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gravitycavity · 3 months

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Sunshine (Pomni x Ragatha) Chapter 1 - Put On a Happy Face

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“You’re supposed to $%#&ing smile, Pomni!” Zooble's hoarse scream reverberated throughout the big top. “Are you stupid?! We can’t finish the new intro if you aren’t @#$%ing smiling!”

“Leave. Me. Alone!” Pomni, denied the catharsis of slinging her sailor’s mouth, expressed her disdain with her middle fingers instead. She only ended up seething harder, however, when a pair of other-dimensional censor bars appeared to obscure the rude gestures.

“Oh! So that’s how you want to play it, Puffball?” Zooble narrowed her eyes, limping toward the jester with as much aggression as their awkwardly-constructed body would allow — which, for the record, wasn’t very much.

Ragatha had seen enough. “Relax!” She raised her voice, swooping vigilantly between the bickering belligerents. “Both of you!”

Gangle, moping off to the side, sniveled pitifully. In all the commotion, her comedy mask had been shattered. For the second time. This morning. “Guys…! Please, just stop fighting…”

Jax crossed his legs, reclining smartly against Kinger’s impenetrable pillow fort. “Can it, crybaby. This is the best entertainment we’ve had in years!” He flicked a piece of popcorn into the air and caught it in his mouth. Meanwhile, a vibrating Kinger poked his eyes out from between two pillows, saying nothing and everything at the same time.

Ragatha’s good-natured attempts to keep the peace were all for naught. She flinched out of the way of Zooble’s punch — but before the strike could connect, a floating boxing bell materialized out of nowhere, piercing the air with a shrill shriek.

“Now, now! There’s no need for that!” Caine’s wagging finger appeared beside the bell, followed shortly after by the rest of the entity. He lifted his tophat, and a cheesing Bubble gingerly drifted out.

“Naughty, naughty~” Bubble chomped his teeth.

Caine snapped his fingers, and an unseen force pushed Pomni and Zooble apart. “The Amazing Digital Circus — copyright 1996 C&A Incorporated, all rights reserved — is a magical, marvelous CD-Romp for all ages! Zany shenanigans and cartoon mischief I can abide, but outright violence? Strictly out of the question!”

With a grunt, Zooble spiked their arm against the floor. “What are we supposed to do, then!? We’re on take fifty-seven of your dumb@%$ theme song because poor little Pomni thinks she’s the main character of the universe!”

Pomni responded to that, but whatever she said, it was profane enough to be scrubbed out entirely.

“Yes, well…” Caine crossed his arms, steeped in careful thought. The last hour-and-a-half of unusable footage played back through his mismatched eyeballs in a matter of seconds. “It’s nothing we can’t fix in post.”

Zooble swiped their discarded arm off the ground and crammed it back into its empty socket. “Great. Then you can edit me in, too.” They stormed off, reciprocating Pomni’s earlier gesture. “Eat $@#%, sad sack.”

Jax sighed. “Aw, shucks. Right when things were getting good…”

“Uh…!” Caine skipped a beat. He swiveled toward the five circus members still gathered beneath the big top. “Well, then!” he elbowed his soap bubble companion, “Looks like we’ve got our work cut out for us, Bubble! As for the rest of you, consider yourselves off the hook for the rest of the day — my treat! Take some personal time, get some sleep, and try your darndest not to dwell on the soul-crushing scale of eternity!”

“I have no soul!” Bubble turned upside-down. “So I don’t mind it one bit!”

“You and me both, old pal!” Caine’s laugh sounded forced and unnatural.

There was a pause. Gangle glanced around, then meekly raised her ribbony hand. “But what about—”

“Go on, now! I won’t take no for an answer!” the ringmaster stabbed the air with his cane, “I want you all in tip-top condition for tomorrow’s wacky adventure!”

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It wasn’t long before everyone had gone their separate ways. Jax had slinked off to the digital carnival to terrorize the NPCs, Gangle had left a trail of teardrops all the way to the digital lake, and Kinger, as per usual, had just disappeared without anyone really noticing.

At last, Pomni was alone again. She curled her tear-stained face inward and filled her chest with three shaky breaths. She couldn’t hold it in anymore. Hands tightened into trembling fists, she threw her head toward the sky and let loose a long, ear-shattering shriek.

Why was this happening to her? What did she ever do to deserve this!? She was a person — a human being, for God’s sake — not some stupid, one-dimensional children’s character. How dare anyone expect her to just grin and bear it? She didn’t owe anything to anyone — not even one second of feigned emotion. As far as she was concerned, the moment she forced that goofy smile onto her face would be the moment she surrendered, and she would never, ever, in a million years—

“I’m always here if you need to talk. You haven’t forgotten, have you?”

Pomni flinched, wrenching away from the sudden voice. After the emotional hell she’d gone through during her first day, unexpected noises didn’t exactly put her at ease — nor did anything else in this deranged digital purgatory, for that matter.

“Ah! Sorry!” Ragatha covered her mouth. “I didn’t spook you too bad, did I?”

“You did, actually! Wh-What’s wrong with you?” Pomni gathered herself quickly. She didn’t dare to even look in the direction of the person who had just watched her childish tantrum. The moment she found her footing again, she stormed off like her very life depended on it. “Don’t just sneak up on people like that!”

Silently relenting, Ragatha stepped aside to let Pomni pass. She watched the pouting jester jingle and jangle with every step, stomping with boundless confidence in the completely wrong direction.

“Uh…” Ragatha tilted her head. “Pomni? Do you remember the way to your room?”

“Ugh! What do you care?” Pomni doubled her pace. “Mind your own business!”

Ragatha smirked. “Alright, I guess I’ll just head back to my room, then. Which, for the record…” She pointed behind herself, “...is that way.”

Pomni stared vacantly as Ragatha sauntered off. The doll had read her like a book. Locking herself in her room for days on end meant she still had no clue how to get around the tent — if she wanted to get back to her regularly-scheduled self-pity anytime soon, she would have to swallow whatever was left of her pride.

Pomni grumbled under her breath, fast-walking to catch up. “Hey! W-Wait!”

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There was no ambient noise to dampen the tension; the dormitory hall’s plush carpet absorbed the sound of Pomni and Ragatha’s footsteps. Ragatha led, hands tucked politely below her waist, while Pomni trailed behind.

The complete, unbroken silence wasn’t exactly the most comfortable thing in the world, but it was preferable to whatever inane smalltalk would have filled it. That’s how Pomni saw things, at least.

In the time it had taken to walk here, she had managed to cool off a bit — and the unwavering quiet gave her plenty of mental space to reflect on the last few minutes.

She wasn’t sorry. Pomni didn’t care if Zooble hated her — she could hate them right back. Breaking bread with Jax was pointless; that creep preferred to provoke. Gangle was friendly, but to interact with her was to walk on eggshells, and Pomni lacked the patience. And Kinger? Was Kinger.

Arms crossed, Pomni looked up from her big, dumb clown shoes. Her gaze settled on the doll in front of her. Pomni despised everything about this place — but now that she was going through her laundry list of grievances, she had to admit: she had nothing on the redhead.

…What was her name? Ragatha…? She was by far the most mature of the circus’s captives. She was kind. Predictable. An island of calm in a stormy sea.

Pomni’s harsh features softened. Ragatha was the only character who had shown her the slightest shred of compassion since she’d arrived here. The realization weighed down her stomach with more than a few pangs of guilt. Ragatha, of all people, certainly wasn’t a deserving outlet for her angst.

Oh, no — nice going, you idiot. Ragatha was the one thing about this place keeping you anywhere close to sanity, and you’ve already repelled her by acting like a petulant child. She probably hates you now. You know that, right? Actually, it’s not ‘probably’. It’s ‘definitely’. That’s why she isn’t talking. That’s why this is so awkward. That’s why —

“So…what’s under your cap?”

Pomni stumbled. Had the wall not been there to grab onto, she absolutely would have fallen flat on her face.

Stabilizing herself, Pomni gawked up at Ragatha as if the doll had just beamed down from another planet. What’s under her cap? Did she hear that right? It was such an odd, out-of-the-blue question — but at least it had yanked her out of her head.

“I’m sorry?”

Ragatha bent down to Pomni’s eye level. “Your cap.” She said gently, resisting the urge to prod one of the little bells dangling from either end. “It comes off, doesn’t it?”

Pomni blinked. She hadn’t really given it any thought. In fact, until Ragatha had brought it up, she had forgotten that her ridiculous new form came with a hat at all. Doing nothing but hiding under the covers and sobbing for days on end had that effect.

With much bigger problems weighing on her mind, Pomni didn’t really care to check — but something about Ragatha’s expectant gaze possessed her anyway. Very carefully, she hooked her fingers beneath the golden rim. She felt a small amount of resistance as she pushed up, almost as if the headpiece were attached to her body through some kind of magnetic force.

With a just a little effort, though, it popped right off.

“...Huh.” Pomni held the striped cap in her hands. “Look at that.”

“Oh, goodness!” Ragatha tried and failed to suppress a squeal. She paid no mind to her question’s answer, too distracted by the worst hat hair anyone had ever seen. It was certainly a look; a chaotic mess of tangles, knots, and flyaways did as it pleased atop the jester’s capless crown.

“Hey! What gives?!” Pomni ducked her cap back onto her head. A few extra clumps of hair stuck out from underneath. “Why are you laughing?”

“I’m so sorry! Your hair is just…” Ragatha giggled. “Well, it’s a bit messy at the moment. But I like it!”

Pomni leered. “...Liar.”

“I’m not making fun of you! Honest!” Ragatha crossed her hands over her heart. “I love your hair, Pomni. It’s…”

“It’s what?!”

“It’s so cute!”

Pomni’s eyes grew two sizes. That was…not the answer she expected to hear. She didn’t know what to say — just that her face felt a lot warmer than before.

“Obviously, you could use a comb…or three. But who cares about that?” Ragatha’s hand drifted through her own thick, yarn-like locks. “You really lucked out, you know. I’d trade your hair for mine in a heartbeat.”

Despite everything, the smallest of half-smiles lit Pomni’s face.

“I, um…” Pomni took a deep breath. And then two more. Her whole body slumped closer to the floor. Try as she might to keep her personal pity party alive, Ragatha’s radiant energy made her forget her troubles, if only for a moment.

“...Why are you being so nice? And to me, of all people?”

Ragatha just shrugged. “Do I have a reason not to be?”

Pomni gripped her other arm, gaze flicking down the corridor. Her smile faded in the silence.

“Well, um, anyway…” Ragatha glanced at the door behind her — Pomni’s awkwardness was infectious. “You have your room key, right?”

Pomni’s heart skipped at the thought of having lost it, but eased at the feeling of cold metal in her pocket. She nodded.

Gently, Ragatha took the cartoonish key from Pomni’s hand. With a turn and a click, the way to the jester’s room was open.

Ragatha held the door, smiling warmly. “You look like you could use some space. Go enjoy some quality alone time, okay, new stuff?”

“O-Okay.” Pomni didn’t hesitate to do just that — until she did. “Um…” She peeked behind a door half-open. After the longest pause, a simple, stammered “thanks” was all she could manage to get out.

Her door clicked shut. And audibly locked.

[Next Chapter]

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youngstarfishphilosopher · 2 months

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QUILTS AND STORIES

(PLATONIC) GOTHAM JERVIS TETCH X CHILD READER PT.2

" Bunny bunny bunny, your ears are funny: they're too big for you.

Bunny bunny bunny, though you're funny, everyone loves you."

Summary: After rescuing you from a failed escape attempt, Jervis reads you a bedtime story.

WARNINGS ⚠️: DARK FIC, YANDERE THEMES, HYPNOTISM, DELUSIONAL BEHAVIOR, IMPLIED PEDOPHILIA ( Not from Jervis), MURDER, GORE, SICKLY SWEET JERVIS

This story has a scene showing a description of blunt-force murder. Viewer discretion is advised

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An: Gotham Jervis pt.2-Electric Boogaloo

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It had been about a week and a half since you had been kidnapped by your next-door neighboor: Taken away from your family and to who knows where.

You weren't allowed to go outside. The only way would be if you snuck out.

You had done it successfully once before, and only once. And never agian since it didn't turn out well for you when you did.

It was dark when it happened: late at night. All Alone and still in your new Pjs that Jervis had gotten you.

You were in an unfamiliar part of Gotham. A place that was known to be uch more dangerous than the area you lived in.

You knew Jervis would be back home any second, so you ran to find someplace you could hide. And just in time, too: Not even a minute after you had hid behind a corner, you saw a van pull up to where your neighbor had been keeping you.

Jervis was expecting you to be in your new bed that you had been staying in. And why wouldn't he? It's what you had been instructed to do, and you had been following his instructions all week.

As you watched Jervis walk inside with a few of his goons, you waited for a moment to make sure they were gone. Then, you quickly hurried down the nearest ally.

This was a bad idea.

" Why Heya there, kid . . ." You froze as a figure walked out of the darkness. He was a rather tall and big man you had never met before. " You lost or something? I can help you. "

The man didn't seem at all friendly; a crooked smile holding malicious intent. " N-no," you blurt out. " I'm good . . . thanks."

You hoped the man would leave it at that: Leave you alone and be on your way.But as you tried walking past him, he roughly grabbed your arm: making you back towards him.

" Aww, cmon kid. Don't leave me hanging." The man chuckled out. " Let's go to my place, yeah? We can play games: have some fun!"

" NO!" You yelled out. You were terrified now: eyes swelling with tears asylum tried to free yourself from the man's iorn grip. You honestly didn't care if Jervis could hear you. You needed to get away from this creep. " L-LET GO! LET GO OF ME!"

" Excuse me, my friend, but just what do you think you're doing?"

You stopped struggling when you heard it: the ticking of a silver pocket watch. The man looked away from you, annoyed as he turned to see who was talking to him.

And ther Jervis Tetch stood with his nice clothes and fancy tophat. His silver watch was swinging back and forth as he stared into the eyes of the man who was harrasing you.

" Hey!" The man spat out. "Mind your own business, ya fancy freak!"

Jervis had a smile on his face, but he wasn't happy; far from it, actually.

If you looked closer enough into his dark eyes and strained smile, you would be able to see the burning rage and murderous intent running all throughout his body. It didn't matter if this man let you go willingly or not.

No: This man was about to die. And you were going to see every single moment of it.

" Actually, this is my business. You see, you are currently touching my child. So I would appreciate it if you let them go." Jervis requested. Although it wasn't a request and more of a demand.

" Hah! And why . . . Would . . . Do . . ."

Jervis just kept on smiling as he swung his watch " Tick,tock, tick,tock. Just keep your eyes on the clock. . ."

The man was stiff as a boar now, standing up straight and not moving a muscle. " Now then, my friend, I will ask agian: Please do be polite and let go of my child."

This time, the man obliged, letting go of you. You fell down to the floor with a thud. Looking back up, you could see the eyes of Jervis piercing into you.

" Bunny." Jervis said sternly. His smile dropped. " Come here."

You sat there, frozen for a moment, as you quickly tried to think of what to do. Maybe you could run?

" Y/N!" Jervis snapped. The slight raising of his voice made you flinch.

Jervis quickly calmed himself down. "My dear . . . I told you to come here. . . "

Taking the hint, you quickly got your trembling body off the ground and made your way over to him. Quietly dreading whatever was about to happen.

When you got there , he quickly grabbed you and hugged you tightly. You let out a small squeak as he did so.

" Everything is okay now, bunny," Jervis cooed. His voice sounded almost sickly sweet. " Papa's got you."

Using both of his hands, he gently cupped your face, lifting it up to reveal your puffy little eyes and cheeks.

" Did the bad man hurt you bunny?" He asked. Nervously, you gave him a small nod.

He pressed his lips together and made a little humming noise " Well that just will not do. . . "

Ungrasping your face, he gently bent down to reach your level. Grabbing your left shoulder with his left hand and your chin with his right: Forcing you to face the stranger who had tried to take you.

" Now, my friend, please do not stall. . ."

Jervis' smile was fully back now. But this time, it was full of bludlust. Pure and utter bloodlist: Obsession and Possesvie instincts.

" Bash your head in agianst that wall."

Doing as he was commanded, you let out a chilling shreik as you watched the man walk up to the brick wall of the allyway before chucking his head agians the bricks.

Then Agian, and agian.

His head became more mutilated by the sceond. Before toppling over into a bloody, bashed-in mess.

You sobbed a shriek as it happened. You tried to pull away from Jervis. To run.But his grip was much too strong on you.

Jervis, in the meanwhile, tried soothing you with little shushing noise in your year. "It's okay, bunny. It's okay. He deserves this, just keep watching . . ."

After it was all over, you were a trembling, sobbing mess.

You were much more scared of Jervis Tetch than ever now. Because if he could simply hypnotize and make a man brutally murder himself, the just what on earth could he hypnotize you into doing?

Was he going to make you brutally murder yourself as well?

You looked at the corpse with tears pouring down your eyes. The man was basically unrecognizable now: A body with erupting brains, blood, and bone from the top of it.

" See bunny . . I'm never going to let them take you ."

Jervis places a gently kiss on your forehead. He then begins to start picking you up.

You let out a trail of frail little 'no's, but he just shushes you. " It's okay, bunny. I know, I know. You must be so tired, my dear. Let's get you back home. "

Immediately, your heart dropped. You knew that you were going to just his home: Not your home.

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Jervis kept you in his arms as he walked towards your bedroom. Making his way to the door, he opened it and stepped inside.

It almost felt magical and surreal there. Like it was something out of a fairytale.

Walking over to your bed. He lifted the covers with one of his hands before gently placing you gown and tucking you in underneath a soft, warm quilt.

" Im sure a story will pit you right back to bed." Jervis states in confidence. " How does that sound?"

You just give him a little 'ok'.

Although you hated in there, a small, tiny part of your body wanted to admit just how soft and comfy the bed you were sleeping in was. And there was no doubt that Tetch had been spoiling you.

But the much more rational ( and louder) side of you kept making you remeber: This man is a literal supervillain who hypnotized and kidnapped you, took you away from your family, and literally just killed a man in front of you.

As you were in your thoughts. Jervis grabbed the copy of Alice and Wonderland with a caterpillar bookmark from your bedside table.Sitting down on the big bed beside you, he opened the book and took the bookmark out.

" Now let's seeeee. . . Ah! Here we are. Alice was . . ."

You didn't listen. Not this time, anyway.

You were much more focused on the fact you might just not survive, let alone escape the phycotic, obsessive eyes of your neighbor.

#jervis tetch x reader #jervis tetch x child reader #jervis tetch #gotham #gotham x reader #x child reader #platonic reader #gotham jervis x reader #gotham jervis #platonic x reader #yandere x reader #yandere batman villains

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legacyshenanigans · 8 months

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Didn't wanna leave proper for a while, until I gave this, been saying I was gonna do it for ages and never did. So here you guys go, to finish off their main story 🥺🥹

💕Marvolo x Aurora💕

The Wedding 💚

Marvolo stood next to the lake in the Forbidden forest, where he and Aurora had their first date. The surrounding area was filled with beautiful lights, flowers and chairs, it was simple, but that's what they wanted for their wedding day. Nothing else mattered to them, other than the fact they were about to be husband and wife.

Rowan stood next to him, along with Ominis, as always grumbling about wearing a suit, and the fact Rerek was wrapped around his shoulders, wearing a little fancy tophat.

Marvolo: *whispers and chuckles* Shut up, Rowan.

Rowan: *whispers back* Sorry. Heh, you know I hate suits, but I'm doing this for you.

Ominis: *whispers* I'm sure you look very handsome in your suit, Darling *grins*

Rowan: Not as handsome as you *grins back*

Rerek: Erm, excuse me? What about me?

Ominis: Oh Rerek, hush. I'm sure you look nice. *small chuckle*

Rowan: I'm also not thrilled about having this thing on me.

Rerek: And you think I wanna be on your shoulders? You scruffy mut.

Marvolo: *small chuckle* Rerek..

The vicar stood nearby, and the guests were all seated, waiting for Aurora to arrive. Her Mother sat up front, a smile on her face, she glanced over to Ophelia who was already looking at her, Ophelia gave her a friendly smile and wave, Which Aurora's mother returned, Ophelia nudged Aleister who was sat there next to her as if to say "say hello" Aleister leaned forward seeing Aurora's mother and gave her a small smile and a nod, she gave him a friendly smile back, months had passed, and Aleister was now use to the fact his eldest son was marrying a halfbood. Him and Marvolo had, had a heart to heart in the days coming up to the wedding.

A few days previous

Marvolo: *sat in the living room, reading*

Aleister: *wanders in and sits in his chair in front of the fire*

Marvolo: *goes to get up*

Aleister: Marvolo..Wait.

Marvolo: What is it?

Aleister: *sigh* ...Are you all ready for the wedding?

Marvolo: ..Think so...Why?

Aleister: I erm.. *clears his throat* I hope it will be a special day.. And I hope it will be perfect for you..

Marvolo: *narrows his eyes*

Aleister: *looks at him* I'm sorry..For everything..I truly mean that, son.

Marvolo: ...Thank you.

Aleister: I...*sigh* I just want you to be happy.

Marvolo: *small smile* I'm very happy, Father.

Aleister: ...Good *small smile*

Back to the wedding

The lads sat together with the girls, all quietly chattering amongst themselves.

Sebastian: Can't believe the days here, Marvolo Gaunt is getting married, heh. To Aurora no less *smiles*

Leander: Crazy shit, bro. I wish them the best though.

Garreth: *sniffling*

Amit: Garreth Why are you crying?

Garreth: I always cry at weddings.

Everett: Nothings happened yet.

Garreth: *squeaks* I know it's just so overwhelming..

Natty: Getting married out here in nature *sighs lovingly* So perfect.

Poppy: I was just about to say, it looks so lovley here right now.

Imelda: I remember Aurora telling me this is where they had their first date.

Garreth: *Overhears and wails* GODS. That's so romantic! *crying his eye's out*

Sebastian: *chuckles*

Leander: Gaz, chill out will you? You're causing a scene.

A harp nearby started playing on it's own, such a sweet beautiful melody. Everyone stood, and the vicar stood before Marvolo. Marvolo took in a deep breath as they once again had a small whispered conversation.

Rowan: You good? *smiles*

Marvolo: ..Yes, I think so, heh. I'm actually nervous.

Ominis: You? Nervous? *Playful grin* You'll be fine, Volo. Worry not.

Marvolo: Cheers Ominis.

Rerek: And you look grrrrreat by the way, Master.

Marvolo: *smirks at Rerek*

Everyone turned, seeing Aurora walking down the path with her Father, she looked simply stunning, in a long, white bohemian wedding dress, with white roses in her hair. The biggest smile on her face. Everyone grinned at her as she walked down.

Garreth: Oh gods, look at her! *blows his nose*

Leander: Gaz.. Shhh.

Sebastian: *quietly chuckles again before looking at Aurora and giving her a heartfelt smile*

Aurora: *smiles back sweetly*

She looked towards Marvolo. Marvolo was in awe watching her walk towards him, he smiled, genuinely, his tradmark bunny teeth showing, which is something he hadn't done in front of a big group of people in a long time. Rowan was smiling too, along with Ominis, who now had his arms linked with Rowan. He couldn't see her, but he knew she'd look beautiful, he could feel the love in the air. Rerek let out a small blissful giggle as he watched Aurora approach.

Ophelia: *tears in her eyes as she leans over to Aleister* He looks so happy.

Aliester: *smiles* He does..

Aurora's Father smiled at her gleefully as he let her walk forward, taking his place next to his wife, as they shared a loving grin. Aurora stood next to Marvolo, looking at him, her cheeks instantly blushing.

Marvolo: You look absolutely Devine, my love. *small smile*

Aurora: Thank you *coy smile as she links his arm*

The Vicar recited a small little speech before asking them the important questions.

Vicar: Do you, Aurora Winters, take Marvolo Aleister Gaunt, as your lawful husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish until death do you part?"

Aurora: *giggles* I do..

Vicar: And do you, Marvolo Aleister Gaunt, take Aurora Winters, as your lawful wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish until death do you part?"

Marvolo: *smiles lovingly* ...I do.

The pair exchanged their rings, Aurora looked up at him with so much love in her heart, as he smiled down at her.

Vicar: I now pronounce you, Husband and Wife. You may kiss the bride.

Marvolo rested one hand in her hip, as his other came up to caress her cheek, cupping it in his hand, he leaned down, and Aurora leaned up, the pair closing their eye's, and sharing their first tender kiss as a married couple.

Everyone cheered I'm celebration, Even Aleister had a tear in his eye, his hand holding Ophelias. MCs parents clapped and hugged watching their daughters smile brighten, all the other guests cheered and clapped, along with the lads and gals.

Sebastian: WOOOOOO! *Big grin*

Leander: *smiling and clapping*

Garreth: *a complete fuckin mess at this point* I LOVE YOU GUY'S!!! * stretching out his arms, wrapping them around Leander, Seb, Amit and Everetts heads, pulling them all towards him*

Sebastian: *chuckles*

Amit: Oof.

Everett: *strangled squeak*

Leander: Gaz, for fuck sake, get a hold of yourself *chuckles*

Imelda: *laughing at Garreth*

Natty and Poppy: *giddily clapping together, excited giggles coming out*

Marvolo and Aurora walked back down the path together, as everyone threw confetti over them. They chuckled as they smiled at everyone, hand in hand.

Marvolo: *looks at her* I can't believe it..

Aurora: The day finally arrived *endearing grin*

Marvolo: I adore you, my wife. *smirks*

Aurora: *blushes* And I, you, my husband *giggles*

#marvolo gaunt headcanon #marvolo gaunt headcanons #marvolo gaunt #marvolo x mc #marvolo gaunt hc #the gaunts hc #rowan the wolf #rominis #rerek the snake

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ohhhmio · 19 days

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ik it's 4am and i really need to go to bed, but yk how in the new hotel design, everyone noticed Keekee, Pentious's white tophat, Lucifer's apple, Alastor's new radio station, and Husk's and Angel's areas?

Yeah, well, i noticed a few other things too.

If you look at the area below Alastor's new radio station, you'll see they also redesigned Vaggie's ship!

To the left of Alastor's new radio station, the area/hallway that connects it to the hotel is destroyed. I bet yall he did that himself for whatever reason he has in mind.

Also, at the bottom of the hotel, i realized just now, with the apple, symbolizes Charlie! (i am very stupid.)

Directly behind Dazzle's statue is the Hazbin Hotel logo colored in gold! How cool is that!

Behind that, looks like a black silhouette of again, Sir Pentious' top hat but in black!

There are also more arrows pointed at Charlie's symbol this time. Cuz if you look at the previous design, three of those harrows actually pointed at Alastor's side of the hotel (maybe to symbolize that he gets more attention in s1). But now they're pointing all towards Charlie, which might mean that we're getting more of her and less of Alastor in the next season.

I was also considering that the X's could be a reference to cherry. The thought occurred to me because of that big stretch of pink surrounding the apple that looks like spider webs. I was thinking that that might be angel's?

That's all for now. Was a little disappointed that I couldn't find anything that referenced to Nifty, but maybe that's somebody else's job? Anyway, hope you enjoyed. Goodnight.

#hazbin #hazbin hotel #vivziepop #the hotel itself #angel dust #husker #charlie #vaggie #lucifer #alastor #sir pentious #cherrybomb #niffy #razzle #dazzle #the hotel

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angelltheninth · 6 months

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Better Off with You Here

Pairing: Jinx x Lux

Tags: fluff, angst, kissing, getting into fights, mention of Shimmer, blood and injury, redemption, long distance relationship, worried Lux, scary Jinx

Word count: 2k

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A/N: November 2024 everyone! More Arcane!

Jinx whistled as she bounced from one end of her room to the other, occasionally checking herself in the mirror, making sure her hair stays behind her ear and that that defiant lock of hair stays in its place over the side of her face. "Looking good Jinx! Yeah? Thanks Jinx!" She made phew-phew noise when she flashed finger-guns at the mirror.

"What do you have to look nice for?" Jinx spun around at the sound of Caitlyn's voice, one hand still doing the finger guns and now pointed at Caitlyn's chest. "Date night tonight?"

"Yeah! Luxie is visiting!" It was odd how normal of a conversation the two could have now, even with a gesture that could be taken as threatening. Jinx hummed and then chuckled when Caitlyn didn't flinch as the phew sound she made, "Kidding, kidding! I'd never shoot you Tophat."

"What's that about shooting my wife?" Vi appeared at the door, leaning against it, arms crossed over her chest. Jinx dropped the finger-guns instantly, looking very much like a scolded child whose fun was ruined.

Caitlyn chuckled and pated her sister-in-law on the head, "She's getting ready to meet Lux."

"Oh, wondered why you had those fancy pants on. Although the pink dye might take away from the black but hey, I'm not the fashion police." No she was the... not at all regular kind who was married to the Sheriff of Piltover. And the sister of a former most wanted criminal.

"Oh I'm not worried about the pants, it's this damn tie." Jinx gestured to the silver and blue tie around her wrist.

"I hate to ask... but why is that around your wrist?"

"Cause it was damn annoying trying to tie it around my neck. Besides I think the suit looks better without it. Really brings out... er... my eyes." Everything brings out the link in Jinx's eyes, which is why it was so easy for her to shop around. "Now if the two of you would excuse me, I'm gonna go meet my girlfriend, who I will then smooch and-"

Vi pulled her out the door, "Have fun, don't do anything I wouldn't and always remember to wrap it up." Her open palm collided with Jinx's back making the pyromaniac wheeze.

"Wrap what up? Gods you're gross sometimes." Jinx ran out right as Caitlyn put her hand over Vi's mouth. She was already freaking out, no matter how many years she spent in Piltover, or going back and forth to and from Zaun, she got looks. They were worse in Piltover though.

But they never made Jinx want to hide who she was. She knew she looked odd when she had all the pink on her outfit, the tie around the wrist, her hair in a ponytail that almost dragged against the floor. She didn't care that there was a group of people approaching her with frowns on their faces. She didn't care because Lux would be here soon.

Meanwhile in Demacia, one blonde mage was getting the talk from her own sister-in-law. "Remember, always go for the eyes first, groin second, and then the stomach. They can't hit you if they can't see." Katarina just finished zipping up Lux's blue dress. She wanted to match Jinx's hair, yes she was that sappy.

"When you said you wanted to have a talk about protection this isn't what I thought you meant." It was less embarrassing than the alternative, she would admit that.

"Neither of you have the proper equipment for the other type of protection. Besides this is universal knowledge, and you know how protective Garen is over you." Katarina weaved her hands through Lux's hair, getting rid of any knots in it.

"She's right. It's either that or you take guards with you." Garen's laugh boomed across the room from his spot in the chair. "Sorry Lux, it's hard for me to... I know you can handle yourself but I'm your big brother, I'll always worry about you."

Lux sighed as she leaned against the chair, she knew her brother meant well but he was a grow woman. At least Katarina was here to keep him in check, to an extent, except that one time she told Jinx she would cut off her tongue after she made a crude joke.

Was it a joke if there was truth to it?

"Thank you both for your concern but I'll be alright. It's Piltover, it's not as chaotic as Zaun." Only a small lie on Lux's part, anywhere Jinx went there was chaos. The dosage just varied. Something about that made her excited, she never knew what to expect, it made her get-togethers with her girlfriend more exciting.

She fixed her skirt and looked at herself one more time. That was as good as it was gonna get. Luckily she never ran late, she could teleport.

"I'll see you tomorrow!" She kissed both Katarina and her brother on the cheeks and teleported out and into the busy streets. "Sorry, sorry!" Lux dodged the people but not the puzzled looks. They seemed to relax once they saw the Demacian symbol on her right glove. "Jinx?" She looked around the restaurant where they were supposed to meet, she wasn't there. Odd. Maybe she got the place wrong? Should she ask-

"Fucking crazy bitch!" A woman ran out to the street, her cheek bruised.

"Huh? Are you okay?" Lux ran to her right away, voice and face conveying worry.

"People should ask her that!" The lady pointed into the alleyway. Lux peaked her head past the corner and her heart stopped.

There was Jinx, beating the living shit out of a guy who hung limp in her hand, with two more groaning in pain, one against the wall, one with his face in the dirt. She didn't know if Jinx was hurt, or how much of the blood on her clothes and fists was hers. But she knew she had to make her stop right now.

"Jinx!" Lux ran towards her but the Jinx didn't stop, even though she turned to face her.

"Flashlight. You're here!" Jinx smirked while blood covered her face, her eyes shining pink, "I've been waiting for you." The scary part was how while she was talking she kept punching and punching, spraying more blood onto herself and the ground.

"Jinx stop!" Lux lunged forward to pull her back but even restrained Jinx could still kick him in the face with her boots. "Hey, hey, Jinx, darling, look at me." She grabbed Jinx's face and forced her to look into her eyes. "Whatever they said, they're not worth this." She gestured for the group to leave while they could still walk.

The two who could still walk lifted the one who fell free from Jinx's hand and began dragging him away, quickly joined by the lady who ran out before. "Bitch should lay off the Shimmer."

Jinx grit her teeth until they bleed, but she held onto Lux as hard as she could to ground herself. Her whole body shook with adrenaline and anger, every sound becoming too much, too loud, every voice real or not overlaying in her ears. "Shhh, it's okay Jinx, you're gonna be okay, let's just take you home okay?"

"No, we got a date. I even got a tie. Oh... it's all bloody." She pouted, more upset at the blood getting on her tie than how it got there.

People quickly gathered around and started to stare, which wasn't good. Jinx was already a bloody mess and she didn't need the extra attention. Thinking quickly Lux opened another portal and leaned into it. She wasn't too picky with where in Jinx's room they appeared so she promptly tripped into Jinx's bed, getting blood all over it and her dress.

"Skipping right to the fun stuff huh? I can work with that." Lux tried not to shiver when Jinx ran her bloody hands up her legs, "You look like a nicely wrapped gift. Can't want to see what's underneath."

"Uh, maybe after we get these clothes cleaned up." The rejection visibly hurt and for the first time Jinx looked down at herself, then at her hands and then at Lux who was now on her elbows, looking up at her with pretty, yet worried eyes.

Jinx turned her head away in shame.

"Let's get you cleaned up." It was very easy to move her now, she followed along without resistance. Jinx allowed Lux to take her suit jacket off and wipe the blood of her face and fists. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"What's there to talk about now? I ruined our date. And you... you came all the way here just to see me... I'm sorry Lux." Jinx wrapped her arms loosely around Lux's hips and leaned her forehead against her stomach. Lux knew her girlfriend was very upset when she used her name instead of one of her nicknames. "Let me make it up to you. I'll do anything you want." Jinx's voice was on the verge of breaking, she couldn't stop glancing around every now and then.

Anyone would be pained to see their lover in this state, so if Jinx needed to be reassured then that was what Lux would do, "I just want to know what happened that upset you so much." To provide some comfort she eased herself into Jinx's lap and wrapped her into a soothing hug. "I just want you to be alright."

It was probably minutes of silence but it seemed to drag on and on like hours.

"They asked how desperate you were to be with someone like me. I'm not an idiot, I know you could do better then an an ex-terrorist, and it's pretty easy to find someone who doesn't have Shimmer running through them all day. I can take the looks, the hits, the insults, but I can't take it when they drag you into it too."

So that was it. Jinx got angry on her behalf.

"While I appreciate you standing up for me, you shouldn't have beat them bloody. People like that will tell you anything to get a rise out of you." As a mage Lux heard more than her fair share of colorful insults. All behind her back of course, she was still a Crownguard. Those insults got to be few and far between the more time she spent protecting Demacia but it sickened her that she had to be of some kind of use for people to accept her for who she was.

"But... they were a bunch of jerks! I would've..." Lux interrupted her with a kiss, a very delightful surprise to be sure. Lux's lips were always so damn soft against Jinx's she could not get enough of them.

"Gone to jail. That's what could have happened. I know your sister and her wife are the Enforcers but there's only so much they can do for you." Jinx could tell how worried Lux was about her, about what she knew Jinx was capable of. "I love you Jinx, I want you to be okay, so please, no more fights like that."

"Can I yell at them at least? I have some really good insults." She had some stored up since her days of hating Caitlyn. They were good.

Lux chuckled and bumped her forehead against Jinx's, "Sure. I'd love to hear them too, so make sure I'm around." She loved it when Jinx cursed.

"Yeah? You like me saying bad stuff?" Due to Lux's prim and proper upbringing she had a real taste for dirty talk, it might even go so far as to be a kink of hers. One that Jinx regularly made her blush over, like right now when she had to hide her face by pushing Jinx down and pushing her own face into the pillow. "Gonna dirty talk your panties off tonight."

They were already coming off and Jinx didn't even have to try.

#lightcannon #jinx #luxanna crownguard #arcane #arcane fanfic #arcane angst #league of leguends #league of legends fanfiction #league of legends angst

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butcherlarry · 10 months

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Exercise Fic Recs 21

Sorry I’m a bit late posting this, I just got back from watching ATSV. It’s just as good and everyone has been shouting about and I don’t know why it took me so long to getting around to watching the movies. Anyway, on to the fics!

The Only by pasdecoeur (Superbat, complete. Felt like being a little sad, so I read this fic again. Bittersweet, read the tags.)

how many roads less traveled? by TopHat (Superwonderbat, complete. Polyamory negotiations between the trinity. Very sweet, features ace Bruce.)

be my kryptonite by renecdote (Superbat, complete. Clark has a sensory overload, Bruce helps.)

Courage by LemonadeGarden (Batfam, complete. Bruce has a run in with fear toxin and Dick helps him deal with it.)

Stuck in the Middle (With You) by TheResurrectionist (Superbat and Batfam, complete. A re(re)read for me, I needed some good humor. Damian gets stuck and Dick calls for help. Shenanigans ensue.)

Just a Formality by FabulaRasa (Superbat, complete. Bruce and Clark get married for work reasons, and Clark has So Many Feeling About This.)

misty by TheResurrectionist (Superbat, wip. Different first meeting. Bruce crash lands on a cold, barren planet and Clark finds him.)

Patchwork Pod by Ktkat9 (Superbat, wip. Another merbruce fic update!)

Midnight Hour by BisforBread (Superbat, wip. Medieval/fantasy au. Clark is a prince and Bruce is a knight and they have Feelings for each other.)

a world in repair by Batbirdies (Barfam, wip. Part of the Emotional Motion Sickness series. Jason and Damian go on a trip together, but not everything goes according to plan.)

Veritas by Anonymous (Batfam, complete. Batman gets hit with truth serum and talks about how he loves his kids SO MUCH.)

Jesus Is Not A Zombie by Sadsnail (uuuuhhhhh, bible fic? I blame @beachcat0772 , she posted this in our friend server and told me to read it. It’s just crack fic, but GOOD crack fic 😆)

They had a pastry with lemon curd on it, I couldn’t resist!

It was so rainy this morning! It pretty much rained the entire time I was birding. Got so cool pictures though!

The baby geese, they are growing up! They are looking more and more like adult geese everyday:

Wasn’t able to get a good picture of this guy, but it’s a brown thrasher! This is the second time I’ve seen him running around the area:

Look at this funky lil’ guy! A grackle! They were so fun to watch:

There were SO MANY swallows out flying around. They kept flying around me, they were so much fun to watch! And they’re SO PRETTY too. I tried to take some pictures of them in flight, but it’s SO HARD. This one is ok, I need to practice more. This guy is a barn swallow:

A red-winged black bird chilling in the rain:

This is also a red-winged blackbird, but a female! She caught breakfast! This is probably my favorite picture I took today:

A robin!

When I got to the arboretum, some tree swallows were flying around! Here are the best pictures I got of them midflight:

A titmouse grabbing a snack in the middle of the rain:

There’s also a big flock of goldfinches that hangout here too! I thought this guy looked handsome:

This white-breasted nuthatch was having fun hopping around on this tree:

OMG. I didn’t realize this until I got home, but these are juvenile eastern bluebirds!! Wow!!!

This has a parent and a baby!! Holy moly!!

An indigo bunting in the rain. I think my lens was starting to fog up:

A downy woodpecker. I like how it looks like they’re peaking around:

A black-capped chickadee! They snagged a treat:

An indigo bunting again:

I love this picture of a female cardinal:

Now onto some scenery!

ngl, the rain made everything look prettier.

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bangchan-mytruelove · 1 year

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|Vampire!Bang Chan x Human!Male!Reader|

•Fluff&Angst•

Word count; 9.1k words.

A Thousand Years songfic.

Living in the 1800s wasn't exactly easy. With barely running water and no sources of heat, everyday life became tedious and dreadful, the long hours spent working under the scorching sun of summer caused many people to have heatstrokes, passing out from the heat. The lack of strength in their bodies, having problems remembering stuff, lack of motor control, all of that were signs of dehydration, and working such an arduous work for over twelve hours sometimes just wasn't enough to get enough water and food to survive the night.

(M/n) was one of those people, always humble and noble, and commonly known as the black sheep of his family, all because he'd rather give to those in need than take from those who struggle with their everyday lives. (M/n) wasn't exactly part of any loyal family, but they were of high status, and he didn't want anything to do with the rest of his family, always looking at others from above, with haughty looks on their faces. (M/n) was more than happy living away from them, and even if he may be struggling with food and water, he was still living life the way he found most comfortable.

However, one day, his parents dragged him out of his small hut, and forced him to clean up, told him to get dressed up, and soon, they hopped on the carriage, and the whole way to wherever they were going was completely silent. (M/n) observed outside, making eye contact with all those people he once helped, the gratitude in their eyes now replaced with disgust, turning away to avoid eye contact with him.

Well, a wolf could never become a sheep after all.

He sighed and zoned out the rest of the ride, only snapping back when his father was helping his mother get out from the carriage, and he followed closely behind her.

Now he realized they were standing in the small villa surrounding the castle, only prestigious people in sight, people who had water, food, and plenty of heat sources around, and yet, they couldn't spare anything for the people dying in the suburbs, it made him mad, the frown on his face visible to anyone that tried to make small talk with him or even just look at him. (M/n) didn't want to be there, he still had stuff to do and yet, here he is, attending the royal ball unwillingly.

He did his best to ignore the people surrounding him and his parents, not really in the mood to listen to their arrogant, stuck-up personalities and lives of luxury. Even a man as educated and well-behaved as (M/n) felt the urge to punch them in their stupid faces every time they opened their mouths to talk about stuff no one really cared about.

Entering the castle with all the people of the villa, (M/n) cringed at the gold decorations around the salon, the big round tables filled with all sorts of food he could only dream of, and he felt sick at the sight of these people living as they were the only ones worth living. (M/n) couldn't take it, and right before his mother called him to introduce him to another rich family, he walked out the back door, leading to a huge, incredibly beautiful garden. The stone path lead to the center of the garden, a water fountain maybe a little too big there, there were stone benches and ceramic tables placed around the fountain, perfect for having dinner outside, and everything was surrounded by a wall of vegetation, flowers growing everywhere.

He couldn't deny it, it was absolutely wonderful, almost like a scene from a fairytale book.

(M/n) walked closer to the fountain and just stood there, feeling the subtle splashes of the cool water on the skin of his hands and face, a few small drops landing on his clothes. His mind wandered, asking himself how nice it would be if everyone in the world could be equals, no one better than the other, everyone holding the same weight and worth...

His internal existential crisis was interrupted by a chill breeze that almost knocked his tophat off his head, and he glanced to the side, seeing a blond male with curly hair standing next to him.

His stoic expression accentuated his sharp features, his black suit perfectly embracing his muscular body, not a single sign of dust on him, he was absolutely gorgeous, but the way he stood with his back straight was enough indicator for (M/n) to know that this male next to him belonged in royalty.

In fact, he's the eldest son of the Bahng Family, Prince Christopher, the next heir to occupy his father's throne.

Awkwardly, (M/n) looked away from him, internally hoping that he wouldn't be able to hear his erratic heart, relentlessly pounding against his chest. His body's reaction to being right next to an attractive man made (M/n) remember why he is the black sheep in his family.

His parents had been hoping to have a son, who would marry a beautiful young lady and give them grandchildren to continue their bloodline, but after giving birth to three daughters they deemed useless, he was born.

Only, he is not interested in dating, marriage, or having kids. Specifically, he's not interested in women. But if anyone found out-

"Do you dislike these events as well?" The voice of the Prince snapped him out of his thoughts, turning his head back to look at him, flinching when he made eye contact with his warm brown eyes, even though they seemed to lack the bright shine of life.

"Well... yes, I will rather be in the suburbs helping people who struggle every day," he answered honestly, and he noticed how that seemed to get the Prince's attention.

"The suburbs? I've never gone there," (M/n) chuckled and reached up to take his tophat off, tired of the annoying weight on his head.

"I'm not surprised, living in this kind of place, you're not missing much, Prince," out of the corner of his eye, (M/n) realized Christopher had turned to look at him, and he glanced at him, their heights awfully similar, but (M/n) had to look slightly down.

"Well, if you allow me, I would like to see the suburbs someday," showing the Prince a small smile, (M/n) nodded.

"Any time you want, Prince Christopher."

Both males stayed there, just talking about trivial stuff, and things they disliked about their lives. Apparently, Christopher's parents weren't as tough and strict with him, allowing him to live his life until he had to take the throne, and his father was plenty healthy, so they were sure he was gonna be King for a long time.

Not only that, but every member of the Bahng Family gave away old clothing to people in the suburbs, once a week sending carriages to give away food and water to as many people as they could. (M/n) now realized who did all of that, and he was even more grateful that, even though they were royalty, they remained humble.

Such a great family.

(M/n) was having a good time spending his time with Christopher, talking with him as if they've known each other their whole lives, but his father's voice reached his ears, and as he turned around, he saw his parents standing by the door, looking at him with a serious look on their faces, of course, their frowns disappeared as soon as they realized who the male standing next to him was.

"Oh, Prince Christoper," (M/n)'s father took his hat off and bowed at the male while his mother lifted her skirt enough to bend her knees and bow her head.

Just then he realized he didn't greet the Prince accordingly, but that was the past now.

"Mr. and Mrs. (L/n), nice to meet you both," he walked closer and offered his hand to (M/n)'s father, shaking his hand with a strong grip that scared the older man, after that, Christopher reached his hand to his mother, gently holding her gloved hand and kissing the back of her hand, "Is there anything you need?"

(M/n) saw how his parents snapped back from the trance they were in due to Christopher's amazingly good looks, they looked at each other, silently asking each other who should talk, but ultimately his father decided to speak up.

"There's someone who wants to meet you, son," he looked at (M/n), who frowned as he could already guess what his father was trying to do.

He still believed his son was in a "rebellious phase" just because he didn't see the appeal in getting married and having kids, stubbornly trying to make his only son marry the daughter of a big family, close to royalty even.

"I'm not interested, father," the man clenched his jaw at having his words denied by his son as if they didn't mean they could have even more riches with this arranged marriage. However, the man decided he will have a talk with his son later and after bowing to Prince Christopher again, they walked back inside.

"Does this happens often?" (M/n) sighed and nodded, walking over to the nearest stone bench, just now realizing they had been standing the whole time they talked.

"I think getting married to someone you don't love is wrong, and growing up in this family made me realize that I just don't care about getting married," he said once both of them were sitting down, "My parent's marriage was also arranged, they don't love each other, they love being superior to everyone else."

Without knowing what to say, Christopher silently looked at the male next to him.

He could almost feel his stone-cold heart beating again, bringing a feeling of being alive to his immortal body, incapable of feeling his warm blood surging through his veins. None of that was part of him anymore, and it's been so long since he last felt alive.

But this male next to him seemed to have ignited something in him that he's never felt before.

Love.

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After that first time they met at the castle, (M/n) hasn't been able to stop thinking about Prince Christopher, even so, he couldn't just show up at the castle uninvited so he just stayed in his hut, helping people around whenever he could. And particularly today, (M/n) has been feeling really stressed, his father kept insisting on having him meet this girl but he kept refusing, putting up excuses he came up with on the spot, and those moments made him crave wanting to see Christopher again.

He was picking up boxes filled with fruits and vegetables from the floor when he heard the familiar sound of horseshoes on the pavement, and squinting because of the sun, he saw the carriage stop while a few men hoped down, boxes filled with different sorts of provisions in their hands as they approached people near their houses. It was at that moment when the man holding the rope around the horses' snout beckoned him closer.

(M/n) placed the box back down and dusted his hands on his dirty clothes, not really doing much apart from making the dirty fly up. The man grabbed an envelope from the inside pocket of his suit and reached his hand out for (M/n) to take it. Frowning with confusion, (M/n) grabbed it and turned it around.

His eyes widened when he saw the embroidery of the seal. The Bahng Family's embroidery. And in neat calligraphy, the name Christopher Bahng caught his attention.

He looked up at the man again, and he smiled at him, "Thank you, sir," he smiled back with a small bow of his head and the carriage started moving again once the men hopped back in.

Turning around, (M/n) walked back into his hut and sat down on the worn couch in his living room, gently opening the envelope and taking out the letter inside.

He gently touched the letter before he started reading it. Christopher told him, with eloquence, that he had been wanting to meet with him again, and for longer this time. He explained how he had fun that day at the castle, even if their conversation was nothing but trivial, and he wrote about how much he wanted to become closer to him. (M/n) smiled at that, and he soon reached the end of the letter, making him freak out for a moment.

It was still early in the morning and he had so much work to do, but Christopher said he'll be taking the carriage to the suburbs to meet up with him. He didn't say anything about going out to do something in specific together, but he was covered in dust and dirt from head to toe, he couldn't possibly meet with a Prince looking like that, but feigning appearances wasn't something that (M/n) was fond of.

If Christopher was genuine about them wanting to be close, then he wouldn't care about his dirty, tattered clothing, his messy hair, and disheveled appearance, he rarely looked as well put together as he did at the castle, and with that in mind, he got to work again, deciding on taking an earlier break to try and freshen up a bit, wash the dirt off his face and hands along with changing into more clean clothes, just as tattered and parched up as the previous ones, but not as dirty.

And now, sitting outside of his hut, he saw the same man on the horse he saw earlier in the morning, only this carriage wasn't like the previous one, this was clearly for only people, not as fancy and shiny as it'll usually be, and the moment Christopher got off, gasps were heard from the people surrounding them.

"Is that Prince Christopher?!" The blond male turned towards the group of women in their mid-thirties that had come together in a circle, observing the male in awe. Christopher showed them his big, bright smile, the sight of his dimples making the ladies fawn at his attractive features.

(M/n) just observed with amusement from where he was still sitting.

"You'll make everyone fall in love with you if you keep smiling like that, Christopher," (M/n) said with a teasing smile, and the blond male looked down at him, a smug expression on his face.

"If that includes you, I might consider having a permanent smile on my face then," (M/n) felt his face heat up at the subtle insinuation, wondering how he could openly joke about something like that with another man. So deciding to just ignore his comment, (M/n) stood up and dusted his pants a bit, standing in front of the Prince.

"Well, what do you wanna do?"

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Their day was spent in quite a unique way, at least for Christopher. He helped (M/n) with his work, talked to quite some people openly as if he wasn't a Prince, got to know more of the suburbs, and most importantly, he learned a lot of things about (M/n).

He already knew the male was pretty much harmless and humble, but when it came to rich people treating others with contempt he could not let that slide. That kind side of him was what caught Christopher's attention, especially since he knew the (L/n) Family was quite wealthy, however, he was glad that the male was more human than a lot of people he's met for the past years.

From then on, he kept visiting the small town in the suburbs where (M/n) lived, joining him in helping others that needed him the most, his still heart seemingly feeling warm again, the ghost feeling of his heart beating always catching him off-guard.

He couldn't and wouldn't deny it, Prince Christopher may have fallen in love with (M/n), feeling alive again every time he saw his wide smile or heard his cheerful laugh. He was well aware of how society would look at him, how he would be treated just for being in love with another man, but he couldn't be bothered to care about any consequences.

His family accepted him just the way he is, and he had a hunch that (M/n) might also like him, his lingering touches on his arm whenever he helped him with work, or the longing looks in his eyes when he thought he didn't notice.

And yeah, he was absolutely correct. (M/n) found himself daydreaming more often than not, spacing out the moment he remembered Christopher's voice, his body shivering whenever he remembered his touch on his skin, and his heart pounding in his ears as he could almost hear the sound of his boisterous laugh. He might be scared, but he was more in love with Christopher than scared of the people in the town or even the villa surrounding the castle.

If nothing worked out as he hoped, (M/n) would have to do one of two things; leave town and never come back, or get married and have a "normal" life with a wife and kids, he didn't want to do any of the those, but he couldn't hold back anymore, not having Christopher was slowly eating him away. And like that, feeling determined, he waited for him outside of his hut yet again, this time more dressed up than usual, he had finished all his work the night before and early in the morning, so he had the rest of the evening free and he used it to get ready, gathering enough confidence and looking as nice and put together as he could with what he already had.

Hearing the horseshoes nearing his house, he looked up and bit his lip at the sight of the carriage. He glanced at the basket on top of the tree trunk he used as a table near the front door and he grabbed it, wiping his sweaty hand on his pants as he watched Christopher getting off the carriage.

They watched as it left, before looking at each other and showing soft smiles at the other.

"Well, what do you have to do today?" The blond rubbed his hands together in excitement making (M/n) chuckle, but he reached his hand out for the Prince to grab.

"I finished all my duties of the day just so we could do something else, Chris," gulping nervously, (M/n) observed how Christopher's eyes seemed to shine with adoration, gently placing his hand on his and letting himself be led away from the hut, further into the woods behind it.

They walked in complete silence for a few minutes, soon reaching the clear (M/n) had found the first night he reached the suburbs, the first time he ran away from his house after a fight with his parents.

"Alright, wait here, Chris," smiling softly at (M/n), Chris stood by a three, closely observing how the (h/c) haired male took out a cloth from on top of the basket and placed it down on the short grass. After setting everything for the little picnic (M/n) made, he stood up from his crouching position and walked over to Chris, holding his hand out again, waiting for the Prince to take it.

Observing (M/n) with adoration and love, Christopher held his hand, letting the male guide him to the picnic he set up in front of him and they sat down on the cloth.

The first hour went by with some idle chat, them talking about the week they had and funny memories they may have got since they last saw each other, and like that, the sun rays started hiding behind the tall trees surrounding them, making it seem like it was getting later than it actually was, and thanks to his good orientation, (M/n) was aware that the time barely reached 5 pm, so they could be out for a while longer, eating the remaining fruit in the basket before Christopher had to leave back to the castle.

Well... is now or never, taking a deep breath, (M/n) opened and closed his fists, feeling his palms clammy due to the sweat, clearing his throat, he looked up at the blond, who had just finished eating the last strawberry, "Christopher," he freaked out slightly at the trembling sound of his voice, but the warm look Chris sent him was enough to make him feel relaxed and at ease, "There's something I need to tell you."

Slowly licking his lips, Chris felt a little bit nervous, wondering what (M/n) might want to tell him. If it wasn't because something prevented him, he would've read his mind... well, actually no, he wouldn't have, he respects (M/n) too much to do that and he kinda liked not knowing what someone was thinking for once in his life.

"What is it?" Carefully, Chris placed his hand on top of (M/n), letting him know that he could tell him anything, at any time he wanted.

(M/n) looked at their hands for a moment, before gently interviewing their fingers together, leaning slightly closer and glancing up at his brown eyes again, "I'm... I'm in love with you, Chris."

Nothing.

Absolutely nothing. The silence was dreadful, and (M/n) realized he's gonna have to decide what to do from now on, without having Christopher Bahng in his life.

But the world is filled with surprises. Sometimes good, sometimes bad, but this one...?

This one might be the best surprise ever.

After (M/n) had lowered his gaze, Chris' free hand reached up to sweetly cup his face, wordlessly leaning closer and pressing their lips together in a soft kiss. (M/n)'s eyes opened wide for a moment, but they closed as soon as he reciprocated the kiss, his hand holding tighter onto Christopher's hand while he reached his free hand up to his neck, holding him in place while the blond's hand moved to his hair, playing with strands of his (straight/curly/wavy) (h/c) hair.

Their kiss only lasted a few seconds, but it lasted long enough to make their bodies shiver from happiness, the ghost feeling of Chris' heartbeat could almost bring a dark blush to his face, feeling incredibly happy. He never knew he could be so happy just by kissing someone.

And (M/n) felt exactly the same way.

Breaking apart from their kiss, both males looked into each other's eyes, smiling sheepishly and letting out a giddy laugh before leaning in once more, unable to keep away from the other now that they'd kissed.

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To society's eyes and standards, Chris and (M/n) were just friends, they spend as much time together as they could whenever the Prince would come by the suburbs to help, earning him the love and respect of the people around him. They worked well together and it was more weird seeing them apart than glued to each other nowadays. Only they knew what occurred behind closed doors.

Loving each other greatly, where no one could judge them and point accusatory fingers at them, blaming them for deviating from the rule of nature.

(M/n) has seen families torn apart after finding out their children were attracted to their same gender, poor and wealthy families alike. The suburbs and the villa were the same in that regard. But thankfully for them, the Bahng Family was overjoyed to realize their eldest son had finally found love, and they supported them in every way they could.

Even so, no one could avoid the prying eyes of people who wanted nothing more than to ruin the (L/n) Family, all because of a personal vendetta against (M/n)'s father.

And like that, the rumour of (M/n) kissing another man spread as quickly as air, even reaching the castle.

In the backyard, taking care of her flowers, Chris' mother heard the loud mouth of people from the other side of her garden, gossiping amongst themselves like it was their oxygen. And the words that reached her ears made her breath get stuck in her throat, the watering can in her hand fell to the grass as a vision plagued her mind.

She saw how (M/n)'s parents barged in through the door of his hut, yelling curses at him for letting such a meaningless rumour spread like that, his mother telling him they already had a bride ready to get married, that he didn't need to get to know her, just marry her and the rumour would dissipate with time. (M/n) seemed angry and disappointed at her words, the plan they thought of being even crueler than everything they had ever done.

They would never accept (M/n) for who he is. He realized that now and he felt like an idiot for believing he could ever live a normal life without his parents always telling him what to do and how to be. Sighing, he looked down and nodded once.

"Let me use the bathroom first, mother," huffing an annoyed 'okay' they watched how (M/n) took a couple of steps until reaching his small bathroom. He stood in front of the shattered mirror and let some tears fall down his face, before catching sight of the window behind him through the reflection.

The sight of the woods behind his hut greeted him, and he didn't think twice before climbing through the window and running away from everything.

Chris... Chris... Christopher!

"Mom?!" The woman snapped back from her vision right after hearing the heartbreaking cry of (M/n) for her son, and glancing at her side, she saw him. Chris was gently holding her shoulders, probably preventing him from falling over during her vision, "Are you okay? What did you see?"

"(M/n)... He's running away, his parents..." Trying not to freak out at his mother's words, Chris took a deep breath and lead his mother to a stone bench, helping her sit down.

"Where?" Blinking a few times, she lifted her gaze from her trembling hands and looked at her son.

"To the woods."

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Never in his life has Chris run as fast as he did at that moment.

He jumped over the walls surrounding the backyard and sprinted in the direction of the woods, knowing by memory the way to (M/n)'s hut. When he arrived he heard the boisterous screaming of his parents coming from the inside, but he picked out the scent of his partner immediately and he ran after him.

It didn't take him long to find him, he was kneeling by the edge of the lake, his body slouched as his shoulder shook, the sound of his crying made Chris frown, feeling angry at the cause of his tears but the sadness he felt at seeing him break down was greater than his anger.

"Darling," he softly called out to him, approaching him slowly. (M/n) glanced over his shoulder and let out a choked sob, turning back to the water soaking his hands and part of his clothing, before wetting his face a bit, getting rid of the tears staining his face.

"What are you doing here, Chris?" He asked with a hoarse voice, barely looking at his partner as he kneeled next to him. His cold hands rubbed his back up and down, soothing his body and mind from the stress he was feeling. A smile stretched across his face, he had gotten used to feeling Chris' cold hands on him, not really bothering to ask him why he was always so cold, after all, his cold touch felt as warm as a fire, heating him up and silently letting him know he'll always be there for him.

Internally, he was grateful that Christopher showed up, but at the same time, he felt like a burden to him. Chris could live a normal life if he hadn't fallen in love with him, and now, they could never live in peace. Not as long as the world didn't change.

"I heard..." He trailed on, unsure of how he should explain that his mother had a vision about him, that's why he's here now, but apparently, his unfinished sentence was enough for (M/n) to understand.

Scoffing a laugh, (M/n) observed his reflection in the water.

"I'm so pathetic, I should've known this was gonna happen," Chris wrapped his arms around (M/n)'s body, holding him close as the male's eyes filled with tears once more, "I'm so sorry, Chris... I put you in this situation, and now- my- my parents..." Gently holding his face in his hands, Chris dried the tears that continued to fall down his face, leaning closer to him until their foreheads were pressed together.

"This is not your fault, darling, the world is not ready to accept that one can't choose who to love, okay?" Closing his eyes, (M/n) nodded once, still unsure and doubting Chris' words, "Why don't we...?" Stroking (M/n)'s hair, Chris made the male look at him again, "Run away? Forever?"

Frowning in shock, (M/n) pulled away from Chris, who seemed heartbroken at being denied in such a way, "We can't," was all (M/n) had to say, and now it was Chris' turn to frown.

"Why not?" Standing up and walking along the waterline, (M/n) shook his head from side to side, scoffing as he imagined an impossible life with Christopher.

"You'll be losing more than I'll ever be able to achieve."

And Chris realized why (M/n) reacted like that. He was worried about him. Him being a Prince and the next one to occupy the throne, and become King, his concern made him smile, letting out a chuckle that made (M/n) mad.

"Why are you laughing now?" He asked abruptly turning around, and Chris smiled at him, walking to close the distance between them, reaching for his hands and slightly looking up at him.

"You don't need to worry about my family, or me, (M/n), I have everything I could ever ask for..." Reaching his hands up to cup the male's face in his hands, (M/n) closed his eyes, flinching at the cold against his warm skin, but still leaning against his palm, "Right here, with you."

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For months, (M/n) and Chris lived in a small cabin secluded in the densest part of the woods, really close to the neighboring country's frontier. Christopher took him there, explaining that he found the cabin when he was a kid and had been fixing and repairing it whenever he needed, and it's been a while since he came back to it.

They cleaned around the place as soon as they arrived, and placed some dry logs in the fireplace, having some illumination in the single big room of the cabin. They hunted some animals that were running around and roasted their meat on the fire, boiling some water from a nearby lake so they could drink it later, and with their stomachs full, they laid down on the already dusted mattress.

(M/n) wrapped his arms around Chris' waist, both of them facing the fire, its bright light already dimmed down quite a bit, leaving the room lit with a warm yellow colour illuminating their features. Nuzzling the back of Chris' neck, (M/n) placed soft kisses along his smooth pale skin.

"Chris?" He asked in a whisper, soon hearing the blond humming in response, "Marry me."

Caught off-guard, Chris blinked and turned around in (M/n)'s arms, his brown eyes staring at him with a dreamy look in them, shining under the warm light of the fire.

Reaching his hand up, he sweetly stroked (M/n)'s face, his thumb slowly gracing his lips with a love-filled look, "I would absolutely love that, darling," he responded with a tender smile on his lips, revealing his charmingly adorable dimples, "But... How?"

A sad look clouded (M/n)'s (e/c) eyes, his hand going up to hold Chris' hand, keeping it on his face, and he turned his head to gently kiss his palm and that simple gesture made Chris shiver, "One day... one day we will get married, honey, I promise."

Softly pushing (M/n) on his back, Chris got on top of him, straddling his hips and leaning down, joining their lips in that sweet yet passionate kiss, conveying to each other how they in love they were.

That night was filled with love and adoration, not an inch of their skins untouched, leaving marks on each other's bodies as they shared such an intimate moment together, the silent promise of belonging to the other in mind and soul sealed by the last kiss they shared before falling asleep, comfortable staying in the safety of each other hold.

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After a whole year, (M/n) and Chris had established their new life in that cabin that slowly grew in size, hoping that someday, they'll be able to form a family, but if that didn't work, the cabin may serve someone else as a home, after all, that was just a house, because their home was wherever the other went.

They were living quite an easy, enjoyable life, until (M/n) suddenly became very, very sick.

At first, nothing seemed out of the ordinary, he started having a cough and some high temperature, but he claimed he was feeling alright, he's dealt with stuff like this on his own for years, and he trusted his body enough to know he'll be feeling as good as new in a couple of days.

But that didn't happen.

Two weeks after the symptoms started, he could no longer get up from the bed, his voice a mere whisper, causing him pain wherever he tried to speak, having to rely on Chris to help him drink water slowly, he has been choking on air recently, and it was safe to say the blond was extremely worried. He had tried to go back to the villa and bring over a doctor that could treat (M/n)'s illness, but he didn't like the thought of leaving (M/n) by himself while he tried to get help, even more since his family was still looking for him to get him to marry a woman.

With the state the male was in, Chris was scared, really scared, he seemed like he could die at any moment, and the thought of a life without him brought tears to his face, sleepless nights staying awake to watch over him, holding his body gently as to not hurt him or cause him pain.

And one particularly bad night, (M/n) knew. He felt his life slipping away like a breath, and after a bad coughing fit where he ended up coughing a whole lot of blood, Chris started crying at the sight of his dying partner, who just showed him his gentle smile, his eyes lacked their usual brightness, but they looked at him with all the love in the world.

(M/n) slightly raised his trembling hands, and Chris leaned closer to him, staring into his eyes while his bottom lip trembled and tears ran down his face, "I love you, Chris... never forget that, okay?" His weak voice made Chris go into denial, biting his bottom lip and shaking his head.

"No... No, I won't- I won't let you die, (M/n), I can't..." He tried blinking the tears away, his hands shaking violently as he caressed (M/n)'s face and down to his shoulders, "You can't leave me, darling... you're- you're all I have," a cascade of warm tears ran down Chris' face, dripping from his chin and wetting the skin of (M/n)'s palms, "I can... I can save you."

(M/n) tried to laugh at his words, weakly drying the tears off his cheeks, sweetly stroking his blond curls, "Is okay, honey-"

Hardly swallowing his saliva, Chris spoke with a serious voice, "I'm a vampire," he looked into (M/n)'s eyes and continued before he could say anything, "I can turn you into a vampire as well, and- and we can be together forever, (M/n)," he whispered, his voice breaking the more he talked, hating the mere of thought of having to continue living without the love of his life, however, that was gonna become his reality soon.

"Christopher is too late now..." Feeling his still heart shatter, Chris looked down, biting his lip hard to prevent his broken sobs from escaping his mouth, "We'll meet again, okay? I could never forget you, Chris," showing (M/n) a trembling smile, he leaned closer, pressing their foreheads together, "I love you, so much..."

"I love you too, (M/n)," he whispered before pressing their lips together gently, soon backing away and realizing that his partner had stopped breathing.

His eyes filled with tears again, endlessly falling down his face and he held (M/n)'s lifeless body in his arms, screaming all his pain and sorrow away.

He stayed as long as he could sitting on the wooden floor, the mattress on the floor and he cried everything out. Now, with no more tears left to shed, he felt empty. The sun coming through the blinds made him realize it was already morning, the sun rays hitting something with a reflection, the bright light making him blink rapidly as he looked away for a moment.

And he saw that (M/n)'s ring was the cause. Taking a deep breath, he reached his hand and slowly took his ring off, the embroidery on the inside reading, 'We'll last forever, (M/n) & Chris'. Pushing the inside of his cheek with his tongue, Chris avoided crying again, and he took his necklace off, passing the silver chain through the ring, keeping it close to where his heart is, and he stood up, covering (M/n)'s body before grabbing his shovel, going to the clear where (M/n)'s confessed to him and he started digging a hole deep and big enough to bury his fiance.

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With (M/n)'s body cleaned up and well dressed, Chris placed a kiss on his forehead as he jumped down in the grave he dug, placing his body on the dirt, covering him with his favorite blanket, and he cried a few minutes more, completely silent before jumping out and burying (M/n).

He grabbed the flowers he picked up earlier, made a messy yet pretty bouquet with every single flower (M/n) liked and he placed them by the cross he made. His name, (M/n) (L/n) carved on the wood, and right next to it, the year he was born and the year he died, 1795-1820, barely having reached his 25th birthday.

From there, he walked into the suburbs, people gasping at the sight of Prince Christopher having returned, but no one dared approach him. It might've been the ominous aura around him, but the devastated look on his face was a clear enough sign to let them know that the Prince wasn't looking forward to talking to others.

He walked all the way to the castle, the world muffled in his ears, ignoring every person that tried to talk to him, and when he walked through the main doors of the place he lived in, the sight of his mother made him break down, running toward her like a little kid, hugging her tightly and crying the loss of his soulmate once again.

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Chris wasn't the same man after that, after spending the first couple of months in his room he finally decided to leave the castle. His family understood his grieving and gave him space, letting him have all the time he needed to heal.

But he'll never heal the deep wound (M/n) left in him after leaving this world. Even though he didn't need sleep, sometimes he did just so he could relive all those happy memories of (M/n), however after a while, his dreams became plagued with the image of his last moments, only turning more and more sinister, and now, Chris became afraid to sleep ever again, passing his hours plastering words on paper, expressing the feelings he couldn't and can't anymore.

The instant Chris decided to abandon the castle, he knew it'll only be temporary, he loved his family too much to just leave forever, but again, he needed time to himself.

The months soon turned into years and Chris was still holding onto the memory of (M/n), his ring hanging around his neck, his own ring still on his ring finger, waiting for his soulmate to come back to him. Maybe... in another life.

Chris constantly remembers the stories his parents told him, how they've witnessed reincarnation, and he held onto that small spark of hope in his chest, no matter how long he'll have to wait for (M/n) to be part of his life again, and hopefully, forever this time.

The wait was long, and even though he hasn't given up yet, Chris decided he needed to get his life together, and now, a hundred and ninety years later, he's standing in Sidney's airport. He witnessed how much the world has changed in nearly two centuries, realizing he contributed to some important inventions, how? He's not entirely sure either.

Walking out of the airport with only a backpack hanging off his shoulder, he was met with his younger sister, Hannah, who smiled at him and hugged him tightly. She had missed him for so long and now, finally having him in front of her again reminded her how their lives used to be.

"I missed you too, Hannah," the sound of his voice almost brought tears to the girl's eyes, but she held them back and walked towards her car.

"Come on, let's go home."

The car ride was filled with laughter and music, after years, Chris was finally showing a genuine smile and he felt glad that he decided to come back home. And he was only with Hannah currently, the thought of seeing his parents and Lucas warmed his heart, and -accidentally- reading his sister's mind, he found out they had a beautiful dog named Berry. She was so cute and cheerful, he couldn't wait to finally meet the cute canine.

It was safe to say that the greeting he received when he walked through the door was more than emotional, his parents hugged him as tight as they could, his mother crying in his arms, finally being able to see the face of her eldest son. His father was more composed, having a better grip on keeping his emotions to himself, hugging him even tighter.

Lucas jumped on him the moment his parents released him, and he cried for a while, clinging onto his brother like a koala, and that even made Chris tear up a little.

And finally, he saw her. The small dog had walked around the corner, tailing Lucas and curiously staring at the stranger surrounded by her family. Her eyes observed Chris as he carefully approached her, kneeling on the floor and reaching his hand out.

Growing up used to the sight of vampires, Berry found Chris' scent comforting and somehow familiar. With careful steps, she sniffed his hand and soon after, nuzzled it, placing her head under his palm, enjoying the gentle pets on her soft fur.

Surrounded by the comfort of his family, Chris chose to focus on the single one thing that has worked for him ever since that fatal day. He created music. His own personal way of conveying his feelings is by writing meaningful lyrics, making the soundtracks soul-touching, and the notes in the song making your whole body shiver as you can feel the raw emotion put in the music.

Something about making his own music made him feel safe and sound, as if nothing could go wrong ever again, and he even dared record himself singing or rapping the lyrics along the soft, slow pace of the song.

And somehow, he ended up finding himself making it big in the music industry a few years later, going by the name Bang Chan, he became the leader of a kpop group, Stray Kids.

Never has he gone through the amount of stress this job was making him go through, but even if his body was exhausted, his mind was erratic every second of every day, only feeling sadness whenever the anniversary of (M/n)'s passing got closer, taking the day off to connect with himself and his memories, observing the drawings he's made along the years. He even had a portrait of him done by Hyunjin, who found it fascinating how his hyung had managed to draw the same face by memory now, as if he actually met the male in his past life.

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Walking along the corridor, Stray Kids were heading toward the practice room JYP told them to meet him at, peeking in through the open door and seeing him in the middle of the room, the members of Twice were also in the room.

"Oh, boys! Come in," everyone walked in and Seungmin closed the door after being signaled to, since he was the last one in, "Well, I'll explain to you what I already explained to the girls," Stray Kids turned to look at Twice bowing at them in silence, and some members noticed two groups sitting at the back of the room, "I've been planning on making another survival show."

Felix seemed to shiver as he remembered the bad time he went through during the survival program SKZ did, and Minho rested his hand on his shoulder, sharing the feeling with the freckled male.

"And I wanted to change things up a bit, you'll be their mentors to help them get ready for a possible debut," the word possible weighed on everyone's shoulders, especially the trainees', "Twice would mentor the girl group, and Stray Kids would mentor the boy group, as easy as that."

Of course, it wasn't "as easy as that", the man was just giving his job to others because that's just how he is. Another tyrant in the entertainment industry.

"The filming would begin next week, so get to know each other a little better," he said heading to the door and leaving the room. Twice were the first ones to approach the girls who had already stood up and they stood in a corner of the room, while Stray Kids slowly walked towards the boys who were hesitantly standing up.

Chris wasn't too interested in participating in this project, he didn't want anything to do with JYP and his group projects, treating humans like experiments, but he couldn't do much about that, just obey.

"Hyung, isn't he the guy from your drawings?" Hyunjin whispered in his ear, and he blinked confused, looking up at the group, observing every single of them closely and finally, his brown eyes landed on a young male standing at the back, completely silent and slightly separated from his group.

Chris couldn't believe his eyes, he was seeing (M/n) again, in front of him. Alive.

Feeling a heavy stare on him, (M/n) looked up, immediately catching Chris' eyes, and like a movie, Chris saw every second of his life next to (M/n), the ring touching the skin of his chest feeling like it was burning as if it knew it was in close proximity of its original owner. He was unsure if it was actually (M/n), his (M/n), but the moment he saw his gentle smile he knew.

That was him, his soulmate. As if he wouldn't recognize that warm smile that made him feel alive, as if his heart was beating again.

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After getting to know each other a little better, the members of (M/n)'s group made their positions clear, even though everyone was kind of an all-rounder, they were better at something specific. (M/n)'s was dance, he was the main dancer of the group and Chris was absolutely mesmerized the moment he saw him dance.

The night they danced by the fireplace, or under the moonlight, even in the rain, getting soaked yet not caring about it... Chris couldn't help but space out, only snapping back when claps filled the silent room after the music stopped.

Now, (M/n) had to decide if he was gonna be a vocalist or a rapper, however, Chris found an excuse to talk to him and spend more time with him. His Korean needed some polishing so he offered to help him.

Being able to see (M/n) again had him mesmerized, having him so close making it hard for him to hold himself back, but he managed, after all, he wasn't sure if (M/n) remembered anything from his past life, especially because he was still unable to read his mind.

With days turning into weeks, the survival show was being now recorded and streamed on national tv. Months of training showed results, and round after round, everyone showed just how talented they are, making the decision of picking more and more difficult every time.

But the one that seemed the most promising, was (M/n). He constantly showed great improvement in his dancing, but he lacked confidence, something that made his stage presence weak, and opaque, adding to that the trouble he still had with the Korean language. Everyone saw his talent, and the potential he wasn't using.

Well, that's what Chris was there for.

The next round was proving to be one of the most difficult ones. Each group had to pick a song, and sing it, all with the purpose of showing great, powerful vocals from everyone, or at least, the vocalists.

Chris had been debating with everyone which song the group should sing, and (M/n) came up with a good one. One of his favorite songs.

(M/n) was left to rearrange the song, making the notes higher and longer, the tempo slower, good enough to fit the vocalists' voices, including his.

But that didn't seem to be working. Chris made it his job to help (M/n) with belting the highest note of the whole song yet, receiving help from Seungmin, Jeongin, Minho, and Jisung, who only gave him encouraging words whenever his voice failed him.

Every rehearsal was a waste of time, or that's what (M/n) thought. He wanted to do a good job, he wanted to prove that he could do big things, and achieve anything he set his mind to, but it seemed like a mountain too high to climb. Even so, he didn't give up, and by the time they were on the stage, each one of them having a reflector light up on their parts, (M/n) took deep breaths as his part got closer.

"And all along I believed I would find you, time has brought your heart to me, I have loved you for a thousand years, I'll love you for a thousand more," he listened attentively to the maknae's line, taking a deep breath to prepare himself mentally and physically, "One step closer."

"One step closer..." He harmonized with the youngest, waiting for the instrumental in his earpiece to reach his verse.

He gripped tightly onto the microphone, closing his eyes and letting himself be swayed away by the song.

"I have died every day waiting for you. Darling, don't be afraid I have loved you for a thousand years," the arrangement of the song made it so that the end part of the song would have the highest note, and even though he hasn't been able to achieve the perfect belting till now, he felt the emotions in his chest take control, "I'll love you for a thousand more."

Everyone was mesmerized by his voice, the raw emotion and pain made some people in the audience tear up, and Chris related to this song more than ever.

(M/n) belted that note beautifully and seemingly effortlessly, his eyes filled with tears as he spilled his heart with the song, images flashing inside his mind, all of them of a man awfully similar to Bang Chan.

"And all along I believed I would find you, time has brought your heart to me," he opened his eyes for the rest of the song, people gasping at the sight of his glossy eyes, his gaze landing on Chris who was also holding back tears, "I have loved you for a thousand years... I'll love you for a thousand more..."

The piano melody filled the room they were in, and (M/n) tilted his head down, letting his tears freely fall from his eyes and onto the stage.

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After that wonderful round, the final approached quickly, and now an audience bigger than only their sunbaenims filled the room. School girls accompanied by their friends and parents, women in their twenties, captivated by the charms of the boy group, teenage boys, and young adults cheering for the girls.

Honestly, the public didn't have a favorite group exactly, both groups proved to be capable enough to debut and make it big, but (M/n)'s singing had gone viral worldwide, already having thousands of fans from outside Korea.

The final round soon began, music, singing, dancing, and cheers filled the room, and everything seemed to go by so fast to even realize that the audience had already voted for their favorite group.

And dramatically announced by JYP, the boy group, REBELS, had won the voting by less than ten votes. They had a group hug but (M/n) turned to the girls and bowed at them, and he was soon being tackled by them, their voices breaking from sadness, yet the bright smiles on their faces were enough to let everyone know that they weren't upset.

"You deserve it, (M/n), all of you do, so do your best and don't disappoint us," the leader of the girl group muttered in his ear and he nodded, hugging them back before being dragged by his group.

From the crowd, Chris observed how (M/n) was surrounded by everyone, chants of his name reaching his ears and echoing off the walls.

(M/n) was gonna debut and Chris was happy for him but, what was he gonna do now?

Well, he waited nearly two hundred years for him, he could wait a while longer... Or that's what he was hoping for, not really trusting his self-control when it came to (M/n).

this is the longest fic i've ever written, hopefully, it was good ☺

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