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memethebum · 1 year

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Finally got a new one-shot up!!!

This one was kinda hard to write so I hope y’all enjoy hehe

I lied it’s a Shrek AU that I wrote for April Fools Day : P

Once upon a time in a world that’s like pretty different but not totally different from ours, there lived a man named Soul Evans. His home was within the woods outside a village, causing him to become the target of many attempted attacks due to being a weapon.

However, Soul never let that get to him. In fact, he thought being able to thwart all of the villagers’ plans to attack him was a fun way of ignoring the crippling weight of never being good enough for anyone.

His life of never giving a shit about anything was then trampled upon once he woke up one day and noticed a blue-haired donkey outside his cottage.

“Who the fuck are you?” the weapon questioned once opening the door, causing the donkey to let out a smug neigh.

“I’M THE ONLY AND ONLY BLACK*STAR AND I-“ the animal attempted to reply before Soul slammed the door shut.

However, he finally caved in and let Black*Star stay with him after a long exchange of curses and death threats that the author may have been too lazy to write.

That decision seemed to backfire on him, as the ass followed him around the woods the next day until Soul wondered how tasty donkey meat would be.

Soul then returned home at the end of the day to find a group of people scattered around his property.

Just what I needed, more freaks he thought while watching a bald headed man shine his spectacles and then shifting his attention towards two women sitting upon the grass and brushing each other’s hair.

“Who the hell are you people!” Soul shouted to the group, who only gave him a look of indifference.

“Tsu! There you are!” Black*Star exclaimed beside the weapon, causing him to meet the eyes of a raven/haired donkey.

“I’m sorry for leaving you Black*Star, there was a group of humans coming after our host here, so I decided to break their knee caps but got a little carried away. Oh, I also made us some stew since I thought you’d be tired sir,” Tsubaki exclaimed before balancing a plate between her hooves and handing it to Soul.

“Ahhhh…you can stay BUT THE REST OF YOU NEED TO LEAVE!” Soul added before hearing the two twin children in the corner of his yard sneer.

“Sorry, but you’ll have to take that up with Queen Medusa. She’s the one that exiled us here,” Kim explained while running a brush through Jackie’s long tresses.

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“Geez Soul, you haven’t said a word since we’ve been on the road,” Black*Star commented as they neared the castle.

“I’m not trynna’ hear an ass talk about it’s god complex,” Soul explained.

“At least I’m honest with my feelings, unlike some grumpy red-eyed weapon,” the animal mumbled before kicking an onion, an action that may or may not allude to a refrence from one of the source materials for this fic.

They then walked in silence before entering the arena beside the castle.

“Some of you may die, but that is a sacrifice I am willing to make,” Queen Medusa sang from her seat at the topmost portion of the arena before noticing Soul and Black*Star passing security and ordering her guards to go after them.

Her eyes then fixated upon Soul after he was able to defeat all her knights via a fighting montage that the author was yet again too lazy to write.

“Well, it seems as if the weapon is our final contender,” Medusa announced, causing the crowd to cheer.

“Contender for what?” Soul questioned before noticing the wide smile that had been plastered onto the queen’s face.

“Bring us Princess Maka Albarn from her tower. Then and only then will I move all those people off your land,” she explained, causing the weapon to let out a grunt.

“How do I know you’re not just fuckin’ with me,” Soul barked at the princess .

“Isn’t everyone just using each other these days? Get with the program buddy,” a voice called from beside the queen, probing Soul into moving his eyes towards a giggling blob which was protruding from a lanky pink-haired person.

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This’d better be worth it Soul groaned in agitation as he kept his eyes on the shaking planks of the bridge he was walking across.

“Umm Soul, don’t ya’ think you’re walking a little too fast,” Black*Star called from behind him, causing Soul to turn back and watch how the animal’s feet seemed to be shaking between each step.

“Don’t tell me you’re scared,” Soul taunted before Black*Star whined at the statement.

“Of course not dude, why would I be scared-“ he called before the weapon jumped and caused the whole bridge to wobble even more.

“WHAT THE HELL SOUL! THATS NOT FUNNY MAN, YOU SEE HOW MUCH THIS THING IS SHAKING,” the ass shrieked, eliciting a chuckle out of Soul.

“Alright, alright fine. But only because I’m a nice person and this thing is really-“ Soul started before going weak in the knees himself once a three- headed monster landed directly in front of him.

“And who might you two be?” the middle head spoke while moving its eyes from Soul to Black*Star, causing the ass to quickly come trotting up near the weapon.

“Wait, if you can talk, then that must mean you’ve been-“

“Cursed? Yea why, you gotta problem with that?” the head on the right spoke before raising one of its eyebrows at Black*Star, causing him to clear his throat.

“Hah, if a god like me can get cursed, what business do I have judging people about it,” the ass answered before leaning closer towards Soul.

“You go get the princess while I handle things here,” he then whispered, causing Soul to gape at his level of confidence.

“I’ve gotta say, you’ve all kept your…looks even through the curse. I mean, look at how shiny your scales are and how uh-uh…,” Black*Star said as Soul began to maneuver his way around the creature.

“Symmetrical we are?” Kid added, causing the ass to vigorously nod his head.

“Ahh ye-yea that too,” Black*Star replied.

“Ohho, thank you. I do try to keep us prim and proper even while guarding the princess,” Kid replied as Soul went dashing towards the entrance of the abandoned castle.

“Shit, Kiddo that one is trying to get to Maka,” Liz shouted just as the weapon slammed the giant doorway shut.

“Hmm, oh you and Patty take care of it. I’m trying to have a decent conversation with the first person-ass-animal whatever we’ve seen in years,” Soul heard the middle head exclaim and then felt a wave of fire assault him from behind.

He conviently ducked into a pile of bones on his right and decided to strap on the armor left behind from the corpse before taking a chance at running through the hall again.

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Maka shut her book as she heard someone open the doors under her tower. She then quickly reached for the knife she kept on her bedside table like a fucking sociopath.

Her next idea was to toss the book onto the floor and then pretend as if she were asleep.

The princess then heard the door open and clutched her knife tightly before jumping onto the stranger once they neared her bed.

“Ah, woah woah woah CALM DOWN,” Soul yelled as she pointed the knife at him.

“Who are you and how did you get past Kid, Liz, and Patty!” Maka shouted, only to conveniently be silenced by another wave of fire below them.

“Sorry about this,” the stranger replied before swinging Maka across his shoulder and then bolting out her room and across the hallway.

“PUT ME DOWN!” the princess shouted as they finally reached the exit, where another wave of fire came rushing after them.

“I’m so sorry Maka, we got distracted and-“

“JUST KILL THIS GUY!” Maka shouted over Liz, earning a guffaw from the stranger as he picked up a blue donkey and went running across the castle’s bridge.

She let out a groan in indignation at how he narrowly missed the attacks Kid, Liz, and Patty were throwing at him, only for her heart to sink even furthur once seeing that her friends had somehow been chained to the castle.

The princess then kicked Soul in a more furious manner, causing her to look like a toddler throwing a temper tantrum until the stranger finally let her go after walking a good amount of distance away from the castle.

“YOU STUPID NO GOOD ASSHOLE,” Maka shrieked before Soul put up his hands to calm her down.

“IF YOU THINKS THIS MEANS IM GOING TO MARRY YOU THEN-“

“Marriage!??? Oh no, trust me princess that definitely isn’t somethin’ I was planning on doing,” he countered while the author did a mental eyeroll.

“Oh- so you’re weren’t planning on making me your bride?” Maka asked.

“No,” Soul said.

“You weren’t going to kiss me to life if I was a corpse?” Maka asked.

“No?” Soul said.

“Didn’t start lusting after me after glancing my way for like 30 seconds?” Maka asked.

“No,” Soul said.

“You’re not some middle aged man trying to marry someone that’s still young and fair?” Maka asked.

“What the fuck, no no no,” Soul finally said with a huff.

“All I’m trynna’ do is get you back to Queen Medusa’s kingdom,” he explained, causing the princess to hum in understanding.

“I see, well I suppose that isn’t so bad then. I’ve no doubt Kid, Liz, and Patty can easily fix the predicament they’re in too, so I’ll overlook that. May I at least get to see your face since you’ve successfully dragged me out my castle?” Maka questioned before pointing at the helmet around Soul’s head.

“Oh yea,” he answered before transforming his hand and carefully cutting through the metal.

It then fell off as Maka let out a gasp.

“He’s hot right?” Black*Star questioned as a lame attempt at comedic relief.

“He’s a…weapon!” Maka exclaimed, eliciting Soul to let out a snort.

“Sure am. Now let’s get going already,” he gruffly announced while Maka only stared after him in awe.

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They’d been walking for a long and boring amount of time before suddenly being surrounded by a group of men.

“What is that thing?” Black*Star questioned while pointing at a strange looking white scrawny little duck man standing right in front of them.

“FOOL! You are in the presence of the great Excalibur!” Excalibur exclaimed as the men around them laughed.

“Oh hi there cutie-“

“Keep your filthy hands off of me!” Maka shrieked over Hiro before sucker punching him to the floor, causing Soul to gape at her in bewilderment.

The weapon then evaded some other men that were attempting to attack him before feeling an arrow come flying towards his calf.

Fortunately, Maka and Black*Star were able to take down all of the remaining men by themselves, leaving only Excalibur still standing.

“Fools! To do such a thing to my henchmen is beyond rude, since they won’t be able to hear my legend-“ he tried to explain before Maka kicked him to the side.

“Get out of our way!” she exclaimed while letting out a final huff in indignation.

The princess then grabbed Soul’s arm and began to walk forward before hearing him let out a small wince.

“Oh no, I forgot you’re hurt,” she said while grounding them to a halt and staring at the arrow that’d conveniently lodged itself into the armor surrounding the weapon’s calf.

“Don’t worry, it’s really just a scratch,” Soul countered while Maka let out a hum.

“Still, we should get it treated. Black*Star, go look for some herbs we can treat the wound with,” Maka replied, causing the ass to salute her before trotting away.

“Ok, let’s dislodge it first,” the princess said while reaching for the arrow.

“Ah, fuck woman you’re pulling too hard!” Soul yelped, probing Maka to let out a huff.

“What, you can’t take it?” she replied before the weapon lost his balance and fell down with her sprawled on top of him in a totally not suggestive manner.

“I found some Aloe Vera and I heard that-ohhhh c’mon guys, you couldn’t have moved a few feet and got it on in the bushes,” Black*Star called as the pair scrambled off each other.

“Let’s…keep going,” Maka announced while Soul nodded his head in agreement.

“Hah, you two aren’t fooling anyone with how red your faces-“ the ass taunted before Maka kicked him.

They were able to find a spot to rest that night, allowing the princess to go scrambling behind a boulder after saying goodnight.

“Ya’ think….she likes me?” Soul asked Black*Star as they gazed at the stars.

“Why wouldn’t she like you dude?” the animal questioned, causing Soul to let out a sigh.

“She’s a princess and I’m a weapon, it’s as simple as that,”.

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To the surprise of absolutely nobody, the two did begin to grow closer and fall in love. The days passed before they were a day away from Queen Medusa’s castle, probing Maka into growing more anxious about her condition.

Her blades wouldn’t dissipate at all during that night, which forced her heart to skip a beat once hearing someone open the door to the small cottage she was attempting to sleep in.

The princess’ immediate reaction was to duck behind a large barrel, although it was too late since she heard Black*Star begin to screech at the way the moonlight reflected against her blades.

“Black*Star…Black*Star shhh,” Maka quickly coaxed, causing him to gape at her.

“Oh wow, Maka I had no idea you were a-,”

“I know, and I wanted to keep it that way too,” she finished as Black*Star raised an anthrophormic eyebrow at her.

“Why would you wanna do that?” the ass asked before Maka released a bitter laugh.

“You see how weapons are treated in the world. Always shunned for something that isn’t their fault. And besides, who would want to be associated with a freak-show scythe. Especially one so careless and unattractive,” she lamented.

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“Hey-um Maka, I’m not really sure what your favorite flower is, but I grow…some-uh sunflowers outside my cottage and they’re sorta’ pretty so I thought-“

“And besides, who would want to be associated with a freak-show scythe. Especially one so careless and unattractive,” Soul heard Maka exclaim over his rehearsal, causing his grip on the flower to loosen as he gaped at the cottage door for what felt like an enternity.

Right… what was I thinking he sighed before walking away and beginning to sulk in a corner of the makeshift camp he and Black*Star had created.

“Soul…Soul what’s wrong?” Maka called to him just as the sun began to rise from it’s slumber.

The weapon looked back to see her walking towards him from the cottage, probing him into letting out a muffled snort.

“Nothin’. At least, nothing you should have to worry about princess,” he offered before watching her pupils begin to dilate at his response.

“If it was something I’ve done then please-“

“Ah, Princess Maka,” Medusa called before the pair heard a group of horses gallop their way.

“I see that you’ve brought her back safely, weapon. I’ll send my guards out to clear those people from your land immediately. Now come along dear princess, I’m sure your journey has been quite distasteful,” Medusa hissed while flashing them both a wicked stare.

“Right…of course. Goodbye Black*Star, goodbye Soul,” Maka replied as she levelled a brief glance at Black*Star and then gave Soul a pathetic pining stare.

She then climbed onto Crona’s steed and the group set into motion towards the castle.

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“Now Princess Maka, I know we’ve talked about you being exhausted but…I have to ask if you’d be ready,” Medusa hummed.

“Ready for what?” Maka questioned while mulling over the food before her.

“Marriage my dear. You see, we’ve made preparations for the royal matrimony to happen tonight…if you’re up to the task,” the queen added with a devious glint in her eyes.

“Oh…,” Maka responded before being whisked away into a changing room.

Marraige…that’s a silly thing to think about when Soul is angry at me she internally lamented, causing her single fucking braincell to become fixated on that thought instead of the way she was being put into a wedding dress and then led down an altar.

The princess’ focus then rushed back into reality during the last minute like the lovesick dumbass she was, allowing her to notice the pink-haired person from earlier standing before her.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we have gathered here for the marriage of Princess Maka Albarn and…Ragnarok of Gorgon Kingdom,” the officiant announced, forcing Maka’s mind to stop reeling about how to get out the situation and notice the black blob that had begun to protrude out of Crona’s shoulder instead.

“Time to give Daddy a kiss,” Ragnarok giggled as Maka tried to whack him with the flower bouquet she was holding, only to realize that her hands and mouth had been glued in place.

I knew I should’ve just stayed a shut-in in that old fucking castle she thought to herself while Medusa grinned at her.

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“Are you ok in there?” Tsubaki called to Soul from outside his cottage, causing him to grunt in response.

“Just peachy,” he said while realizing just how bad he’d had it for Maka.

Still have it might be a better way of wording it be thought while pouring himself a drink and trying to hold back his tears.

“SOUL, SOUL OPEN UP YOU ASS!” Black*Star called from outside before Soul let out a snort.

“Hate to tell ya’ this ‘Star, but you’re the ass here,” Soul called out.

“Maka is a weapon too,” the ass answered back before Soul spat out his drink.

“What!?” he questioned.

“All that stuff she was saying was about herself dumbass, not you,” Black*Star called as Soul swung his front door open.

“She…actually liked me?” the weapon questioned before slapping one of his palms to his head.

“Yea and she probably still does, even if you might’ve broken her heart a bit by letting her go ahead with getting hitched to some other dude,” the ass exclaimed while Tsubaki shook her head in agreement.

“Ahhhhh shit, I-I have to get to her but there’s no way I’ll make it-“

“That’s what we’re here for Romeo,” Liz called from behind them, causing Soul to immediately go running towards the cursed trio before they launched themselves up into the sky.

“If someone objects to this wedding, speak now or forever hold thy-,” Soul heard the officiant announce before jumping off the dragon and running straight towards the castle doors.

“ME, I OBJECT,” he shouted, causing everyone to look at him in awe.

“S-Soul?” Maka stuttered as he came running towards her.

“Maka…Maka I’m so so sorry about earlier. I jumped to conclusions and didn’t give you a chance to explain, and I’m-I’m sorry. The truth is…I love you,” he announced, eliciting the crowd to release a cacophony of oohs and ahhs at the drama unfolding in front of them.

“Oh, how precious. The weapon has fallen in love with a princess,” Medusa laughed before Maka made her way near the stain-glass window above the altar and transformed her hands into two large scythes as the sun began to set.

“I hope you like what you see,” the princess giggled.

Soul gaped at her like the simp he was while Medusa narrowed her eyes and shrugged.

“Well if you wanted to reveal yourself publicly, I suppose I can use some brute force. Guards, seize them,” the witch exclaimed as a group of guards came running towards Maka and Soul.

“You two are going to make such nice test subjects,” she cackled as the stained glass window of the building shattered and Patty’s neck tilted downwards and swallowed Medusa whole.

“Ew, Patty I can’t believe you did that!” Liz screeched before they were engulfed in a cloud of smoke and then emerged as human being once more.

The sisters celebrated their newfound mobility while Kid’s face went red after a human Black*Star landed on his lap.

“Guess you really weren’t an ass after all,” Soul snorted to Black*Star, only to make his way towards Maka a moment later and run a hand through her blades, which turned back into her slender arms through his soothing touch.

“I hated myself because of these blades Soul, but I love you for being you, so I suppose they deserve a chance as well,” she exclaimed while clasping their hands together.

“Hm, guess you could say I broke your curse in a way then, since it isn’t all bad anymore,” Soul replied before resting his forehead against hers.

“A kiss from my knight in shining armor would be nice though,” the princess added as she blushed at the cheesy comeback, only to melt into Soul’s touch as he gently slid his hand behind her neck and slowly moved his lips forward.

The pair then went on to live a pretty happy life in Soul’s cottage while being visited by their ex-anthropomorphic friends and those who had been freed from Queen Medusa’s tyranny before finally tying the knot and living out their rest of their lives a a nasty lovey dovey couple.

The end.

#haven’t wrote anything this unhinged since the Halloween fic back in 2021 lol #so I needed to change that #soul eater #soul x maka #maka x soul #black star #death the kid #liz thompson #patty thompson #medusa gorgon

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nirvanaida · 6 years

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#tdp shrek au #tdp cursed #i never said anything about no shrek au #rayla #tdp #the dragon prince

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comradekatara · 2 years

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the gaang & fire nation girls + decorative sensibilities? (like how they arrange their living space & decorate it and so forth---furniture styles & color palettes they like, stance on shag rugs, etc) canon or modern au!

okay I answered it for modern au here and since that’s basically just a take on their personalities with more (relatable/contemporary) options, im gonna try to answer this question now with avatar worldbuilding in mind (obviously this is all postwar since kids have basically no say in their living spaces lol)

aang is a nomadic monk. as we see from flashbacks, his childhood bedroom was pretty sparse. if he lives anywhere it’s on appa. that said, he has a lot of opinions on his friends’ interior design choices. especially zuko’s. he keeps insisting that zuko needs to declutter his bedroom & office and open the curtains so as to get some natural light in. zuko does no such thing.

katara’s bedroom is very comfortable and inviting, full of furs and rugs and warmth. everyone feels at home the second they enter it. for this reason among many others, hakoda worries about boys feeling a bit too invited, which is a concern of his that they fight over often. “oh i saved the world but you don’t trust me to be alone with a boy???!?!??” (sokka refuses to get involved in this squabble, but he secretly thinks that his dad makes some fair points.)

sokka loves collecting material possessions from all over the world, whether it be weapons, maps, books, weird hats, fake beards, etc. he also keeps very detailed scrolls sorted by date in a rack under his desk, and his desk is lined with all sorts of little trinkets, many of which are just little statues toph made for him. his bedroom and his office can only be described as organized chaos. he has so much stuff, but rest assured, he has a system for all of it, and if anyone moves anything out of place he will know and freak out about it.

toph likes to keep things sparse. she doesn’t like ostentation or anything fancy—her prized possession is a lump of leftover meteorite sokka gave her. if she had it her way, she’d live in shrek’s swamp hovel. and by the time she’s an old lady, that’s exactly what she does.

like sokka, zuko loves clutter, but unlike sokka, it has little to do with the items he possesses, and more that zuko simply cannot stand negative space. rooms that are too bare and bright and large make zuko feel exposed and anxious. despite being the firelord, he finds the smallest bedroom and office available in the palace and uses those, to pretty much everyone’s confusion. but that’s how he likes it. cramped and dark and safe.

suki’s house on kyoshi island is cute and homey. she keeps her weapons and uniform displayed on the wall when she’s not using them, and hangs up art and letters from her friends, and keeps flowers in little pots on her desk. her biggest problem is that she absolutely hates cleaning and is therefore always trying to cajole other people into doing it for her. she’s lucky that she doesn’t even need to ask sokka because he hates mess so much he’ll just start cleaning unprompted, but for most of the year when he’s not on kyoshi island, she tries to goad the other kyoshi warriors into bets wherein the loser has to clean the winner’s apartment. since they are all extremely competitive, they always take the bait, and that’s how her house stays clean :)

once they move in together, ty lee and mai compromise on a tasteful pink and black colorscheme, decorated with the weirdest art they can possibly find, as well as their friends’ art, and their own. their favorite piece of decor is a one of a kind tapestry by a kyoshi island artisan depicting the tragic history of avatar kuruk* and his futile battle against malevolent spirits. even their cats recognize that this is a prized possession, and never attempt to scratch or bite it. (*while ty lee is more of a kyoshi and yangchen girlie herself, kuruk is mai’s favorite avatar because he helps prove her theory that “sexy people suffer the most.”)

azula doesn’t like keeping anything other than necessities. opulence isn’t necessary if you truly have nothing to prove, and sentimental keepsakes are a display of weakness. eventually, she starts decorating her space with more of her own art (mostly ceramics, and some watercolors), as well as some sculptures by toph, and a portrait of her and zuko as children that she finds in the attic of the ember island house. she takes the advice aang gives that zuko refuses to follow and opens the curtains wide. rather than feeling as if she is being watched, she enjoys being able to look out at the world. and besides, if she feels exposed, it doesn’t matter; she has nothing to prove.

#the gaang and #postwargaang #beangods #asks

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certified-dumbass02 · 3 years

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Gold Rush (pt.2)

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You hear your name shouted eagerly in that raspy voice you adore, and it’s everything you love to hear but can’t afford to hear.

She bounds over to you, blonde locks glinting under the neon lights of the bar. Her smile is wide, pretty and rounds out the edges of your whole world; the hold this woman doesn’t realize she has over you is exactly the reason you never wanted to love her, but somehow you still can’t bring yourself to regret it.

She slides up next to you, leaning on her arms on the table.

“Hey there, Y/N,” she winks, and you feel your stomach flutter in spite of yourself.

You tip an imaginary hat at her with faux politeness. “Comrade.”

She sticks her bottom lip out in a pout, and you errantly admire the full pinkness of it before you startle yourself back into reality. “-you been? Haven’t heard from you today.”

You blink, and Karly, no Kate’s drink comes into focus. It’s the first time you’ve thought about her since Yelena walked inside, and you’d feel bad but you know it’s not a choice; you’re helpless and there’s not much you can do to get over her when she’s right in front of you.

You grimace, and rub your neck sheepishly. “Yeah, I’m sorry about that. I’m uh, actually on a date right now. She’s in the bathroom.”

Yelena’s mouth drops open and her body tenses. “What do you mean you’re on a date right now? You didn’t tell me you were going on a date, how long have you been seeing this girl, who is she?”

Your startled by the rapidness of her demanding questions, but stammer out the answers. You’ve never seen this fierce seriousness in her, because she’s usually so nonchalant and easy going.

“Kate Gosser? What? Absolutely not, no, she sleeps with everyone!” Yelena splutters, face getting red. “You can’t date her!”

You raise your brows in disbelief, because even if you’re in love with her you can’t let her tell you what to do and get away with it. You’re not even committed to defending Kate, it’s more that you have an innate aversion to letting Yelena go unchallenged.

“Oh well that’s rich coming from you, Black Widow,” the nickname drips with sarcastic venom from your throat, every resentful and jealous thought you’ve had about the guests to Yelena’s bed behind it. “Have you slept with her, is that how you know?”

“Don’t be ridiculous, I’d never sleep with her. I have taste,” she shoots back immediately.

You open your mouth to retaliate but are interrupted by Kate approaching cautiously. You’re not sure if she heard your conversation with Yelena, but she can clearly see the tension radiating off the two of you.

“Hey Y/N,” Kate says tentatively, glancing at Yelena, whose jaw is locked in a scowl. “Is everything alright here?”

You start to respond but Yelena answers for you, cold and clipped. “Everything’s fine.”

You kick her lightly under the table but force a sickly sweet smile at Kate. “Yes, everything’s okay. Kate, this is my friend, Yelena. She just walked in a minute ago.”

Your date seems to accept your answer, and smiles at both you and your angry Russian, who merely quirks an elegant, unimpressed brow. “Cool, I feel less bad now because I think I’m going to have to head out. I really enjoyed tonight, but I have work really early in the morning so I better go.”

You nod at her. “Oh that’s too bad, but I totally understand.”

Kate grins. “Well I’ll see you later, call or text me anytime.”

She goes to hug you, but Yelena stands solidly in between you, unmoving. You kick her again and she finally budges, if only an inch. Kate squeezes in the space and kisses you on the cheek. You feel the molten green glare like smoldering coals from a fire.

Your date pulls away, and Yelena petulantly takes a long drag from your drink as she waves goodbye to her.

Kate walks out, oblivious, and you both turn fiery eyes at each other.

“What the hell is your problem, Yelena?”

She looks mockingly surprised. “My problem? I don’t have a problem. You have a problem choosing suitable women, is my only problem!”

You scoff at her. “Once again I believe you’re projecting your own behavior onto other people.”

“So you’re saying I have a problem picking bad dates.”

“Yes.”

“While you’re out dating Kate Gosser.”

“It was one date, I don’t know why you’re so pissed about it!”

It’s then she goes quiet. Her brows go up and she bites her lip as she toys with her fingers on the table. Something has changed, but you have no idea what; the fire in her goes out as she takes in a deep breath. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe I did pick the worst person to fall in love with. You’re my problem, Y/N.”

Your eyes widen as she shakes her head, scoots back her chair and leaves the bar, alarm bells going off in your head as you sit paralyzed. It takes you a second to process what she said, what you think she said, but when you do you’re shooting out of you own chair and chasing after her.

It takes you a few minutes to catch up with her, but finally you see her ahead of you, walking swiftly but stiffly, like if she stops moving she’ll break down.

“Yelena!” You shout, and when she turns to look at you, you know you have no choice but to tell her you love her, just like you have no choice but to love her to begin with. “It is the natural condition of mankind to want you!”

She furrows her brow in confusion as you slide up to her, panting and yelling.

“Everyone, absolutely everyone wants you. I hate that. It’s like a requirement to live in this town. ‘Do you like Yelena Belova? Yes? Welcome in!’ I hate that. You’re like the human version of a gold rush and I hate that too!”

She looks at you in absolute bewilderment. “I’m not sure if those were compliments or insults-“

“The one thing that I can’t hate is you-“

“-thank you?”

“I can’t hate you even though I very much want to sometimes because what I really hate is being a cliche. I don’t like to do what everyone else does and here I am doing it anyway because you’re you and how could I not?”

“I still don’t understand what you’re saying,” she pleads, and it comes rushing out of you because you’d do anything to make that hurt look in her eyes go away. “You’re my problem! I’m in love with you!”

It’s like she’s been hit with a truck. “Wh-what?”

“I love you! Te amo! Je t’aime! However the hell you say it in Russian, that’s what I do to you!”

She blurts something out breathlessly, and your eyes widen as you register what it is.

“Wait, that’s-“

She says it again, nodding, and you suddenly feel like you’ve been hit over the head with a brick or a grand piano.

“That night, you were telling me that night that you love me?”

Yelena steps closer to you slowly, as if you might disappear if she goes too fast. She’s gazing at you in awe, like she’s struck, and you know a similar expression must be mirrored on your own face. “I was,” she smiles so gently at you. “It was the night the Black Widow retired.”

“So you haven’t been with anyone since then?”

The blonde shakes her head simply.

“But that was months ago. You’ve loved me that long?” You ask in disbelief, reaching out with your hand to grab hers. It fits warm and snug against your own.

“Much longer,” she admits sheepishly, rubbing her thumb over your knuckles. “And you? How long have you loved me?”

You grin and squeeze her hand. “When you compared yourself to an onion, like Shrek. That’s when I realized I was in love with an idiot.”

She looks at you in absolute wonder; it’s like the whole of the galaxy is in her eyes as you move even closer together.

Your hands move up to cup her face and her pretty blonde eyelashes flutter shut as you lean in to finally kiss her.

It feels like coming home.

She sighs in content as you part, nuzzling her nose against yours when you lay your foreheads together.

“You’re not going to call Kate Gosser back, are you?”

You kiss her again, grinning against her lips.

“Absolutely not. I’ve struck gold.”

#yelena x reader #yelena belova x reader #yelena x you #yelena belova #black widow #I am once again blaming Taylor Swift #this is the product of feral writing in the wee hours of the morning

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jinnie-forthe-winnie · 3 years

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Princess

Part 1 (months 1-6)

Jin x oc

Pregnancy au

Word count: 4.5k

I didn’t know what gif to use so here’s jin and his giant baby🥰

Jin and Hana had met during the year 2013, just before Bangtan had debuted. She had been with him through thick and thin, the highs and lows and everything in between. With Jin constantly going on tour and his military service coming closer the couple had decided to wait until after at least one was out of the picture before settling down and starting a family. Well that is until someone else came into the picture.

Month 1

For the third day in a row Hana had woken up her husband Jin as she ran to the bathroom. Without much thought Jin throws the covers off of himself and rushes to follow her. Navigating the way proved to be difficult with his blurry vision and groggy state of mind, the light in the bathroom is the only clue as to where to go.

As he enters the bathroom he is met with a view of his wife kneeling on the ground, head over the bowl letting everything out. The sight is enough to unsettle his own stomach.

Ignoring the queasiness he grabs her hair from her face and pulls it back behind her head, tucking the strands behind her ear. He grabs the elastic from his own wrist and ties it lightly around her hair.

A quiet thank you is heard in between the gagging. He sits down beside her and the toilet and lets his arm rest on her back, rubbing slow circles to comfort her in any way he can.

After a few minutes the worst of it seems to have dissipated, and she can now comfortably lift her head away. He reaches up to the handle and he once again flushes the remnants away.

“I’m sorry Jin, I didn’t mean to wake you up” she says bowing to him lightly then going down to rest her head on the seat.

“Honey, you know it doesn’t bother me!” He says holding the side of her face giving it a light squeeze. “I would do anything for the love of my life, you know that love, right?” He says smiling to her, his head mimicking the angle her head is on.

She lightly giggles and gives him a matching smile back. “I love you” she says reaching her hand out, his hand comes and grabs her giving it a tight squeeze.

“I love yo- oh no! Over the bowl honey!” He yells out as he sees her rushing to get her face over the toilet. He laughs and rubs her back while grabbing some tissues from the cupboard. He wipes her spillage up and continues comforting her as she lets more and more out, seemingly never ending.

“Don’t worry Love, Shrek always said Better out than in!” Jin says, making her laugh while she regains her composure.

Once she is finally done she hits his leg as she gets his help to stand up. “You are so annoying, you can even let me throw up in peace.” She says grabbing a plastic cup and filling it with water from the tap. After gurgling multiple times she and Jin go back to bed together.

A couple minutes go by while the couple lay facing each other in bed, their feet the only part touching. Jin speaks up asking her something that’s been on his mind, “Hana, I think you should take a test.”

She gets nervous from his statement, she knows exactly what he is saying but she just doesn’t want their very unplanned plan to be messed with. “No! no more math tests, I finished those years ago!” She yells out to him making him let out a chuckle, but she feels his stare on her face making her nod back. “Yeah, Yeah I should,” she says quietly.

“You know I love you, no matter what.” He says putting his arm around her hip pulling her an inch closer to himself.

“Yes, and you know I love you, as long as you behave right?” She says.

“Yes mom” he says, turning away from her in the bed. She laughs and starts spooning him.

Later that day Jin and Hana are sitting together on their bathroom floor holding each other’s hand tightly. The three tests they bought that morning sat on the counter, waiting for the timer to reach 3 minutes.

Hana’s eyes are trained to the floor in front of her, her mind off in another universe trying to forget the reality of the moment. Jin however keeps his eyes on his wife and every few seconds it shifts to the timer set. Each second goes by slower and slower, after what seems like ten hours the timer hits 3 minutes. Jin squeezes her hand bringing her back to their world.

“I love you no matter what, Okay Hana” he says softly trying to ease her stress.

“I love you too” she says before taking a deep breath. “I’m ready if you are” she says while standing up avoiding looking at the counter.

“Ready as I’ll ever be” he says as he slowly gets himself up from the ground. Jin leans down and gives her a kiss before grabbing her hand and pulling her to the counter.

The three tests all lay in a line, their eyes scan over all three. Each one with a positive result.

“Oh my goodness Jin!” She yells out before hiding her face into his chest, his expression turns into a happy one as he holds his wife. His arms rub her back as he feels the tears soaking his shirt. He tucks his face into her neck and gives it a kiss.

“We did it baby” he says smiling while placing more and more pecks all around her neck. “We’re having a baby” he cries out, his own tears now running down her neck.

“We gonna be parents” she says as she pulls her head out of his chest trying to meet his eyes as he lifts his head back up.

“I can’t wait for our princess to be here,” Jin says, putting his hands on her flat belly. He kneels down and kisses it, he says a quick hello to the baby before he rises and gives her a kiss.

“Mmmh I think you’re right about a baby girl” she says before returning his kiss.

2 Months

After a month of keeping the news a secret they finally decided to share it with their families. Both sets of parents were over the moon for a grandchild, especially since it was both of their youngest having kids first.

Jin’s brother cried when he heard the news, causing Jin to make fun of him and his soft heart. Though Jin's sister in law and Hana’s sister both started jumping for joy when they found out. Each of them grabbed her belly and asked to help plan the baby shower.

Now with their immediate family knowing the news they finally decided to let his Bangtan family know. Their plan was to slowly give out clues during dinner until someone figured it out.

They were all sitting in the dorm's dining room just about to start to eat, their final additions to the table was all that was left.

“I need some wine, does anyone else want any?” Jungkook asks, making his way towards the kitchen.

Jin cuts him off before he can make it there, “no alcohol Jungkook, Hana can’t have any so don’t tease her” he says putting his arm around her while looking at him from across the room.

“Since when? Didn’t she go out with us not four months ago?” Jimin asks, pouting his lip in confusion.

“Oh this started recently, it’s just for a couple months that I have to stay alcohol free, probably better for everyone” she says shrugging.

The older three eye the couple suspiciously while the younger boys start digging into their food. Jin and Hana give each other a look and let out a quiet laugh before beginning to eat.

Once everyone starts eating they start having conversations amongst themselves, their suspicions lessened as time moved on. Only Yoongi was keeping a strong eye on Hana.

He began to notice how much larger her appetite had been from the last time he saw her, not even a week ago. She was shovelling food into her mouth as pleasantly as she could manage.

Jin catches Yoongi’s eyes as he puts more food on her plate, he whispers something into her ear. From what he could read on his lips he said something along the lines of, eat up, princess needs lots to eat.

“You’re pregnant?!” Yoongi blurts out, catching everyone at the table's attention. The couple stare at him for a moment blankly, before Hana breaks into a laugh and Jin pouts.

“Pay up Jinnie, I told you he’d figure it out first” she says putting her hand out. Jin stands up and goes to his jacket and grabs his wallet. He places a ten thousand won bill into her hand. “Can’t believe you thought Jungkook would figure it out first”

“I had faith in him, I thought he’d know when his playmate was coming!” Jin says, letting out a laugh.

“Wait so you are?” Hoseok’s voice says breaking the couple's banter.

“Yep, we got a bun in the oven” Jin says smiling brightly to his brothers. All the boys excluding Jungkook got up happily and ran to give them hugs and congratulations.

After everyone got their hugs, the couple noticed Jungkook sitting in his seat with a small pout on his face.

“Jungkook, what’s wrong honey?” Hana says walking over to his chair, as she waits for his response she brushes his fingers through his hair.

“I thought I was your baby! I already share you with Jin, now I have to share you with a baby” he says crossing his arms, his face trying to contain the smile he is dying to let out.

“Oh Jungkook,” she says as she leans her head down to his ear and whispers something to him.

“Deal!” He says and then stands up and hugs her. He then rushes over to Jin and squishes him into a hug lifting him up from the ground.

Hana laughs and goes back to her seat and starts to eat again. With the baby she had begun eating double what she used to, normally this early on pregnant ladies couldn’t eat much but she on the other hand could eat a whole horse given the chance.

“Well congrats Jin, I’m very happy that you get to have this opportunity with Hana!” Namjoon says, smiling and holding onto Jin’s shoulder. “If you’d like, I can talk to management with you.” He offers being the leader he is.

“Thanks, we can talk to him together soon.” Jin says, patting his arm. “And thanks for all your guys congratulations, I can’t wait to be a dad and for all of you to be an uncle!” He says to the whole group.

3 Months

Now that Hana had reached the third month of the pregnancy, she had started her second trimester. Now there would be more appointments coming up for the couple to attend. With Jin’s busy schedule he can’t make it to all of them but luckily he could for the most exciting to date.

They could finally listen to the baby's heart beat!

Hana had just reached the start of the second trimester of her pregnancy. Her eating was the same as the first trimester although she could no longer stomach garlic (which made eating at home easier as Jin was already allergic to it).

Jin had become over the moon when he was finally able to come to an appointment with her. He had been so caught up with practicing since the tour was so close, that he didn’t have enough time. But now on a Sunday evening they got the time and went into the clinic to finally see the baby.

Hana had been offered many times during her ultrasounds to see the baby but every time she refused since she wanted Jin to see their baby for the first time at the same time.

Inside the clinic the couple were in one of the rooms along with the sonographer. Hana was laying on the hospital sized bed with her shirt pulled over her still flat belly. The sonographer had the jelly already smoothed out on her stomach; the cold feeling had worn off after the second time.

Jin was eagerly waiting on the bedside with his hand holding hers tightly. His eyes stay locked onto his wife’s figure, never leaving her body, not even when the sonographer talks to them about her habits and feelings.

“I have a feeling you don’t really want to talk to me today” the sonographer says, letting out a laugh as she looks at Jin, only now catching his attention. “Would you like to see your baby?” She asks.

Jin's eyes light up as he looks quickly down to his wife seeing the same light in her eyes. “Yes please!” He says to her while still looking at Hana, he gives her a squeeze on the hand and lifts it up and places a kiss on her knuckles.

The sonographer smiles fondly at the couple as she starts setting the screen up for them to see the baby. She breaks the moment as she places the device back onto her stomach moving it to the right spot, before turning the screen fully for them to see.

“Jin and Hana meet baby Kim” she says as she holds it in place.

“That’s our princess right there Honey!” Jin let’s out, most of it coming out as a soft cry. His eyes have tears threatening to come out.

“There she is,” he whispers as he lowers himself to the bed, his elbows leaning against the bed. He scoops their intertwined hands up with his other one, the ball of hands serve as a hiding place for his face. He lets his tears out into his hands, occasionally kissing any part of her hand he can find.

Hana admires the picture for longer, the blob in a baby shape brings a smile to her face. Tears slowly leave her eyes in happiness, not only from the baby but seeing his reaction.

She knew he had wanted a baby for so long, months into their relationship he had mentioned how much he wanted kids. Unfortunately with his work he didn’t have the time, or the privacy to live out the dream the way he wanted. But he wouldn’t change this experience for the world, he was so happy with everything they had right now.

4 Months

“Jin!” Hana's voice yells out from the kitchen. Since it’s still early in the pregnancy he knows it shouldn’t be something major, as long as it isn’t one of her mood swings that always seem to come when she’s hungry.

“I’m coming Hana!” He yells back as he starts going down the stairs to her voice.

“Well hurry up!” She shouts out sounding a little too grouchy for his liking. His slow walk turns into a jog not wanting to be on her bad side.

“I’m here love, I’m here” he says slightly out of breath as he enters the kitchen. “What is the matter?” He asks, eyeing her figure that is staring into the fridge.

“Where are the pickles?” She whines out turning around to give him a view at her upset face.

Jin walks forward to the fridge to grab the giant jar he bought two days ago for her, “there is a giant jar in there Hana!” He says while searching around the fridge for it. “Where are they?” He whispers out.

“I ate the jar already, now they're all gone.” She says frowning to him, tears spilling from her eyes.

Jin leaps up and brings her into a hug. “Honey it’s okay we can get more pickles!” He whispers into her ear like a sweet nothing, “it’s okay”

“Can we go shopping right now?” She asks while crying into his shoulder.

“Yes we can baby!” He says happily trying to cheer her up.

After a much longer than anticipated shopping trip, Hana has her pickles (enough to last a month at the rate she is going) along with a large tub of ice cream and many many different types of chocolate snacks.

Obviously shopping with a hungry pregnant lady is not the best thing to partake in. But as long as she was content and healthy Jin couldn’t help but be happy.

Jin carries the bags of pickles and chocolate from the trunk of the car into the house. Hana opted to only bring in the ice cream and one singular jar of pickles.

Jin sees Hana already opening the ice cream container as he walks into the kitchen. He laughs seeing the jar of pickles open with a few pickles cut up.

With the pregnancy she seemed to gain some super human abilities of being able to make food at lightning speed. She also was now able to pickle jars with no issues.

She also gained some odd cravings during the pregnancy. The most recent one was pickles and ice cream, but mainly pickles and Strawberry ice cream with chocolate sauce drenched on top.

“Having your usual lunch?” He asks continuing to stuff the pickles into the already filled fridge.

“Mmhmmm” she hums to him, her bowl nearly overflowing with all her ice cream. “Want to try some?” She asks him while reaching around him to get to her chocolate sauce that is in the fridge.

“Are you willing to sacrifice me ice cream and pickles?” He asks skeptically.

“As long as you make sure the fridge is always stocked up then you can have it all the time” she says grabbing another bowl out of the cupboard.

Jin sighs he wasn’t actually planning on trying any since she had never let him even have one singular pickle in the past week. He watches as she prepares him a big helping of ice cream (tiny compared to hers) and places a full pickle worth of slices into the bowl.

She grabs the bowls and brings them to the dining table, Jin follows behind shortly after with the chocolate sauce in hand.

“Eat up hun” she says smiling at him.

“Thanks honey” he says while grabbing his spoon and hesitantly scooping up some of the ice cream, a pickle on top in its glory. His stomach grumbles at the sight, but unlike Hana it is not because he can’t wait to devour it.

“Wait Jinnie! You forgot chocolate sauce” she yells while tipping the sauce over top of his spoon. It lathers the spoonful and covers what was seen before, almost making it easier to get, almost. He waits as she covers the rest of the bowl in the sauce before he even attempts eating it.

He brings the spoon to just outside his mouth, he pauses watching her chomp down on her giant spoonful. Her cheeks flush seeing him watching her as intently as he is.

“Don’t look at me like that, eat it” she says while covering her nearly full mouth.

“I didn’t actually want any,” he says, his ears turning red.

“I know!” She laughs out, “but I thought you might as well have some now, cause if you don’t eat it all I will have it” she smiles at him.

“Have it” he quickly says, pushing his bowl over to her.

“You have to eat the spoonful though” she says seriously.

“Woah calm down, I’ll have it mom” he says raising one arm up over his head and the other up to his mouth.

“Okay let’s see it baby!” She says enthusiastically, making him roll his eyes. “Hey, no attitude! Eat your food now!” She says semi sternly.

He sighs and slowly brings it up to his mouth, he closes his eyes and opens his mouth. His hand waits for a second before her hand starts pushing it faster to his mouth, only a second later the spoonful is fully in his mouth.

One second is all it took to taste the awful mixture.

He gets up and runs off down the hall, Hana can hear his gagging but stays planted in her seat.

“That’s what you get for trying to tease me for my cravings” she mumbles, “more for me” she shrugs and starts eating again.

5 Months

Early Saturday morning Hana was wide awake getting changed into some nice clothes to attend their family gathering later that night. As she was about to button up her blouse she caught sight of herself in the mirror.

Her eyes widened seeing her body, she slid the blouse of her arms and set it down on the bed. She went closer to the mirror to get a better look at her now visible baby bump.

She looks into it sideways to see the curve that her stomach takes. It was hardly noticeable but when looking for the bump it was clear as day.

Their little (possible) princess was now big enough for her to be found, this thought made Hana so happy and emotional. She smiles with teary eyes at her reflection.

Unknown to Hana, Jin is awake and gazing with so much love at her and the baby. He quietly gets out of bed and walks up to her.

As he reaches behind her she can see him in the mirror, she turns her head to him but stays standing the way she was before.

Jin pecks her lightly on the lips and then back hugs her, his head sits on top of her head. His hands cup the very small bump, both of them smile seeing how small “she” still is.

“Jin?” She asks, looking him in his eyes through the mirror. He hums back not wanting to divert his attention from the bump. “This feels like a picture moment,” she says.

He doesn’t respond but when he leaves the room it tells her yes, he is going to get the camera he got years ago that he has been using to document their life together.

After a few minutes he comes back with the camera and a Polaroid camera. She smiles at him knowing he wants the picture for his wallet, currently he has a photo of them on their wedding day, some dates and the ultrasound picture inside.

No words are spoken as the two set up the cameras, neither of them thought through the idea of how to make it look good with the cameras inside the picture.

After many failed attempts filled with bad angles, awkward faces, wrong timing, and horrible camera placement they finally get a few that they can live with.

Jin’s Polaroid caught his favourite picture, Hana didn’t know he was taking the picture so it is just of her cooing at her bump in the mirror.

6 Months

Hana quietly opens the door to the rehearsal room where the boys of bts are practicing for a performance. Jin refused to leave her alone at home after she had been complaining of a headache that morning.

So he brought her into work and took her to the lounge and let her lay down and told her to come see him when she felt better or if she needed anything.

Hana finds a spot along the mirror to sit down and lean against it. Once finding a comfortable way to sit with her now (much bigger) visible bump she watches the boys start practicing ON.

She smiles seeing Jin dancing and lip synching his parts. Half the smile is from seeing him doing what he has grown to love and the other half is the proud feeling of seeing him grow into a great man, and soon to be dad.

While watching them she feels a soft tap on her stomach. Her head whips down to look at her belly, her hands that were already sitting there are now shaking. After a few seconds she feels another little tap close to the same spot. Her shocked expression morphs into a happy face.

She slowly gets up off the ground so she can get Jin. Normally she would never interrupt their training but right now she was too happy to let anything stop her.

“Jin!” She yells out her voice filled with joy. All the boys stop and look over in confusion, but Jin rushes over to her once seeing her very happy expression.

“What is it love?” He asks laying his hand over her hand that rests on her belly. She says nothing as she moves his hand onto the spot where the baby had been kicking.

She looks into his eyes as she feels another one, his face lights up with happiness. His eyes grow wide and look teary knowing the baby is healthy and moving around.

He looks up and pulls her into a tight hug, but not too tight not wanting to crush both of them. He leaves a bunch of kisses over top of her forehead and hair, his excitement very obvious for everyone in the room to see.

All the boys are watching from afar at the couple with a heartwarming feeling seeing their oldest member living out one of all of their life dreams.

Jin let’s go of her slightly and moves one hand from her back to on top of her bump. He chuckles when another kick happens as soon as he touches it.

“She loves me more!” He says sticking his tongue out at her teasingly.

“She spends more time with me so who does she really love more?” She says sticking her tongue out at him mockingly.

“I don’t force her to hang out with me unlike you” he says accusingly.

“I do not!” She says exaggerating her pout. He laughs and pulls her back into a hug. They stay holding each other for a moment until she becomes an emotional wreck for a moment when thinking about the timing.

Jin stands confused while hugging her, his wet spot on his shirt keeps growing making him worried. “Hana what’s wrong?” He asks softly not wanting to set her emotions off again.

She turns her head to the side and puts her head over his heart listening to the beating to calm herself down.

“Princess must have heard the music and wanted to dance like her daddy” Hana says to him in a sad voice making him laugh at her for getting emotional over that. “Don’t make fun of me” she whines which succeeds at making him laugh even harder. This causes him to get a smack on the chest which only hardens his laugh.

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tonguetiedraven · 2 years

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Spellbound and Hellbound

Shrek Au

Summary: Ryuuji had planned it out since he'd gotten stuck in this stupid tower with Karura. His handsome knight (always a boy in his plans) was going to rescue him and whisk him off on their noble steed to live happily ever after. They'd ride off into the sunset and share true love's first kiss.

Instead he was thrown out the window with a laughing, mask wearing knight who had a pet cat.

Then again, the course of True Love never did run smooth.

Part: One, Two (you're here), Three

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“No-no!” Ryuuji stuttered, stepping back and gaping at Rin. “You’re a—but you can’t be.” His true love was supposed to be human. He was supposed to be human. This… this couldn’t happen!

The enormous smile that had been on Rin’s soot covered face faded away as Ryuuji spoke. The blue in his eyes seemed to dull, and his tail (how had Ryuuji not noticed the tail?) Fell to the ground.

Kuro hissed and turned around on Rin’s shoulder so his butt was facing Ryuuji.

“Yeah,” Rin sighed, sounding exhausted. “I’m a demon. Come on. We gotta get further before it gets dark. You can walk, right?”

“Where are you going?” He demanded. He could still hear Karura’s shrieks, and it was making his heart hurt, and there was a demon standing in front of him that had just saved him, and nothing was happening like it was supposed to. He was supposed to be woken up with a kiss, confessed to, and whisked away to his happily ever after. Nothing was right!

“Away? Where you’re going too. Come on.” Rin made a move motion and pointed towards the mountainous area that lined the lava pit. “We got a lot of walk to do.”

“What are you talking about? I don’t understand. This… this isn’t what it’s supposed to be like at all!”

Everything was wrong! He was supposed to be rescued and freed before they got out of the tower. He was supposed to be fully human right now, hand in hand with his true love. Instead he was standing under a few trees with a demon and a cat, unkissed, and still something… wrong.

“Well sorry, princess, but this is the way it’s going. Come on, we gotta get going before… Kare—Kur—fire bird gets over here.”

Ryuuji crossed his arms over his chest and glared at the tree to the right. An old pine tree. “No. You didn’t do it right, dumbass. And I’m not a princess!”

“Then stop acting like a whiny one.” Rin stomped his foot petulantly. “It’s not my fault I’m a demon. So stop being an ass about it.”

“I’m not being an ass! You’re just—you’re supposed to stop Karura and you were supposed to wake me up with a kiss, and we were supposed to—”

“A kiss?” Rin’s face went extremely pink and a flare of fire burned over his entire body. They were bright blue flames, and had the result of making his face look a bit purple.

Ryuuji yelped and stumbled back and onto a large rock. He landed on his ass, gaping as Kuro hissed and Rin stared at him with huge eyes.

“No one said anything about a kiss!”

“You’re on fire!” What the hell did a kiss matter right now?! (And why did Rin sound so upset about it? He wasn’t that ugly right now. A bit disheveled, perhaps, and his clothes weren’t exactly new, but — what was he thinking?! Rin was on fire!)

“Huh?” Rin blinked and looked down at himself. He made a surprised noise, and just as quickly as they had come, the flames were gone.

Some kind of a fire demon? Just his luck.

“Sorry about that.” Rin looked back up at him a bit sheepishly. “What were you talking about?”

Ryuuji stared at him for a long moment. He seemed entirely fine. Not even mildly hurt. “Who are you? I don’t… did no one tell you? Knights… you’re supposed to rescue me and wake me up by true love’s kiss. We’re supposed to have a happily ever after. That’s the entire reason I was locked up.”

Well, the curse curing kiss was the reason he was locked up. Desperate times and all that bullshit. He couldn’t go out and about without that part. He had to break this damned curse, and there wasn’t a hell of a lot of time to do it. This knight, demon or not, was the one that had rescued him, and therefore, by all the fairytales Ryuuji had ever read, he was the one that was going to break the curse.

“Oh,” Rin’s eyes widened more. They really were a stunning sort of blue. “Is that it? Then no problem! I’m just, uh, rescuing you for another guy. He’s the one that wants to marry you.”

Rin said it like it was silly. Indignation mixed with the shame in Ryuuji’s gut.

(Marry?)

“Oh. Who is it then?” And why weren’t they here?

Rin’s eyes darted to Kuro who made a weird sort of hissing noise that was almost a laugh. Rin snickered as well before masking it. “Someone with a big personality.” Rin grinned all toothily. It was a nice smile, sharp teeth and all. Rin looked… comfortable. He looked content even standing under these trees covered in soot and sweat. He wasn’t hiding his horns, ears, or fangs. Even his tail was swaying happily.

“Yeah?”

Rin laughed, and Ryuuji realized he’d been making some kind of joke. The indignation pushed the shame aside, and a hot anger joined it. How dare Rin make fun of his future husband (shit, was it a guy?) Someone had wanted him. Someone had found out about him and hired(?) Rin to save him. Someone wanted him to be returned to them, and someone was going to marry him. He’d been chosen, and he wasn’t the only prince/princess locked up. They were practically a dime a dozen.

How dare Rin pick on that person. Whoever they were, they were Ryuuji’s.

“Shut up!” He snapped, rising to his feet and propping his hands on his hips. “I’ll bet they’re twice the man you are!” And not a demon.

Rin positively cackled. “He—” (yes!) “—absolutely is!” Kuro made his hissing laugh, and very nearly fell off Rin’s shoulder.

Ryuuji didn’t get it at all. He hadn’t talked to another human in ages and he was rusty on jokes and small talk of any sort. So he reverted to what he always did. He crossed his arms over his chest and stormed off towards the tower.

“Fuck you! Tell my future husband he can just come get me himse—agh!”

Rin grabbed him around the waist and hefted him up like he didn’t weigh any more than Kuro. “Nope, not gonna happen.” Rin twisted on his heel, still holding Ryuuji up in the air even while he flailed. “You’re coming with me. This ain’t a negative.”

What?

“Let me go!” Ryuuji pounded at Rin’s arms to absolutely no avail. Three more steps saw him tossed over Rin’s shoulder like a bag of grain. Rin hooked his arm behind Ryuuji’s knees and grabbed Ryuuji’s left arm with his right one, and continued right on his merry way. His tail was weaving good naturedly through the air, just out of Ryuuji’s reach.

“Might as well get comfortable, princess.”

Ryuuji pounded at Rin’s back and bellowed pointlessly.

— — — — —

“So,” Kuro said, because apparently he could talk and just took a bit to warm up to people, “you just read?”

“Not just read,” Ryuuji answered as they strolled along the forest. This wasn’t exactly comfortable, Rin bounced too much with every step to be comfortable, but it wasn’t terrible. He’d more or less gotten used to hanging off Rin’s shoulder.

“Then what?” Rin asked, joining the conversation with a curious tilt of his head. Ryuuji pointedly didn’t look at him. He hadn’t forgiven him for his earlier words or the manhandling yet.

“I ran, learned to fight, learned new languages, drew…” He had a small mushroom garden, but he wasn’t going to talk about that. “And yeah, I read.”

“That’s a lot of time to spend reading.”

“Well it ain’t like I had a lot else to do!” He could only spend so many hours a day meditating.

“What did ya eat?” Rin asked.

“Mushrooms.” Lots and lots of mushrooms. All the damn time. Every type of mushroom.

“Yeah?! Like soup?”

Ryuuji turned his head over and stared at Rin. There had been so much enthusiasm in that question. “Yeah? Sometimes.”

“What kind of mushrooms? What seasonings? Anything else in it?”

Ryuuji opened his mouth only to close it again. Rin’s cheeks turned a bit pink under his gaze.

“What?” Rin muttered, “I like cooking.”

“Yeah?” A demon that liked cooking? “That why you do the fire thing?”

Rin’s eyes went hilariously large. He stopped walking, and his mouth popped open. Ryuuji felt himself slip a little and scrambled to get a hold on Rin before he fell. Rin’s arm wrapped back around him.

“Oops!” he laughed, “Sorry about that.” He offered Ryuuji a quick smile before turning on his heel to face Kuro. “We gotta try that! I bet I could do fish! I could cook ‘em as we walk back to the monast— home. Think of how quick I could do that!”

Kuro’s paws danced against the grass in excitement. “Yes!”

Their excitement was infectious, even if Ryuuji still wanted to be grumpy. He didn’t want to be dragged somewhere, and he was still upset about his ruined dreams. He’d been planning his rescue for years, and it didn’t feel so much like he’d been rescued as kidnapped.

(What was Karura going to eat without him?)

Despite all that, he still felt his own lips quirking up in a small smile.

“Yeah, well you can try it after you drop me off.”

“I’m not gonna be able to wait that long!” Rin bounced a little in place, jostling Ryuuji and making his stomach turn over.

“Stop that!”

Rin laughed, and then apologized a bit sheepishly. “Here, you can walk now. Just promise you won’t try and run away?”

Ryuuji nodded fervently. As hot (ha) as it was that Rin could carry him this easily, he preferred walking.

He got on his own feet and straightened his robes carefully before freezing. “Wait, how long is it going to be?”

“Took me a solid week to get here, princess. Should only take a week to get back. Don’t worry, I can carry you while you sleep.”

Ryuuji’s eyes shot to the sinking sun frantically. “A week?! It’ll take that long?”

Rin shrugged and frowned. I mean, yeah? Your tower was really far out there, man.”

“No!” Shit, shit, shit! He couldn’t stay out over night. Now without— they couldn’t know! No one could know. He had to be free and he had to get that damn kiss so he could be what he was supposed to be. (Not that monster.) He had to take love’s true form!

Rin shared a nervous look with Kuro. “Uh, sorry?”

“We gotta make camp then.” He needed to hide. How long till the sun went down? An hour? Less? Shit!

“It’s no problem, really. I can—”

“No! Camp!” Ryuuji stomped off, scanning the area frantically. He needed something he could hide in. Anything would work. He already felt prickly all over, and he wasn’t sure if it was the damned magic or his own nerves.

“Hey!” Rin darted after him and grabbed his arm. He was forced around to face Rin. “You’re not going anywhere by yourself!” The words were growled, and Rin’s fangs suddenly seemed bigger. Deadly. The horns on his head seemed bigger as well, though it just might have been how close Ryuuji was.

His eyes were still shockingly blue. Entirely enrapturing in their hue and the sheer emotion in them. They were breathtaking, even with the red glow of his pupils. (Somehow the red just made the blue pop all the more.)

“I’m not your prisoner!” He had barely been free. He had too much to do to just be switching jailors.

Rin’s brow furrowed. “Prisoner? What—you’re not leaving ‘cause it’s dangerous, and I gotta be the one to deliver you.”

Deliver him? “I’m not some package.” Why hadn’t his future husband come for him? It wasn’t supposed to be like this! He’d stomp his foot but it wouldn’t do any good and they were wasting what little time they had.

“Fine! Let’s find ya a cave, princess! Since you’re too precious to stick it out through the night.”

Ryuuji tore his arm free with a scowl. “Unhand me! I don’t know what you were told by— by-” shit. He didn’t even know his future husband’s name. “By my suitor—” that was so lame “—but I’m not—”

“Gedoin. Lord Gedoin.”

Ryuuji stopped mid rant. “Lord Gedoin?”

Rin nodded. “I don’t know his first name. Sorry.”

Gedoin. Ryuuji murmured it to himself, testing it out. It felt strangely heavy on his tongue. Gedoin, his future husband. Gedoin who chose him, but wouldn’t actually come for him.

Rin grabbed his arm and Ryuuji didn’t notice.

“He’s blond. Kinda short. Wears glasses. Hates demons.”

Blond? Ryuuji could work with that. His hand moved to pat his own streak of blond hair. He wasn’t sure it would still be around once his… problem was fixed. Wait, hates demons?

Kuro hissed something that made Rin huff out a breath that was almost a laugh, but not quite happy enough to be one. “Nah,” he said, “he doesn’t need to know that yet.”

“Know what?” Ryuuji brought his free arm around his chest. He didn’t like any of this. It wasn’t the way he was supposed to be, and an entire week on the road was not good. Rin was going to find out, especially if he hated camping.

Rin plastered on a fake smile. “Nothing, princess.”

Ryuuji ripped his arm free and stomped off again with Rin and Kuro following.

— — — — —

Ryuuji barely found the cave before the sun was set. He tore the bark off a tree without thinking about how weird it was that he was strong enough to do that, and promptly hid himself inside right as the white smoke began to cover his body.

Rushing as far back into the cave as he could, he dropped into a crouch, curled his arms around his knees, and pressed his face against his knees to muffle his cries as the transformation happened.

It hurt every time. His gums would bleed, his head would throb, his ears would ache, and his chest would burn as the miasma coated his lungs. He could breathe fine once he was transformed, but the transition was agony. All he could do was endure until he was changed.

Now he couldn’t even cry out. Karura wasn’t here to heal it better until he was whole.

It was over in a matter of minutes, but it felt like hours.

Exhaling slowly, he straightened up the slightest bit, just enough to stop his horns from pressing painfully in his knees, and stared down at his hands. His claws were in place now. He could feel them digging into his shoes as well. He managed to get his shoes off and free his feet before they could ruin his shoes. Apparently there was going to be a lot of walking.

With his feet free, he stretched his legs out and leaned back against the cold rock wall.

By night one way, by day another. This will be the norm, until given true love’s first kiss, then you will take love’s true form.

The pustules were already forming along his hands and arms. He could feel the tightness on his face as well. Bundles of miasma ready to pop and infect someone. He couldn’t just be a demon, he had to be one that spread disease and rot.

He didn’t have Karura to burn them away now. The cave would be covered in this shit by the morning. He’d have to get Rin and Kuro away before they could notice.

Rin and Kuro…

How had he been rescued by two demons?

And holy shit, he had been rescued. He… for the first time in a decade, he wasn’t locked in that tower. He was nearly free. He had walked through a forest. He had pressed his hand against an actual tree.

Ryuuji could go home. He could head back to his little temple in the forest, and… he could see his parents. He could see his family. After the wedding, there wouldn’t be this horrible rot to infect them. He wouldn’t have to worry about nearly killing his mother. He wouldn’t hurt anyone. He could go back and… would the garden still be there? Was his dad still speaking the morning chants? Would Konekomaru and Renzou remember him?

He hadn’t grabbed the goodbye letters they’d written him before he left. Hopefully Karura wouldn’t burn them.

Were there stars out? Would they look different than they did through his tiny window?

He suddenly needed to see. It didn’t seem real, not trapped in this tiny space. He couldn’t be free. There couldn’t be an escape within his reach.

The makeshift bark door was still in place, so he slipped up to it quietly and peered between the cracks up at the night sky. The stars were brilliantly bright out here. There wasn’t any smoke or ash to obscure them from his view. All the old constellations were still there. He could see the time keeper, the kitsune, the twins… all the stories his mother and father used to tell him about the stars came flooding back with the sight.

“It’s not like that!”

Ryuuji drew back in sudden surprise. He’d forgotten Rin and Kuro were out there. They’d made a little fire and were sitting in front of it, side by side. Rin was sitting hunched slightly forward, seeming agitated.

“Then what is it like?” Kuro asked. He’d grown a bit larger. Not as large as he’d been when he’d leapt over the lava, but larger than a normal cat.

Ryuuji peaked out again. What were they talking about? His demon rescuers…

“It’s just—everyone has always looked at me and seen the same thing. I ain’t like you. I can’t pretend I’m a cat, or a human. Everyone looks at me an it’s just: ‘ah! An ugly demon! Run away before he kills you!’ and that’s before they find out I’m… you know. I just… They all judge me before they even know me. I don’t get a chance with anybody. But… with them… With them I’ve always been Rin. I gotta get them back. I gotta do it. Whatever it takes. If that means putting up with a prince whose disgusted ‘cause I’m a demon, then I’ll do it. I’ll carry him the whole way if I gotta.”

Ryuuij sank back into the darkness of his cave.

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A/N: Find the story on ao3 over here

#bonrin #ao no exorcist #blue exorcist #ryuuji suguro #my tumblr fics #ryuji suguro #rin okumura #bon suguro #aoex #bon/rin #bon x rin #bonfire #shrek au

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a knight's honor + choi seungcheol

he hadn't expected rescuing you to be so simple, and you had been waiting for him in more ways than one.

part one | part two

wc.5868 | smut, flangst, royal au, princess!reader and knight!cheol, its like tangled meets shrek, i recognize that thats awful but i cant help it, this is (again) some soft dirty shit, title kinks, begging, overstim, kinda edging?, unprotected sex (its like ye olden times ok pregnancy was magic and stds were curses), pls have safe sex irl, cream pie, unrealistic representation of how virgins have sex but thats why its erotica, vague mention of sexual harrassment of minors (wanted to include this just in case), cursing (this should be a given at this point)

this was originally meant to be a goofy drabble based off of this post from @hansols-yoda-boxers and then i predictably got extremely carried away and wrote something way too angsty, only carried a couple of comedic elements, and then doused it all in porn with too much plot. thanks for the inspo, mercy!

seungcheol swiftly rode through the oversized halls of the castle, leading the dragon further from the living quarters. further from the tower. further from you. he knew you had waited for someone like him to arrive, and he felt awful for making you wait even longer, but dragons were far too long living to be slain. they were meant to be outsmarted.

his trusty steed galloped, only slowing to turn sharp corners, causing the dragon to crash into the walls as it tried to follow. the halls got narrower, and seungcheol said a word of encouragement to his horse as it neared a closed wooden door.

the door burst open with an explosion of splinter and hooves into a nearly empty dining hall, and the dragon crashed into the doorway and clawed desperately at the floor as it tried to fit its too large body through the narrow opening. as it realized its folly, it tried to back out, but the force at which it was chasing seungcheol had wedged its body further into the doorway than expected. he grinned victoriously, patting his steed's neck and urging it towards the other hall entrance as the dragon roared in his wake.

and again, he rode, as fast as his horse would take him back to you, his almost too long hair blown back by the speed. a smile creeped onto his face. had it really been that easy? they could be back to the royal castle by sundown. he was never one to brag, but he wondered how so many could have failed before him if all he had to do to succeed was lead the dragon away until it trapped itself.

he was a well revered knight at home. he was smart, strong, and he knew how to speak diplomatically. he had climbed ranks young, younger than any before him. the king had taken a liking to him years earlier, so much so that he had delayed seungcheol's mission to save his daughter in fear that he would fail. not because he didn't believe in him, no, seungcheol had always been their best bet by far, and he had argued to be sent sooner, but the king had always denied his requests. because no one in eight years had ever succeeded. because he saw seungcheol as the son he had never been given. because he refused to lose yet another child to the foul beast.

he flew off his horse at the base of the stairwell, giving her a reassuring pat and eyeing the stone walls that were stroked with bright colors and patterns. his fingers followed the painted seam of a leaf before he hopped up the first few steps, hand landing on the hilt of his sword, unsure if he would truly be able to save you without a fight. the stairs wound upwards, and seungcheol lost track of how many steps he had taken less than halfway. even still, the discomfort of the hike dissipated as he approached a large wooden door, and he took the last few steps quickly in anticipation.

he almost tested the handle, then thought better. he leaned against the door with a hand instead, listening. "princess?"

he heard wood shift against stone. "who goes there?"

your voice even sounded beautiful though the thick wood of the door, with a lilt that he almost recognized. "my princess, i am sir seungcheol, a knight of your father's table, and i've come to rescue you from this abandoned castle."

there was a pause, then he hurriedly backed away from the door as he heard approaching footsteps. the door swung open inwards, and he was doused in the sunlight that streamed from the room you lived in.

you were beautiful, he thought. even more beautiful than the legends said. perhaps they had tried their best, but seungcheol knew they hadn't seen you like he could now. he remembered when he was lucky enough to have met you briefly at a spring festival, back when such things happened in the kingdom. before you were taken and the happiness had left. he remembered the way you smiled and danced with him as only a child, but being viewed through his wide, curious eyes, wondering why the kingdom's only princess had held his hand and swung him around her in the plaza. his heart felt light as he saw the same features upon your face, matured and even more lovely than ever. he wondered if you remembered him, too, despite knowing that you had danced with likely a hundred others, though only some of them as young as he had been. he was so caught up in thinking about how he may be the first in the kingdom to see you since your taking, he hardly noticed the look you were giving him, one hand on the door and the other on your hip.

"you didn't kill her, did you?"

seungcheol blinked. "k-kill her?"

"penelope. the dragon," you specified, despite feeling as though you truly shouldn't have to. "you didn't kill her?"

his hand left the hilt of his sword, and he kneeled, bowing his head as he remembered who you were to him. "no, my princess. slaying dragons is not something i would do willingly."

you stared at him, his dark hair grazing over his eyes as he looked back at you in awe, and your gaze softened at his words of respect to the powerful race. no one had ever made it this far, not the entire time you had lived in this castle. when he had arrived, you were with penelope in the garden, and she spotted the horse riding dutifully towards the castle. you questioned her noises, then watched her gaze, quickly mounted her back and allowed her to take you back to your tower as the horse neared. you had heard penelope when she roared in the distance - the same roar she gave when you had to help her untangle from a chained chandelier last week - and you had wondered how he trapped her. how he outsmarted her. although, you thought. it was before midday, and penelope had always been slightly slower in the mornings.

nevertheless, there was a handsome man kneeling before you, with a proven heart of gold and a penchant for calling you his princess, and you had been feeling particularly lonely as the recent weeks dragged on.

you reached down for his hand, which he extended to meet yours. he kissed the back of your hand briefly before rising to his feet again, his eyes never leaving your face. "princess, if i may speak freely-"

"you may," you said, looking up to him expectantly.

"you are the most beautiful being i have ever laid my eyes upon. are you sure you're not a goddess?"

you felt your chest set aflame at the compliment. "sir seungcheol, if i didn't know you were a knight, i would say you were courting me."

you smiled when his eyes got big, realizing his mistake. "milady, i apologize, i did not mean to-"

"hush, my brave knight." his jaw clenched when you purred the words to him, pulling him by the hand into your living quarters.

he looked about the round room, taking in as much of it as he could. the ornate canopy bed opposite the door, against the only flat wall in the tower. where the walls jointed on one side, there was a steep staircase leading up to a lofted area, and on the other, a door. the windows were large and let in lots of light, one of which was pushed open to allow a breeze to waft through the room. large bookshelves curved along one side, with a ladder expertly positioned under the section you were currently reading through. the tall walls were covered in paintings, some old and sunwashed, while others were as vibrant as the blue sky, and many that fell somewhere between. a hobby you had picked up with time, he supposed, before he remembered the similar paintings he had seen at the base of the stairwell. had you been brave enough to venture down there, as well, when you had run out of space here? he noticed a table to his right, at which there was an askew wooden chair. that must have been where you were sat when he arrived, and he moved towards it, finding a notebook and a quill. he looked away from your neat handwriting, not wishing to invade your privacy, before hearing you shut the door.

"i've never had visitors."

he stared at you as you closed the small gap between the two of you. "i-"

"you didn't mean to visit, i know," you said, fingers running up the chainmail on his forearm. "you meant to rescue. but alas, sir seungcheol, i may have once been prisoner here, but the fearsome penelope has grown fond of me. i have been free to go for years."

he watched your face, his fingers itching to reach for you. "my princess, what keeps you here, then? so far from the kingdom that loves you?"

you exhaled lightly, realizing you hadn't spoken to anyone but a dragon about anything for far too long, much less these feelings. perhaps sir seungcheol wasn't the worst person to confide in, if he had made it past your tenacious penelope. "i was still so young when i was taken, but even then, my parents only ever spoke of me as a pawn for the kingdom." your voice was quieter than you intended, and you noticed seungcheol's shoulders tense, not wanting to react poorly to his king's action, but unable to not empathize with you. "i was a disappointment from birth for not being a son. all they wanted me for was to marry someone from a powerful family. that was my role to them, and the sooner the better. when i was taken, i was almost thankful." you thought a moment, and seungcheol watched you like he was on the edge of his seat. "fate bought me some time."

"my princess, i'm sorry," he paused, hesitating. "i didn't realize the hardship-"

"how old were you?" you asked, interrupting him before he could claim you had a hard life. you didn't. you knew that. you were luckier than most. "were you a knight before i left?"

he looked down at you, your eyes large as you questioned him. "n-no, i pledged because of your taking."

you smiled vaguely. "you joined to save me?"

seungcheol's eyes hid from yours suddenly. "yes, i suppose that is why," he said, adjusting his belt and the equipment that hung from it. your eyes flicked downwards as he cleared his throat. "it happened a week before my sixteenth birthday. i volunteered as soon as i could."

you watched his adam's apple bob as he swallowed, still avoiding your gaze and instead staring at the paintings adorning the walls. sixteen was the youngest anyone was allowed to enlist, but none that joined that young ever got knighted. you thought of the dedication he must have had at such a young age, but you remembered that you had befriended a dragon at the same age. "you're not much older than i, then."

his lip folded under his teeth, eyes on a deep purple painting of the dragon - penelope, you had called her. "i know."

just then, the floor shook with a low grumbling roar. your eyes went to the window. "sounds like penelope escaped your trap."

seungcheol's hand went to his sword immediately, and you pushed his hand away from the hilt.

"please, sir seungcheol," you gave him a teasing look. "she only bites if i want her to."

he looked at you, hearing the gust of strong flapping wings approaching. "do you want her to?"

you smiled. "not at all."

you went to the window as the dragon approached, the tower being cast in darkness as her wings obscured the windows and shaking as she gingerly gripped it, her head poking in through the opening. he wondered how often she did that. if the tower was at risk of collapsing from her visits.

"are you okay?" you asked, placing a hand on her snout. "he didn't hurt you, did he?"

seungcheol swallowed hard as he watched you, doing his best to not show fear. he had spent six years training to, against his better judgement, slay the so-called "ruthless" dragon that had killed many knights before him, yet here you were, baby talking to it. and it was chirping in response. he allowed the two of you to exchange words and grunts for longer than he felt comfortable, but he truly wasn't in much of a state to stop you.

"well, go on, then," you said finally. "go take a nap, you had a hard morning, we shouldn't get any more visitors for a few weeks."

the dragon let out a gentle roar, and sunlight flooded back into the room as it left, flapping away. he approached you as you watched her, and he wondered if you intended to stay here forever.

"she only kills people with wicked hearts," you said quietly.

seungcheol stood beside you by the window, watching your profile. "she can sense them?"

you nodded, and he thought of all the brave men that had come before him only to never return. he had idolized them, once, when he was too young to understand, but he knew she was right. they only dreamt of the riches saving her would bring them. men the age of your father bragging that they would bring you back for you to be made their queen, giving them the kingdom. you would be indebted to them, they had said. he wondered how the men that had sworn to protect the kingdom and its inhabitants could speak such vulgar words about the one and only princess, especially when you had been only a child when you were taken. seungcheol was the youngest knight among them, the youngest to be accepted of any trainees, even to this day. bottom of the pecking order. he knew if he said something, he would never get the chance to save you for the right reasons. to try. to succeed. so he had kept his mouth shut for far too long. now, he thought, they had gotten what they had deserved.

"i've been waiting," you sighed, turning to look up at him, his gaze shooting away from yours on instinct. "for a man with a good heart. a man smart enough to be worthy of my hand."

seungcheol stared at the open window as you walked behind him, trying to understand your words in a way that did not mean him. "p-princess, i don't think i under-"

you tugged at the ties of his armor, remembering well the way your home army built it. he jumped, grasping at the metal chest plate before it clattered against the ground. "sir seungcheol, why don't you stay a while?"

he leaned the chestplate against the wall and spun to face you, brows furrowed. he had sworn to protect and serve you blindly, giving up any family he may have dreamed of having in the past. he had rejected courtship in favor of being fully prepared to die in an attempt to save you from your prison. and when he found you, my god, he couldn't have been more blown away. you were more stunning than he could have ever imagined, a radiance to you that was indescribable. he wanted to take you home, to the kingdom he called home. to your parents, the king and queen, and to reunite the royal family for the first time in nearly a decade. he wanted to see the way he had imagined your face would light up at the reunion. but you…

your hands landed on his chest, now only covered by a cotton tunic, your fingers splayed across the toned muscle beneath the fabric. "i've… never had visitors…"

your repeated phrase read like a plea, and his hands instinctively went up to hold you in comfort. your eyes met his again, and he begged to any god that would listen for a way to say no. but the way your gaze held his, your small hands against his pounding chest, the way your teeth briefly pulled back your lower lip…

he prayed for forgiveness for breaking oath before he raised a hand to your jaw, leaning down into you.

your fingers gripped at his tunic in anticipation as your lips met, and you sighed happily at the contact. his lips were soft and plush against yours, and you considered how lucky you were that the knight smart enough to reach you was also incredibly beautiful. his eyelashes brushed against your cheek before he pulled away, and he held your face near his.

"my princess, why me?" he searched your eyes. "i've already sworn my life to serve you. you could have any prince in th-"

"oh, hush," you smiled briefly. "my dear, sweet, noble seungcheol. you being the one to reach me has been service enough."

though seungcheol would never desire to oppose you, he disagreed. he had so much more to do for you. he pulled your waist into him, kissing you deeper. you moaned into his mouth, and he thought you sounded more angellic than any choir he had ever heard. his fingers dug into the fabric of your dress, and he wondered briefly how much you wanted from him. how horribly would he desecrate the oath of knightship for your sake? everything in him yearned for you, a feeling he had never fathomed before. how could he possibly say no, when your body was against his, begging for him to say yes?

you pulled at the strings holding his armguards, letting the chainmail and leather clatter to the floor on either side of you, and seungcheol watched you, swollen lips parted slightly, as you unthreaded the corset of your dress.

"seungcheol?"

his dark eyes met yours, an involuntary reaction to you calling him casually shooting straight to his groin. his hands were on your waist when his tongue shot out to wet his suddenly dry lips. "how can i serve you better, princess?"

you smiled slowly, pulling your hair away from your nape as you spun in his grip. "help me out?"

seungcheol's voice may have wavered slightly when he said "of course," but his motions were anything but hesitant. you briefly wondered if he had done this for any women before you, taking down their dress ties and coaxing the material off their shoulders like he did yours. or, perhaps, you thought excitedly. perhaps he just had a sister at home, or he had aided his mother in the past, and this would be something new for him, as well.

the tunic and corset fell from your form, leaving you in a thin slip and your undergarments, and you turned again, stepping out of the fabric around your ankles to push into seungcheol's chest, pushing him towards the bed in which you spent every night alone for far too long, your lips desperately seeking his. his fingers gripped around your waist, and he felt the warmth of your beautiful skin on his fingertips through the cotton material that kept him from seeing all of you, and it ignited something in him.

seungcheol slipped an arm below your hips to lift you slightly, swinging you over and walking you to your neatly made bed. his clothes, he thought. he had ridden through mud that morning. he sank to his knees as he placed you at the foot of the bed, not wanting to bring the taint of the outside world into the sheets you dreamt upon. you held him, down on one knee between your split legs, as his lips trailed down your neck, and his hands ran down the curve of your hip in a hurry. your hands never left his neck, his nape, his shoulders. you felt him tense at your vocal reaction to his touch. you adored the way he touched you. like you were a sculpture. a beautiful form in clay, and he had to swipe the pads of his fingers over every inch to make sure it was right. you were nothing less than perfection to him, and he had to make sure his sculpture represented the curve of your waist well, and the way it met your breasts, then down your spine and over your hip, feeling around your ass before running down your thighs. you sighed and moaned, making his fingers tense on whatever flesh he was grasping at those moments, and you wondered if all of it would feel this good.

"seungcheol," you said suddenly, hands cradling his skull as he paused his hushed praises of your collarbones to look up at you. "i'm not asking this of you as your princess."

a small smile tugged at his cheeks, dimpling them, understanding what you wished to clarify. "princess," he addressed, but with a dark tonal change that had you tingling for contact. "i'm not doing this as your knight."

you only managed to smile at him briefly before he dug his hands under your slip, pulling the cotton over your head. he tossed it somewhere behind you, but it didn't matter, because you didn't even have time to be annoyed that he was severely more dressed than you before his mouth dipped to your core.

you gasped, hard, the feeling of his tongue on your clit through your panties, and you grasped at his hair desperately. seungcheol only grunted when you stuttered out his name, and he only looked up at you, still tasting at you through the fabric. "christ, seungcheol, i'm sensitive."

he nodded, lulling you into a false sense of reprieve as he pulled away, but it almost felt like pity when all he said was "you taste too good," and all he did was pull your panties down your thighs. you didn't see where those got discarded, either, because you were too distracted by the stars that danced across your canopy, you back arcing over your bed at the feeling of seungcheol's tongue pressing into you, his lips latching around your sensitive hood and making you squeal out repetitions of his name, gripping at anything you could. his hands held your thighs up, out of his way, but in a position comfortable for you, letting you settle your legs where it felt best. he could feel your walls tensing around his languid muscle, and your grip on his hair, right at the crown of his skull, made him throb in need. you cried out loud, and if you were capable of coherent thought as you came hard, and directly on his tongue, you would have been asking why it never felt this good when you had gotten yourself off. maybe seungcheol was the answers to your prayers after all.

his eyes met yours again when you finally managed to open them, and he licked a wide stripe up your pussy. you could almost focus on his pupils, dilated in lust, and he tugged at the ties around his riding boots. he pulled you to sit up as he stood, pressing your lips together again. you moaned, tasting yourself on him, your arms instinctively draping themselves around his shoulders as he hurriedly undid his belt buckle. you adjusted your posture, and you were tugging at where his tunic was tucked into the belt he was stripping away from his body, pulling it over his head as soon as he dropped his equipment on the ground. you were on your knees at the foot of your bed, your hands skating up his gorgeous torso, still not over how insanely lucky you felt to have been found by possibly the most perfect man in existence.

then, when he shoved his pants down his hips and his undergarments went with it, you were absolutely positive he was the most perfect man in existence.

his member was hot and heavy, and you had to swallow to stop yourself from drooling onto yourself as you sat back. you reached for it, and seungcheol hissed at the contact as your fingers wrapped around the shaft. his lips chased yours, hips inadvertently thrusting into your hand while he kicked off his boots. when he stopped, so did you, and his eyes opened to look your face up and down.

"princess, this would likely be punishable by death if i were any other knight."

you knew he was right, but you now knew that the two of you held all the cards. the tiniest detail he had implied - only punishable if he were any other knight. your father liked him. and he had saved his beautiful daughter and heiress to the throne. anything could happen from here, and you two would end up on top. you smiled, only enough for him to barely catch it as he caught his breath, then kissed him briefly. "let's make it worth while, then, shall we?"

seungcheol's stomach clenched at your words, his grip on your hips tight. he gave you a need filled kiss before flipping you onto your stomach, lifting your hips until your knees settled at an angle on either side of his legs. he held himself at your entrance, gathering your leaking juices on the head of his already red hot cock as you moaned helplessly into your blankets, your full chest pushing into the mattress. your hand skated down to him, brushing over his fingers on your hip before he grabbed it and pushed your hand against your back. you whined, trying your hardest to push back onto him despite him holding you off.

"you'll hurt yourself, princess," seungcheol warned, eyebrows crinkling as he tried to stave off his want to snap full into your velvety cushioned walls, only dipping himself into you a centimeter at a time. you could only whine again, then gasped once when his full head popped into you.

"please, seungcheol, please please," you begged, tears threatening your eyes as they stinged with want. your fingernails dug into his hand. "i need you. all of it. please."

he groaned at your pleas, his hips jerking ever so slightly as you moaned in response. he let go of your hand to grip your hips with both hands, and you scrambled, using your newly recovered limb to push yourself back into his hips. you screamed into your blanket as seungcheol let out a choked moan, suddenly fully sheathed in your warmth. you were breathing heavily, mind swimming at the feeling of him stretching you out wide, and all the incredible places he was hitting. it hurt, slightly, but god it hurt good. he paused, praying to god he didn't cum just from the feeling of you around him - he needed this, and he needed a lot of it. he would never forgive himself for cutting it off early.

you were gasping as you pushed your palms into the bed, moving your body forward and pushing back again, really savoring the way his thick cock fit snugly in you, the way it fucked into a sweet spot you had never reached before. your babbling became less coherent as seungcheol recovered his ability to move, pulling you back into his thrusting hips with a pleasantly tight grip around your waist. he leaned forward over you, pinching at your nipples before letting one hand roam down your stomach to your core. you yelped, your elbows buckling as his finger brushed against your clit. you collapsed into the mattress, though he was holding your hips up to where his met them repeatedly, and you moaned, desperately trying to lift yourself off of your own face. his other hand pulled your hair away from your neck, gripping it in a loose ponytail as he kissed your shoulder blade.

"you're the most perfect thing i've ever seen," seungcheol said breathlessly. "the most perfect thing i've ever felt."

you pressed your neck into the blanket, desperately twisting and trying to see him as you were steadily climbing towards a second release. you wanted to say something equally as poetic and sensual, but when his dark eyes found yours, and you moaned in the same moment, you had already said the most sensual thing you could have. and then, you swore you saw a dark smirk on his lips before they hungrily mouthed at yours.

you squirmed beneath him gasping and curling your toes as he pounded into you, the sound of his hips against your ass echoing off the far wall vaguely. your release came fast and hard, the same way he fucked you through it, and seungcheol used every ounce of discipline he had to keep himself away from ending this as you pleaded for him to cum with you, voice cracking as he snapped into you.

you were somewhere between babbling and crying, your vision blurred from a combination of the way his cock felt like heaven and the moisture that had accumulated in your eyes from the orgasm, and your hand grasped at his as it clumsily rubbed against your nearly spent clit. you laced your fingers with his, pulling it up to your breast, and he rolled a nipple between a finger and a thumb until you were pushing yourself back onto him again, desperate for more of what only he could give you.

you could only gasp when he pulled from you completely, your pussy aching as it stopped accommodating for seungcheol's considerable girth. your hands gripped at his shoulders as he rolled you over again, and you easily aided him in repositioning you on the bed, giving him ample space to toss you around as much as he wanted.

you attached your lips to his neck, starting to crave him deep in you again, if only he would just let go. you wanted to feel him chase after his high with no concern for you. you needed to feel his cum stain your walls. your open mouthed kisses down his pulse as you begged for him to just lose himself in you, and god did that sound delightful, but he didn't want to be done yet.

his still slick cock bumped into your clit, making you squeal against his shoulder, biting down briefly. his arm nearly buckled, and you registered the reaction just in time to bite down on his pulse as he pushed into you again.

with his knees on either side of your hips, he was curled over you, pulling your thighs down to sink you onto his cock. you wiped at his hair, slick with sweat now, and you imagined how lovely he would look in your mosaic wash tub in the room behind your bed, lit by the moonlight streaming through the window as you sat on his lap, taking in as much of him as you were now. you hoped he would be okay with staying long enough to fulfill some of your wandering youthful fantasies. his lips landed on yours again as you gripped at his hair, noises falling out of you as he split you in half.

he sat up, making his member curve into you addictively, and your back arched slightly in reaction. he ran his hands up your torso, curving around your breasts, playing with your nipples, rolling his hips gently into yours as you let out some of the most explicit and seductive moans seungcheol could have ever hoped to hear. you rolled your hips over his and he grunted, brow twitching inwards as he stared down at you. you looked back up at him, then rolled them again, making him drop his head. you pulled a deep moan from him with another roll, and as you continued your motions, his cock bulging into all your pressure points, you were whining for release as he was letting out short gasps, brows knit together. he suddenly laced his fingers with yours, then pulled your hips onto his abruptly with his palm on your thigh, and you shook with pleasure as you felt hot rope after hot rope make a complete mess of your cunt, your walls pulling him deeper, cum seeping out around the dick that took up too much space in you.

"fuck," he groaned, wiping back his damp hair as your nails scraped down his chest. "i didn't want to cum."

your mouth was hanging open and your eyes were only half lidded, and seungcheol thought he had never seen a more appealing expression in his life. "i needed you to."

his soul returned to his body as your words sent a rush of arousal into his body again, and he briefly wondered if he would ever stop wanting to be in you. he pulled one of your hands from his chest to place too gentle kisses across your knuckles, and he pumped into you slowly, white streaks leaking out as his cock steadily refilled the space. he pulled out, using a hand on his cock to collect some of the leaking cum and pushing it back into you. you practically wailed, fingers digging into his thighs as your messy cunt pulsed around him.

"s-s-" you whined, the name unable to be vocalised as he pumped deeper into you. "sss- s-!"

"yes, princess," he panted, a hand wrapping gently around your throat. despite there being no pressure, the warmth of his hand on you made you groan. his voice was low and harsh, like gravel. "am i serving you well?"

"s-sir," you gasped, finding the title easier to force out than his name in that moment. "i'm-m gon- god, s-seungcheol, i'm gonna-"

the hand on your throat slipped between your neck and the plush pillow, lifting your face up to be directly under his, and you watched him glower at you with a gap between your lips. "then cum, baby."

and with his chocolate eyes on yours, you quaked below him, clawing at his back and squeezing him tight. soon his lips were a comforting presence on yours, and your toes curled aimlessly with the backdrop of your ceiling as your face burned red, embarrassed by his ability to egg you on so successfully.

"you are incredible," seungcheol said finally, kissing at your squeezed shut eyelids. "how lucky am i that you saw something in me."

your eyes opened slowly, heat still radiating off your cheeks from your orgasm. "sir seungcheol, i think we may have been destined to cross paths."

he thought of the brief time you had danced with him at festival. the reason he dreamt of being a knight. the way your father took favor of him. the way his entire adolescence had been spent training to rescue you. perhaps, he thought. perhaps you were right.

and whether you were or not, when his lips met yours again and his hand caressed your cheek, you were once again nothing but putty in his hands. his fingers felt like they were designed to specifically hold your body, and he was that much closer to believing you were his destiny.

#this is a doozy #seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagines #seventeen smut #choi seungcheol imagines #choi seungcheol scenarios #choi seungcheol smut #scoups imagines #scoups scenario #scoups smut #i wrote dis #this is fun :)#im sweating #cheollie

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geekgirles · 4 years

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Rock! Branch AU

Headcanons:

So I was personally inspired to do this after seeing @emilybandicoot1234 's fanart of it some time ago. Although, admittedly, it was just a matter of time before AUs like this starting popping up. So I enlisted my good ol friend @foxlanaeshrek , like, "Hey, Shrek! Wanna come up with headcanons for a Rock!Branch Broppy AU?! :D", and, of course, because she's an angel who puts up with me, she said yes. Thank you, darling. Love u.

And, finally today, thanks to @pinkglitterings ' latest drawing, I decided it was high time I wrote down what we came up with. Don't worry, we thought of this a long time ago, so there won't be any spoilers besides what's been featured in trailers.

So here it is:

Branch is 100% Rock Troll. He was born as a Rock Troll, in Volcano Rock City, from Rock Troll parents.

Because there's no way we'd ever let his genius go to waste, he's an important member of Barb's crew. Either the head of her Engineering Department, or her army's captain. Whatever it is, the boy is important for the plot.

And because he's one of her more trustworthy men, Barb orders him to deliver her message to the Pop Trolls.

So he's there, in the outskirts of Troll Village, waiting to seize the perfect opportunity to shoot an arrow with the message that'll, hopefully, make those rainbow nerds stop singing. If you can call that singing.

But as he waits, he spots this divine creature. Her skin the most beautiful shade of pink, resembling that of dawn. Her ridiculously perfect face covered in countless glittery freckles, shinier than the stars in the night sky. Her eyes the most inviting pool he's ever seen. And her smile... Oh, dear God, her smile... He is convinced he's never seen anything more breathtaking in his entire life.

Aaaaaand that's when he spots her crown.

Shoot!

She's the Pop Queen!

Shoot!

He still hasn't delivered the message!

Fuck!

He's been drooling over the QUEEN of the rainbow nerds!

So he shoots the arrow and makes a run for it.

Of course, after his first encounter with Poppy Branch is trying to convince himself that it was a fluke. There's absolutely no way he's caught feelings for the Queen of the Pop Trolls. No way.

Except he has.

And it certainly doesn't help that Queen Barb has ordered him to tail her and her group as they try warning the other tribes of the Rock Trolls' plans.

It also doesn't help that a) EVERYTHING Poppy does is utterly adorable, and b) (because this simply must be canon in all universes) Branch is pretty much a goner the moment she loses it and tries to strangle someone with her hair (bonus points if it's someone Branch doesn't particularly like!).

Yes, angry, homicidal Poppy is 100% Branch's kink in any known universe. Sorry, I don't make the rules!

As much as Branch's mind is telling him that his mission is to capture Poppy, his heart just can't bring himself to. So the moment Poppy is ultimately captured, his heart sort of breaks in two.

Thankfully, no one's noticed his shameful crush on the Pop Queen, so Barb still assigns him to guard over her before her plan can truly begin.

He does everything in his power to be professional for once ever since he's first met the pink goddess he's supposed to watch over, but fails miserably.

One way or another, they start talking. Then, the talking becomes shameless flirting, like their usual banter, so it doesn't really arise suspicion. Certainly not from Poppy. And because he just can't keep his goddamned mouth shut, before he can stop himself, Branch ends up reciting her poetry. Those darned verses about how perfect she is that've been playing on his mind on repeat ever since he first laid his eyes on her.

Of course, Poppy's like, "What?"

And Branch is like, "What?!"

And he panics. Not only because he finally realises he's been shamelessly flirting with the prisoner, but because he's recited POETRY to her! And Rock Trolls consider poetry to be extremely shameful. Something so corny only weaklings would do it! So Branch had been hiding his talents for years. And now he's shared them! With his enemy! Oh, she's sure gonna make a mockery of him!!

Except she doesn't.

No. Instead, she gives him the sweetest smile, her eyes shimmering more than ever, and tells him, in the most velvety voice imaginable, "Wow... That was beautiful... Thank you, Branch. Your eyes are mesmerising, too."

Oooooookay. He's officially smitten. He's besotted. The boy's 100% in love with a pop troll and 200% willing to die for her. That's it.

Dating Rock! Branch and Pop! Poppy headcanons:

After they end up together, Branch gets a tattoo of Poppy.

It could be anything!

The classic arrowed heart with her name in it.

Her smiling face.

Verses either of his poems of her, True Colours, or Perfect For Me...

And as for where he'd have it... I'm a tattooed arm kinda girl, while @foxlanaeshrek suggests he wears it on his chest. And I have also received requests that he wears it either in his ear or... his butt (and the person who came up with this knows I'm talking about them xD).

Shrek also came up with a wonderful idea: Branch tries serenading Poppy with love songs... Rock love songs... (I will never give up my headcanon that they sing I Was Made For Loving You by KISS. EVER)

Needless to say, Poppy's shocked at first, but being a certified sucker for romance, it doesn't take long for her to swoon at her boyfriend's beautiful voice 😍😍😍

After starting to date Poppy, Branch works super hard to keep his reputation as a hardcore, edgy lone wolf intact. And for the most part, it works! ...But as soon as Poppy so much as touches or kisses him (cheek, lips, temples... you name it), he immediately melts. A little bit of affection and he becomes putty in her hands.

That's all for now! Thoughts?

#trolls #branch #broppy #poppy #dreamworks trolls #trolls world tour #twt #twt AU #Trolls AU #Rock! Branch AU #headcanons #Rock Trolls #pop trolls #queen barb

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lunnanunna · 4 years

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Ink

DAY6 Extra Member AU

Summary: Parker and Wonpil go to get Parker’s first tattoo.

Warnings: slight swearing

Taglist: @hyunmijung @galacticstxrdust @kimonmars @soobinssmile

A/N: I have never gotten a tattoo (But I want to) so I’m not entirely the steps and protocols, so just bare with me. Hope you enjoy!

Requests are open! Please let me know what you think.

“Thanks for coming with me, Pillie,” Parker said as she and Wonpil exited the cab. The two were on their way to a tattoo parlor.

“No problem, Soojin,” he said smiling at the younger. He looped his arm with hers and the two walked down the sidewalk to their destination.

“I was gonna ask Sungjin or Dowoon to come with me,” Parker started off, absently looking at all the shops they passed. “I knew Jae wouldn’t ever go with me and I feel like Younghyun would freak out,” she laughed and Wonpil nodded his head agreeing.

“Most definitely,” he said, then he looked down at Parker. “But then why did you pick me?” Wonpil asked as they neared the tattoo parlor.

Parker shrugged. “I feel better coming with you since you already have one,” she answered, taking his hand in hers and looking at the small tattoo on the inside of his ring finger.

“Ah, so you wanted someone with experience?” he asked nodding his head seriously, but soon a smile appeared.

“Exactly. I’m looking for a veteran,” Parker laughed as the two walked into the building.

The place was dimly lit with neon signs and lights lining the ceiling and floor. Plant sat in all corners of the small waiting room, and different tattoo designs hung on the walls. There were two sets of couches on either side and four armchairs on the walls perpendicular.

Parker had talked to Ollie about where she had gotten all of her tattoos, and she had said that a good majority of them were here. She trusted the place and the staff and said that they were all very nice. So here was Parker, getting her first tattoo.

“Hi, welcome,” a lady greeted from the front desk. She was small, about an inch or two shorter than Parker. Her features were also very small, giving off a pixie type of vibe. Parker thought she was cute.

“Hi. I’m Lee Soojin. I have an appointment at five,” Parker told the women, smiling. She had given her Korean name while making the appointment, because it’s always easier to give her Korean name. The others always laughed when she did it at Starbucks.

The women smiled and looked at the computer screen. “Of course. Right this way.” She moved from behind the counter and led Parker and Wonpil down a hall.

“You want me to come in with you?” the older asked, taking a hold of Parker’s hand, effectively stopping her.

Parker stopped and looked back at him. She smiled and nodded. “Of course I want you to come with me. I’m not scared of the needles, but it’ll be a special moment,” the Aussie said, giving his hand a squeeze.

He smiled at their hands then looked up at Parker. “Okay,” he said. The two looked at each other for a second longer then turned to continue down the hall.

“This is Minseok,” the woman introduced, pointing to the man by the chair. He looked up and smiled at them.

“Hi,” Parker greeted as the woman walked out.

“Hello. You must be Parker. Ollie called and told me that you were coming. Said that I have to take good care of you,” Minseok chuckled. Parker felt her face flush.

“Sorry. She can be a bit embarrassing at times,” Parker said, ducking her head.

Minseok barked out a loud laugh. “Don’t I know it. She’d been here for five of her tattoos. I know her well,” he said with a gummy smile. It didn’t really match with his sharp eyes or eyebrow and nose piercing, but it was a sweet smile nonetheless. Ollie had said that Minseok was a fluffy teddy bear, despite his appearance.

“And who’s this?” Minsoek asked, getting up to properly greet the two.

“Oh, this is Wonpil. He’s one of my bandmates,” Parker said, patting Wonpil’s back. She cringed when she did, feeling like such a dad.

“Hello,” Wonpil greeted quietly.

“That’s right. Ollie said that you were in a band. You’re from the same company, right?” Minseok asked as he directed Parker where to sit.

“Yeah. We debuted a few years before Ollie’s group,” Wonpil answered as he sat in an empty seat near Parker.

“Ah, okay. That’s really cool. I’m not too much a fan of kpop. I’m more of a rock fan like AC/DC and Bon Jovi,” Minseok said as he organized his station.

“Oh, Parker likes them too,” Wonpil said excitedly. Minseok turned to Parker, raising a questioning brow.

She nodded. “Yep. I grew up on rock. My parents were big fans. I’d go to sleep to Hotel California,” Parker said, seeing as Minseok’s eyes crinkled.

“Shit, really?” he laughed. Parker nodded again. No one ever believed that story and she always had to call her parents to confirm it for her.

“That’s actually really cool,” Minseok said, and he genuinely looked impressed. Parker felt smug.

“Okay, so you have the example that I sent to you?” Parker asked. She was getting excited.

“Yep,” Minseok answered and pulled out a drawing of a hand doing the Shaka sign or the Hang Loose sign as some called it. It was a simple drawing really, but it held a lot of meaning. It was how her and her family said hello and goodbye to each other all the time.

“Oh, so that’s what she’s getting,” Wonpil said, as he looked over at the paper. “She wouldn’t tell any of us. We were half scared she’d get something like Shrek’s face,” Wonpil laughed and so did Minseok.

“Dude! What the hell? I’d never do that,” she screeched looking at Wonpil. Then she looked at Minseok, “I’d never do that.”

“Oh yeah. Totally,” Miseok said, hiding his smile.

“I shouldn’t have brought you. I should have came alone,” Parker threw her head back in her seat, whining. The two men laughed.

Soon Minseok began to work. Parker was positioned so that he had full access to the back of her left calf. She was going to get the tattoo just above her Achilles heel.

The three talked about literally anything. Minseok asked Parker for some song recommendations to play while he worked. Of course she asked for Hotel California. Wonpil talked about his tattoo and the meaning, and Minseok offered to give him a discount here if he decided to get another. And then before Parker even knew it, she was done.

“It looks awesome! Thank you,” Parker gushed when she looked at the back of her leg in the mirror. It came out even better than she had hoped. She was definitely coming here for her others.

“I’m glad you like it. And I’ve got to say, I thought that you’d at least wince at the pain, but you never did,” Minseok stated, giving Parker another impressed look.

“That’s because in Australia, they raised her as a barbarian. She feels no pain. You should see her in the dorms. The girl is crazy,” Wonpil said, shaking his head. Parker couldn’t even deny it.

“He speaks the truth. Growing up I wanted to be like Steve Irwin, the Crocodile Hunter. So my brother and I were always out ‘exploring’,” Parker said, chuckling.

“You have to be one of my most interesting customers. You and Ollie,” Minseok said, crossing his arms over his chest and looking down at Parker.

“Nah, you have to have more interesting people come in,” Parker, waved her hands. She never really saw herself as interesting. She always felt like she lived a pretty laid back life.

“Yes, but you two are the most entertaining,” Minseok said, moving over to grab a packet of papers that contained the aftercare for the tattoos. He had already gone over some of it with her.

“Okay, well fair enough,” she nodded, taking the papers. “And fortunately for you, I really liked this experience,” Parker waved her hands around the room, “So, I’ll definitely be back.”

“Sounds good to me,” Minseok smiled. He guided the two out front where they saw the woman from earlier. “See you guys next time,” Minseok said, waving them goodbye before going down the hall again.

Parker smiled then looked up at Wonpil as the woman rang her up. He was looking at a butterfly design on the wall behind her. “Getting ideas?” she asked him. Wonpil looked at her and smiled.

“Maybe,” he said and walked away just as Parker got her receipt.

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mrs-i-have-too-many-biases · 4 years

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Bang Chan// Sun and Moon (-light)// Chapter seven

Summary: Sun and Moon, different from another, but both unmissable in the world. The sun is warm, it provides daylight. It represents life, strength and growth. The moon, the brightest and largest object in our night sky. It makes the earth more liveable and represents admiration, change, mystery and feelings. The sun is untouchable and unreachable, but what if his ,independent, sun(-shine) becomes his world? Tropes: Enemies to Lovers Season: Spring Pairing: Bang Chan X Reader (ft. Seo Changbin) AU: | Delinquent!Female Reader | Vice President!Bang Chan | School!AU | Non!Idol AU | Genre: Fluff/ HEAVY Angst Word Count: 8,9K Warnings: HEAVY Themes of bullying, death threats, Themes of Abuse, swearing, insults, Anxiety, Depression, Suicidal thoughts, Self-hatred Requested: Yes, (Reference) A/n: For the sake of the fiction, Chan is a twat in the story (his mother is very unpleasant in the story/this chapter), but only for imagines/ fiction purposes only. We all know better than that. I have mentioned his real-life sibling’s names in this chapter/story. Please remember to not harass them.

Y/n was a little out of breath and her body hurt slightly as she entered Chan’s room. She sat down with a sigh, trying to take the situation in. “I’m so sorry I told my parents like that-“ “It’s okay, it probably will clear up some thing to them.” Y/n muttered as she made herself comfortable on his bed.

“I’m sorry for their behaviour, from before and about today.” “It’s okay, you know if you want me to go, I can go right now. I don’t want there to be a conflict between your parents and you because of me.” “There isn’t, really. Well at least not anymore. I just want them to see that you’re so much more than tattoos and a so called ‘delinquent image’.” Chan stressed as he sat down next to her. “Besides, you’re not leaving. I don’t trust you outside, especially not with all those fractures. God knows what you would be up to, going to work I bet and get back to working out. You need to get some rest and let me and the others help you.” He added. “You know that I’d be fine just on my own, don’t you Chan?” She said with a small smile. “I know, and that’s why I want to help you this time.”

Y/n was about to continue arguing against Chan, but something else seemed to catch her attention. Chan turned slowly around to see what she was looking at and noticed the pictures he had put up of them together. He immediately started to stutter out gibberish and frantically tried to hide them from Y/n sight, causing her to laugh at his flustered state.

“Oh my- It’s not what you think! I- fuck!” Chan stressed as he tried to slam the pictures off the shelves I panic, but he was quickly stopped by Y/n who held him by the arm as she laughed. “It’s fine, I’m just surprised. I’ve never seen those before?” She wondered with a smug look on her face. “I-I certainly do not hide them whenever you would’ve come over- what no?” He stuttered, making her burst out in laughter yet again. “You’re cute Channie.” She said with a smile, not admitting that she had pictures printed out of them together as well.

The two were interrupted hours later by Chan’s father who peeped his head through the doorway. “Dinner’s ready.” He announced, before disappearing again. Chan and Y/n quickly following behind.

Chan noticed the nervous look on Y/n face. He held her by the waist in a swift move, hugging her in a comforting way, her heart beating loudly at the sudden action. The whole family sat together, and Y/n couldn’t deny it, but it was awkward as hell. “Y/n, my husband and I want to apologise to you.” Chan’s mother voiced, breaking the silence finally. “We’ve acted needlessly rude to you and we truly regret out immature actions. I hope you can find a way to forgive us?”

“It’s okay Misses Bang. I know that you only want the best for you son. I understand and I respect that. It’s also that I’m quite used to being judged already. Especially since people don’t know my background story...” And so Y/n told the Bang family everything.

They were shocked and saddened to hear the words leaving her mouth. It all sounded like a terrible nightmare. But that terrible nightmare was her actual life, or at least was up to that day when Chan found her.

“I can’t thank him enough for finding me, I wouldn’t know what would’ve happened to me if he would’ve been later or not there at all.” Y/n muttered in a sad voice. “Let’s be glad that didn’t happen and celebrate that you’re still here with us. And Y/n, we are once again terribly sorry. We will try our best to make it up to you.” Chan’s father states with a kind smile, making her smile back.

A warm feeling was filling her body, a loving sense of family had returned to her. Something that had been long for too long.

“Chan really, I can carry my books myself.” Y/n whined as she stepped out of the car with Chan, chasing him as he carried two heavy bookbags in his arms. “No, the doctor told us crystal clear that you need someone to help you carry things. Your stiches could rip open if you aren’t careful.” Chan states seriously. She let out a whine before she followed him to the building.

The pair received lots of looks from other students. Bang Chan, the popular vice president hanging out with the delinquent, again? People just couldn’t seem to wrap their heads around it. They also couldn’t seem to keep their butts out of other people’s business. Minho had met up with Chan and Y/n in front of the school, where he had already complained about how many people had already run up to him, asking what the deal was between Chan and Y/n, because a poor student was thinking about confessing her love to Chan this week.

“Poor girl.” Y/n muttered. “I know right, Chan has always been ‘smothered’ with confessions, yet he never accepted one.” Minho had informed before getting a notebook thrown to his face in middle of class by Chan who sat right in front of him. Jisung laughed loudly, Y/n did as well as she watched the three from her usual spot in the back.

Sooyun just happened to walk into the room at the wrong, yet best, time. She was about to sit next to Chan, where she usually sat, but to her surprise he stood up.

“You two are annoying, I’m going to sit with Y/n, at least she’s nice to be around with.” He playfully huffs to Minho and Jisung before seating himself in the back.

Sooyun watched his movements like a hawk eyeing its prey. She was about to protest and get him sit back next to her, but Jisung had grabbed her by the hand and pulled her down to her seat, stopping her from doing so. She huffs and turns herself away from them. Her ears caught the sound of Y/n and Chan laughing together in the back of the classroom, talking about whatever. Jealousy rose back into her body as she clenched her fists in anger. She had to do something about this, but what?

Days at school went by and to Y/n’s surprise, people had started to feel for her. She didn’t know why. She had told her story to the principal, explaining why she often skipped school and why she missed classes the past few weeks. There was a promise that her story wouldn’t be made public among the students of other teachers, for Y/n’s privacy and safety purposes.

Eventually Y/n figured that the fellow students were probably nice to her, because Chan and his whole clique were. So, she must’ve become ‘okay’ in their eyes.

There still were a few rotten apples to be found in between the others. They made Y/n out to be a clout chaser, that she wanted popularity or something like’s Chan’s status, his money. People had become quite creative and even said that she apparently wanted to become Chan so she could live a life where people actually liked her.

Y/n ignored the comments and never said anything about them. Especially since she believed that Chan had neve heard them, yet he did. He would look to his side as the whispers kept on going. She smiled at him and shot him a wink, a sign that she was okay. He wondered how she did it. How she handled with such people. It broke his heart to think that she used him. He knew she didn’t.

He wished they would had made an agreement, whenever she would argue that she could just go and stop bothering him, he would receive a thousand won from her. Chan would’ve been even richer by now if that was the deal.

In the meantime Chan wasn’t the only one who kept staring at Y/n, wondering how she did it. Sooyun could’ve been a character in Shrek by now, the green toxic tinting her from jealousy. She had enough of it. Y/n’s sudden gain of popularity, Chan’s attention and everything else she had been working years on to achieve. And here Y/n was, snatching it all away from her within days.

And so, suddenly. Y/n’s life turned upside down, once again. Y/n would walk into the school one day and receive the old nasty stares from everyone again. People bumped into her intentionally, making her hiss in pain, her body still not being completely healed. Chan yelled after them, the quickly asking if she was okay. “I’m fine.” She would mutter back. When they entered the room, a bunch of girls would pull Chan away from Y/n, leaving the both stunned. “What are you doing? Get off me.” Chan glared as he tried to shake the girls’ hands off. “Chan, you need to stay away from her.” “She’s not who you think she is.” The other cried out as they continued to pull them further away from Y/n.

“What are you talking about?” Y/n sighed as she crossed her arms, still in pain. “Don’t act so innocent bitch. You know fully well what you did.” A girl said as she shoved her phone in Y/n’s face. There was a news video playing on her screen. The colour seemed to leave Y/n’s skin as she watched how a journalist talked about her life, her story with her father. She was exposed, but something wasn’t right.

‘… we’re informed from a secured source, that y/l/n, a y/age girl, has drinking problems, abused her father and even thrown him in rehab when she should’ve been the one needing detoxifying…’

“They changed the story. That’s not true-“ Y/n was cut off by the pictures she was shown, also shown in the video that was still playing. They were pictures of her father, bruises all over his body and passed out on the ground. Y/n had seen her father drunk plenty of times, when he was drunk, he could easily hurt himself. She remembered that day, but she just couldn’t figure out how that picture was taken.

“How did this happen.” Y/n murmured to herself in shock. “Just admit it, your true colours are out. We’ve always known that you were nothing but a dense delinquent.” The girl spat, a sly smirk following next. “You know nothing.” Y/n snarled back, stepping closer to the girl. “What were you going to do? Hit me? I think it would be a great addition to your abuse-story, make people hate you more than they already do.” The same girl snarled, a witch-like laugh following.

Y/n turned to Chan in panic, but he was still struggling to get the girls off him.

As soon as Y/n had stepped out of the classroom she was once again swarmed by girls who were ready to protect Chan from her.

Their filth were getting to her head and the boys eventually came into the picture to defend her, but no one seemed to believe them or her. “She must’ve been lying to all of you, it’s all over the news. Every drama channel is talking about it as well.” “This is absurd, you believe those rumours, but not the person who the story is actually about?” “Why should we believe her lies? She’s dysfunctional, she always has been. Besides Sooyun told us that Chan told her himself.”

The words made Y/n’s head take a toll. “He did what now?” Y/n hissed anger firing up her heart. “Oh, please. Don’t pretend you didn’t know. You probably did all of this to get attention, didn’t you? To get Chan to like you and his little friends, well believe us it didn’t work. It’s for the best that Chan has put you back in your place, you’re an awful human being, you shouldn’t be allowed to walk around on earth. You’re not even fucking worthy to be breathing the same air as us-“ Y/n quickly pushed the girls aside when Sooyun was locked into her vision. “You! What the fuck did you do!” Y/n yelled as she stormed her way to Sooyun. “I didn’t do anything.” She said with a wicked smile. Y/n was holding back her tears as she wanted to rip that devilish smile off her face.

Felix would try to calm Y/n down, but he couldn’t stop her from talking as she yelled at Sooyun. “Y/n, sweetheart, here you are blaming me, but aren’t you the one who told Chan everything? He’s the one who gave me the information. How else would people know. You sure as hell didn’t tell me in person.” Sooyun states, which sets Y/n to think. It couldn’t have been Changbin, he didn’t know Sooyun. She didn’t tell Felix, Minho and Jisung anything with deep detail, yet Chan knew everything about her. There were even pictures taken of her passed out father. It seemed too bad to be true. It couldn’t be, right?

To Chan’s inconvenience, he walked right into the conversation at the wrong time. He looked at the two girls in confusion as he was stared at by the both. “Chan, did you…” Y/n couldn’t seem to get the words past her throat, but Sooyun seemed glad to steal the words from her mouth. “Chan, you were the cause of all of this, weren’t you?” Sooyun states, making him shot his head towards her in shock and confusion. “N-no, what are you talking about- Y/n I would never-“ “How do people know about all of this then? It’s told into detail, things I haven’t even told Changbin were exposed in that fucking clip. Explain that! I can’t believe this-“ Y/n cried out in frustration, feeling stupid for ever trusting him at all. “I should’ve known better.” “I’m sorry to say this Y/n, but Chan never seemed to actually care about you.” Sooyun snarled.

“Haven’t you said enough.” Y/n hissed to the girl in front of her. “I’m just saying, Chan never stood up for you whenever someone talked trash about you. We went on dates together and the things he said about you weren’t pretty-“ “Hold on- I never said anything-“ “But you never argued against them either, if you really cared about that poor girl, you would’ve defended her, wouldn’t you?” She said, trying to hold back a smirk as everything seemed to go just as she wished. “Y/n, please, don’t believe her.” Chan begged. “No, she’s right. Months ago, you wouldn’t even look at me, why would you now. I can’t believe how foolish I am to believe you.” Y/n sighed, she felt betrayed and just couldn’t look him in the eye right now.

She quickened her pace and ran out of the building, Chan was about to follow her, wanting to set things right, because this sure as hell wasn’t. He was held back by the same girls, who tried to make him seem that she wasn’t worth it and whatever filth they were trying to fill his mind with.

Y/n had been running for over thirty minutes by now, her hood covering her face as she made her way across the city. Her bones hurt, her arms felt like they were being ripped open as she rushed through the crowd, bumping into people constantly and receiving dirty looks from them as she ran past them.

She didn’t know if it was because they might had seen the video, or if they already knew her by her old reputation. Y/n finally made it to the parlour and stormed inside, completely ignoring Hyunjin who looked at her shocked when he saw he walk in. “Y/n, where’s Chan? Shouldn’t you be at school- what’s wrong? Are you crying- Y/n!” He called after her as paced to Changbin’s wing of the parlour. He jumped in surprise when he heart the curtains being ripped open. The smile on his face quickly dropped when he saw Y/n’s broken state and he rushed to her side to hold her close but carefully.

Her body being like glass to him that had been shattered too many times, put back together and on the edge of being broken again.

“…I never should’ve trusted him.” Changbin understood in-between the sobs that came from Y/n. “Who? Who hurt you? What’s going on? Why aren’t you with Chan? What happened?” Changbin had held Y/n face into his hands as she kept on crying, the tears rolling over his tattooed hands. Y/n murmured in-between her cries the explanation of what happened at school earlier.

Changbin was furious, he was planning of giving Chan a piece of his mind, he didn’t care that he was at school or at home, this was just sick. But for now, he needed Y/n to calm down. He felt her heart racing through her chest as he held her close. He sat her down and hugged her as she rubbed her back. The pain she must be feeling right now were probably unbearable, so he sussed her to sleep and asked Hyunjin to keep an eye on her as he went out to look for Chan.

Changbin didn’t had to look for long to find Chan as he was at home. Changbin rather punched the door than knocked, before the door swung open. “Bin! I’m so glad you’re here! I can’t find Y/n, I’ve looked everywhere-“ Chan was cut off by a punch that was thrown to his jaw and he stumbled back into his apartment. Changbin followed him in and grabbed him by the collar before throwing another punch to his ‘friend’s’ face. “What was that for!” “Who the fuck do you think you are Bang Chan! What is your bloody deal?” Changbin yelled as he shook Chan in anger, still holding him by the collar. “She went to you, didn’t she?” Chan asked, feeling slightly relieved.

“She did, and I’m glad she did. She came to me crying after all this time. Do you know when the last time was when I saw her cry?” Changbin snarled. “Never, because I don’t make her cry Bang.” “Listen! It’s not what you think! I’m being set up!” Chan cried out. “Sure you are, is this why you want Y/n to be with you these past few weeks. You never like her anyway. Y/n always complained about this vice president who just couldn’t stop harassing her with harsh words and nasty looks. Why should I believe you? I bet you wanted to ruin her all along-“ “I never- no, no! That’s not true!” Chan yelled.

“There’s no reason why I should believe you over the girl who has come crying to me, spilling her heart out on how everyone hates her again.” The fight went on for longer, they exchanged punches and eventually they were panting as they stood in front of each other again, yelling at one another with a black eye and bleeding lips.

“And who the fuck do you think you are! You act like you’re the only who cares about her!” Chan yells. “Well I do care about! I actually do and I show it! I have her trust unlike you!” “What do you think you’re her boyfriend or something?” Chan yelled. “Why do you care? Are you in love with her or something?” Changbin snarled back, leaving Chan stunned in silence.

The silence said enough for Changbin to figure out how it is. “What, you think you can fucking do this and confess your love to her right after-“ “I told you already that I’m being set up!” Chan yells in anger. “Sure buddy, at least she trusts me. You know she does. She comes back running to me every time you mess up. And how many times have that been by now?”

Chan was still panting, but he didn’t know what else to say. He messed up a lot. He wanted to make everything right, but this just made everything worse than it should be, he didn’t understand how this all happened anyway. His mind was blurry and he was confused, because he had his priorities set on Y/n.

“Changbin please-“ “Do you really think I will bring you to her? To break her heart once again after you had your way with it. To ‘confess’ to her and play games with her mind again. I thought not so, buddy.” “Changbin please, I do-“ “I bet I could confess to her right now and she would be with me. I’ve been her friend for the longest time, my parents already thought it would be time for us to step it up. People already think we’re a couple, why not put the title on our relationship?” Changbin snarled.

“Maybe, I should just confess my love to her.” Changbin added as he almost threatened Chan.

Chan felt his heart break and he dropped down on his knees. The tears were flowing down his cheeks and soon past his fingers as he hid his face in his hands. “Bin, please. I love her so much. My heart is in constant pain because of her. Not because she hurts me, but because she has been so good to me. She’s so different, so special. I-I don’t know how to describe it. She’s breath-taking, she’s so much more I could ever wish for in someone. My parents want me to be with a snob rich kid, who only cares about her reputation and the numbers on her bank account. They want me to think about my status and push my feelings aside. I can’t help it Bin, I love her. I love her so much. The past month I’ve felt so free with her. She has no expectations for me, she doesn’t expect me to pay for everything. She always fought me whenever I did, she’d argue with me that she could buy things herself, because ‘she’s an independent woman’.” Chan chuckles as he leaned back on the couch behind him.

“My parents don’t like her, because they can’t see past her appearance. It’s sad. They don’t experience, they don’t see the beauty that she carries. She’s so kind, she’s funny, she makes my heart race and make me do dumb things. Like, skipping school to go on a trip. I have to say that it was the best day of my life, that’s for sure. I’m just an idiot for being such a fool.” Chan cried out.

Changbin sighed as well and sat down next to Chan. “I had a feeling you might’ve been in love with her.” Changbin admitted. Chan looked surprised to his side and eyed Changbin, who ended up bursting into laughter. “If you keep asking about her, then you aren’t playing it off to well mate.” Changbin chuckled, causing Chan to blush.

“Let me tell you another thing about Y/n. You’ve got to know her well up until now and apparently you did a pretty good job doing it since she opened up to you. If you want her to like you, the way you like her. Just be there for her and support her through her hardships.” Changbin’s words causes Chan to burst out in tears again. “I tried! But I keep messing up. I fucked up so many times, where I knew I should’ve been there for her or should’ve stood up for her, but I didn’t.” Chan cried out.

Changbin sighed and got back on his feet. He offered his friend a hand and Chan smiled as he took it. A couple minutes later, they were cleaning their wounds and kept talking together. “Chan, how did you end up in this mess?” Changbin asked softly. “I don’t know man, first thing I know is that I was smiling and laughing with Y/n, then next thing I know. I’m being ripped away from her by some other kids and following that, Y/n running away from the scene.” Chan sighed. “Y/n is really worn off, she ran all the way from school to my parlour. Eyes red from crying and in a lot of pain, I thought her wounds weren’t healed yet.” Changbin states. “They aren’t.” Chan cried out in frustration, guilt and sadness taking over his body.

The boys were interrupted by Changbin’s phone, Hyunjin had texted him. Saying that he had brough Y/n to Changbin’s apartment due to her request.

Chan read along with Changbin and was glad that Y/n was safe.

Changbin sighed once again after pulling his hoodie back over his head, done with cleaning his wounds. “You need to fix this, I don’t know how or where to start, but you need to.” Changbin states. “I know.” Chan let out a whimper, feeling like crying again. “Hey, it will be alright. I’ll make sure she’s okay and I’ll help you figure this out.” Changbin promises. “Really? Aren’t you mad at me?” “I am still a little fired up, but something isn’t right. I can feel it. Besides, I can tell you truly feel for her, I appreciate that you opened up to me.” Changbin voiced in honesty. “So, you aren’t going to…” “No, I’m not going to confess. I was just furious in the moment. I’m sorry.” ��No, I am. Thank you Bin.”

When Changbin arrived home, he went to look for Y/n. He panicked a little when he didn’t find her in her room. He ran to his own room, only to find Y/n sound asleep on his bed, Gyu tightly wrapped in her arms. He sighed in relieve and went to lay next to her.

A couple days later, Chan went out for a walk. His jaw still hurt from the punch, he well deservingly, got from Changbin the other day. It was already late and it started to get dark outside. Chan mindlessly revisited the spot where he and Y/n had their first ‘date’ together.

Memories flashed beyond his eyes as he saw the exact spot where they took pictures together. He couldn’t help but smile to himself as he remembered the way she laughed at his lame jokes, how she lit up when she ate his food and enjoyed each other’s company. He remembered holding her in his arms as they danced slowly in the middle of the park, not giving a damn if someone was watching.

His pleasant revisits of memories were cut off by the slurs of a drunken man who wandered around the park. Chan ignored the man, not wanting to be involved into any type of trouble. Unfortunately, the man thought otherwise.

He started to yell and shout around and eventually his eyes caught Chan and decided to stumble his way, rather quick, towards him. Chan noticed the bottle of liquor and a piece of paper in the man’s hand as he caught up to Chan. “You,” the man started. Chan wanted to gag by the disgusting smell of alcohol filling his sense that came from the man. “You look familiar kid.” The man slurred. “I’m sorry sir, I have no idea who you are.” Chan said quickly whilst his eyes looked for someone to help him, but no one seemed to be out at this hour.

“You! You’re this kid!” The man slurred out loudly as he waved a paper, which seemed like a picture, into Chan’s face. Chan’s heart dropped when he recognised the picture. It was a picture of him and Y/n from their first date. “Y-you’re Y/n’s father-“ “I sure as hell am! And you are the piece of shit who brought me into that hell hole! Taking my daughter away from me and daring to involve into our businesses!” The man screamed as he dropped the paper and filling his hand with the collar of Chan’s jacket.

“Sir, please I don’t want any trouble.” Chan begged. “Too bad buddy. You shouldn’t have interfered into our business. You should’ve left your stuck-up ass in one of your little penthouses.” Chan to get away from the man, before anything bad could happen. But Y/n’s father’s grip seemed to be stronger than he thought. “Sir, please let me go-“ “Nah, I have to show this rich city boy what the consequences are like when you ruin my life.”

Chan closed his eyes shut and prepared himself for what was coming, only remembering a piercing pain and darkness taking over him.

“Y/n, Y/n wake up.” Changbin yelled in a whisper as he shook her awake. She groaned in annoyance and pushed him off. “Just five more hours.” Y/n groaned as she hid her head under her pillow. “Y/n it’s an emergency, Chan’s in the hospital.” The words made Y/n shot up. She felt confused, because she didn’t know how to feel about him at the moment, but something inside of her told her to go. “Put on a hoodie and let’s go.”

Y/n and Changbin arrived at the hospital, only to see Chan’s parents and siblings in their pyjama’s as they waited nervously. Chan’s mother was hysterically crying, Lucas and Hannah were tiredly sitting back in their seat, pacing back and forth in anxiousness.

Y/n made eye contact with the mother who immediately pointed violently to her as she started to cry out to her. “You! This is your fault! You’re the reason he’s in the hospital isn’t it?” She yelled as she was being held back by her husband, who quickly argued against his wife alongside the kids. “Honey, this isn’t her fault. The doctor said Chan was attacked by a drunk man.” “D-do you perhaps know what he looked like?” Y/n asked carefully. “No, but he’s send back to rehab, apparently he escaped somehow.” Chan’s father explained, causing Y/n to stumble back. “Y/n, you don’t think that your…” Changbin whispered, not daring to finish his sentence. “I-I hope not. If he has found Chan, he could find me-“ “I wouldn’t let that happen Dumpling, you know that. You’re safe with me.” Changbin assured as he hugged her, whilst they all waited for the results from the doctor.

Which finally came in after forty minutes of waiting. Hannah and Lucas had fallen asleep, too tired from waiting since it was quite late already. “…your son will be fine mister and misses Bang. I do have to inform that he apparently has been hit by a glass bottle and is unconscious right now. We don’t know when he will wake up, but we are sure to keep a close eye on him. You can see him now, direct family first please.”

Y/n could hear the worried cries from his parents coming from the room as she and Changbin still waited. Changbin voiced that he felt guilty for beating his friend up. Y/n admitted that she didn’t know yet how to feel about Chan yet. If she even wanted to be there, especially after what Chan did to her. “Y/n, I understand that you have hard feeling towards him right now, but do consider that there is something wrong. Something just doesn’t add up.” Changbin states, setting Y/n to thinking.

Days had passed and Chan still hadn’t awakened from his unconscious state. She had seen how hard it had been for his parents and she truly hoped that Chan would wake up soon. Y/n also had been thinking about what Changbin had told her the other day, but it just makes her even more confused than that she already was.

‘He’s so nice, he has been for the past months, why would he do this?’ She questioned herself as she walked towards the hospital, wanting to visit Chan. ‘Chan hasn’t always been nice to me though, why would he become nice to me all of the sudden? Was it an act since he was forced to tutor me? Or did he actually mean everything he said- this better not be a fucking bet or I will throw him back into his hospital bed as soon as he’s able to leave it.’ Y/n growled in her mind as she now stomped her way to the hospital.

“Y/n, calm down. There must be something going on, like Binnie said.” She said to herself, before she took a deep breath and entered the building.

When Y/n arrived at Chan’s room, she wasn’t surprised to see his mother there. She had been staying there for the past couple days, not wanting to leave her oldest son alone, especially at a time of vulnerability. She shot Y/n a side eye when she entered the room.

“Hello misses Bang.” She said politely as she bowed for her. “Y/n.” She sighed as she focused on her son again. Y/n looked at the monitor that kept track of his heartbeats, which seemed mostly steady. “How is he doing?” Y/n tried to ask, but not receiving an answer from the woman in front of her.

Chan’s mother would sigh after a period of silence and turn herself to Y/n with a serious look on her face. “Don’t you think you’ve done enough.” She sighed, causing Y/n to become angry. “I’m sorry, but I’m tired of this. With all the respect, but you keep pretending as if this is all my fault, when you sure as hell know that it is not.” Y/n snapped. “If my son never interfered with you and your issues, none of this would’ve ever happened.” She cried out in frustration. “First of all, Chan and I were both forced together by our principal who made him tutor me. And besides that, don’t you think I know that. Because my drunken dad had to escape and somehow find Chan, he’s hurt. Don’t you think that I think this is all because of me? If you don’t you are pretty dense.” Y/n snarled.

“I think it’s time for you to leave.” His mother said calmly as she took her son’s hand into hers. “Fine, I’ll go. But I just want to make sure that you know that, Chan means a lot to me. You’ve raised one hell of a son. He’s absolutely amazing. He’s sweet, caring, charming and humble. You re lucky to have a son like him. I know you don’t like me ma’am, I’m aware of it, but I love that guy. So much. I don’t even know what to do with my feelings since I know you would never accept me and my ‘issues’. Everything I’ve told you and your family is true ma’am and Chan helped me through a lot of them. And I love him for that, more that you could ever know.” Y/n said as tears stream down her face. Both of their faces turned to the monitor when Chan’s heart skipped a beat, before Y/n continued to rant.

“I know I’m not perfect and that I never will be, that’s why I respect your request and I’ll leave as soon as I’m done ranting, but just know this ma’am. There’s much more to me than the tattoos and old stories that belongs with my past. He was focused on who I am today and saw good in me. Something not a lot of people notice in me.”

Chan’s mother looked at Y/n stunned and surprised. She would’ve never guessed such meaningful words coming out of Y/n’s mouth. She gulped loudly and tried not to show how Y/n’s words had moved her to tears.

“I’ll get going then, goodbye ma’am.” Y/n whispered, before she bowed and left. Her heart aching as she just admitted to someone other than herself, her feelings for Chan.

During her rant the two women didn’t know Chan could hear everything the two said. He felt like he couldn’t move, his body was numb and uncontrollable. His heart sped up in panic when he heart her leaving.

Before she exited the room, he could make out a whisper. “No… stay…” His mother, who was now alone with him again in the room, shot her attention to her son, who also managed to squeezed the hand he was holding slightly. His mother thought he was talking to her, when in reality Chan was begging in his mind for Y/n to come back. For her to confess her love to him over and over again, that’s all he wanted to hear. He wanted to see her again, he wanted to tell her that he loved her too.

“Don’t worry Channie, I’m right here.” His mother said as she kissed her son’s hair. Chan was glad she was there, but all he wanted right now, was Y/n to be by his side.

His mother knew better though. She knew the words were meant for Y/n. She had observed her son and had of course seen the pictures of the two in Chan’s room when she went to bring him his freshly washed clothes. She was shocked at first to see her son and this trouble maker of a girl together, but she couldn’t lie to herself. She saw how happy her son seemed with Y/n. She has at least never seen pictures of Chan and Sooyun together in Chan’s room.

That was one of the moments where she realised that Y/n was something special that Chan was planning on keeping close to his heart. When Chan brought Y/n home almost every day, she started to feel scared and thought that her son might take things too fast and he should reconsider his other possibilities.

But it seemed like Chan had already made his choice. She brushed her son’s hair as she looked down at him and knew that he had it all figured out already.

Well, most of it.

After calling in sick for a week at school, she was now forced again to attend classes. And yet again, there were students blaming Y/n for Chan’s injuries and him ending up in the hospital. Y/n had been doing quite well with ignoring all of them.

“I’m surprised you aren’t put in jail yet. That’s where you belong.” “Don’t say that. You’re insulting the prisoners when you compare them to that.” Another girl said as she nodded toward Y/n, laughing annoyingly right after.

As Y/n had been continuing to go to school, everything seemed to go downhill for her. The three boys couldn’t seem to cheer her up. They did manage to make everyone back off and leave her alone, but it wasn’t enough for Y/n.

She looked so depressed and it broke their hearts. They were confused as well, but they knew this wasn’t the Y/n they had always known. The Y/n they knew was strong, independent and could shine as bright as the sun whenever she was happy or in her own habitat. The Y/n who sat in front of them was laying her hear on the table as it rested on her arm. Her glow seemed to be gone and they wanted nothing more than to fix it for her.

One day, Y/n would call in sick anyway, saying that her body still hurt too bad, making up the excuse or else the school wouldn’t let her stay in. Changbin didn’t know this and was surprised once again to see his best friend arrive at the parlour. Hyunjin noticed Y/n gloominess and called Changbin in as soon as he could.

Changbin’s heart broke and brought her to his wing where they could talk. Hyunjin decided to give the two some space and went out to do so. “What’s wrong?” Changbin asked carefully as he took her hands in his. “I-I can’t do this anymore Bin.” She sobbed in front of him, her body shaking from exhausting, not only physically but also mentally.

“W-what do you mean? Please Dumpling, talk to me.” Changbin’s voice was shaking in fear as he suspected the worse. “I don’t want to go on Bin, I can’t do this anymore. Everyone hates me. Everyone is against me and I’m ruined. Why does everyone hate me? Why always me? I hate myself so much Changbin. Chan is in the hospital because of me, my dad is in rehab and was probably looking for me. He hates me as well. Maybe I should listen to everyone and just-“

“Don’t you fucking say that!” Changbin yelled out as he stood up with tears streaming down his face as his heart broke, piece by piece. “But Bin-“ “No! I won’t let you. I will fucking end myself if you ever try to end your life! You don’t want that right?” “That’s just mean Bin.” She whispers whilst looking up to him with tears-filled eyes.

“And this isn’t? Think about how much pain I’d be in if you ever leave me. I was already in so much pain when I was in Japan and I couldn’t be with you. Fucking hell, I even hired Felix to keep an eye on you, because I needed to know how you really were. Please. I love you, you’re my best friend. I can’t live without you, you’re my better half, you’re my partner in crime and I can’t afford to lose you. Besides, I know there is someone, who I can’t name, but this person loves you so much. I can’t even explain how much this person loves you. Please Y/n, will you promise to stay?” Changbin cried out, causing Y/n to cry out as well.

Changbin sat down next to her and brought her into his arms as they cried their hearts out together, “I’m sorry Binnie.” She sobbed into his shoulder, hugging him tighter. “It’s alright Dumpling, you’re safe as long as you’re with me. And I promise you. I’m not going anywhere.”

Meanwhile, at the hospital Chan had finally awaken to everyone’s joy. He groaned out loudly when he opened his eyes for the first time in days. His head was pounding, his chest hurt and he felt a weird tube in his nose that he assumed was to feed him, so he wouldn’t die of hunger. He couldn’t remember much, everything seemed like a vague dream.

His mother would swaddle him as soon as the doctors said she could, after they had finished their check-ups. “Where’s Y/n?” He’d ask eventually. “Goodness dear, think about yourself for a second. You’re the one who’s hospitalized.” His mother argued as she tucked him in. “Mom, seriously, how is she.” When his mother chose to ignore him, he got mad. “Just forget about her Chan, think about your health.” She scoffs, only making Chan angrier. “No! I’m done with you and dad always deciding for me what to do or who to be!” His mother was surprised by her son’s reaction. “All my life you have been planning my future, not even giving me a chance to think or speak for myself! I’ve always pleased you! By winning all my competitions I attended, all my grades are better than others. You made my life an actual competition and I’m done with it! I get that you want me to think about myself, but from now on I’m done listening to you two. I have a voice of my own and I won’t let the two of you decide for me anymore. I’m a young adult for God’s sake!” Chan exclaimed in frustration.

“I get that you and dad are looking out for me, but once I fall in love with someone, I just feel like you want to ruin that for me. Because you want me to be with a shitty snob who only cares about money and her status. I have better things to do than think about the numbers on my bank account and how my hair looks. I want someone who’s interesting, who has a deep personality, someone I could talk to in the middle of the night about anything and everything.” Chan sighs as he sat back, looking away from his mother as he tried to calm down.

His mother knew her son was right and sighed as she tried to stroke his cheek in comfort. “We’ll talk about this at home, okay?” “No! Stop ignoring this! You know I’m right!” Chan yelled as he sat up. “Channie, please lay back down.” His mother almost begged. “All I’m asking was how she was! I get that you hate her, but just answer the bloody question. I already have no idea what the hell happened to me. I only know the things you all told me and I don’t know who to believe anymore! She hasn’t visited me at all and that might be my own fault, but she’s still healing mom. Someone needs to help her out. I just want to make sure she’s alright, okay.” Chan cried out.

His mother sighed and stood up and left the room for now, knowing Chan needed some time alone. She saw how upset he was, almost heartbroken that she hadn’t visited him. She couldn’t help but feel guilty for sending Y/n away every time she came to visit him.

Chan laid back in his bed and he felt like crying. He was just so worried about her. He couldn’t help it. Eventually Chan would realise that she would be safe at Changbin’s. He sighed and felt envious that he was able to be with Y/n, whilst he was stuck in his hospital bed. Chan would look to his side and pick up his phone before he scrolled through is gallery. Deciding to revisit the happy memories before he fell back asleep.

“Chan, Channie wake up there’s someone here to see you.” A familiar voice woke him up before he fully opened his eyes, unsurprisingly his mother came into his vision. Still feeling angry with her he turned away from her, causing her to sigh. “Fine, you don’t have to look at me. I guess I deserve that. But at least look at her when you talk to her.” She mutters, still pressing a kiss on her son’s hair through his protest.

Chan looked away from his mother to see Y/n standing at the end of his bed, a small smile plastered on her face as she looked at him. She looked better, still tired and a little bruised, but her wounds definitely healed well. Chan was startled at her presence and shot up in his bed. Feeling a little embarrassed as well since he probably looked like a mess. “I’ll be down in the cafeteria if you need me.” Chan’s mother states before she exited the room, leaving Chan and Y/n alone.

Chan tried to find the right words to say, but was quickly interrupted by the tears that suddenly flowed down Y/n’s face. “Hey, hey! What’s wrong?” Chan asks as he mentioned to her to sit beside him. “I’m sorry, none of this would’ve ever happened if-“ “No, don’t cry. This isn’t your fault.” Chan assured as he brought her in his arms. “But-“ “No buts, this isn’t your fault, none of this is. I’m fine Sunshine, I’m not going to lie, I missed you.” He chuckled, causing her to burst out in laughter as well as she tried to stop her crying.

“I missed you too.” She pulled away from him and caressed his cheeks as she looked at him. “Are you okay?” She asked him as she realised that she was actually with him in the hospital. “I am, don’t worry. I’ll be back on my feet in no time.” He chuckled as he leaned into her hand affectionately, also couldn’t help but feel like she was the cutest being in the world right now. “How have you been? Do your arms still hurt?” Chan asks as she inspected them. “They healed well. Felix and the others have helped out a lot. I owe them one, I promised them to make them something ‘scrumptious’ when everything calms down a little.” She said with an awkward chuckle, but was surprised to hear Chan burst out in laughter.

“Where did you get the word ‘scrumptious’ from?” He wheezed. “Trust me, ever since you’re gone, Jisung and Minho have been fighting on who is smarter and they had this vocabular battle. I picked up some of the words after laughing my ass off.” She giggled. “I’m glad they’re good to you.” Chan sighs in relief.

“I’m glad too.” Y/n said before the two sat in silence for a period of time, not later being broken by Y/n who nervously asked Chan what happened to her dad. “I heard that he was brought back to rehab, but a stricter one with more security and supervisors.” “I-I’m scared Chan, I know he was looking for me. I-I should’ve been more careful, you wouldn’t be in pain right now.” She cried again. “Don’t cry, you’re safe with me. I promise.” Chan whispers as he hugged her tight.

She relaxed into his touch and buried her face in the crook of his neck. He had his hands on both of her cheeks and she leaned into his touch, just like he did minutes ago. She was stunning to him, even if she had cried her eyes out only seconds before. Chan felt like he had to tell her, it was now or never. He sat up and leaned closely towards her as he kept staring deep into her eyes. “What?” She giggled in a whisper, feeling flustered by the sweet smile he was sending her.

Chan’s heart was racing, the words were on the tip of his tongue and he felt like he left his sanity and mind in cloud nine. “I like you.” He whispered. Y/n was taken back by his confession and leaned back in surprise, looking at him in expectation of him to tell her that he was joking. “What?” She asks him again. “I like you Y/n. I’ve had feelings for you for some time now.” He admitted with a smile plastered on his face.

Y/n’s heart was racing, but unfortunately not because she was happy. “Don’t say that. Don’t say things you don’t mean.” She stuttered, feeling her heart increasing beats per second. “What do you mean? Y/n-“ “I have to go.” She murmurs as she got off the bed, anxiety overtaking her esteem as she picked up her pace.

A nurse had walked in the middle of the scene, obviously not knowing what was going on and was surprised when she saw Y/n run past her, out of the room. Chan was ready to jump out of bed and run after her, but the nurse had other plans. She ordered him to get back into bed since he wasn’t fully recovered yet and it could do major damage to his body.

In the cafeteria Chan’s mother spotted Y/n running through the building with tears streaming down her face. She got up and wanted to catch up to Y/n, but she was too quick and eventually disappeared in the crowd. She hurried to Chan’s room where she found her son crying. She asked him what happened and Chain explained through his sobs that he had confessed to Y/n. Chan felt heartbroken and confused.

“I don’t get it mom, why would she react that way?” Chan sobbed softly as he looked at his mother with big, teary eyes. “I don’t know honey, maybe she’s scared. She has lost quite some loved ones already. She might be scared to have her beloved close in her life. We don’t know honey.” She mutters as she rubbed her son’s back.

Chan immediately felt a wave of guilt washing over him and started to cry out harder. “I should’ve been more sensitive. I didn’t realise that. I should’ve been more careful.” Chan cried. “There, there. Don’t worry love, the two of you will be fine. I know you will. Besides, you have always been caring, especially towards her. From what I’ve seen?” She chuckles. “She will turn by honey, trust me.” She added, before pressing another kiss on her son’s head.

She knew that Y/n felt the same way as the son did, but it wasn’t her job to tell him that.

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