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thewinchestah · 3 months

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"PREY" - Alastor x reader fic

Pairing: Alastor x Fem!Reader

Tags: One-Shot, 18+, Smut, NSFW, edging, begging, overstimulation, Alastor does what he wants, there's plot if you squint really hard, alastor in heat, breeding kink, degradation kink, praise kink,

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Word Count: i lost count. it's big.

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A/N: Helloooooo!!! I write a lot but i never publish it! My lovely friend and also biggest inspiration for this fic @smallershorteranduncut ordered me to post this and i'm nothing but her loyal servent! I hope you guys enjoy the fruits of me writing 10 google docs pages today while i was enraged. Also english isn't my first language, no beta we die like men here yadayayfayada! enjoy <;3 (UPDATE!) Part 2 is now up!

Everything about the Radio Demon seemed to be designed to make you desire him, want him. Many times in ways you weren’t even ready to admit to yourself. You haven’t been in Hell long, that’s true. But ever since you manifested here you felt like someone had picked your brain open to make Alastor the perfect bait to lure you into even more sinful, sinister paths.

He had an inexplicable magnetism around him, a piercing presence that made your eyes stuck on him when he worked a room. He had you bewitched and you hadn’t share more than polite pleasantries with each other since you became a guest at the hotel.

Today, again, you were transfixed in his gaze. Sitting in the corner of the hotel lobby, trying to make your embarrassing attraction to him go unnoticed while Alastor waltzed across the room explaining more of his wicked plans to Charlie. God, how you wish he had his wicked way with you.

He seemed more… on edge today. His red eyes glowed a little brighter, his nostrils flared a bit more, static filling the room more often, he was smiling with almost barred teeth, and everyone seemed to be avoiding him. Even Charlie was trying to politely dismiss him, the general feeling of uneasiness inside the hotel just growing larger when Angel stationed himself near your little corner of the room.

“Don’t go near that creepy motherfucker today, he’s about to lose it.” Angel alerted, almost whispering, a pair of his hands making the “crazy sign” near his head

“Isn’t he always creepy and about to lose it?” Husk added, staring at the exchange between the radio demon and Charlie.

“I’m telling you toots, I know that guy definitely isn't normal, but today he is borderline a mass extinction event. I swear, he’s just waiting for someone to give him the excuse” Angel replied, confirming your suspicions. Something was off.

“Uh. Well, about that, I think it’s time we rescue Charlie”

As if on cue Charlie turned to the corner of the room, gesticulating really hard to be taken away from the small commotion her conversation with Alastor was becoming.

“Hey Charlie, do you remember that thing with the hotel’s… personalized stationery you asked me to help you today? Let’s do it!” Said angel gently guiding Charlie away from the Radio Demon.

“Guess that’s my cue Alastor! Greaaaaat chat! As always! Have a nice day!! Byeee!” Charlie’s overly chirpy tone giving away her uneasiness.

Suddenly it felt like all the air was taken out of the room. Alastor’s neck turned into an ungodly angle, his eyes narrowing in suspicion. Static grew around the group, almost suffocating. As your vision went blurry from the sheer power that was being evoked, you contemplated if there was another afterlife. Preferably one where you didn’t inherit a death wish from your previous ones.

And as quick as it started, it was over.

Alastor just said a creepy “hm” turned on his hell, and walked away.

It almost felt like it was all in your head, but your friends standing perfectly still and dead silent next to you gave the reality of the situation away: everyone just had a near death-death experience. Maybe it would be a good topic for Charlie’s bonding exercises, who knows with this place.

“I told ya’ll. Mass. Extinction. Event. Stay out the psycho’s way”

Angel’s voice became background noise in your head, your eyes focusing on the spot where Alastor just threatened everybody’s life without saying a word. As the voices dissipated around you and normalcy slowly returned to the hotel, your mind sank deeper and deeper into the mystery that was the Radio Demon.

They were so oblivious, so naive. Thinking he wasn’t listening what they said about him behind his back. Thinking he was unaware of him being the topic of the discussion when he wasn’t looking. He could bathe in the smell of their fear, and he was relishing it.

Alastor stared at the new pretty little thing that arrived at the hotel. Oh how pathetically sweet and innocent she was, thinking she was being subtle about her infatuation with him. Thinking she could hide her interest in him, when she was nothing but a doe caught in the headlights of his eyes. Oh, she was just the perfect prey for him, wrapped in this lovely red bow she wore on her hair.

Angel was right, he was just waiting for an excuse, and she just offered him one on a silver platter. And alastor was everything but a coward.

You cursed a little bit louder than you intended when you saw the blood dripping from your finger. “Stop. making. a. spectacle. of. yourself” you mentally screamed. You still could not figure Charlie’s “special stationary stapler” out, so stapling your finger was bound to happen.

Even though it was not much, the silly little cut was stinging like a bitch, and your best efforts to stop the bleeding were futile, considering the mess on the hem of your skirt. Still high on the adrenaline from earlier, your shaking hands searched for something, anything to put on your finger so you could continue your work without anyone noticing. Everyone already had enough for one day, it was fine.

“My dear, did you just hurt yourself?” Alastor’s voice invaded your ears. Oh, fuck. That’s it, he was going to murder you for being so incompetent with the damned stapler.

Turning to face him, you meet his piercing gaze, not sure if you should run and scream for help. “Oh no worries alastor, it’s just a small cut, i can manage!” you give him your most confident smile.

Alastor’s head tilts, eyes burning red as he watches the small droplets of your blood make their way down your index finger.

“Nonsense, I can't have my staff running around with injuries and bloodied clothes. We are in hell, but we are not savages, dear” He seems transfixed by the blood, and you are too scared to move, too scared to anything other than hold the weight of his gaze and hope for the best. Your lizard brain is screaming for you to run, ask for help. Maybe Charlie isn’t too far away, could you make a run for it? Somehow your survival instincts override your brain, maybe all those hours watching true crime back on earth weren’t in vain, and you decide against running. Let him initiate first.

He catches your wrist, trapping it inside his deadly claws. His face, towering over you, comes all the way down to inspect the offending finger. You can feel his breathing on your skin.

Your breathing stops. You swallow an imaginary lump. He’s gonna bite off your fing-

“Would you be a doll and let me take care of it? Blood being unnecessary wasted truly abhors me”

You must have said yes at some point, you don’t really remember, now you are holding the red handkerchief he handed you, answering his request to “please follow him”. Trailing behind the Radio Demon, both of you walk through the large corridors.

This might be the time to scream for help. the voices inside your head warn. With every step of his feet you hear his microphone going tsk tsk tsk where it touches the ground. You are walking the death row, the paintings on the wall chanting “dead woman walking, dead woman walking”.

“Keep pressuring the wound darling, we are almost there” he gently commands you, too gently… it feels almost… soft, pleading. The way Alastor goes from 0 to 100 is giving you whiplash.

He slows down, reaching for the door knob of an unknown room. Ever the gentleman, he gestures for you to enter first.

the door locks behind you.

if i’m being murdered, at least i’m being murdered with class.

“Don’t be silly, I’m not going to murder you” Alastor says, almost singing the last part of the sentence.

“Oh fuck, i said that out loud, didn’t I?” you blurted out

“Yes you did. And yes, I also noticed your lovely doe eyes on me every time i’m in the room”

Your brain short circuits. That 's it. You are dead. He’s not going to murder you (apparently), but you are going to die of embarrassment. It will feel like murder. He knows, fuck, he knows. He knows about your crush (?) and he’s going to drag you for it. You are going to be so dragged the angels will pity you and bring you to heaven. A creative way to be redeemed, Charlie should know about this. Your thoughts are going downhill as a big snowball, there are too many of them and you can’t follow a single coherent train of thought. You don’t even want to know how you look in the middle of this. You must look pathetic, truly like a doe caught in headlights. And then you hear your name once.

Twice now, in a sing-song voice.

Your eyes fly open towards the sound, breaking from the anxiety induced spell as you realize the Radio Demon had just called you, by name. He knows your name???

“Ah hahah! You’re back.” Alastor says, as he starts to circle you like a predator. Your eyes, as always, follow his across the room.

“I don’t like to repeat myself, little doe. You heard what I asked?”

Again, you don’t really remember answering, your brain is going AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA as you watch him pace around you, eyes burning red, demanding your attention. Teeth slightly barred, voice on the edge of something. Was that “X” on his forehead always there?

“I asked if you know what you are doing to me” static fills the room as he finishes speaking. Alastor’s clawed hand trapped your bloodied finger dangerously close to his grinning lips. Your brain is doing flips as he stares deep into your soul, and when your thoughts land you make the connection. Alastor is horny. Alastor is horny for y-

“You see, little doe, I know what your eyes hide when you desperately lower them everytime I come near you. I know how you feel you can hide in plain sight if you stay quiet enough. But I can taste it. Your fear. Your lust. In the air. In your blood.” He has a white knuckled grip on your wrist now, same with his microphone. You lower your guard, eyes going from startled to lustful. “Good thing right now there’s nothing more i want in this godforsaken pit than your lust, pet”

You want this. There’s no point in lying to yourself. You want Alastor to fuck you. You’ve fantasized about the Radio Demon taking you more times than you can count. More times than you would like to admit to yourself. This feels deeply wrong, but you crave it.

Fuck it, you are in hell, there’s nothing to lose. Alastor is still watching you, impatiently. For the first time today you realize you actually forgot to say something. He’s waiting. Alastor is waiting for your permission.

“Take my breath away, Alastor”

Your permission might have been really loud, it felt like you were screaming the words. But you can’t be sure, it might have been a whisper. Either way he didn’t miss it, what happens next is fast, angry and delicious.

Alastor pounces and licks the blood on your finger, something clicks inside him as he tastes the red liquid, because he lets go of his microphone instantly and his arms grab your waist aggressively, so forceful you wouldn’t be surprised if it breaks skin. You shouldn’t be so turned on by this, by the sight of a psychopathic demon drinking your blood. But you are, and there’s no going back.

“Strip” he orders. You want to say to him that you can’t take your clothes off your person with him holding you like this. He must have realized the conundrum: if he wants you naked, he has to let go of you. To Alastor, letting go of you right now is simply unthinkable. So he doesn’t: you feel his claws cut the bodice of your dress open, sending the most delicious shivers down your spine. Another claw rips your skirt apart, and you are almost fully naked in the Radio Demon’s arms, pressing your body hard on his still impeccable dressed body.

It’s humiliating, it’s dangerous, it’s hot, it is delicious, to be at his complete mercy, just how you always wanted.

Somehow both of you made your way close to the enormous bed in the middle of the room. Alastor cornered you, so the only way you could escape was walking backwards towards the bed. The brilliant bastard.

You feel your calves hitting the edge of the bed, and Alastor breaks away.

Pity, your mind complains. Get him back to touching you again. right. now,.

“Now now, we should establish some rules for this, pet” Alastor’s hands might have stopped touching you, but his piercing eyes never did. He knocks you on top of the bed, you lay there sprawled open just for him. His hands move up to do a quick work of his bowtie

“Rule one: you will take what I give you. Nothing more, nothing less. What I give you is enough. You might feel like you can’t take anymore, but you can. You will take it, I will make you take it” He takes his tailcoat off, his frame towering over you, even with your body completely flat on the mattress and his in front of it.

“ Rule two: every ounce of your pleasure is mine and mine only. Mine to give, mine to take. And you will give me everything. I want to hear every sound, to feel every touch, to know every nasty thought that runs inside that pretty little head of yours. You will not suppress anything, I wanna hear your moans when you make a mess of yourself as I take everything I desire from your delicious body. I will relish on your desperate screams of pleasure.Nothing outside these walls matter” He is climbing on the bed now. You hold the weight of his gaze, underneath your demonic lover’s eyes your skin burns.

“Rule three: don’t you dare cum without my permission, good girls earn their orgasms and you will be a good girl. Or else…” static starts to pick up around the room, you are seeing the blackest black that ever was, his shadows enveloping you both. Nothing outside these walls matter. “Understood?” Alastor says as he pins your hands on top of your head, against the fancy headboard. His hand cups one of your boobs and he is worrying your nipple between his sharp claws. finally finally, your mind sings. You feel a surge of magic binding your wrists in green chains, attached to the headboard. It’s overbearing, it’s ridiculous. His magic feels like him, another part of him for you to take.

He pinches your nipple particularly hard and you moan softly, pleasure and pain consuming any other sensation. You forgot to answer him, you realize. You’ve barely started and you are already being bad. “yes alastor, yes.. but please don’t stop” the soft whimper leaves your lips.

“lovely.” he replies, and with that his mouth is on your nipple, sucking it while he administers his wicked ministrations to your other one. His sharp teeth prickling on the edge of breaking skin, and you already feel like you won’t be able to take all of him.

His hand trails down to aggressively grip your thighs, his tongue sucking the neglected nipple his fingers left. Your moans become frequent and messy, if he’s already making you go insane with the beginnings of foreplay... You might pass out and die when he starts fucking you, but you don’t care. Let him show you the true meaning of la petite mort.

“My my, what do we have here” his hand leaves your thigh to trace the wetness of your panties. A clawed finger rips it apart, the last barrier between you and total consumption by the Radio Demon. He takes the finger between your glistening lips, not entering, just teasing

“I don’t think i will get enough of this pretty little body of ours anytime soon, pet” he says as his finger finally enters your sex, He moves his digit with an expertise you didn’t really know he had in him, making you whimper his name, ooohs and aaaahs, your hips start threshing from the pleasure. If you continue at this pace, you will be begging for permission to cum too soon. Pathetic. you think to yourself. Because you know how hard this building orgasm will be,you don’t know if he will grant you more than one orgasm. And will you murder you yourself if you don’t feel his cock inside you tonight. You take a deep breath in between your moans and will your hips to stay in place, your nerves to calm down.

Alastor adds another finger, and it takes all of your willpower not to become a puddle of wetness right there. You bite your lip so hard you taste blood.

“you do make a mess of yourself, don’t you? you just can’t help it” he says as he curls his digits inside you. Your hips start thrashing hard again, and you sink them deeper into the bed. The chains on your wrists shake with the effort to hold back. As if alastor wasn’t going to notice. “no no no what did I say?” he snaps angrily, he’s eyes flash red at you and he takes his fingers out with a wet “pop”, you feel like crying at the emptiness. “please please alastor, don’t stop” you plead. His hands leave you entirely, you are left with just his piercing gaze, the one that makes your skin burn. “did I say you could hold back? don’t pretend like you aren’t a common whore for me, that you love how pathetic it feels that you are creaming yourself and we haven’t even really started”

his condescending tone just makes everything even more sublime. It’s so wrong how good being told you are nothing more than a common whore by the Radio Demon feels. But you never felt anything close to this. “please Alastor” you beg again, nothing but a small whisper

“I would love to taste this pussy, so red already for me, but since you broke one of the rules… i’m afraid I will make you understand that are nothing but my pretty cockslut the hard way”

Punishment? His punishment sounds ever better than his praise right now. You moan at his voice. He laughs.

His knees cage you, as he lifts his upper body from you and starts undoing his zipper. He is taking his cock out. Oh fuck, he’s gonna fuck you without anymore foreplay. And he’s not going to be gentle about it either. You shiver.

Alastor pumps himself a few times, his cock is big, thick, and an angry red shade, flush red like that, because of you, just for you. He’s gonna make you pay: pay for holding back from him, pay for making him feel like an animal and almost losing his hard constructed control.

The look on his face says it all, he’s gonna take it out on you and you can’t do nothing about it.

You don’t have much time to think about the repercussions, in one swift motion his tip is already inside you, stretching you deliciously. Your brain short circuits again, the feeling of his cock inside you is everything you imagine and more. Depraved, heavenly, delicious. You struggle in your binds again, you want desperately to touch him. To feel his skin beneath your finger, to scratch him, mark him. But oh well, he’s the Radio Demon, he’s the one in charge and you are his prey.

Alastor starts to slowly enter you, he’s trying his best to hold back. He knows if he does this too fast it will hurt in a way he doesn’t want you to feel. And by the look on his face going slow is as torturous for him as it is for you. tantalizing inch after tantalizing inch he spreads the walls of your cunt apart. You understand now why this is punishment, it hurts in a perfect way, it hurts even more that he is doing it slowly, and not just thrusting like you imagined he would, if he had more time to work on you.

You become a mess of moans and incoherent words. His cock is halfway inside you now “HoLY FUCK ALASTOR” you scream. It’s already too much.

“There’s nothing holy about this my dear. I’m going to breed you. I’m going to break you” and with that he buries himself to the hilt inside you. Now you truly scream in pleasure and pain “you won’t be able to walk straight for days, you will feel me in every step, and you will thank me for it”. His thrusts pick up at breakneck speed, the bed shakes from the sheer force that Alastor is using to fuck you. Every snap of his hips you moan more and more.

The sound you make when he takes everything out and enters you at once is so obscene that it would make Angel Dust blush. He’s growling now, his antlers growing bigger as he fucks you like his life dependend on it. As he fucks you like he hates you.

Alastor pushes your hips higher, and suddenly he’s even deeper. His other hand holding your waist in a bruising grip. The strain on your pinned hands will bruise too. His lips graze the skin of your collarbone, he looks so feral you are scared he will maul, the thrill of not knowing adding to your fucked up sense of pleasure.

He seems to pick up on your fear, and bites down on your collarbone, hauling as he tastes your blood and buries himself inside you again and again. Moans turned into screams, and the only thing coming out of your lips is his name, spoken like a profane prayer. You would give everything you have to Alastor, and he doesn’t even have to ask.

Your orgasm has been building for a while now, the coil on your belly becoming tighter and tighter, like a supernova about to be born. “Alastor, please please let me come” you beg. His unfocused eyes stare down at you, as he takes a moment from feasting on your sweet blood to address your desperate, sweet pleas.

“Don’t. You. Dare” he says, punctuating every word with a sharp thrust. As much as you want, you are not sure you will be able to hold any longer. “I beg you alastor, please let me cum, i will let you do anything you want. but i need it so badly, please please”

You sounded so desperate when you begged, so beautiful.

“Don’t strike deals you don’t know you can fulfill, pet” his voice is low, a warning. You ignore it. “I promise Alastor, anything”. Alastor laughs.

his finger touches your clit as he finally allows your sweet relief ��you may come now, sweet doe” and that’s it, you are off, you are dead. You see stars, you see the entire universe as you scream out and climax. Walls tightening around Alastor’s monster cock, eyes rowling, his name a scream on your lips. You ride out your wave slowly, but Alastor is not slowing down.

Instead he is picking up his pace, maneuvering your hips even higher, your chains are stretched to the limit. You can feel them start piercing your skin. Thrust after thrust the sensation becomes too much, you are too overstimulated to go through all of this again.

“i can’t take it, i can’t take it!”

Alastor doesn’t care. “I told you not to make deals if you can’t hold them, didn’t I?” You don’t answer, you can’t. you can’t to anything but let him fuck you as hard and as much as he want. “but you are such a little cockslut for me that you can’t help it. What a shame”

He is gripping your hips so hard it breaks skin, tiny trails of blood on his claws. “you will take it. You better take it, or I will make you take it” static picks up as he threatens the last words. You know you are spent, you know how bad it hurts, you know how bad his words sound, but the lines between pleasure and pain are so blurred that you can’t think coherently. Even this pain of being broken feels good.

Still, tears fill your eyes and you start crying, from pleasure, from pain, you don’t know anymore. What Alastor is doing to you has no precedent. No one can do this like he does. He knows torture too well, and he is tortouring you in the most decadent, delicious ways possible. “alastor i want to, i want to so bad but i just can’t” the tears sting your eyes and stain your face.

Alastor sees it. He slows down just a bit, his voice softening “oh my dear doe, but you can. Just this once more, just for me. One more” his voice is so maddening soft it acts like fuel to your tears. Your skin tingles and you feel giddy, somehow your throbbing hot, wet cunt seems to find the right amount of relief, and you can feel only pleasure again.

Alastor continues to fuck you, your moans returning to normal, you are being so loud now, making a mess of yourself, just like he said, and a big hand comes to cover your mouth.

“Oh we can’t have you being this loud can we?” his voice goes to that delicious mocking tone. His thrusts are slower now, but as deep as they can go. “what would you friends say if they found out that you moan like a common whore for their feared radio demon.. hum,.?”

You start to feel the pit of your belly tightening again, and alastor doesn’t stop humiliating you. The degradation feels just the right amount of perfection. You are exactly what he says you are. A common whore when it comes to him. “weren’t you ashamed just a few moments ago? trying to hold back the sinful sounds you make when I touch you? I already gave you one orgasm. I’ve been way too generous for my liking. I should stop right now since you feel so conscious about this” Alator’s breathing is becoming erratic, his thrusts sharp, hard, and out of the breakneck rhythm he was torturing you before.You start moaning even louder through his hand. “ungrateful little pet. You are just so greedy for one more orgasm, you don’t even care that everyone downstairs can hear you hm??”

You can’t think straight. you feel on the edge of glory, this orgasm threatening to be harder than your previous one, as if it is possible. “alastor i’m so sorry, i know i don’t deserve it” you muffle behind his hand, he hears you speaking and takes if off “but can you please let me cum? just this once? just for you. Please Al” his thrusts are truly erratic now. He’s close too, even though you are too wrapped up on your own sensations to notice

“please” you beg, nothing more than a whisper. Already making peace with the fact that you are going to come without his permission and he will probably never fuck you again

“Good girl, you can come now”

instantly as you are granted his permissions your world explodes, blinding hot pleasure takes over your body, the waves of pleasure making your heart beat so fast you feel like it’s going to stop. The petit mort is coming, and her sweet embrace envelops you, specially now that you feel Alastor’s cock twitching and spilling his seed inside you. You scream his name. Maybe you hear him screaming yours too. You don’t know anymore, your nerves are singing from pleasure unheard of back when you were alive. Pleasure so great it could only be found in hell. The most heavily, depraved way of torture.

You come down from your high, still dizzy, your body going limp. You are not dead, but you are positively spent. You give in into the warm and fuzziness of sleep.

The last thing you remember is the softness of a blanket, a gentle kiss on your cheek.

“Oh my dear, I knew you had one more on you,spending yourself this way just for me! What a truly precious thing, doe”

You might be dreaming now.

You weren’t dreaming. Alastor praises you, knowing his words will be the last thing you hear before a night of peaceful, deep dreamless slumber. He makes sure to put the softest velvet blanket he owns on your body, not to make the damage you gladly allowed your body to take for him an inconvenience. Tomorrow you will wake up to fancy letters of praise and sweet chocolate covered strawberries. And no one will know how Alastor found the perfect doe to breed as he pleases during the height of his mating season.

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sixosix · 11 months

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cw injuries, desc of blood, scara patching reader up, profanity bc its a sixosix fic AND it’s scara, wc 500

for @scarahearts the craziest scara main

“so annoying,” wanderer hisses under his breath, cursing again. his breath is on your skin, almost as scorching as the scowl he’s wearing. “infuriating. is your hobby getting on people’s nerves?”

“is your hobby degrading your patients?” you retort, then yelp when he tightens the bandage a little too hard. “ow— fuck you!”

he smirks smugly at your defeated glare, but it fades quickly and back to a frown when blood seeps from the cloth.

you murmur and fidget, “sorry for inconveniencing you.”

his gaze snaps up, sharp. that was probably the wrong thing to say.

“thanks for helping me…?” you try instead. he rolls his eyes.

wanderer stares at your plastered arm for a moment too long, eyes tracing the curve of your elbow, where blood is seeping and staining the once beige bandage dirty red. he then sneers, a snarl of teeth; you can almost see in his eyes where he’s replaying the exact moment you were picked up and thrown to the ground.

you almost want to say that shouki no kami did the same thing to you (read: the balladeer himself), but you have a feeling that those canines aren’t for show, and he’ll end up biting your arm off or something.

you’re startled out of your skin when he suddenly grabs your chin with his hand, rough and demanding you to get a clear view of his displeased expression. ...and yet the grip he has on your injured arm is gentle. a mess of contradictions, a push and a pull, a scowl and a brush of skin—hate, and love.

“when will it get in your fucking head—” he enunciates each word by pulling you closer and closer to him, until your faces are a heavy breath away, “—that you have travel companions for a reason? am i just for show? a doll for you to show off?”

instinctively, you back away, a little bit of fear racing in your heart at the familiar hostile face he’s making. “it’s not that! it’s— i wasn’t— thinking.”

“right. because nothing ever goes in that pretty little head of yours,” wanderer muses, readily agreeing.

“hey,” you fume, face burning.

“you disagree? prove me wrong, then.” he still doesn’t let go of your face. and although puppets do not need to breathe, there’s warm air shared between the two of you where his lips are in close distance with yours. “prove to me that you aren’t forgetting i can fight just as well as you. that i am completely capable of protecting myself and you.”

“that’s not…” you want to say that your little incident didn’t involve any of that, but his gaze is fierce. you realize that it may not be your intention, but it might be what came off to him. “...okay.”

after a beat, you add; an afterthought, “you don’t have to protect me. you saw that i was able to beat their asses easi—” at his unimpressed stare, you correct yourself, “—with a bit of slipping here and there. still, i won.”

“not without an almost severed arm.”

without thinking too much about it, you say, “let’s protect each other, then.”

surprise flits across wanderer’s expression before it settles into something like muted satisfaction. “don’t make it a promise, so you can’t break it.” it’s the closest you can get a ‘yes’ out of him.

im gonna be honest i dont know where this came from like i literally tokd myself if im gonna write a genshin fic itll be HEIZOU. but this bitch held me hostage at 2am with a phone and google docs open — and then i made it happen fr for ellie cus we both lost our minds over the scara art in the 3.8 stream

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wonwoonlight · 1 year

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chocolate rum cookies | jeon wonwoo

➝ Wonwoo x Reader

➝ nonidol!au // friends with benefits to ?? // fluff // ...slice of life? // angst if u squint

➝ word count: 3.5k~

➝warning: no smut scenes but there are mentions of sex and implications of it so minor dni!! mentions of alcohol, food, curses. very self indulgent bc i write this for my birthday hehe. this wonwoo made an appearance <3

➝A/N: hi. so this wasn't exactly... planned. i was just randomly sitting down with my google doc open and suddenly i finished writing... this in one day. gotta say that, when you do write for yourself, it is much easier to write and it's been quite some time since i'm actually happy with what i put out. but also just to put it out there, this fic is actually finished somewhere before february ended but i decided to post it for my birthday because i did start writing it with the thoughts 'i miss wonwoo' and 'i kinda wanna post smth on my bday' so. enjoy. i'm happy to say i'm content with how this one turns to be. here's to turning 25 lol

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You hear the door open, signalling Wonwoo’s arrival, and when you feel his presence nearby, you don’t even look up from your phone when you say, “No.”

Wonwoo smiles in amusement, irking an eyebrow as he settles next to you. “I haven’t said anything though?”

“You’re gonna ask me out again.” You roll your eyes, already used to his antics. You don’t even pretend to care about his mock heartache anymore when he clutches his chest.

You’re not sure what Jeon Wonwoo has in his mind, but he’s been asking you out on dates everytime he sees you since last month. Problem is, you see him a lot. A little hard not to with the friends with benefits situation that has been going on between you and him for the last six months.

Even right now, you’re in his place. You’ve been here since almost half an hour ago, entertaining yourself as you wait for Wonwoo to get home because he’s out when you called, and when he said you’re allowed to use the access he’s given you some time ago, you decided to barge into his place like it’s your own.

You’re practically here more often than in your own dorm, anyway.

It almost feels like a second home to you.

But you don’t want to think too much about it. Not about the fact that you have access to Wonwoo’s place. Not about the fact that you’re basically exclusive. Not about the fact that you talk to him practically everyday.

Nope.

“You don’t even pretend to consider it anymore.” He sighs, and you hate that you can’t tell if he’s joking or not. You’ve been telling him to cut it out, but it surely doesn’t look like he has any plans of listening to you. “Here, I got this for you.”

Now that catches your attention, and you actually jump a little on the sofa before you take the small package, take Wonwoo’s face in your arms, and kiss him square in the lips as a thank you.

“You won’t go on a date with me but will kiss me over some cookies. Nice,” he grumbles, though the grin blooming into his face when you pull away betrays him.

Clutching the cookie into your chest like it’s the most precious thing in the world, you regard him with stars in your eyes. “Where did you even find this? I’ve been looking for this forever and I couldn’t find it! I don’t even know the name of the shop that sells this?”

“I’m just capable like that.” He shrugs like it’s nothing, telling you he was out with a friend and the packaging looked familiar so he got it just in case. You’ve been telling him about that craving of yours, a chocolate rum cookie that some random classmate offered some time ago–one that is so good but you don’t know the brand, only remember the flavour and the packaging.

And you can’t even ask that classmate again because she was an exchange student that you’ve only spoken for a total of two times in your life, and she has returned to her country.

You don't even know her name.

“You have to tell me where you got this.” The packaging just has to be so empty; a very simple but elegant design that doesn’t state the shop’s name whatsoever.

“Mmm. Perhaps if you say yes I’ll bring you there.”

“No.”

“Hard pass then.” He chuckles and messes your hair. “Eat. I’ll buy you some more if you’re a good girl.”

The innuendo is not purposeful on his part, and it’s two seconds later that he realizes what he’s just said and he cringes so hard that you laugh, because as much as it’s physical between the two of you, Wonwoo absolutely abhors that particular… moniker. It’s always been an on-going joke between you two, and you laugh some more when his frown deepens, launching yourself into his lap and peppering kisses on his jaw.

“You want me to be one?”

“Shut up.” He grunts, though his arms wrap around your waist anyway and he bends his neck to give you more access.

“I can be if you want to, you know?” You whisper against his ear, not missing the way his hold tightens around you. You’re suddenly very aware of the fact that the only thing separating you and him is the clothes you’re wearing.

“Shut up.” He repeats and kisses you some more. When it gets almost hard to breath, he doesn’t forget to get the cookie out of your grasp and carefully places it on the coffee table before hauling you up and carrying you into his room, your squeal and laughter echoes throughout his empty apartment.

You don’t get to eat your chocolate rum cookie until later that evening, already showered and dressed in Wonwoo’s oversized hoodie as you cuddle into his chest with a movie playing in front of you.

[✾✾✾]

You don’t know what’s taking Wonwoo so long, but he’s already fifteen minutes late without any text messages so you decide you’ll just get some drink first and let loose. He’s probably going to be pissed because he’s never liked it when you go to a bar by yourself (something about men looking at what’s his, whatever that means) but whatever, it’s his fault for being late and you’re currently not relaxed enough to wait for him by yourself in a place full of people.

The whiskey burns your throat in a pleasant way, though now that you think about it, you shouldn’t have drunk everything in one go when you still have moments to spare as you wait for Wonwoo. But, then again, you can always just order more.

You’ve never been to this bar before, but after hearing how good the vibe is from a friend, you decided to go to check it out. Clubs have never really been your style–people are way too drunk and the music is too loud.

Your friend is absolutely correct when she said you would fit right with this particular bar; there are just enough people for it to be crowded but not really crowded that you get dizzy. Plus, the music is up to your taste and you find yourself nodding to whatever’s playing in the background as you scan through the sea of people while you lean on the wooden bar.

You were just about to order again when someone joins you by the bar, a tall, handsome man that doesn’t look sleazy at first glance. And he’s offering to buy you a drink. You subtly try to check him out; this guy is definitely taller and bigger than Wonwoo, though he doesn’t look harmful and he doesn’t look like he’s hunting for prey. His smile when he offers to pay for your drink looks… honest, if anything. The guy doesn’t even look flirty. Perhaps he thinks you’re interesting and are in need of some company.

The side of your lips lift in an amused smile, Wonwoo will be pissed as fuck if he finds out, but do you care? No you don’t. You’re not going to turn down free drinks from a handsome stranger that doesn’t look dangerous.

“So how come you’re by yourself?” He bends to your height, not too close that it makes you uncomfortable, and just enough for you to hear him over the music. “I’m Mingyu, by the way.”

Hmm. Handsome and with manners.

“Why do you want to know?” You answer with a teasing smile, sipping on your cocktail. Mingyu laughs when you say you’re not telling him his name, if only because he hasn’t earned it yet, and you’re pleasantly surprised when he says it’s understandable and he’s glad you know how to play your cards. “What about you, why are you by yourself?”

“Eh. I just feel like drinking tonight and you seem to be someone who doesn’t mind talking to strangers.”

“Ouch. Is that how I look like? Easy?” You pretend to be offended, and it’s almost cute how Mingyu laughs yet again and rephrases his words. If this was you six months ago, you’d definitely flirt with him and eat up everything that comes out of his mouth, perhaps you’d even end up going back with him. The guy is handsome and you can actually hold conversations with him, which is already a very big difference compared to a lot of guys that have tried talking you up in places like this.

But alas. Your eyes twinkle as you catch the figure of the man who’s the exact reason why you’re not flirting with Mingyu making his way towards you, why you don’t feel the excitement that used to rush through your blood at times like this, and why ‘handsome’ is the only thing you think of Mingyu even though he seems much more than that.

You don’t care enough to think about Mingyu in different aspects.

The way Wonwoo immediately grabs your waist is almost funny, and you have to actually bite your lip and clutch the cocktail glass between your fingers to stop yourself from grinning. “I’ve been looking for you.”

“Your boyfriend?” Mingyu asks goodnaturedly–almost concerned, even–making sure he’s not some random guy who’s grabbing you without consent.

“Yes.” Wonwoo almost growls, and you have to plant your palm on his chest to calm him down, telling him Mingyu is harmless even though your ears are heating up from his word. You’d need to get back to that boyfriend thing later.

Mingyu sends you a look, and you’re absolutely, thoroughly would’ve swooned if you’re… uh… single (you are) and you’re not seeing… anyone (huh?). But you send him a smile, an actual smile this time, and you nod before you tell him it’s nice meeting him.

Wonwoo refuses to look at the interaction, but you can tell that he’s more relaxed than he was seconds ago and his grip on your waist is now replaced with his thumb caressing you through the material of your dress.

Would it hurt to push his button one more time?

“Hey.” You call to Mingyu once again when he’s about to leave, making both guys turn to you in confusion–Wonwoo more so in betrayal–and when you tell him you’d love to see him again someday and finally tell him your name with a wink, Mingyu gets exactly what you’re playing at. Another laugh bubbles out of his throat and he returns the gesture with a ‘have fun!’ before making his way out of your sight.

“What the fuck was that?”

It’s not often that Wonwoo curses, and you know you’ve pushed just enough of his buttons for him to react this way. If anything, though, adoration fills your chest and you have to physically hold yourself back from squeezing his cheeks.

“What? You were late and he accompanied me. Nice guy, right?” You try to play innocent, placing your glass on the bar and turning in his arm to face him. He looks especially nice today, with his hair styled a little and a denim jacket that you haven’t seen him worn before. You can feel your heartbeat picking up the longer you stare at him, and you don’t register what’s coming out of his mouth because you’re lost in your head.

Your eyes fall to his lips, and it’s when he clicks his tongue that you finally look back at him, eyes meeting his in mock innocence.

“You’re not listening to me, are you?”

You shake your head to confirm his suspicion. The guy can't even get mad at you even if he wants to.

“So.” Wonwoo raises his eyebrow in question, urging you to continue. “Boyfriend, huh?”

Wonwoo opens his mouth to say something, but you don’t give him room to talk more because you already dive into his lips, your palms on his shoulders and his arms wrap around you once again–probably muscle memory at this point. There’s no rush in this kiss though, you really just feel like kissing him and you do exactly that. Wonwoo doesn’t seem to mind either, because his lips chase yours when you’re about to pull away.

“Won I–”

“Hmm?”

“I need to–”

“Mmm.”

“Need to–”

“To what?” He finally pulls away, annoyed that you keep on trying to pull away. Even in the dim lighting of the bar, you can tell that he’s a little flushed too and there’s something about it that makes your heartbeat speed up once again. Were you two just… kissing in a public space for no reason at all?

“Need to breathe, baby.” You finish your sentence, suddenly shy now that you’re looking at each other. You dive into his neck before he catches your embarrassment though, and he simply chuckles before he takes a sip of your drink, whatever annoyance in his chest from looking at you and Mingyu, whoever that guy is, disappears just like that.

God, it’s not funny how whipped he is for you.

“What are you doing tomorrow?”

“Nothing.”

“Let’s go on a date.”

“Not a chance.” You beam, though you reject him with a kiss on his cheek and you tell him to finish your drink because you don’t feel like being here anymore. You won’t let him ponder too long on your rejection though, your fingers caressing his neck and your lips finding his ear. “Actually, let��s go back to your place. I don’t have anything to do tomorrow.”

Wonwoo shudders a little at that, still not used to the way you’d get vocal about what you want when you’re tipsy. That’s your code of saying you want to have rough sex all night–or however he would have you, really.

So Wonwoo finishes your drink in one go and grabs your hand to pull you out of the bar, missing the way you exchange grins with Mingyu as you accidentally catch his eyes before you exit the place.

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“You know you’ll spend less money if you just tell me where to buy these cookies?” You pout, still trying to get it out of him.

He doesn’t relent though, simply shrugs and places your hot chocolate on the table. “I don’t mind buying you things.”

“But whyyyy.” You whine, crossing your legs to face him on the sofa.

“I told you I’d bring you there if you go on a date with me.”

You stare at him, mind wandering to how easy it is for him to say this over and over again. You still don’t know why he’s suddenly so adamant about that, and while you actually do feel butterflies in your whole body everytime he does it, sometimes you wonder if he’s just messing with you.

Does he really mean it?

But if he does, wouldn’t he eventually be done with you because you keep on rejecting him?

But if you say yes and he’s actually just joking–what does that make you?

What if you try it out and it… messes things up?

You’re happy with whatever you have with him now, and you trust each other enough to know you are exclusive. Is there really any need to put a label between you two?

“Hey, you okay?” He asks, snapping you out of your daze.

“Huh. Yeah, sorry. You were saying?”

You see the way Wonwoo presses his lips together and you can tell the gears are turning in his head. But he beats you to it before you can ask, and your heart breaks a little at how soft he sounds.

“Am I making you uncomfortable?”

“What? No!” You sit straight, taken aback from the sudden turn of the conversation. “What makes you say that?”

Wonwoo sighs and repeats his words. But he faces you this time and, for the first time since he asked you the question he’s been asking you the past few months, it’s obvious how unsure he is, as if he’s suddenly questioning himself on what he’s been doing.

“Am I making you uncomfortable by asking you out on a date?”

“Oh… Wonwoo…” You take his hand, your desire to comfort him bigger than anything. You don’t like seeing him like this, and as much as your own thoughts have been haunting you, you suppose you do need to talk about it one way or another. “No, you’re not. But… Can I ask you something?”

He doesn’t answer, but you take the way he squeezes your hand as a ‘yes’.

“Why?”

He doesn’t seem to get your question, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. “What do you mean why?”

“Why do you suddenly want to date me?”

It’s almost comical the way he blinks slowly, then repeatedly, like he doesn’t get why you’d ask that. He thinks carefully before he says his next words though, and he mentally winces at what he’s about to say but there’s really no other way to say it.

“We’ve been… sleeping together for, like, six months.” He starts, and his face contorts like the words personally offend him. But the more you listen to him talk about all the things you’ve been doing the past few months, how you’re basically a couple without the title, the more you feel both warm and afraid about however this talk is going to end.

You don’t realize you’ve been holding his hand tighter, but he doesn’t say anything and you realize how protective you actually feel of Wonwoo because it doesn’t sit well with you that he seems to consider himself so small.

“It’s not… sudden. I’ve just finally gathered enough courage to ask you.”

“I’m afraid.” You throw it out there the moment you open your mouth, not sure how to tell him except to just go straight to the point.

“Of what?”

“Falling in love.” You cast your eyes down to where your hand and his are joined. “Of being attached to you.”

For a moment, the air around you seems to tense ten-fold that you’re sure you can cut through it with a knife. But when Wonwoo doesn’t say anything, you brace yourself for more honesty and continue.

“I’m… already attached to you more than I thought I could be with anyone. And it scares me sometimes. What if you leave me? I think I’d be able to cope better if you decide to end things with our current… relationship than an actual one. It scares me.”

You feel his hand letting go of yours, and you panic that he’s finally had enough, but he cups your face in his palms to calm you down, and as much as you’re anxious, you can feel yourself calming under his gaze.

“If you want me to be honest, I think I already like you more than whatever you probably feel for me.” He smiles so softly you almost cry. And when you’re about to refute his words, he gently places his finger on your lips to keep you silent. “And no, that’s not something I want to debate with you. I’m fine with liking you more. I want to like you more than you like me. Will you let me do that?”

You open your mouth to say something–anything, but nothing comes out except for your tears so you simply nod and fall into his embrace. Your tears dry up almost immediately after that, but you sniffle a little as his words echo in your mind. Wonwoo probably doesn’t know what he’s talking about, because you’ve liked him for as long as you can remember. Probably not long after you started your deal with him.

He doesn’t know how you melt every time he takes care of you. How you’d try to stay awake longer after he falls asleep after another night of passionate sex, his arm over your body and your back against his chest, just so you can pretend it’s real between you two. How you’d remind yourself that it’s not real when you wake up in his place even though you’d still drag yourself out to make breakfast for him, willing your heart to calm down when he wakes up moments later, hugging you from behind even though you tell him to move away.

You probably already love him more than he can imagine.

“What are you doing tomorrow?” You ask once you’ve calmed down, getting out of his embrace to look into his eyes.

“Nothing. Why?” He tilts his head, a little confused at the sudden change of topic.

“Let’s go on a date?” You ask shyly, though your eyes immediately cast downwards again once you realized you can’t handle looking him in the eye as you ask him this. But that’s why you missed the way his face blooms into a grin, missed the way his eyes suddenly twinkle brighter than every single star in the universe combined. “I think you promised to tell me where you buy those cookies if I go on a date with you.”

He laughs at that and throws his arms around you, so tight that it hurts a little. But you don’t say anything, happy that you’re here in his arms and a little giddy now that everything’s out of your chest.

Wonwoo pulls away and cups your face once again, then searches for something in your face before he closes his eyes and gives you the softest kiss you’ve ever experienced in your life. A promise. One that says he’s not going to leave and he’s going to try his best to remove every single doubt you have in your mind.

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A/N 2: and for my birthday wish, hopefully i'll get to see you even once in this lifetime.

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Hello, Sunset - 6

AN: This is my longest chapter to date. I really suck at writing dialogue, which is just my real life awkward self presenting in fiction. I would love to hear what people think about this chapter or just the story in general. Need some inspiration as I'm stuck on the next chapter. The writing gods have left me and there's a metaphorical brick wall between my ideas and the blank Google doc ... PAIRING: Seungcheol x fem!reader GENRE: exes to lovers, idol verse, angst WORD COUNT: 4,650 WARNINGS: reader has anxiety and depression, swearing, mentions of alcohol Text in blue is spoken in Korean.

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1 December 2023 - 6 January 2024

There wasn’t really any time for melancholy, not for Y/N. She wanted to wistfully brood about her 10 days in Asia and play the nostalgic CARAT post concert, but the end of the year was relentless. Y/N travelled back to Tokyo the very next day to catch her flight home to London. She used the weekend to reset her body clock and catch up on her emails before she was back at the office on Monday.

By the time she landed in London, her episode on Amazing Saturday had already aired. She didn’t think the episode would have a huge audience. She had hoped to make an impression on the Korean audience but wasn’t expecting to suddenly be trending on Naver or anything. She had turned off the airplane mode on her phone whilst briskly making her way through the long route from the gate to baggage collection. It was a good thing her phone was silent as suddenly the notifications piled up. She opened up Instagram first as that’s where the most notifications were from and saw that Josua had tagged her on a post.

It was the second time he’d done that since they had met back in September. Then, it had been a picture they had posed together for a magazine at the Marni show. This time, it was a clip of her getting the one shot for getting the most accurate answer for the God of Music quiz. He’d captioned it to say ‘Thank you for answering SVT’s quiz, Y/N’. The post had thousands of likes already, including fellow SEVENTEEN members such as S.Coups, Seungkwan and Vernon. Her followers on Instagram had also increased, she guessed as a natural effect from this interaction. She was following Joshua already so she liked the picture and closed the app, too tired to think about her actions or do anything more.

The click clacks of her heels echoed as she walked the short distance from her cabin to the one of the Global HR Director and her line manager, David. Unlike the confident sounds of her footsteps, Y/N felt timid as she opened the door to his office once he beckoned her to come in through the glass windows of his office. David was not someone to mince his words or beat around the bush, especially as someone as busy and senior as he was in such a huge corporation.

Y/N walked out of his office thirty minutes later with relief. She’d need to talk to Sian and Emma first before she officially accepted his offer but she thought this was the best option for everyone without Y/N having to give up her career in HR completely. Her decision was solidified as she received positive response to her various promotion activities in Korea as they came out on broadcast and YouTube over the next few days. Sian and Emma began to receive interest from Korean shows and entertainment companies. The questions varied from whether she was interested in appearing on more shows to her plans on promoting in Korea and needing a local agency to support her promotions to even writing music for idol groups. Eun Ji was ecstatic at the idea of her living in Seoul and declared that Y/N would live with her. When she ran through her doubts of the move, Joshua reassured her as someone who had taken the same leap. Vernon and Seungkwan, who Y/N kept in touch with regularly since meeting them a few weeks ago, promised to visit her regularly so she wouldn’t be lonely.

By the time her slot at the Jingle Bell Ball was over a week later, Y/N felt fully confident in her decision to resign from her job in the UK and take the consultancy role. It offered her more flexibility whilst still allowing her to keep putting to use the qualification and skills she had developed over the past seven years. Her first focus would be working with regional leads in Japan and South Korea to support the planned restructures and optimise the local operations. She would be assessing the situation, proposing a solution and would oversee the implementation of it when it is accepted but won’t be the person delivering the change. She was actually excited to step out of her comfort zone and expand her experience further by dipping her toes into consultancy whilst putting to use her language skills in another country. It honestly felt like an offer too good to be true. It also gave Y/N time to prepare for her EP release that had been planned for the end of the summer and her European Tour that would kick off in the autumn of 2024. She hoped she would get lots of inspiration to write in the new environment.

Things moved quickly once she accepted David’s offer. A flat in Hannam-dong in Yongsan had been leased under her name by Emma. Whilst her company had offered to organise this for her, she had preferred to find a place that suited her specific needs and had negotiated with David so the company would contribute a fixed amount to the rent instead. David put her negotiation skills to the test but Y/N thought she handled it quite well. She had a decent deal by the end. She spent the next few weeks saying a temporary goodbye to her life in London, catching up with friends in between her end of year performance schedule. She’d gone from the one watching the countdown to NYE on BBC to the one people watched performing as the country counted down to the dawn of a new year. A few days later, she was back on a plane to Incheon, this time on her own. Emma wouldn’t be joining her in Seoul but would be making plenty of visits as needed. W Music had a partner in Seoul who would organise any assistance Y/N needed. Y/N leaned her seat back and gazed out of the window, taking a sip of the red wine the stewardess handed her earlier. She hoped 2024 would be a year to remember.

Current

Y/N had gone to bed immediately after her bath. The fight or flight response in her body had slowly disappeared until all that was left was exhaustion. She had dragged herself from the bathroom to her bedroom, not going through any of her night time routine but falling straight into bed instead. The blackout blinds in her room hid the world from her and equally hid her from the world from her. It was the Bank Holiday Monday so she had allowed herself to lie in and when she checked the digital clock on her bedside table once she arose from her deep slumber, she saw it was close to 11am. She decided it was time to face the world and couldn’t hide any longer.

“Alexa, open the blinds.” The automated blinds came to life and with a soft whirring noise, it let the sunlight into the spacious cream coloured room. Closing her eyes briefly to allow them a relief from the bright rays, she patted around the bed for her phone. When her attempts were fruitless, she sighed in defeat before getting out of bed to look around the room for it. Not seeing it anywhere, she slid her feet onto her soft slippers and moved to the living room. She had success as she found it face up on the sofa. She tapped on the screen to bring it to life but it didn’t work. Letting out a groan, realising the phone had run out of battery, she moved to the kitchen island and planted her phone on top of the wireless charger. Leaving it to collect power so she could turn it on, she used the time to make her morning smoothie.

Ten minutes later, she sat on one of the high stools by her kitchen island with a large glass of avocado and banana smoothie. She turned the phone on, making sure to keep it on the wireless charger. She saw that she had missed calls and clicked on the Phone app to see who had tried to get in touch. Some were older notifications she had dismissed like the missed calls from Sian and Emma. There were also recent missed calls from Rachel, Eun Ji and Joshua. Joshua didn’t normally call so she assumed he was concerned about her non-reply.

As she wondered if it was finally time to grow up and call Joshua, her phone began to ring. It was an unsaved number but Y/N recognised it straight away. It was an incoming call from SEVENTEEN’s main Manager, Shim Jae Hyun. He’d been the first person she’d spoken to after Seungcheol had sent her the text to break up and blocked her number immediately after. Y/N could still remember the pity in his voice as he’d told her that Seungcheol had informed him of the breakup, and had asked that Y/N not contact anyone related to himself. Y/N had responded with a distressed ‘I understand’ and had immediately cut the call.

Since then, she hadn’t spoken to anyone related to Seungcheol, including the members. Some of the members, particularly Vernon and Seungkwan, had tried to speak to her when they became aware of the break up but she’d already blocked them. The only remaining connection was Joshua and even then, she didn’t pick up or answer his calls. They hadn’t spoken since the day before the break up, when Y/N had called him from the airport to confirm she’s boarding and to ask him to check in on Seungcheol. Despite his persistent attempts, Y/N hadn’t spoken to Joshua since that day. He eventually gave up and stopped calling her and would send the occasional texts to see how she was, which she would read but not respond to. Seeing the two ticks to show she was reading it was good enough for him. It’s what he’d pleaded for her to do at the very least.

She assumed Jae Hyun-nim was calling due to the statement that had been published. She let the call go to voicemail and instead took a screenshot with his number displayed and sent it off to Emma and Sian, knowing one of them would contact him. She didn’t want to have a dialogue with PLEDIS or HYBE and Sian had stressed that everything should go through her or Emma. She put the phone back on the charging pad and returned to her room to pack her bag, knowing she had a flight to NYC that evening. Lily, Sian’s first assistant since Emma’s official promotion a year ago, had sent over the flight ticket details as well as some outfit options for Y/N to choose from her various interviews in NYC. Lily would organise it so any of the outfits Y/N selects would be delivered to the JW Marriott Essex House hotel in Upper East Side, where she would be staying this time. Normally, would have a longer visit and so would have gone for one of their long stay apartments but the impromptu plans meant she would be staying in one of Marriott’s hotels instead. The next few hours passed in a blur and Y/N found herself once again on a plane.

25 January 2024

The black Porsche Cayenne lit up as the engine turned on. The car was a Christmas present to herself and she’d be paying it off for the next few years but Y/N was in love. She loved driving and one of the first things she organised was to ship her car to Seoul as soon as she decided on her move and yet, it only arrived a few days ago. Y/N was excited to take the car for a spin, having been taking taxis whenever she needed to leave her flat. She’d spent the first week in Seoul setting up the place whilst staying with Eun Ji and had to then relearn her bearings when she officially moved in. The three weeks since landing in Seoul had been tremendously busy and Y/N was excited to have a night to relax and catch up with a friend. Joshua had returned to the country only a few days ago after wrapping up the last concert of the Follow Tour in Macau. The two had been keeping each other up to date on life but it wasn’t the same as talking in person. Their last meeting hadn’t been the personal catch up they had originally planned for so to have some time together where they could speak more openly was much needed.

Y/N arrived first at the Mexican restaurant in Itaewon and had immediately ordered some nachos for the pair to munch on whilst they caught up and debated what to order. She’d just taken a sip of her virgin Pina Colada when Joshua walked in. Y/N enveloped Joshua in a warm hug, and they stayed in the embrace for a few seconds, soaking in the comfort they gave each other. As they parted, Joshua grasped Y/N’s right hand tightly and shook it in excitement.

“I can’t believe you’re now living in Seoul!”

“Me neither, Joshie!”

He looked at her tenderly before letting go of her hand to ruffle her hair as usual. She’d given up dodging this move, knowing that it was his way of showing affection. She grinned at him, the smile stretching across her face all the way to her eyes which had shrunk to accommodate the happy expression. A waiter arrived with their nachos and the pair took their seats. Joshua ordered a Margarita. They spent the next hour catching up candidly with no inhibitions in between taking sips of their drinks and crunching on the nachos. They’d ordered more drinks and food, Y/N choosing to stay sober as she didn’t trust a stranger to drive her car. It was another thing for her to become accustomed to in time but she wasn’t quite ready for that yet.

Joshua was feeling light, having let off a load from his shoulders. He’d met Y/N at a time when he really needed a friend who was removed from his world but would yet understand his trials. They were less than six months apart in age but often, he felt she was the older one and by many years. Maybe it came from their different life journeys. They’d both had their own challenges to overcome and different demons to fight. She saw him so clearly that he often felt she was his soulmate, like a twin who shared the same heart and mind. Their closeness after such a short period led to misconceptions initially, even from his bandmates. He’d been asked if they were dating, Coups being the latest one to quiz him on this when he’d shared his plans to meet Y/N. Joshua shared this anecdote with Y/N, laughing without restraint at the idea. Y/N looked disgusted at the idea, wondering what was wrong with everyone. She begged Joshua to make sure he set everyone straight.

“Don’t worry, I told him you’re like a sister. Your bias won’t have the wrong idea, so don’t hurt your pea brain worrying.”

She glared at the teasing, huffing at the elder.

“Who’s the pea brain here! I’m not the one who mistranslated that time we were out …”

The banter continued, the two bickering away, fully immersed in their own world. It was nearing 9pm when Joshua received a call.

“Coups-yah. What’s up? Me? I’m in XXX restaurant in Itaewon with Y/N. Oh, you’re nearby?”

Joshua looked at Y/N with a sly smile as he hung up on the phone. Y/N was immediately on alert.

“What have you done, Hong Jisoo?”

“Where are your manners? It’s Jisoo Oppa!”

“Pfft. Manners, my ass. I know you’ve done something that’s about to piss me off. Out with it, Joshie. Don’t test my kindness.”

He shrugged and put on an innocent look, widening his eyes and shaking his head, saying he had no idea what she was talking about. She threw a fry at his face, unfortunately missing the mark widely. This made Joshua crack up in giggles and Y/N reluctantly joined in, unable to hold on to her irritation. Y/N was going to suggest that they call it a night and head home when the bell by the door jingled. Joshua, who was facing the door, stuck his neck out to see who it was and his eyes lit up in recognition. He waved his hand at the newcomer and Y/N twisted in her seat to see who it was. It was S.Coups and with him was Jeonghan.

“Did you miss me that much? You saw me only a few hours ago when we did the Weverse live.”

Joshua said to S.Coups as the 95 liners reunited in front of Y/N. The waitress arrived and relocated them to a bigger table at the back, hiding them away from the rest of the customers. As they all took their new seats, Y/N bowed at Jeonghan and S.Coups and greeted them. She asked after their health and asked if they’d eaten. S.Coups, who was sitting opposite her, nodded whilst Jeonghan responded, “Coups bought me an expensive dinner. I wanted to go home and rest afterwards but this guy-”

Before Jeonghan could finish his sentence, S.Coups began speaking. He asked about her move and if she was properly settled in her flat.

Y/N was surprised he knew the details and it must have shown on her face, as he felt the need to clarify that he’d heard from Shua. When she looked at Joshua, he had a devious smirk on his face.

“I didn’t know you paid so much attention to what I say, Coups-yah. Jeonghan-ah, did you know Coups paid this much attention to me?”

Jeonghan, who suddenly looked wide awake, seemed to have caught on to whatever track Joshua was on and enthusiastically exclaimed, “I didn’t know either, Joshuji. I don’t remember you telling us about Y/N’s move and this is my first time seeing you since you came back.”

Turning to his left, he questioned when S.Coups had heard the news. Y/N was a little perplexed about this entire conversation. She didn’t understand why it was such a big deal but she did realise that the angel, who was really a devil in disguise when he was up to his tricks, and his best friend were on the same page and up to something. It seemed that S.Coups had also sensed the danger and looked panic for a second before saying that it might have been Vernon who mentioned it, he couldn’t remember.

Feeling sorry for the man in front of her as he pouted, she decided to answer his question to move the conversation along.

“I’ve just about settled in and I was saying to Josh earlier that my car finally arrived so I feel like I’m finally set. I’m about to abandon all of it for two weeks though. I’ll be in Japan travelling to Tokyo, Sapporo and Okinawa for work from Monday onwards.”

S.Coups nodded again at her and gave her a thousand watts thankful smile. Y/N felt her heart stutter like her old car used to whenever she’d try to speed and the sem-automatic would whine as it stayed stuck in the lower gear. His smile was too blinding and Y/N had to avert her gaze to her glass, fiddling with the stem of it as she tried her best to calm the flutters.

“Oh, you didn’t tell me you were flying out so soon! We’re on holiday for the next few weeks so I thought I could show you all my favourite places.”

Joshua was disappointed at the missed opportunity. Y/N reassured him they had plenty of time and that she’d be back on the 10th. The group enjoyed a few more drinks and Y/N slowly loosened up as she got used to the presence of the others. She didn’t see Joshua as a member of SEVENTEEN on most days. To her, he’d become family and so she didn’t get the nervousness that she got in the presence of the rest of the members. Yoon Jeonghan was too beautiful to be real and it was intimidating.

And then there was S.Coups. Well, no explanation was really needed here. This was someone she admired and found attractive. It was just a celebrity crush, she’d thought. Although she had her head screwed on and knew what she saw wasn’t a full picture of any celebrity, with S.Coups, so much of it was real. She’d gotten to know him through Joshua and the couple of interactions they did have, she’d felt sparks. She knew it was all one-sided and with time, she’d get over it. But right now, she couldn’t be sensible about it. It was the way he would stare deeply into her eyes when she spoke giving his full attention, or the way he’d poured her a glass of water when he noticed her glass was empty, or even how the corners of his mouth would twitch in amusement whenever he caught her sneaking glances at him as Jeonghan told a funny story. She was deeply attracted to the man in front of her. His tight black t-shirt and rich perfume pulled her in. When she caught herself leaning forward one too many times, she knew it was time to go home. She pulled the typical I’m-going-to-freshen-up-but-really-pay-the-bill act and found herself scolded by a whiny Joshua as they all walked her to her car.

She saw the tired, droopy frame of Jeonghan and told them all to get in, saying she’d drop them off. They tried to refuse the offer but Jeonghan must have been really tired because he got in quickly after thanking Y/N. Joshua sat upfront and inputted the address for the dorm.

“Coups-yah, are you going to stay at the dorm tonight?”

It took a beat for S.Coups to answer and the others realised he’d wanted to return to the place he shared with his brother. He said he’d call a taxi from the dorm.

“I can drop you off, I really don’t mind.”

Y/N turned into the apartment complex that housed SEVENTEEN members. Joshua and Jeonghan got out of the car and S.Coups followed. He seemed to have a non-verbal conversation with Joshua before he turned back to Y/N and asked if she was sure. She nodded and smiled gently in response.

He lightly hugged the members goodnight before getting back in the car, this time in the front seat. Joshua called out for her to text him when she got home safely and then headed in.

“And then there were two.”

“Sorry?”

“Oh, sorry. It’s a phrase in English that people would usually say when a big group would suddenly get smaller.”

She explained as she manoeuvred out of her parking spot. She pulled off and started driving towards the main road as S.Coups set the navigation to direct her to his brother’s place. It was a 20 minute drive and Y/N told herself she can behave for that long. They drove in silence that had started off comfortable but soon became filled with tension till it was stifling. She cleared her throat and suggested that S.Coups put on music if he’d like.

“You can turn on the radio or you can use my Spotify. My phone is connected via Bluetooth.”

She quickly unlocked it with her fingerprint and gestured for him to take it. He’d looked slightly stunned at her nonchalance as she gave him access to her phone. He timidly took the phone from the stand it was resting on and scrolled through the app. In the meantime, it began to play from where she’d left off earlier. Red Velvet described the throes of a crush and the longing to greet them again through the song ‘Hello, Sunset’ and Y/N blushed as she listened on. How fitting that this is the song that plays, she thought. She saw him tap along to the music as he scrolled through her phone. Their journey was elongating thanks to the traffic that was building up as the Saturday night deepened. As the song drew to a close, he tapped on the song he’d searched for and Dino’s voice blasted through the speakers. How cute, she thought as she realised he’d chosen to listen to the maknae’s mixtape, ‘Wait’. He bobbed his head along as they listened. The car had come to a standstill in front of the traffic.

“I really love this song.”

“Yes, maknae did a good job.” The pride in his voice was clear. She hummed in agreement.

“I’m sorry. Because of me, you’re delayed.”

He apologised suddenly and Y/N found herself lost in his intense stare again when she'd looked at him to respond. She inaudibly mumbled that it wasn’t a problem and that she’s going the same way. It was as if her ears had popped, all noise surrounding them dampened whilst the sound of her heartbeat grew thunderous. She couldn’t even blink, worried he’d disappear if she closed her eyes for a second. He lowered his eyes, breaking the hold on her briefly as they dipped down to her lips before returning to arrest her again. He held her breath as a prisoner. Was she imagining it or was the distance between them slowly narrowing? She had no thoughts. Her brain simply wasn’t functioning to think if this was a good idea or not. Their noses were nearly brushing when they jumped apart when the car behind honked its horn. Y/N realised the queue had eased and quickly put the car in motion. S.Coups turned to look outside the side window, his expression hidden from Y/N when she tried to take a glimpse.

They arrived at S.Coups’ place a few minutes later. Tablo’s version of ‘Eyes, Nose, Lips’ played in the background as both occupants of the car stalled, not sure whether to mention the moment shared earlier. In the end, both had decided to ignore it. S.Coups thanked Y/N for the lift. He’d gotten out of the car and walked around to her side, leaning down to speak to her. A breeze sent her a whiff of his perfume again.

“Well … thanks again.” Y/N smiled but didn’t say anything.

“I should get going. I mean, you should get going. It’s late.”

She nodded and bowed at him to take leave from the driver’s seat. She was about to roll up her windows when he called her name. With no formalities. The butterflies instantly multiplied.

“Y/N. Text me to say you’ve made it home?” It was a question but it wasn’t. She nodded, slowly then quickly.

“I saved my number on your phone. I, uh, I didn’t send myself your number.”

Who was this shy man? Was he the same person with the deep voice and passionate eyes?

“Sleep well.”

Y/N placed her keys in the enamel dish by the entrance, took off her boots and walked to her room. She texted Joshua to confirm she’d made it and wished him a goodnight. She paused for a second before she searched through her contacts. She found the newly saved number under Coups.

Saturday 27 January Hi, it’s Y/N. I made it home safely. Have a good night. 23:20 Goodnight. 23:21

A week later, Y/N was getting ready for her first date with S.Coups.

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Hi! If I can't describe how much I love ur writing and how talented you are but may I request something? The reader is the definition of 'sweetheart' and they're from Ravka and misses home and even if they don't want to leave Kaz side, he still sends them to travel with Inej (even if it painful for him) and after staying there for a while they one day surprise him at his office and Kaz is just so happy. You don't have to write it by the way, take your time and take care<3 thank you

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Pairing: Kaz Brekker x gn!Reader

A/N: Aww, thank you so much <3 That's so sweet! I hope you like this too :D I procratinated a bit and had the draft sitting in my Google Docs for quite some time, but I finally had enough time/motivation to get it done. Also, my exam phase has started, so content in general may come out a little bit slower <3

Summary: Kaz sends the reader off to go travel with Inej, but didn't expect him missing them this much.

Genre: Hurt/Comfort elements, but mainly Fluff (???)

Word Count: 6.1K

Warnings: Poor (barely any) proofreading, mention of drinking and being drunk, forgetting to eat

“Inej!” you squealed as the familiar frame of your friend slipped into the living room. A wide smile graced her vibrant face as she opened her arms to engulf you in a tight hug. It had been roughly four months since she last docked in Ketterdam, so you were barely able to contain your excitement of finally seeing her again.

“Missed me?” she laughed as she pulled away, letting her gaze wander from you to an almost contended-looking Kaz. The rare sight of a genuine smirk tugged at the corners of his lips, accompanied by something dangerously close to a blush while he purposefully avoided her knowing glances. He looked like a besotted teenage boy, and it was hard not to notice.

Of course Inej knew the cause of this. She had known both of you long enough to be painfully aware of the effect you had on him; the effect you had on each other. You were intoxicating, a brief smile or laugh made him stumble even deeper into his dependency on you. And how could he not? You were the sun personified; warm and gentle and far too kind. He had told her once that he considered letting you go; you were all too good for the Barrel, and he couldn’t allow it to swallow you whole - the same as it had him. But it was clear that he’d never bring himself to do so. It was an act of complete selfishness to keep you here. He needed you to be around. He needed to know that you were around. The thought of you being out of his reach - albeit mainly metaphorically - unsettled him.

“They dragged me out of my office in the middle of a heist plan to sit here and wait for you to arrive. I suppose ‘missing you’ doesn’t quite cut it,” Kaz commented dryly, rolling his shoulders in a futile attempt to regain his composure.

“You were closer to falling asleep at your desk than getting anywhere with that damned heist planning, Brekker. Don’t act like you didn’t appreciate me forcing you to take care of yourself every once in a while.” His mouth opened for a split second, another one of his sarcastic comments starting to form on the tip of his tongue. He quickly swallowed it after Inej gave him an endearing grin.

You had intended to say something else in response to Kaz’s unusual silence to your light-hearted jabs, but suddenly, you remembered a conversation you had a few days prior. “Oh! Do you mind if I leave you two alone for a bit? I promised Jes to notify him the second you arrive.” You leaned a bit closer toward Inej, acting as if you were about to tell her something no one else was allowed to hear. “I think it’s about his plan to propose to Wylan soon, but you don’t know that from me. He thinks he’s being sly, but he really isn’t.”

Inej laughed, shaking her head before sending you off with a faint slap to the shoulder. You were out of the room before Kaz could put in his two cents.

When they heard the resounding click of the main door being shut, they knew that they were truly alone now. Anyone else would have been uneasy at the thought of being in the same room with the Bastard of the Barrel without having some other sort of company. But in this light, even the infamous Dirtyhands was nothing more but a lovesick boy, fully at the mercy of a person that held his heart in an undeniably firm grasp.

“How long can we expect you to stay in Ketterdam?” He knew exactly what she would ask him if he hadn’t started the conversation first, so he did everything in his power to keep her from speaking his feelings into reality.

She sauntered over to the table, taking the seat across from him with an exaggerated sigh. “Two weeks.” Her hands were idly clasped together in front of her, making it appear like she was trying to strike up a business deal instead of having an amicable chat with an old friend. "How long can we expect you to wait until you finally confess to them?”

Her bluntness definitely startled him more than he cared to admit. It wasn’t every day that someone dared to talk to him like that. “I don’t see how this topic has any relevance in our current conversation,” he mumbled, averting his gaze to look basically anywhere else but her eyes.

“If you say so,” she snorted, still opting to not create any unwanted tension on her first day of being back.

“Where will you be headed after these two weeks?”

A sheepish smile crept onto her face as she contemplated his question. “I received news from Sturmhond that would like to have a chat about the recent slaver fleets I… took care of. We’ll be docking in Os Kervo for quite some time. I’ll probably also meet up with Nina after she’s back from Fjerda. I haven't seen her in so long.”

“Ravka…” he sighed, his thoughts involuntarily landing back on you again.

Even though he couldn’t find much beauty in the vast Ravkan countryside and its ill-constructed cities or palaces, he knew that you missed your home dearly. You had been homesick ever since he had offered you to work with the Crows long-term, and he began to feel bad for rarely ever acknowledging it. At first, he had expected you to get over it eventually, but the more time he spent with you, the more he was assured that this wouldn’t be the case. Hypothetically, he could offer you to take a few weeks off to see your home and family. He’d need to find an appropriate excuse to let you go this easily, but lying had never been a weakness of his. However, this idea would also entail not seeing you for at least a handful of weeks, and he couldn’t do that. He didn’t want to do that.

“Y/N is going to be so happy to hear that I’ll be staying there for a bit. I promised them to check in on their family if I ever got the chance to go to Ravka,” Inej smiled woefully, knowing that merely hearing about your parents would probably already make you miss them more. “They gave me some letters for them when I last left Ketterdam. Now I finally have the chance to giv-”

“How much additional trouble would it be to take someone else with you?” Kaz interjected suddenly, schooling his expression in order to not betray the apprehension lingering behind his eyes.

“What?”

“Has the air pressure at sea made you go deaf? How much trouble would it be to have an unplanned passenger with you? At least until you arrive in Os Alta. Well, and preferably also on your way back.”

The hesitant, but defensive, tone in his voice told Inej everything she needed to know, but she still decided to entertain his implied suggestion. “It wouldn’t be any trouble. Well, depending on whom this 'unplanned passenger' might be."

“Good.” He paused, internally questioning whether this decision would be the right one to make. It was clear that it was what he needed to do, but he wasn't sure if he had the strength to go through with it. "Then I'd like to make a request, Captain Ghafa."

"You request I take Y/N with me when I leave for Ravka." He mentally shooed away the frown that threatened to crease his face. She was right, that was exactly what he wanted to ask her. But hearing her say the words out loud forced the vague idea to manifest into reality. And knowing that she could read him this easily deflated his ego quite a bit.

"Yes. I want you to take them with you. Let them see something else than the Barrel. Let them go home to their family. And…" And bring them back home, back to me, his mind finished.

Inej tilted her head to the side ever so slightly, biting away the impulse of asking him to continue his sentence. Instead, she opted to ask something different, “Are you sure?”

“Sure of what? Letting them go with you? I’m certain they’ll be able to handle themself just fine. If you thi-”

“Are you sure that you’re okay with letting them go?” His fingers flexed around his cup, visibly trying to hide the concern this comment had installed in him.

“It’s not like I’m letting them go forever, Inej,” he retorted, his voice sounding terribly unsure. “I trust you to bring them back safely on your next journey to Ketterdam.”

“That’s not what I meant, Kaz. Don’t act dense.” She was testing his limits and she knew it, yet she still continued. “We’ll be gone for multiple months. They’ll be gone for multiple months. And, as much as I hate to say it, there’s still the possibility of them choosing to stay with their family. Are you sure you’re okay with that?”

He hadn’t thought of her last point. Would you really consider not coming back to Ketterdam? Deep down he knew that there was nothing that kept you here. The Crows weren’t a set team anymore, you’d probably have no issues finding a new job in Ravka, and it wasn’t like he and you were in a relationship. If you wanted to leave, you could pack up tomorrow without having to worry about anything else but your next pay cheque. And knowing Kaz, you likely wouldn’t even have to worry about that either.

“I could give them a year off if that would be needed. I can take care of myself just fine, no matter whether they are here or not,” Kaz evaded the actual meaning of Inej’s words with much more clumsiness than he had hoped to convey. “And as long as they’re still working with me, I’ll at least expect them to come back to break off their contract.”

“Very well then. I suppose the Wraith has an additional passenger when we next leave the harbour.” She gave him a tight nod as a sort of confirmation. An unsaid promise to keep you safe. “You’ll be the one to tell them though. I’m not willing - nor able - to explain how deep your soft spot for them actually goes.”

“I do not have a soft spot for them.”

“You do not have a soft spot for whom?” Jesper’s overly cheery voice appeared at the threshold of the door, his breath ragged and cheeks flushed by the torturous climb up the stairs.

“No one,” Kaz and Inej answered almost synchronously, earning a slightly befuddled scowl from the antsy sharpshooter.

“Alright, alright, I was just asking.” He held up his hands defensively, dropping them as soon as you squeezed past him. Thankfully, you arrived just in time to miss their little squabble. “Anyway, look who’s back!” His attention flickered completely towards Inej, immediately moving towards her to trap her in his ramblings.

Kaz took that as his cue to leave them to it. “Y/N? I have something to talk to you about. Follow me.” He didn’t wait for you to give him a vocal response, turning on his heel to take the last few stairs up to his office. Nevertheless, reluctant footsteps echoed behind him as he entered his tidy office space.

Wordlessly, he sat down behind his desk, gesturing for you to take the seat across from him. Suddenly, everything felt uncomfortably stiff. It wasn’t at all like sitting at the living room table and talking to you just for the sake of it. But this was business after all, he thought begrudgingly.

“What is it you wanted to talk to me about?” you inquired slowly, accepting the offered seat with one leg tucked underneath you. He could sense the fear you emitted and it made him wonder what you were expecting him to say.

“Inej will leave for Ravka in two weeks,” he stated matter-of-factly. He needed to flush this out of his system as emotionless as possible, or else he might not be able to watch you go. A clean cut heals faster. “I want you to go with her.” It was foolish to hope that you would have no follow-up questions to a remark this sudden.

“You want me to leave?” You straightened your back, eyes wide and brows furrowed. His point clearly flew right over your head.

“No, I mean, yes.” The grave he was beginning to dig for himself looked more comfortable than genuinely having to finish this conversation. “I want you to go with her so that you can see your family. She already ensured that it would be no problem to take you with her, in case you worry about what she thinks about it.”

“My family? Why? I don’t understand?” Unease began to seep through you. Did something happen? Did he know something you didn’t?

He heaved a sigh, making a steeple of his fingers, a futile attempt to keep his hands in order. “You’ve been distracted lately.” He held up his hand to dismiss your incoming attempt at defending yourself. “And I don’t blame you; you’re homesick. I can’t force you to stay here, and if you miss your home, I can only advise you to take the trip.”

“Kaz, I can’t possibly leave for what could end up being months. This is still my job,” you had to stifle a chuckle, thinking that all of this was some sort of tasteless joke.

“And I’m still your boss. Hence why I am free to give you as much time off as you need to reconnect with your family." Even if it ends up in you choosing to leave permanently.

“Why would you do that?” You couldn’t quite grasp his reasons. As far as you knew, your performance hadn’t decreased, you weren’t to blame for a job failing, and you didn’t give him any reason to doubt your usefulness. There had to be something more to it.

“A distracted Crow is a dead one.” And I don’t want to lose you like this. “A bit of time away from the Barrel would do you some good. I expect you to be well-rested and fully functional once you return.” I want you to be happy when you return. If you choose to do so.

You stared at him for a bit longer, unable to form any coherent sentence that wouldn’t make you want to start crying. There was a foreign roundness to his words; something almost akin to kindness. He had never been cruel to you, but an offer this grand exceeded your expectations.

“Thank you,” you managed to force out without having your voice shiver or quake. “I mean it, Kaz. Thank you.” He had half-expected you to stand up and go back downstairs after agreeing to his offer. However, you stayed seated, a glint of hesitation pooling in your eyes. “Are you sure you’re okay with me leaving? I really don’t want to give you more work by be-”

“Y/N,” he warned, resisting the urge to chide you for your distrust in his decision-making. “I want you to take this time off. It’s fine. I’m not bargaining for what I can’t handle.”

“I just wanted to make sure.” Your previously perplexed expression was replaced by a playful grin, indicating that the majority of your doubts had ebbed away by now. “Just in case I have to brace myself for a mountain of letters begging me to come back.”

“In your dreams.”

Both Kaz and you were quite startled by how quickly the two weeks trickled by. Inej stayed at the Slat during her time in Ketterdam, spending her days joining you on heists, playing the engagement planner for Jesper and Wylan, and just barely surviving all that unresolved romantic tension between you and Kaz.

The evening before you were supposed to leave, Wylan and Jesper invited you to some sort of farewell party for you and Inej. It was terribly cheesy, especially since everyone’s favourite sharpshooter decided to amp up his theatrics to the max. You occasionally had to remind him that you were not leaving forever and that you’d most definitely be back in a few months.

When you returned to your own room, the only thing you wanted to do was sleep. It had been a long day spent packing and finishing the few last tasks that Kaz had given you. The anticipation of being only mere days away from seeing your family again had ebbed away, replaced by exhaustion and worry. Not the worry of going back to Ravka; it was the worry of leaving Kaz behind without anyone to take care of him. It was a foolish fear, the man was old enough to survive a few months of being left alone. And in reality, he wouldn’t be alone. Jesper and Wylan would still be right around the corner in case he needed anything. But you knew that it wouldn’t be the same without you. And he knew it too.

Before you could finally crawl into the comfort of your bed, you were forced to pause. Right in the dead centre of your mattress laid something shiny, haphazardly covered by a folded piece of parchment. You were hesitant to touch it at first, mentally assessing the possibility of it being a trap. However, your curiosity overtook your cautious stance.

You swatted the paper to the side, revealing a stunning dagger you didn’t recognise. The black handle was covered in intricate lines and symbols, making the whole weapon a piece of art in its own right. You pulled the dagger out of its shaft, revealing a slim, double-edged blade that looked almost too delicate to cause any serious harm.

After putting the knife down next to you, you picked up the piece of paper, carefully unfolding it in hopes of finding out who might’ve left it there. You didn’t even need to read the few scribbled words to get an answer to that.

“While I do believe that you’ll be fine on your own, consider this an added layer of safety.

Safe travels,

K.B.”

It felt unreal. The same man that didn’t shrink away from ripping somebody else’s eyes out or bashing another person’s head in with his cane was now willing to send you off to your home country and gift you a pretty little dagger under the ruse of wanting you to be able to defend yourself. It made you giddy.

Quickly, you shoved the knife into one of the side pockets of your bag, folding the note and tucking it away into the front pockets of your coat. He would probably sneer at you for holding onto something as worthless as a hastily written note, but to you, this meant the world.

On the day of your departure, the sky was thickly covered by a widespread sheet of dark storm clouds, announcing the approach of an upcoming storm. Perfect weather to embark on a ship for a week-long trip, you thought. You had packed everything you might need into the biggest bag you owned, which hung heavily on your shoulder as you approached the harbour. Inej’s small and compact travel bag next to yours made it seem like you were trying to abandon Ketterdam at once, rather than simply taking a short vacation to see your parents.

Much to Inej’s dismay, Kaz had decided to stay in his office, using the excuse of ‘having too much work’ and ‘not being able to indulge in matters this minuscule’. She could only scoff at that response but decided to not engage in his self-loathing musings. Her main focus was on getting you accustomed to her crew and the life on deck, so she couldn’t waste too much time thinking about a brooding emotionally stunted teenager.

You weren’t all that bothered by the fact that he stayed back. What Inej didn’t know was that he did say goodbye to you. Just in a very Kaz way.

“So, Captain Ghafa,” you smiled, putting a lot of emphasis on her title. “Where’s our first stop?”

The loneliness was terrible. It shouldn’t be terrible. He had been alone all those years before you showed up and managed just fine. Why did he let it bother him so much now?

But you didn’t know them all those years ago. You didn’t know what their absence felt like, so how could you have missed it? The nagging voice inside his head ridiculed him constantly. And the worst part was, that it was completely right.

He let his bare hand rake through his unruly hair, dropping it onto the table quite harshly as he began running out of things to put his focus on. Everything he did or thought of somehow circled back to you. Whenever he sat down at his desk to work, he imagined you sitting on the sofa across from him, skipping through one of his books while occasionally looking up at him with a bright smile on your lips. He couldn’t even eat breakfast in peace, because every time he entered the kitchen and the smell of freshly brewed coffee entered his nose, he wanted you to be the one sitting at the table, already having his cup sitting across from you. Three weeks was all that it took to make him regret all of the well-intentioned decisions he made in the spur of the moment.

Since rearranging the documents in front of him didn’t give him any sort of distraction, he decided to occupy his mind with something different. Well, a different stack of work: the upkeep of the Crow Club.

The club wasn’t busy during this time of the day, mainly filled with the usual day drinkers and gamblers that would waste their money until the early hours of the next morning. He let his gaze wander over the few occupied gambling tables and booths, taking in all the familiar and unfamiliar faces before weaving his way through the room. When he passed the bar, he had to do a double take to confirm that the person currently chatting up the bartender wasn’t you. He stopped dead in his tracks, unable to pry his eyes away from the scene in front of him.

That was until he heard his name being called, instantly snapping him out of his stupor. Jesper and Wylan sat only a few barstools away from him, amusedly waving him over to join them in whatever senseless discussion they had currently going on. Against his better judgement, he strolled over to them. He was in desperate need of a distraction. Any type of distraction.

“How close to insanity are you?” Maybe not that type of distraction.

“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean, Jesper,” Kaz warned, leaning his back against the counter and closing his eyes.

The two boys exchanged a knowing smile, fully intending on using this situation to annoy their friend. Jesper loosened his grip on the full shot glass, smoothly sliding it over to Kaz. Maybe a little bit of alcohol could remove the stick up his ass. “Their absence has taken a toll on you, hasn’t it?”

Kaz grunted in dismay, picking up the shot glass and downing it in one swift motion. A muscle in his jaw popped as he clenched his jaw, wallowing in the usually welcome feeling of sharp bitter alcohol running down his throat. Now, drinking just felt like a cheap means to an end.

But at least it was a mean to an end. Without thinking about it, he ordered more alcohol.

“Y’know, they would definitely tell you off for drinking this early,” Wylan chuckled, immediately regretting it after seeing the disgruntled glare Kaz passed him.

“Their opinion doesn’t concern me. I have other, more important, things to take into consideration.” He tried so hard to be convincing, however, Jesper’s excruciatingly loud snort told him that that ship had sailed, wrecked and sunk to the bottom of the True Sea in a matter of seconds.

“For a man that lies for a living, you’re quite shit at it,” the sharpshooter chuckled, shaking his head disapprovingly while Kaz continued to sulk. It was honestly painful to watch. “Admit it, you miss them.”

“Whatever armchair psychology you’re currently trying to submit me to is not working. I don’t have any deeper feelings for them than I have for the other people that work with me, so watch your tone.” The bartender placed a fresh glass of whiskey next to him, setting it down quite loudly to get him to register it. Kaz didn’t even spare him one look before putting the whole thing to his lips. He hoped that occupying himself with something other than talking would stop him from vocalising his honest thoughts.

“No one ever implied that you had feelings for them. But how telling that that’s the first thing you get so defensive about.” Jesper gave him a shameless grin, knowing that he had most definitely won the unspoken argument between them. “And, just so you know, whatever it is you’re feeling, they’re very likely to reciprocate it.” He flashed him a playful wink when he finished talking. It was the best kind of pep-talk he could offer, and it probably fell on deaf ears anyway.

“Don’t you have literally anything else to do? Anything that does not involve getting on my last nerve,” Kaz grumbled, finishing his drink and attempting to push himself away from the counter. However, when he tried to do so, he suddenly felt very light-headed, his body almost beginning to topple forward. His hand moved to cling to the edge of the counter, steadying himself almost desperately. The alcohol must have gotten to his head way quicker than expected.

“Woah, hold on there!” Jesper slid off his stool, holding his arms out in front of his friend to cushion the expected fall. “Are you okay, Kaz?”

“Are you drunk?” Wylan added with a bit too much delight in his voice.

“Nonsense, I barely had anything to drink,” he tried to defend himself, futilely.

“What did you have for breakfast then?”

Breakfast. He didn’t have breakfast. He didn’t have breakfast since you left. Normally, you would have made sure to drag him down to the kitchen if need be. Without you, he simply forgot. If you’d get wind of this, you’d probably have a field day.

Inej had told him that it could take months for you to come back. She had explicitly warned him about the prospect of not seeing you for quite some time. Yet somehow, he hadn’t expected it to be genuinely true.

Your departure was six long and torturous months ago, and his mind was running wild whenever an unknown ship docked at Fifth Harbour. Time passed, and it didn’t - it won’t - stop, no matter how hard he tried.

He had even attempted to contact Inej once in the hopes of getting a rough estimate of when he could expect you to return, but of course, the message was promptly returned to the sender. At this point, he wasn’t certain whether he’d ever get to see you again; the mere thought of you deciding to stay in Ravka pained him, but there was still a small twinge of hope, tying him to the idea of you coming back to him.

Another day without you passed, and Kaz had decided - well, Jesper forced him - to get out of his office, dragging him down to the club and into one of the booths to waste the evening drinking and exchanging stories. It was a small distraction from the constant anxiety rushing through him, but it was appreciated nonetheless.

Until a very unbothered Rotty stalked towards their table, acting as if he was a misbehaving schoolboy that had been sent up to the headmaster’s office. “We have news from the Wraith,” he muttered, retrieving a folded note from the front pocket of his coat. The words made Kaz’s head spin, but the solemn look on Rotty’s face made him pause.

Hesitantly, he took the piece of paper from his hands, waiting for the messenger to leave before he opened it. Jesper and Wylan stopped their chatter, almost holding their breaths in anticipation while they watched every micro-expression that washed over their friend’s face.

Kaz sighed when he took in the words in front of him. Even though he hadn’t expected anything, he still felt disappointed in what he got. The entire note was just an utterly impersonal notice, telling him that it would take her at least three more months to return to Ketterdam. There was no mention of your well-being or whereabouts, no note on how to contact you, nothing.

“And? When will you be reunited with your- ow! Wylan, what was that for?”

“Just shut it, Jes!”

“They won’t be back for at least another three months,” he let out a huffed breath, tucking the piece of paper away in his breast pocket. Dismay was written all over his face as he stared down at this glass, unable to form a coherent thought that was not somewhat related to you.

Everyone knew the thoughts that clouded Kaz’s mind; mainly thoughts of you not coming back. Jesper wanted to say something encouraging, but the words died in his throat as soon as they formed. Instead, he quickly decided to change the topic, rambling on about some unimportant Ketterdam gossip Kaz wasn’t all that interested in. He still sat through it though.

On his way back to the Slat, he thought about all the work that would be waiting for him once he reached his office. Any other sensible person would have gone to bed by now, but he was far from being one, so sleeping was not an option.

He trudged up the creaky staircase with heavy steps, alerting everyone unfortunate enough to be awake of his presence. His bad leg felt like an anchor that kept pulling him down to the ground, his hand occasionally having to press down on a sore spot when the pain got too unbearable.

It took him way longer than usual to reach the top of the stairs, heaving a harsh sigh when he saw the faint flicker of a light fanning out from underneath his office door. He couldn’t even be trusted to turn off his damned lamps now, could he?

As he went to unlock the door, another buzz of confusion surged through him. The door had already been unlocked. That couldn’t be. He could have sworn that he locked it before leaving for the club. Had he imagined that too? Was he genuinely starting to become insane?

Pushing these unwelcome thoughts to the side, he swiftly opened the door. All of this could be chalked up to him being tired and a bit distracted. He didn’t particularly like any of these ideas, but he needed something to blame his recent behaviour on.

The room was faintly illuminated by the sparse light emitting from the oil lamp at the edge of his desk. It gave him the perfect view of the stack of unfinished paperwork, he chuckled internally. He limped over to his desk and let himself fall into his chair. Only now the real weight of the day hit him, a fully-loaded freight train running him over with full force. Saints, he was so tired. Resting his head in his hands, he let the silence of his office swallow him whole.

“Are you choosing to ignore me or did you really not notice me sitting here?” He jerked backwards, both hands holding on to the armrests of his chair in preparation to fight off whoever had the nerve to enter his office without his knowledge. His eyes were darting around the room wildly, latching on to every shadowed shape and figure that did as much as sway in the wind.

A shape in the corner of his room stood up, stepping a bit closer to the desk and into the glow of his lamp. It was you. You looked just like you had left him; vibrant, glowing, and warm. Maybe it was his mind playing tricks on him; maybe he just wanted it to be you. It all felt like a sick joke to him. You couldn’t be here. He would have known if that had been the case. He would have been the first to know.

“Kaz?” Your voice rang in his ears. Loud and clear. If this was an illusion, it was a damn convincing one.

“Stop it,” he tried shooing the apparition away, waving a dismissive hand as he slowly began to put his focus on the work in front of him. Much to his surprise, you didn’t just disappear into thin air. You gave him an incredulous grin, accentuated by a ridiculing snort.

“I was expecting you to be a bit happier to see me again,” you fake-pouted, using your best Jesper impression to convey your theatrical hurt.

This had to be real. As much as his mind may despise him, it couldn’t create images this livid; this real; this true. When the realisation struck him, he wasn’t quite sure what to do. His heart beat as if it was running a marathon, and he couldn’t help but feel dizzy. Not the kind of dizziness he felt after drinking on an empty stomach. Rather the kind of dizziness that makes your head spin and heart ache because you have no other way to deal with the immense array of feelings bubbling inside his chest. He didn’t recall the last time he felt like this.

After a period of silence that could have just as well lasted hours, he finally caught himself again. “You’re here,” he mumbled, still having trouble with coming to terms with the situation.

“Of course I am. Did you really think that I was going to never show up again? No faith, Brekker.” You smiled then, sitting on the edge of his desk to get a closer look at him. He looked exhausted, the eyebags under his eyes raising a stark contrast against his almost pallid skin.

He sucked in a harsh breath, allowing his eyes to roam over his features for what felt like the hundredth time in the last few minutes. The smile that you were giving him made him feel uncharacteristically giddy, but for once in a while, it wasn’t a feeling he wanted to gag and lock away in the deepest depths of his conscience. For the first time in forever, he felt happy.

“I never doubted that you’d come back.” A lie of convenience, but you didn’t need to know that. “It’s just that Inej sent a message-”

“That she won’t be back in Ketterdam for at least another three months. I know.” You completed his sentence effortlessly, your hands mindlessly playing with one of his fountain pens. “Whatever she discussed with Sturmhond seems to be important enough to take a trip to Novyi Zem before she’d be able to set sail to Ketterdam.” You bit your lip in thought, contemplating what you were about to say next. “I didn’t feel like staying back for that long, so I took matters into my own hands and bought a ticket for the next best ship leaving for Kerch. It was great seeing my family again, but I missed the Dregs - as stupid as it sounds.”

Kaz chuckled, your words having an almost intoxicating effect on him. “Be assured that the Dregs missed you too.”

“Just the Dregs?”

He hesitated. He’d been dying to see you again; to tell you the truth. Yet now, things felt way too real, pressing down on his ribcage with a force he couldn’t quite comprehend. He couldn’t hesitate forever though. “No, not just the Dregs.” Another pause, brief but intense. “I missed you too. Almost enough to send you a letter requesting you to come back.”

“And here I thought you gifting me a pretty dagger was the height of romance,” you laughed, watching in delight as his gaze flickered to the shiny weapon tightly strapped to your belt. He hadn’t thought about checking whether you had taken it with you, or whether you had just chalked it up to being a weird act of possessiveness. But seeing you wear it this openly ripped all the doubts away from his mind. “And, just for the record,” your hands flew to the breast pocket of your coat, carefully retrieving the familiar piece of paper he had added to the knife. “I missed you too.”

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Grishaverse fics in general: @yesshewrites1 @dal-light

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#kaz brekker x reader #kaz brekker fluff #kaz brekker imagine #six of crows x reader #six of crows imagine #grishaverse x reader #grishaverse fanfic

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livebloggingmydescentintomadness · 1 year

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the cockles masterlist, part 6

now split in SIX parts for link limit reasons

WARNING: this post glitches and crashes on mobile. it’s recommended you view this on your desktop, or at least on your mobile browser rather than the app. if my desktop theme is hard on your eyes, try an extension such as Just Read or Reader View to customize the layout and colors.

if you’re still having trouble viewing, or if you don’t want to have to switch between the five posts, here’s all of the links compiled into a google doc.

welcome to the cockles masterpost, a labor of love/insomniac hyperfixation.

i recently wrote this cockles manifesto, but after it got a lot of notes and i kept adding more links to it, i decided i should just go through my 8 years of archives and compile all the cockles posts in a much more accessible and navigable way. after everything with the series finale and destielgate, i figured we could use some happiness, and it turns out there are a lot of people who’ve never heard the cockles gospel.

important disclaimer: yes, i do think that jensen and misha have a private romantic/sexual relationship, but no i do not, in any way, think that they have ever cheated on their wives. we think they are polyamorous, which is a real and valid thing, and misha is openly poly. some people love more than one person, and that’s okay. their families are close and we love and support all of them.

second important disclaimer: despite the amount of innuendo below, this is not about fantasizing about two hot guys fucking. cockles is about the joy of witnessing two people who love each other and make each other happy and are disgustingly cute together. we’re not fetishizing, we’re just appreciating what they publicly share with us.

third important disclaimer: because some of y’all don’t know, the cardinal rule of cockles is that we don’t talk to cockles about cockles. DO NOT leave any comments on their social media accounts implying anything. not even green and blue hearts. they know that we know, but it’s on us not to make it weird. if we’re too obvious and say too much, they might start sharing less. don’t say anything.

for the sake of my sanity, these are in no particular order.

last updated: 3/8/23

🐚 denotes new content

part 1 (That’s Suspicious, mishananigans)

part 2 (#pray4jensen, gag reel hijinks, some posts i’ve written about cockles and rps)

part 3 (know your cockles history, the intimacy)

part 4 (the glory of jibcon)

part 5 (just for cute)

the glory of jibcon continued:

jib11 opening ceremony whispers and giggles

jensen turning his back as misha walks up to hug him | more gifs | video

"just swallow it" "he's always giving that advice" | video

"[danneel] does refer to misha as her boyfriend. which is funny, because so do i." | more gifs | video | fan discussion of this moment

misha sitting on the floor to watch jensen sing, jensen getting shy

"i think you look nice and dapper" ... "then [jensen] went in for a kiss and i was like, whoa!" "hey, when in rome!"

the destiel song they improvised together | video | gifs minus lyrics

big dad angry machine

"i've been haunted by those bear underwear for some time"

jensen "woo!"ing when misha mentions gotham knights

jensen's face going soft when he looks from jared to misha | video

after misha says a unicorn toy is vibrating "for her pleasure", jensen pretends to sit on it | gif

misha moves his chair further away, jensen scoots his closer | video | “what are we doing? am i coming over?”

jensen spinning the wheel then staring at misha for ten seconds straight | video | photos

jensen tells everyone to stop cheering for misha to sing after misha makes it clear he doesn't want to | gifs + bonus “there goes jared with his job security” 👀

jensen winking at misha

jensen saying he's going to plan a big birthday party for misha's 50th, which is more than a year away | video

"you're my canary" | video

whispers and laughing (feat. misha's missing tooth) | photos

"i love those dishes" "you love those bitches??"

misha hyping jensen's new album | video

"my caretaker tells me i had a very nice birthday."

jensen staring at misha’s ass when he bends over

"this is our song"

roasting jared for bragging sam is tougher than dean | gifs

jensen staring at misha before making a birthday wish

riffing on “the european version of spn”: one, two, three, four

chatting about taking their families to amusement parks, jensen refers to misha as ‘daddy’

jensen’s nickname kink in full swing at jib11

12 years of jibcon secrets

head-leaning selfie with briana buckmaster | edit

2023 jibcon11 tag

just for cute (continued):

adorable photo ops: 70 71 72 73 74 75 76 77 78 79 80 81 82 83 84 85 86 87 88 89 90 91 92 93 94

2012 spn wrap party photo

300th episode red carpet flirting

"misha decided jensen was the gift" photo op

hand measuring photo op

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sungbeam · 11 months

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𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲

lee hyunjae x gn!reader

1.3k words, suggestive, kissing/making out, he's uhm shirtless pffft 🤣, swearing, est. relationship au

a/n: idk how this ended up in my google docs istg 🧎🏻‍♀️

The bathroom door opened with a trail of steam wafting out, and clung to the polished wood floors of yours and Lee Hyunjae's bedroom. You glanced up only once with the sort of nonchalance you had been employing this entire day, eyes flickering up to the man emerging from the heat for a second and no longer, before returning to the book propped open in your hands.

You felt his eyes on you, the weight of his stare so blatant that you almost—almost—gave in.

"Yn-ie," he hummed in amusement, his hand braced on the bathroom doorknob.

"Hm?" In your head, you had to enunciate every word on the page to keep focus. Or at least, some semblance of focus.

He gave a soft chuckle, letting go of the knob and disappearing into the closet just beside the bathroom door. Your pounding heart sobered just a little when his gaze left you, and you were able to regain focus. You just needed to last until morning, and you would win the stupid, light-hearted bet the two of you had made last night. It was something about Hyunjae being as distracting as he was. If you could last a day without giving into him… well, you got bragging rights. Again, it was something stupid, it was immature… and yet, the two of you were taking it far too seriously.

You had a feeling he was about to ramp it up though.

The closet light turned off and you heard Hyunjae's feet as he padded his way across the room over to where you were propped up against the bed's headboard.

You still didn't pay him any mind as he settled on the edge of the bed right next to you, the mattress dipping slightly as he took a seat.

His hand came down softly over your upper right thigh, his palm warm and firm. You were hyper-aware of the fact his thumb was rubbing circles into your skin and his other fingers were curled around the inside of your thigh. "Hey, baby. You listening to me?"

On instinct, you lifted your head, and you almost gave yourself away right then and there.

Dear fucking god, the visual in front of you would have brought you to your knees in an instant if not for the stupid bet. Here he was—dark brown curls messy and damp, his legs clad in a pair of low-hanging gray sweats, his hard and carved chest bare for you to fully adm—

Focus.

You caught yourself, stumbling only once. You met his laughing eyes. "Of course I'm listening," you sniffed, smiling. "Have a nice shower?"

"Yeah," he sighed. "Missed you though. There were some places that needed your touch, babe."

"Ah, is that so?" You teased, eyes returning to your book. What was going on again? Something about Moriarty striking—

Your breath hitched as Hyunjae suddenly rose up and threw one of his legs over you. You held your breath the entire time it took for him to slowly mount himself over you, straddling your thighs, until all you had was an eyeful of hard-earned muscle and flesh. You swallowed, hard.

"How's the book?" He asked with a laugh in his voice, all while bracing his hand against the headboard behind you and peering down at the pages of your book with you.

You stammered, "Fantastic."

"Really?" He lifted his eyes to yours. And goddamn it Hyunjae, he held that eye contact as he brought his thumb to his mouth and licked the pad of it. He then used it to flip the page backward. "I think you might need to read it over again."

A nervous feeling bubbled up in your chest—you were not about to lose this bet. Not when you were so close to winning. "Want me to read it to you?"

"Sure."

"Do you mind?" You gestured to his position on top of you. Dear god, why was it so fucking hot all of a sudden—?

Hyunjae's mouth spread into a wolfish grin, dark eyes blown wide sparkling with utter mischief and triumph. He knew he had you. "No, I don't mind at all. Go on, honey; I'm very comfortable."

The expression on your face probably read something along the lines of ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS? And it only spurred Hyunjae on more as he licked his lips between grins. He leaned back a bit then, but only to casually stretch his arms over his head, that eye contact never breaking. (Okay, well, it broke when you went to watch the literal muscles in his arms flex—)

"You're being unfair," you grunted. The book in your hands lowered to your lap.

He giggled then, cute and giddy. It was a terrible contrast to his physical appearance. "All's fair in love and war, baby. Is this you waving your white flag?"

You rolled your eyes. "Not a chance." To be fair, as soon as he sat down without a shirt on, you had lost. But you weren't about to admit that; he had to work for it.

His eyebrow cocked upward, tongue sticking out of his mouth as he leaned forward again. His thumb met the corner of your lips. "You're drooling."

"You're so annoying," you muttered. But you didn't push him away.

In fact, you let him trace your bottom lip with the tip of his thumb. He bit his own, his thumb pressing into your lip and watching intently at how plump it was. "You love it," he murmured back at you.

You did. You really fucking did.

"Can I kiss you and we call it even?"

Your eyebrows flew upward, book discarded as you crossed your arms over your chest. "Absolutely not."

He pouted. "Aw, so I still kiss you and I win then?"

"Hyunjae," you said through a small laugh. Oh, you were so going to lose, but why did you hate it and love it at the same time?

He beamed then, hand moving to cup your cheek and caress your cheek. "I haven't gotten to kiss you all day, baby. Give a man a break, hm? A little mercy."

Your mouth widened, albeit unwillingly, into an embarrassingly large grin, partially out of disbelief. "Mercy? Oh, you want to talk about mercy?"

Hyunjae laughed. "Yes! You literally left for work this morning without kissing me and I've been trying to think of all the ways you could make it up to me after I've won."

"You—" You huffed, speechless. Your brain was a glorified puddle at the moment. "And your first thought was to climb into my lap?"

"Technically, my first thought was the shirtless thing. And you can't blame me—whenever you climb into my lap, I can't help myself."

Your smile turned into something shy as you realized just how right he was.

Hyunjae cooed, puckering his lips as he grasped your chin. "Aw, baby's gone shy now, hm?"

You somehow found the strength to weakly brush his hand away. "I hate you."

"Mm, okay. Say I believe you. Can I kiss you?"

Oh, you were hitting yourself over the head—you sighed, pressing a hand to your forehead. "Fine."

He let out a delighted, little sigh, "Thank god." He wasted absolutely no time at all, bracing his palms against the bed on either side of your body to lean over your body and crush his mouth against yours. There was something admittedly satisfying about finally being able to feel home in a person once again.

Your arms came up around his neck and tugged him down to you, because if he wanted this, he would have to come to you. After all, he won the bet. But maybe you didn't care anymore.

Hyunjae's brows furrowed as he pressed himself harder against you, coaxing a hum of approval from your throat. Your toes curled at the dizzyingly perfect pressure of his lips against yours—his shampoo was suffocating your lungs, his hands now moved to grapple at your waist, your hips, to pin you down in place and anchor himself like a sailor gone overboard.

You gently nipped at his bottom lip, and he rewarded you with a soft moan. "I think—" he breathed haggardly between languid kisses, "—that we both win."

He tasted your laughter on his tongue, and it practically made him ascend. "You know what? I think you're right."

a/n: DKFNKS OKAY IN MY DEFENSE....... I HAVE NO DEFENSE.

tbz m.list

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summitclan-chronicles · 6 months

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"Things are tough out here, so it's a good thing we found you, huh? Come on. My name is Arrowseeker. Don't worry, I'm the leader up here. We've got warm dens, fresh prey... I think you've held your own long enough!"

Summitclan Chronicles (abbreviated as SCC) is a roleplay based in the Adirondack State Park on a fictional mountain peak. Adorned with its own long-abandoned trails, edged by road and river, and well-populated by ferns, berries and trees, the mountain sets a perfect stage for a small population of feral cats to suddenly become something new, unique and special.

This roleplay heavily features themes of community, mutual aid, character building, story progression and slice of life exploration; it seeks to dig deep into what the daily life of a Clan would truly look and feel like as a culture, as a friend group, as an identity and as a living unit made up of individuals that grow and change as they interact.

We open in 2024! Keep an eye on this blog - we'll be answering asks, posting advertisements and diving into what this roleplay actually tastes like when sampled. Until then, these are the basics you'll need to know about that coming opening:

Acceptances will only be offered to those who have a DMable Discord account, as the roleplay is based entirely on discord with resources hosted on Google Docs.

Every player will only have 1 character at a time. In order to have a new character, the old one must die or permanently leave the clan.

After the Grand Opening, the roleplay will become semi-public; new members will have opportunities to join as new kittens, loners/strays, or as a part of a band of strangers as part of a wider plot. People who do not get accepted during the Grand Opening are able to opt in for getting contacted down the line for such opportunities (so long as their application was acceptable).

Most of Summitclan's lore is a secret. As an observer you'll be privy to a few select shared things, particularly: holidays, a few landmarks, and their base belief system. People with characters that do not have a True Name (aka warrior name) will not have access to the lore until they get their Name and, until then, will have to learn the lore organically from those who have access to it.

In Summitclan, your legacy lies before you. There is no single arching plot to bump or nudge your story; only naturally-occuring events and situations brought on by other players. Everything that happens in the roleplay is the result of strings being tugged in the complex web of clan and mountain peak living. No matter what you do, your character(s) will leave cats behind who will be affected by them, sometimes cats they've never met. Will their names be said with chins held high, or in hushed, fearful whispers?

Good luck, mountain-dwellers!

#warrior cats #roleplay #wcrp #firestar #frostpaw #nightheart #adirondacks #erin hunter #warrior cats roleplay #hiking #nature #art #traditional naming #postraditional naming #worldbuilding

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xbraveheartx · 7 months

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WARNING !! Contains spoilers for Lies of P! If you haven't beaten the game, be warned! This is just a first draft !! I might change it... I might not. I'm just testing the waters and seeing how far I'll get. I think I'll just post the prologue for now and then proceed solo in google docs after. But I wanted to see how people are feeling about the idea ♡ I'll upload the rest most likely on AO3 A "I don't care what canon gave us, I'm bringing Romeo back" fic that'll end up in a romance between our favorite real boy and his bestie ♡ It takes place post-canon!

Prologue

The sun had barely risen when they set off on their mission, a gentle shower coating the city of Krat in sleek rain that took little time to drench every stone and tile. Only once they had reached their destination did the skies suddenly open, a hint of blue smiling down on the otherwise desolate buildings. One couldn’t avoid puddles under such conditions, but there wasn’t any true concern to be had over them.

There were far greater things to worry over. He only hoped they were still there.

“Jeepers. It sure is creepy being back here again.” Gemini chirped, effectively breaking the silence that blanketed Krat Central Station. “Now that the monsters aren’t as much of a problem, everything just feels kinda…” He trailed off, causing the boy’s head to turn just slightly in an effort to toss back a glance in the lamp’s direction. “... Spooky? Haunted is the word, maybe? Almost like something is hiding just around the corner, ready to just– Jump out at you!”

“You’re being dramatic.” Slender digits rose to tuck a long, grey lock behind an ear, palm rubbing a stray droplet of water from a freckled cheek.

“And you’re being careless, pal!” Gemini countered, ignoring the eye roll given in retaliation. “I’m just saying, even if we can’t see the monsters all around like we used to, I’m sure there’s bound to be some still lurking around! Just be more careful, okay, Carlo?”

There was a pause in his steps, the echo of the last dying out shortly after as nothing but the dripping of water and creaking of pipes met their ears.

Carlo… it was still strange, hearing that name, and while he felt it was just right, it felt strange in the same breath. It was familiar yet foreign; He was still learning.

He felt his heart beat.

“Did I say something wrong?” Came Gemini’s chirps once more, the sound coming off as one of concern. Carlo shook his head, lashes fluttering rapidly as he came back to himself whilst lips tugged into a slight smile.

“No, no. Sorry, just�� Thinking.” It wasn’t necessarily a lie. Gemini seemed to accept the excuse regardless, trilling gently in a way that Carlo could just picture a real cricket practically vibrating with eagerness.

“Then what are we waiting for? Let’s go! Er– b-but! … Y’know!... Carefully.” The guide seemed to beam, and Carlo couldn’t help but beam right back, hopeful that their journey would be fruitful in the end.

There, in the dimly lit station, was their target. Track C, train number three– The Blue Fairy. It was funny, looking back on it now, but there was no stopping to admire any form of happenstance. The train itself had been subjected to all manner of bile and questionable fluids, but otherwise, remained intact. The boy hesitated just before entering, hand rising to touch the door frame as he stood at the entrance and listened. When nothing but silence rose to greet him, he pressed onward, stepping over forgotten luggages and shattered glass.

“You really think something like this’ll work?” Gemini spoke again, chirps blending with the crunching of a wineglass underfoot.

There was no immediate response, not until they had made it to the back of the train where a familiar chair sat in the middle of the aisle. He stepped around it, choosing instead, to make his way into the hidden workshop behind.

“I don’t know.” Carlo confessed, fingers trailing across abandoned notes and papers left atop a messy desk. Blueprints were among the litter, notes bookmarking heavily written pages of journals, their fine leather covers worn and frayed. He gathered it all, leaving nothing he deemed important behind. One of many discarded suitcases was chosen among the piles, and with its original contents discarded, was used to house the very legacy his father had left behind. “But I have to try.”

Venigni thumbed through the blueprints, eyes roaming through Geppetto's old notes that had been laid out before him. It was a daunting task, to say the least, and they both knew it.

"This is... beyond my field of expertise."

The moment of silence to follow after felt far too long, seconds seemingly to stretch into hours that didn't exist. Finally, the boy's lips parted, voice heavy with newly gained emotion that unashamedly manifested as a beg.

"I believe you can do it." Came the quiet encouragement, brows drawing together to further accentuate his plea. "Please?" Yet another pause followed after whilst muted blues fell for but a moment, until finally, they resettled on Venigni. "For... a friend?"

The sigh of defeat to follow the request said enough.

"I shall do what I can, but I make no promises, compagno!" As if a switch was flipped, suddenly a black gloved hand rose with a snap. “Pulcinella! Some fresh parchment, if you would! I must get started immediately! And you!” Once more did the man’s head snap in Carlo’s direction, a finger dramatically being pointed all the while. “You still carry the most important component, do you not? All that’s left is the body– Go and bring it back here. I will give it my all, for I am the Incredible Lorenzini Venigni, and I will settle for no less than my one-hundred percent!... But again, no promises.”

The emotion to grip at his heart was almost overwhelming, the heavy THUD THUD of the organ pounding against his chest in a mixture of anticipation, joy, and above all else, hope.

“I’ll be back.” He announced with a nod, though he made no move to leave just yet. Instead, he gave the man a smile, brighter than any he had expressed in the past. “Thank you, Venigni. I appreciate your help.” The words were met with a nod and something akin to that of a mutter and a hum. Already was the other absorbed by the notes before him, ink meeting paper in rapid scribbles from the very moment Pulcinella had provided the writing tools.

“Let’s go get your pal… pal!” Gemini chimed in, spurring the boy into motion with a nod. “Leave the technical stuff to the professionals! Rosa Isabella Street awaits!” A trip that would surely be a bit more eventful than their visit to the train station, knowing full well that the puppets would still be prowling around their fallen king’s domain. Please let this work… The silent prayer was sent skyward.

#Lies of P #Lies of P fic #Lies of P Spoilers #I won't ramble in tags much but-- I'm excited to get working on this. I just wanted to get my initial idea/thoughts out #So I'll probably build onto this. Change some stuff around. Add stuff. Etc etc... but for now. Baby's first draft ♡#WHAT DO I TAG FOR THE SHIP?????#Promeo #????#Carmeo #????????????? WE NEED AN OFFICIAL SHIP TAG!!! Fandom friends please help a brother out #We need to come to an agreement on a ship tag so I can effectively flood it (lovingly) with art and writings

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frozenjokes · 1 month

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🫵👊👏CONVEX KISS👊👊👊🫵

google docs on my phone (revised version) and ipad (unrevised. raw.) did not sync correctly and I refuse to reupload this so for a better read go to ao3. not much changed, but I tweaked a lot of word choice and improved the pacing/clarity/all the things.

CuteGuy’s debut was today, and it had gone great. It hadn’t been staged, Grian had made sure of that, but it was frighteningly close to the story Scar had weaved for them before when he had introduced the idea; HotGuy alone, outmatched, when suddenly, CuteGuy swooped in, turning the tides for both of them.

Hero debuts weren’t normally anything special, not in this town. Introductions that caught peoples’ attention were few and far between, often drowned out by other news, but CuteGuy wasn’t new on this block. Indeed, he drew a lot more attention by 1) Fighting with heroes instead of against them, 2) Defending HotGuy and fighting alongside him, and 3) Being a massive dick.

And people loved it.

Clips of CuteGuy were circulating everywhere; cussing out reporters, battering peoples’ faces with his wings if they got too close, telling kids they should really consider better idols than HotGuy, and plenty of other completely out of pocket interactions, though, nothing drew the public eye quite like the dynamic between CuteGuy and HotGuy together. HotGuy, well known for his confidence and charisma, was reduced to complete mush next to CuteGuy, desperately playing damage control and apologizing for every word that dropped from CuteGuy’s mouth. It was abundantly clear that CuteGuy was basking in the control as well, the shit eating smirk never leaving his lips as HotGuy was forced to trail behind him, sputtering through every word.

And Grian loved it too. He loved it. If it wasn’t clear from the videos alone; his head held high, wings poised confidently, the expressiveness of the performance, it was definitely clear when Grian came home, all but collapsed onto the couch, and talked enthusiastically until he just couldn’t stay awake any longer.

And words couldn’t describe how that made Cub feel. That Grian was happy. That he was smiling, even in his sleep, even after a tough couple weeks, even partnered with HotGuy, a man he did not particularly like. Grian was happy. He was going to be okay.

And yet, it was 2:00 AM, and he was still awake. Still scrolling through his phone, through clips, through every tweet and message that so much as mentioned CuteGuy’s name. He was so stressed. Cub had already started to break out; a little on his face and a little on his back, but he had no doubt it was only going to get worse, that he would never be able to stop worrying and thinking about every possible thing that might go wrong. So much. So much could go irreconcilably wrong.

Cub didn't want to put that on Grian, not right now when he was so elated (and also very asleep). But he wasn’t tired, and he wasn’t sleeping anytime soon, especially not like this, so wound up. He needed someone to tell him, confidently tell him this was going to be okay. To make him believe for tonight at least, he had nothing to fear. Luckily, he knew a guy, and also luckily, that guy worked nights often.

‘Are you working?’ Cub sent the message, a little more hopeful then probably warranted.

Scar responded instantly, with a striking amount of typos for a message so short, ‘m Up. Workinh. W’ and then after a short pause, ‘Wht up?’

‘Eventful night or?’

‘Ya.’ There was another pause, the typing bubble open for an awfully long time before a picture came through; a selfie of HotGuy, his visor cracked, nose bloody, and grin bright, posing for the camera. Someone was behind him, also posing, but Cub couldn’t see any of their face. Christ.

‘We can talk later’

‘Nonononow fine’

There was a long pause between this message and the incoming next, but the typing bubble stayed, so Cub waited, unable to help his own amusement.

‘dick and balls’

‘I eat dick and balls’

‘OMNOMNOMNOMNOMN’

Cub laughed, but didn’t get to respond before another message came through, completely indecipherable in what was presumably a great panic.

‘TIOL PGOME A’

Cub had to assume he didn’t get to finish the message. Given the length of time that had passed with no new texts, Cub got the feeling it might be a minute before any clarification was given. Not needed, really, but the mental image of Scar panicking after his phone was briefly stolen was enough to keep Cub smiling.

‘I didn’t realize you were so forward. You’re not getting impatient with me, are you?’

‘NK’

‘p’

‘I’m just not sure I’m ready for that yet.’

‘PENIS!!!!!!!’

‘You make a compelling argument.’

No more messages came through from Scar’s end, so Cub had to assume he put his phone down and focused on whatever it was that was going down on his end. That was perfectly fine. Still, Cub found himself content to watch the endless loop of the bubble at the bottom left, infinitely ‘typing’ for better or for worse. Probably for better. Cub didn’t know how much time passed before another message came through, but the animation made him jump.

‘So sorry. Checking my phone during a fight was a bad idea. Kicked her ass tho.’

Cub lingered on the screen, allowing himself a moment to enjoy this, enjoy a world in which something like this could happen. Something completely crazy. Mostly wonderful. ‘Are you sure about that? You looked a little worse for wear.’

‘You don’t know what I look like.’

‘You sent a picture’

‘Oh’ Then a brief pause, presumably as Scar went to check the picture, ‘We may have both gotten our asses kicked. She’s worse off tho’

‘She looked fine in the picture.’

‘She was less fine after getting the wind knocked out of her and then getting shot. Tidied that battle up real quick. People don’t love fighting with arrows in their feet. Kills the vibe a bit. But I didn’t feel like dragging anything out’

‘Wanted to talk to you’

Cub took another moment to himself, to pause, to feel warm. ‘Could we meet? Somewhere close to me, preferably. Can’t sleep. Need a distraction.’

‘Are you okay?’

‘Anxious’

‘I’ll let you know when I get there then. We can walk’

‘That sounds nice.’

Scar didn’t respond, probably already on his way, and Cub lingered in a moment of gratitude before getting back up and throwing on something a little warmer. He didn’t know how long Scar would be, but he wanted a little air regardless, so he left the apartment to stand outside while he waited. Dressing warm had been a good decision; the night air had quite the bite, but Cub didn’t much feel it under his clothes. It was nice. He felt a bit more like he could breathe.

It was only fifteen minutes before Scar pulled up in an Uber, chatting with the driver even after he was entirely out of the car, and Cub was pretty sure the Uber would have to drive away to get Scar to stop talking. But Scar did turn around eventually, entirely shell shocked to see Cub waiting there- it was kind of incredible how expressive he was for nearly 3:00 in the morning.

“Cub! Hello! You didn’t have to wait outside, I would have shot you a text!” Flecks of dried blood dotted Scar’s face and uniform, along with a nasty looking cut at his side, but he didn’t look bothered by the injuries.

“I wanted to wait. It’s stuffy up there.”

“It’s cold out here!”

“I’m not cold.”

“I am!” Scar announced, almost like he was proud, then waved one last time to the Uber driver before they left, “I wasn’t when I was working, but it must have gotten colder, or at least it feels like it after being in a warm car. I might freeze before I make it home.”

“Might bleed out before then.”

“Huh?” Endearingly, Scar checked his nose first, as if that’s what Cub would have been worried about. His hands were also pretty gross, probably from wiping away the blood from his nose before. “Oh!” He followed Cub’s gaze to the cut on his side, “You know, a cut like this is pretty rare! Not much gets through this suit. But it’s fine, I’m hardly bleeding. Trust me, I know my limits.”

“Well I won’t be giving you my coat if that’s what you were after. You’re gross right now.”

“Ah! Foiled again!” Scar snapped his fingers, and Cub rolled his eyes through his own smile.

“You weren’t getting it anyway, I like being warm. That walk you promised me might help you out though.”

“I-Well of course!” Scar waited for a moment for Cub to join his side, then began his aimless wander in what Cub was pretty sure was a completely random direction, “What’s on your mind then? You doing okay?”

“Ah, I’m a bit better now. I wanted to talk about Grian, but now I think I just want a distraction. The rest will pass.”

“Okay! I can do that! Grian had a big day, didn’t he,” Scar laughed, sounding a little out of breath. “He gave me a run for my money, I’ll tell you that. My people were not happy with him, but they were a little less mad at me when they saw the public reaction, so everything is fine on that end for now. Is he good? Glad to be home after all that?”

“Oh, he’s thrilled. Had a great time the whole way through and fell asleep in the middle of telling me all about it. At 7:00. I have no doubt he’ll sleep through the night anyway. Speaking of sleeping, do you just not get tired?”

“I’m exhausted. Took a nap though and was feeling pretty good, so I decided to go out anyway. And… have been relentlessly made fun of from 11:00 to 2:00. Everyone’s getting a kick out of CuteGuy it seems, but I’m happy to see it.”

“This does not surprise me. There’s quite a bit circulating about you two, I’ve seen more than one clip of you chasing after him.”

“What- Hey! I thought you didn’t watch that stuff!”

“I don’t. Usually. Tonight I do, though. Today I do. Maybe from now I until forever I do, so long as Grian’s involved.”

“Oh no, today was awful for me. I didn’t do a single cool thing- and everyone ALWAYS posts the flubs. I haven’t looked- tell me now I’m not allowed to look. Tell me I can’t look.”

“You should not look.”

“Augh!” Scar yelled, much louder than was warranted at 3:00 AM, but he didn’t seem to care, throwing up his arms in distress, “I need to be filmed doing something cool immediately or I’ll never recover.”

“Hey, it’s not so bad. People loved you. They were laughing at you, but they loved you all the same.”

“I don’t want to be loved when I’m down!”

“It’s a little funny.”

“Do not say those words to me! I won’t take it! I can’t take it! I’m fragile, Cub, very fragile!”

Cub rolled his eyes with a snort, “You’re fine.”

“You know, you wouldn’t guess it, Cub, but I’m a pretty sensitive guy. Doesn’t take much to get me down, it really doesn’t, so you’d better be gentle with me, or I’ll be thinking about it all night.”

“I absolutely would guess it, actually,” Cub said, laughing at the affronted expression that colored Scar’s face, “Maybe I want to see you when you’re down. Parade you around all day like Grian did, whiny like you are.”

“I- Excuse you!” Scar stammered, entirely flustered in all the good ways, “You do not- You do not get to be so mean to me!”

“I like it when you struggle. It’s human.”

“I’d much prefer you’d like me at my best!”

“Believe it or not, I,” Cub paused, letting the sound linger, “like you all of the time.”

Scar turned a delightful pink, as he always did when paid any sort of compliment, which was very sweet, and a little bit unbelievable, if Cub was being honest. Scar had absolutely no reason to be this smitten with him, and that wasn’t a self-jab, it was just true. Scar barely knew him, even now; Cub hadn’t even see him much in the past couple weeks, busy as he was with Grian, working, and whatever else it was that he got up to in his free time. This might’ve been the first time they’d seen each other one on one all week, though, Cub wasn’t counting. He wondered absently if Scar was.

When Scar finally managed to stop stuttering, he spoke, again, far too loud for 3:00 in the morning, “I just don’t think that’s true.”

Cub snorted, a little incredulous, “You don’t?

“I don’t!” Scar said, more confidently, “I do all sorts of things you don’t like, I know it.”

“Yeah, because I tell you when you’re doing something stupid or dumb or annoying.”

“Exactly!” Scar said, brightening, like this proved his point.

“You can be stupid, dumb, and annoying sometimes and also be liked in all your forms, Scar. Good or bad or getting your ass kicked, my love isn’t that conditional. I can not like something you’re doing, and still like you.”

“No, I don’t think so. See, you’re getting annoyed at me right now!”

Cub knit his eyebrows, indeed, getting annoyed, “Scar, that’s not how love works. Think about Grian, right? He does things that piss me off, that worry me, that make me want to pull out my hair, all the time, and I still like all of him. You like him too, thorns and all, I know you do. You don’t just stop when you’re being challenged.”

Scar considered him thoughtfully, looking at his hands still stained by dry blood. His own expression was strained, like this was an incredibly difficult thing for him to understand, which, on second thought, was a little concerning.

“Okay,” he said, though Cub got the impression he still didn’t quite understand.

Cub hummed, thinking. “Let’s take your hands, yeah? They don’t look great right now, do they. Do you like having bloody hands?”

“Uh,” Scar looked up, then back at his hands, “No. Not really. Gets itchy after a while.”

“Itchy. That’s good. I wouldn’t like itchy hands either. But you still like your hands, don’t you? They’re not unappealing as parts of your body just because they itch from time to time.”

“Guess not.”

“But if they itched all the time, or they were always covered in dried blood that flaked off everywhere and got in your food and your bed, that would probably be a little gross. You’d probably like them a lot less if they were always causing you problems. But they’re not always covered in blood. They don’t always itch. So it’s not that big of a deal, right? You can get frustrated with people and still like all of them. You’ve been frustrated with me before, I know it. That doesn’t change how you feel about me. People aren’t so volatile.”

Scar nodded, a little more firmly. “Okay,” he said, sounding a little more like he meant it. Cub was satisfied.

“I’m curious,” he started, hoping to move on to something lighter, “What’s your civilian life like? I feel like you have such a large presence as HotGuy, it’s hard for me to imagine what you do when you’re not being a superhero.”

“Oh!” Scar almost startled, but laughed, easing his own tension, “Well, it’s not very exciting, I’ll tell you that much. I am HotGuy most of the time, I mean.. work is work, and that’s a big chunk of my life. And beyond just working, there’s talking to strangers and hanging out in break rooms and all the other fun stuff I can’t do as a civilian. But I do like to go out, drink, meet people. I love to dance when I’m drunk. To get lost in the loud music and just move.”

“Wow, I can’t relate to that at all.”

Scar barked a laugh, and Cub smiled, chuckling a bit himself. “Well what do you like to do then mister? Besides work. Well, I guess you probably don’t like to work.”

“Not particularly. I flip flop wildly from hobby to hobby, and I’m between them right now, though I’ve started falling down a rabbit hole about fireworks, and honestly, it’s kind of grabbing me. We’ll see where that takes me in the future. In recent years though, there’s been a whole bunch of things. I like making games; card games, board games, stuff like that, I enjoy puzzling that kind of thing out. Space. I love space. I actually got possessed last year, that was kind of crazy. I like things that have some sort of creative-“

“Wait. Wait a minute. Possessed? What do you mean possessed. Explain.”

“Oh, I got sculk sickness. Grian got it too, but not as bad as me.”

“Oh- oh no! That’s terrible! That’s- sculk sickness is not the same as getting possessed, Cub.”

“You’d think that, wouldn’t you, but we got along.”

“What- What does that mean.”

“Well, Grian got it like people normally do. He was very ill, itchy, had the stuff growing all over his wings, poor thing, he really hates stuff between his feathers. But that’s how it spreads, right? Itching, getting the spores everywhere. That’s how I got it. We were kinda both in the hospital- away from the city, that’s where they quarantine people. Could you imagine how bad a big outbreak here would be? Anyway, we were both hospitalized, and everything was fine, but the staff weren’t really used to people who just.. walked out.”

“You left the hospital? Cub!”

“Well I just felt like I should. Sculk patients are mostly bedridden anyway, and early on, it was only growing near my hairline, at my back, shoulders; not places that were super obvious. No one noticed when I left the first time. Or the second time. Everyone knew my face after the third time, but that didn’t stop me from leaving a fourth time. Or a fifth.”

“Why. What- what could you have possibly been doing.”

“Spreading the skulk, bay-be.”

“What?”

“Again. Possessed. I wasn’t hostile or anything- mostly just a nuisance, I mean, there was a whole crew dedicated to cleaning up after me for a long time. They had to put a little tracker in me and everything because I just wouldn’t stop leaving and wandering around the countryside. It was pretty crazy. I’m still being monitored, which is pretty funny, but probably for the best.”

“And you got out five times? How did the staff keep letting you leave?”

“Oh, way more than five time. At least eighteen times I got out at least. They didn’t let me do anything, but they just couldn’t contain me. They put me in a jail cell one time and I just turned the bars to sculk. The poor guy at the reception desk, he didn’t even have a mask or anything, he was just terrified. He didn’t get sick though, again, I wasn’t out to hurt anyone. Probably the only reason I got out so much was because they kinda needed a special team to deal with me. Can’t just touch someone with sculk sickness, it’s too contagious.”

“A whole team of people had to take you back to the hospital eighteen times?”

“Oh, not quite like that. Two people at most, though it was usually only one woman. I liked her. She had spunk.”

“How did they get you back?”

“They just asked. I was pretty compliant. I leave, spread the sculk, and on the way back, I spread more sculk. I was perfectly happy with that. I even went along with most of the treatment procedures, though, I didn’t want to sculk to die. Obviously. We were buddies.” Cub paused, smiling when Scar gaped at him, “I don’t expect you to understand. No one really does, and that’s okay with me. Again, there’s a reason I’m being monitored. Well, that’s one of the reasons.” Cub lifted his hair so Scar could see the hairline, still dotted with dark blue-green sculk, shimmering gently in the low light. “Never got rid of it. You’re not in any danger though, don’t worry. It wouldn’t produce spores unless I wanted it to.”

Scar stared, in such shock, Cub couldn’t help but laugh. “Yeah. They don’t think I could do that. Despite telling them, I can’t actually produce the spores on command, so they think I’m safe. I mean, they wouldn’t have let me out of the hospital if there was a chance I was still contagious. The sculk by my hair is dormant, it doesn’t produce spores or spread, but I just know if I really actually wanted to, I could bring it back.” Cub smirked, “You believe me.”

“I do! It’s scary!”

“Well you’ve got nothing to worry about. I have to visit my doctors once a month for some tests, as well as some experimental work, which they pay me for by the way, it’s great, and I get the okay every time. My doctors are quite exasperated with me though. In a good way. Like I’m a complete enigma and also crazy but they love that. Like if the cool bug they found on the street could talk, and also they could study it, and also it likes being studied. They do think I have brain damage though. They have yet to prove this. Grian also thinks I have brain damage.”

“I can not believe you were just going to leave this at ‘you got possessed.’ This is crazy.”

“I thought you’d ask.”

“Oh!” Scar looked a little conflicted on how to feel, which was cute, but he got over it quickly, “So how did you get better?”

“Grian told me I was going to die.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, not too glamorous. Honestly, everyone and their mother was shocked that even worked, but he just sat me down and told me it was not looking good. Having sculk growing inside of you is not healthy, and it was very much starting to do that. But again, we’re buddies, so I let them treat me properly.”

“We as in.. you and Grian..?”

“The sculk.”

“Right.”“I think once I wanted it to stop, it would have. I don’t think it would have killed me. Maybe that’s delusional. I don’t really care that much. It doesn’t matter to me how any of this makes you feel, by the way. If you’re put off, it’s your problem.”

“I’m not! It’s a great story actually- I feel like that might just be the craziest thing I’ve ever learned about anyone- good! Frightening actually. Does Grian get scared?”

“He was for a couple months. Very worried. Made me take the meds for the sculk while he was watching for at least two months before he relaxed a little. At this point he’s just accepted this as part of me. Doesn’t like it though. Sculk doesn’t like him either.”

“It- The sculk talks to you??”

“No, I’m fucking with you. The sculk doesn’t have feelings. It just wants to spread.”

“Oh. Okay.” And then, almost immediately after, “Can I feel it?”

Cub choked a laugh, mostly from surprise, “Okay?”

“You can say no, I was just curious. I mean, if it’s not safe to touch I don’t want to touch it.”

“It’s- That’s fine, you just surprised me. It’s safe, it’s safe. Here,” Cub pushed his hair back once more for Scar to see, who wasted no time before pressing his fingers, a little hard, mind you, against his hairline.

“It’s soft!”

“A little bit, yeah. Could you be a little gentler?”

“Sorry!” Scar withdrew his hand, sheepish, “Skin’s not sensitive enough to feel right without a bit more pressure.” Scar didn’t linger very long, curiosity still gleaming in his eyes, “So that’s been there for a year? Longer? And you’ve been taking medicine for it this entire time?”

“Well I don’t anymore. Believe it or not, it’s not very good for you to be taking glorified weed killers for months on end, so I’m not anymore. Weaning me off was stressful for pretty much everyone but me, but I’m still fine, so.”

“Oh, weird! I’ve never heard about something like this before!”

“I’m not the only case, but it’s rare enough that they still didn’t have any idea what to do with me. The oddest part for me is I remember everything, I wasn’t like, out of it at all. I knew exactly what I was doing the whole time. Spreading sculk. Just felt right.”

“Can I kiss you?”

Cub coughed, and then kept coughing, and Scar raised his hands in alarm, “I- sorry! I meant to have this be more romantic, but then I forgot how to touch people, and it was too awkward then, but I didn’t want to wait, y’know?”

“You keep surprising me, Scar,” Cub laughed, a soft wheeze, and Scar smiled, something so unfairly sweet.

“Is this really a surprise?”

“No, not really.”

“So?”

“C’mere then,” Cub couldn’t help but look away, suddenly overwhelmed, though while Scar did close the distance, he didn’t lean in anymore. When Cub glanced back, he was looking, and even through his cracked visor, Cub could see his lidded eyes, gently thoughtful.

“You don’t look very much like you did want this,” Scar mumbled, not unhappily.

“You. Make me feel shy.” Cub replied through gritted teeth, thoroughly embarrassed, but Scar only chuckled, a quiet, joyful thing.

“You make me feel like I’m on fire.”

“That can’t be pleasant.” Cub paused, glancing back, “This feels awkward. Put your arms somewhere, across my shoulders maybe. Scar did as he was told, mercifully quiet.

“It’s not always. I just had to know you.”

“I still don’t get that. Me of all people, I don’t understand.”

“Do you believe in love at first sight?”

Cub snorted, “No.”

“I didn’t think so. But I’ve weaseled my way this far, haven’t I?”

“You make no sense to me.”

“Still want to kiss me?”

“I do.”

“You sure? I mean it, I can’t quite tell when you won’t look at me.”

“It’s just really intense to look at you right now. Maybe I could if you closed your eyes.”

Scar did so, no questions asked. And that made things a little easier, Scar smiling, his arms draped loosely around Cub’s neck. It was nice. A sudden wave of confidence spurred him on, pulling just a bit to get Scar on his level and promptly bouncing right off his visor.

Scar jolted and Cub did as well, frightened by the sudden stop. “Your-“ Cub stuttered, “I didn’t realize it was so bulky-“

“I didn’t either!” Scar laughed, and the joy was infectious, “I’ve never tried to kiss someone with this on actually, but that’s fine, we just have to switch our approach.”

“You’ve never kissed anyone?”

“HotGuy hasn’t. Civilian Scar gets around.”

“Does he now?” But Cub didn’t give Scar the chance to answer, “Doesn't matter. You’d better kiss me before we talk all night.”

“Little did you know, this was all a ploy to get in your coat.”

“Shush.”

“Okay!” Scar leaned in, admittedly, far more gracefully than Cub did, and while it was still a bit odd to feel the visor against his eyes, Cub was playing far more attention to Scar’s lips on his; gentle, soft. There was a kindness there that Cub couldn’t quite place, but he wanted to be kind too, to show he was listening, and moved deeper, hoping Scar would feel it. Scar pressed forward in return, his arms moving to hold instead of merely touch, almost desperate. Cub had never been held like this before, like he mattered, like he was the only anchor Scar had left to keep his feet on solid ground. Goodness, Cub felt anything but grounded.

Scar had a way of pushing his insecurities to the wayside. Cub had been nervous, very nervous to kiss him; it had been quite a while, and Cub would never have considered himself good at this type of thing regardless, but Scar was the perfect lead, outgoing, but also patient, and Cub felt almost impossibly cared for under his embrace.

Just as Cub’s mind began to wander to Scar’s mouth, and what it might be like to explore, Scar broke their kiss with a smile, his grin only growing as he breathed, ragged and goofy. Cub found himself chasing Scar’s lips, though settled to let their foreheads rest against each other, only a little uncomfortable on the crease of Scar’s mask.

“Was that alright?” Cub heard himself say, words only Scar would ever be able to hear.

Scar took a deep breath, he sigh long and content, “That was everything.”

“How do you feel about tongue?” Cub didn’t intend to ask so bluntly, but Scar laughed, a breathy thing, and Cub loved how he could feel every bounce of his chest, every movement of his shoulders.

“I’m afraid that might get me a bit too worked up, friend.”

Cub smirked, unable to help himself, “Is it so easy?”

“With you, I’m afraid the answer will be yes. And that sounds cheesy as hell, but I promise there’s an actual reason, it’s just a little odd and I’m not sure we’re ready enough to unpack that one.”

“An actual reason? What a treat that would be, if you’re telling the truth, anyway. If your ‘actual’ reason is just ‘The first time I saw you, I knew,’ that’s not an actual reason.”

“It’s not that, I promise.”

“Well what, then, you’ve gotten me curious now. Can’t be any odder than the sculk, I can handle it.”

“That is not the same thing at all. There is no way I can say this without it sounding so extremely sad and unsexy.”

“All of these things you’re saying make me want to know so much more. And I think you’re going to tell me, you’d just rather stall.”

“I- Okay. Listen, so there’s a lot of people here, right? Not human people. And not human people tend to be pretty sharp, have you noticed? Grian’s got it all, you must have noticed. Sharp nails, sharp teeth, even his wings can get sharp when he’s hitting you in the face with them, which is an experience I’ve had multiple times in the past couple weeks.”

“So you saw that I was human and that’s why you’ve been so smitten.”

“I- a little bit!”

“That makes so much more sense, why didn’t you just tell me before when I asked?”

“It’s a little deeper than that! It’s like- you don’t have any edges. You can’t hurt me- I’m never afraid when you touch me- I mean- if you touched me- and that’s very attractive.”

“..Alright.”

“See, I told you it would make things weird, it feels weird, but it’s not, not really!”

“I don’t think that’s weird, Scar, I’m just wondering how many people have hurt you when you’ve been intimate with them.”

“It’s not that. It’s mostly not that. The only people that hurt you when you don’t okay it first are assholes. I just like to feel safe, and you look so safe all of the time, and I’m hurting an awful lot as it stands already, so things like flat teeth and dull, chewed up nails really do it for me.”

Cub couldn’t help but smile at that last bit- dull teeth, what a thing to love, but his eyes wandered back to the injury on Scar’s side, the one he had probably been touching on accident.. gross. But no wonder he was hurting.

“Is that cut bothering you? Come home with me, Scar, let me fix you up. Maybe I can’t do as good of a job as your doctors, but I can try to give you a bit of relief. A washcloth, at least, to wipe your hands and face.”

“Ah- no no, that’s not what I meant. I have.. I just mean that I’m pretty messed up, I’m kind of just always like this. In pain. Internally. Most everything else doesn’t really bother me. Do I love having a big ol’ slash through my side? No. But I just.. don’t like the threat of pain, you know? And that’s always a threat, every moment of every day. I can’t imagine anything I’d rather do than just relax, you know? Not worry about a single thing.”

“Noted. My offer still stands, though-“

“Noted!?”

Cub rolled his eyes, continuing as if he hadn’t been interrupted, “You told me you were exhausted when we met up, so why don’t you come and stay the night instead of trekking all the way back home. You’d have to be quiet, but I think we can manage. We’ve got a nice couch as well if you’d rather sleep alone. It’s treated me well for plenty of naps.”

“You- are you offering your bed?”

“I’m offering. But I’m a big guy, so you wouldn’t have much space if you prefer it.”

“If I could never sleep alone for the rest of my life, I would make that happen. And without my legs, I’m not very big, so I think we’ve got our solution, don’t we? I should warn you though, I am a serial cuddler.”

“Hm. That might not work. We’ll find out if I punch you in the face or not in my sleep. I’ve been known to be violent.”

“There’s a 95% chance that wouldn’t even wake me up.”

“Guess we’re a match made in heaven then, huh?”

Scar lit up, the change in expression unfairly hopeful, “Really? You think so? You think so?”

“I was joking, but I don’t know if I can say no to that.” Cub stared at Scar for a little bit longer, the other doing his best to look extra pathetic. This fixed him. “Moment of weakness. I can say no. No.”

“You know, I am quite happy with Almost Not No.”

“I’m happy for you. So is that a yes?”

“I would love to.”

***

“Cuuuub,” Grian called, knocking on his bedroom door. It was closed, which typically meant he was still in there, but he wasn’t answering, which was very unfortunate, because Grian had an urgent question, “Cub! Cub! I can’t find the toaster waffles and I know you wouldn’t have eaten them because I claimed them, so I’m going to need either a confession, or help.”

Grian huffed when he got no answer, pausing in his knocking, “It’s 1:00, I know you’re not asleep. And if you’re listening to music this loud, you’re going to lose your hearing by the time you’re forty. You forgot to send me your work schedule for this week also, I need that too.” He waited once more, but still there was no answer. Well. “I’m coming in, Cub!”

And then, muffled behind the door as Grian grabbed the handle, hardly even audible, “please don’t.”

…

That wasn’t Cub.

Grian threw open the door, shrieked, then slammed it closed, marching to and from the kitchenette, then back in, where HotGuy was cowering entirely under the blankets.

“Are you naked?”

“No! No! Cub just had to go to work, he just let me sleep, that’s all- We were up late, doing nothing, by the way, not that that’s any of your business.”

“Where’s your mask? Are you wearing it? Did you sleep with it on?”

“I- Yes, I did, and it was not super comfortable I won’t lie, probably-“ Grian didn’t give Scar the chance to finish, tearing the blankets off and assaulting him with his squirt bottle, resulting in many satisfying screeches. “Why- Why do you have that?!”

“For rats! Get out!”

“Like-“ Scar covered his face with his hands, “Rat rats or human rats- Do you guys get rats?”

“Both!”

“Okay, okay!” Scar finally started moving, but not very quickly, which probably had something to do with the lack of legs, “Give me- one second, will you stop it?” Scar reached a hand to swat at the squirt bottle, but Grian stepped back out of reach. He did give Scar a brief reprieve while getting situated with his legs, but the second that was over Grian began again.

“Did you bring anything? Don’t forget it.”

“This is so- unkind. You are not nice, you are not nice at all, you are mean. Why are you so mean to me? Cub likes me, he told me he likes me, so why can’t you just trust he has fine taste! I’ll buy you you’re fucking waffles it you just stop- I’ll buy enough waffles to fill your stupid freezer-“

“Okay. Bribe accepted.” Grian stopped with the water, pleased, “Go on then. I’ll text you the brand, and you can drop your peace offering right at the building’s front door. Valid for today only.”

“You’re joking.”

Grian raised the bottle, and Scar got right back to it, still hurrying, which Grian appreciated. “Peace offerings will be expected from now on, otherwise, I’d better not catch you.”

“This is unfair. Cub invited me over, not the other way around. I’m so telling on you, he’s going to be so mad! You’re going to be in so much trouble.”

“I doubt that. I think he’ll laugh.”

“He WILL NOT laugh!”

“Call him then.”

“He’s at work!”

“He’ll answer.”

“Fine!” Scar snapped, snatching his phone off the side table and swiping to Cub’s contact, grumbling the entire way. He brought the phone to his ear, glaring, and Grian smirked, spinning the bottle in his fingers.

“Cub!” Scar announced as the line connected, loud and scandalized, “Grian has just barged into your room, and since he’s seen me, he’s been spraying me with a squirt bottle even while I’m trying to leave!”

Silence. Then, over the line, he heard Cub snort. Grian’s grin only widened.

“Cub!” Scar wailed, pathetically desperate, “He’s coerced me into buying him waffles!”

“Oh, that’s good,” Cub said, and Grian cackled, doubling over, “I ate the last ones this morning and I did not want to get more. I’ll pay you back.”

“You’re not paying him back,” Grian cut in, and Scar was stuck looking helplessly from Cub to Grian, utterly, pathetically betrayed.

“Oh, and tell Grian if he got my sheets wet he’s got to change them. Thanks, Scar, I gotta run now. Have a nice day.” Cub hung up promptly, and Scar was left to gape at his phone. Grian sidled over, giving him a rough couple pats on the back.

“It’s alright, bud. It’s tough being number two.” Grian swiveled around, satisfied, “Now get on out of here.” He left Cub’s room, knocking the door enough to leave it halfway closed.

#hermitcraft #hotguy #cuteguy #sculk cub #gtws #goodtimeswithscar #grian #cubfan135 #cubfan #hermitfic #hermitshipping #convex #cubscar

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changedmyminditsnicehere · 6 months

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So I know I posted a thing about Dreamling approximately 1252 months ago and then never did anything but I opened the google doc today and instead of doing anything on that I was immediately hit by the idea of gallerygirl!Dream (Sources for this AU - me and continued career as a gallery girl, or as my mother called me a 'girl Friday', which made me sound like a prostitute but is apparently a Cary Grant film) Anyway, I think Dream would make an amazing gallery girl. What else do pale goths with dramatic fashion tastes and who listen to way too much joy division do other than sit behind a desk and imperiously ignore rich people? Of course, he would secretly own the gallery because in addition to being a pathetic arts grad he is also a trust fund baby, but he's not telling that to the sexy art handler who comes in to install the gallery's very intermittent exhibitions.

The first time Hob entered the gallery, he immediately turned to Dream, who was doing peak gallery girl you-can't-afford-anything here-so-just-leave impression behind his desk in his ergonomic desk chair, and pointed out the marble statue he was moving looked both like a penis and a very peurile take on Louise Bourgeois. He then picked it up entirely by himself and the experience of seeing his biceps made Dream instantly forgive him for everything and totally forget about how much the insurance on the hideous sculpture was (if any, any of his employees mention that they suddenly start doing a lot more sculpture shows, Dream will personally end them.)

Anyway, no plans as yet, but if this inspires anyone else please do let me know, I want to read this without having to make the effort of writing it lol

#dreamling #gallerygirl!au #hob gadling #dream of the endless #the sandman #Listen I work in galleries and it really is hell I need an outlet

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lou-struck · 1 year

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Sweet Toothed and Sorry

Beelzebub x reader

~After one too many sweets, Beel has come down with a cavity and has to be muzzled.

WC: 1.4k

a/n: One of my goals for the new year is to start using more of the prompts on my google doc. this is one of them.

Your feet crunch down on the heaps of silver and blue candy wrappers that seem to carpet the floor of the twin's room. Suddenly, the roll of garbage bags in your hand seems to not be enough for the job in front of them.

After Beelzebub had led his Fangol team to victory in the conference championship, the Avatar of Gluttony was gifted a lifetime supply of candy from one of his team's sponsors.

But looking at the mess of wrappers scattered about the room, you have a feeling that this ‘lifetime supply’ will only last Beel a few more hours.

You see the demon in question sat crisscrossed on his bed fiddling with the wrapper of yet another bar. When his violet gaze glances over to you, he gives you a boy smile and holds out the bar candy he had just opened.

“Mc, Would you like some candy? They are so Yummy.” the demon says as you approach.

“Sure, I’ll take one.” You say tearing into the partially opened wrapper and taking a bite of the sweet. Its fruity flavor coats your tongue and fizzles like a pop rock. The sensation makes you giggle as he looks at you adoringly.

“It’s good huh, have some more, I got loads.” He says tossing you another.

You catch it and put it in your back pocket with a grin. “Thank you, Beel, I’ll eat later.” Are you say holding up the role of the garbage bags you brought in with you?

“And I bought you these, Belphie texted me saying he needed a little extra.”

He looks around sheepishly at the mess he made before answering. “Thank you, I guess it is a bit messy in here. I’m glad he thinks of these things.” He laughs before popping another sweet into his mouth.

“Wait where is Belphie anyways?” you ask looking around for the dark-haired twin.

“I’m under here,” a muffled voice calls from underneath a large pile of wrappers. Carefully you make your way across the room to pull a few off of the demon. After a few digs, you manage to free him from his aluminum prison. “Thank you for that.”

“How did this even happen? you got buried alive.” You ask, removing a little piece of foil from his hair.

“I dunno,” he shrugs, dusting himself off “I took a nap, and the next thing I knew I was covered in candy wrappers. I didn’t want to worry you, So I just messaged you for a few bags.”

“M’sorry Belphie,” Beel says to his brother, “I didn’t realize I was covering you up.”

“It’s okay Beel, It was like an extra blanket so I didn't mind too much,” he says comfortingly. “But we should clean this up a bit so it doesn't happen again.

He looks around again at the seas of wrappers on the floor and furniture, “Yeah, that seems like a good idea.”

“I’ll help too,” you chirp ripping a trash bag off of the roll of yourself. And tossing the others to Beel.

The orange-haired demon grins from ear to ear “That’s wonderful, thank you MC. And when we are done we can eat more of the candy!”

“Beel, don’t you want to eat something else? I’m worried that all that sugar is gonna give you a cavity,” you say tossing a few more wrappers into a trash bag.

But he only laughs, “I have never gotten a cavity before, I’m sure it’s only a human thing Mc.”

YOu bite your lip and think back at all the early videos you watched as a kid on proper dental hygiene with a shudder.

Belphie’s gaze softens as he looks at you “Don’t worry Mc, Beel will be fine, who ever heard of a demon getting a cavity?”

Apparently, you were right to worry.

Just because demons don’t usually get cavities doesn't mean they are immune to them. The copious amount of sugar Beel had eaten that day led him to develop quite a nasty one on his back molars.

If he were a human, he could have this little problem dealt with in a matter of hours, but since he is in the Devildom, he wasn't able to get an appointment with a dentist capable of filling the hole until tomorrow morning.

In order to prevent his brother from causing any more damage to his tooth, Lucifer had to take drastic measures to make sure that his brother doesn’t eat anything until his appointment. And Beelzebub; the Avatar of gluttony found himself hungry and wearing an enchanted muzzle that won’t break no matter how much force he uses on it.

The first couple of hours were rough, you swear your legs are still shaking from the tremors of Beel’s growling stomach.

You know not getting to eat for a day is killing the poor demon. But you haven’t been able to visit him yet.

You have been waiting in your room for a message from Lucifer telling you that it is safe for you to go see him.

Anticipation is too much to bear, and by the time your DDD buzzes you are halfway to Beel’s room, hoping you can comfort the Hangry demon until he is able to get his tooth fixed.

The usually wide open door to the twin’s room is now sealed shut and glowing with the familiar dark hue of Lucifer's magic to keep Beezelbub inside. Since the magic is directed towards Beel, you have no problem slipping past the barrier and giving the wood a little knock.

“You can come in,” you hear a quiet voice mumble through the wood.

Carefully you step inside scanning the room for Beel, the demon in question is seated on the side of his bed. His broad shoulder slumped and his eyes stare down at the carpet beneath him.

The muzzle he has been forced to wear is secured tightly around his mouth and jaw looking way too tight to be comfortable.

He looks up at you with a pained look of hungry despair on his usually sunny features.

His gaze rests on you, and he tries his best to smile, but he can’t bring himself to give you his typical sweet grin. “You came to see me?” he asks sitting up a bit straighter on the bed.

“I did,” you smile coming to sit down next to him “How are you feeling Beel?”

He frowns and his stomach lets out a pathetic little growl, ”I’m hungry, I haven't eaten for this long in centuries.”

“I’m sorry Beel,” you murmur soothingly, “I know this is hard for you.”

“It’s my own fault,” he sulks, “You told me not to eat just the candy, next time I’ll make sure to eat some other things too.”

The comment has you holding back a smile as you look at the muzzle against his skin. “Does it hurt?” you ask gently reaching out and touching the cold material.

He hangs his head low and shakes his head, “Not really, I think when I get it taken off I’ll feel a bit sore though.”

“I’m sorry, is there anything I can do? Besides sneak you food?” You say giving him a little smile.

He fidgets with his fingers and thinks for a moment trying to figure out what could help him feel better“Not eating makes me feel tired, would you sit with me and let me put my head in your lap like how Belphie does?”

Your cheeks feel flushed at his request, but when he gives you that puppy dog luck, you find it impossible to say no to him. “S-sure”

“Thank you,” he says tiredly, letting himself lay down on the mattress and letting out a shaky exhale. “This feels nice mc, you make a good pillow,” he says tiredly laying his head in your lap. “Can I stay like this for a while?”

“Mmmhmm, you can stay like this for as long as you’d like.” you humm gently running your fingers through his orange locks.

“It’s funny,” he murmurs his full weight relaxing under your gentle touch. “When I’m with you like this I don’t feel hungry at all.”

“Really?” you giggle “You, not feeling hungry?”

He lets out a little chuckle and gazes up at you “Well, maybe a little. But I am really starting to hate this thing.”

“Why now?” you tease

“Because, I can't kiss you when I’m wearing this,” he says taking your hand. “But I promise, the first thing I do when I get this thing off is to make it up to you. Then after that, we will go and get some food.”

#obey me x mc #beelzebub #beelzebub x reader #beel #beel x mc #beel x reader #beelzebub x mc #beelzebub fluff #obey me #fluff #obey me fluff #obey me shall we date

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