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illiana-mystery · 1 month

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Here's a little something for my mutual @fabuloussisterofsin. Happy Reading!

Cycle of Care

Plot: After another long day in the OBGYN unit of Chelsea General Hospital (he's a gynecologist in this fic), Harding arrives home expecting his usual greeting from his beloved girlfriend and the smell of dinner welcoming him in. However, tonight, he receives neither usual welcoming gestures. Confused, he goes upstairs to investigate to find his dear love sick and weak in their bathroom. So he takes it upon himself to take care of her and make her feel better after her own long day of battling the first bout of her period.

⚠️ This is an 18+ fic with mild NSFW content. Minors do not engage. 🔞 Thank you. 🙂

Taglist: @goodoldcharley , @imwithyoutiltheendofthelinebucky, @braindead94, @curbitkirby, @freddiefredfive, @writingkitten, @iobsessoverfictionalmen

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“Honey, I'm home,” the older man called from the front corridor as he put his briefcase to the side and hung his coats on the rack nearby.

He waited for your normal response, but to his surprise, it was silent.

He scratched his head in confusion, realizing that you were nowhere in sight.

Swiftly after, he noted that the lights were off in the kitchen and the living room.

That was even more peculiar.

You were always in one of those two rooms when he got home. And you always greeted him after work, especially on long nights like this.

And it was a very, long night.

He made you aware of that, as well as his growing annoyance with all of his fellow OBGYN's at Chelsea General Hospital at the time.

It worried you.

But you did your best to calm him down via text.

You kept sending him videos of apex predators being strong and steadfast in the wild. That, in turn, gave him the confidence and energy he needed to get through the rest of his hellish shift.

So he expected you to welcome him with big, open arms and a nice dinner as soon as he made it back home.

But nothing.

Still, he made his way upstairs to see if you were there. It didn't seem like the house was disturbed in any way and your car was parked outside.

So you had to be upstairs, right?

His inquiry was soon answered as he took his last step up to the top floor. In an instant, he heard you loudly throwing up in your shared master bathroom before the toilet loudly flushed after.

Harding was puzzled. He wondered if you were sick or if it was your monthly gift.

It made more sense that you were just sick, since you never threw up during your cycles.

But then again, you had started a new birth control he prescribed for you, so maybe that was the culprit.

Calmly, he walked into your shared room and then pried the bathroom door open to find you curled over the toilet still hurling into the bowl.

You had been in that same position for longer than 5 minutes and although you felt like you threw up all the remnants of your stomach lining, you still felt the urge to vomit more. So you didn't leave that spot.

However, your eyes did move over to your boyfriend. You felt horrible seeing how concerned he looked.

You could just tell his heart was aching from seeing you in such distress. It was clear as day in his dark eyes.

“Honey, are you okay?” he asked, before you threw up again.

“Hardy,” you started after you picked your head back up. “Babe, I'm fine. I promise. Just some menstrual sickness. I'll be okay.”

“You never have to vomit,” Harding swiftly replied. “This has to be a side effect of the new birth control I put you on.”

“Oh, right,” you responded. “Well, it'll pass. I trust your judgment. I like this birth control so far. If this is the only side effect, well that's fine with me.”

“Right,” he groaned. “How long have you been at the toilet like this?”

“About five minutes,” you admitted. “My period started this afternoon and you know how bad my cramps are. So I was resting, although this new birth control seems to make my cramps not as bad. Anyway, I guess I overslept and didn't have time to cook your dinner. I'm sorry, babe.”

“That's alright. I can warm some leftovers. That doesn't matter right now. What matters is you. Your dysmenorrhea is my main concern right now,” he clarified. “Is it just your normal cramps and this little side effect that's been bothering you today? Is that it?”

“Yes, I promise, Hardy. You don't need to worry about me. I'm okay.”

He wiped his brow in relief.

“Okay, good. I'm glad these new pills are helping your cramps a little, but I hope you won't be throwing up like this frequently. I guess we have to see throughout your cycle what happens,” he started. “But looks like you're done for now, so leftovers will have to wait. Let's get you cleaned up and ready for bed.”

“We don't have to eat leftovers, Hardy,” you assured him. “That Thai street food place is still open til midnight. Just call it in. I'll get my usual.”

“Okay, but after we shower,” he specified.

“Aye, aye captain,” you teased.

He chuckled, before walking over to you and giving you his hand. You took it and he helped you back on your feet.

“Thank you.”

“You're welcome,” he said back, giving you a sweet kiss on your cheek. You blushed, before he bent down lower and gave you another kiss on your neck.

“Hardy,” you cooed. “What are you doing?”

“Just because I can't kiss your lips right now, doesn't mean I don't want to kiss you at all,” he explained, as his hands moved to your clothes.

Gingerly, he took your tank top off before swiping your shorts and panties off too.

And when he glanced at your bare body, he couldn't help but lick his lips.

Sure, he had seen you naked plenty of times, but your natural curves and soft skin always made him go mad.

You were just so beautiful to him. It made him go crazy every time.

“Damn. You take my breath away every time I see your bare skin.”

You giggled, before blushing.

“Oh, you,” you chirped. “Now it's my turn.”

He snickered, before you moved forward and removed his bowtie. Once discarded, you began to unbutton his crisp work shirt and quickly threw it to the side to expose his peak form you loved so much.

Oh his titties and little paunch looked so nice under the bathroom lighting. And his little tufts of chest hair really were a nice garnish to his natural look.

But you had to see him bare like you were.

It wasn't enough to just see his glorious chest.

You wanted to bask in him, even if you couldn't have sex like you wanted to right now.

“Still admiring me?” he asked, thick eyebrow cocked up.

“When am I not? You're so damn handsome.”

He blushed before asking in a cocky tone,

“Are you gonna take off my trousers and boxers? Or will I have to while you watch?”

“I'm capable of taking off the rest of your clothes and admiring you at the same time,” you huffed as you began to take his pants off.

He just laughed, but loved the look on your face when you saw his unclothed, resting cock.

Well, it was half mast, but still a sight to behold to you.

It still amazed you how nice his cock was and how much his girth made up for his average length.

He had a nice, thick penis and he knew how to use it. And you were ever so grateful, especially on nights like these where he wanted to fuck his stress away.

You were so tempted to at least touch it, just to give him some sexual satisfaction. But to your surprise, he smacked your hand away.

“Oww, what was that for?”

“I don't need you to do that for me. I'm fine. Now let's get in the shower. Tonight, I'm taking care of you. Sex can wait until your cycle is over…that means any and all sexual activity.”

“Yes, Hardy,” you groaned before you followed him into the shower after he started the water.

After manureving to stand in front of your big and tall boyfriend, you sighed in relief as the gentle caress of warm water coated your aching body.

Harding always knew the right setting to put the shower spray on and tonight was no different. It felt like the soft pour of rain deep within the Amazon, and it was heaven to you.

He took notice of your euphoria, smiling at the sight of your content.

Your smile and the way your face would turn red at the slightest compliment or touch always warmed his heart.

He never liked to see you down or hurt or sick, so seeing this change in demeanor really helped him calm his worry for the moment.

“Relaxed?” he softly asked.

You nodded, running your hand through your now damp hair.

He lightly chuckled, before suddenly asking,

“Are your breasts tender?”

“A little,” you replied. “Why do you ask?”

“Because I forgot to earlier,” he clarified. “Allow me to help with that.”

You giggled, before the blush on your face exposed how excited you were for him to touch and massage your breasts.

Because you knew he wasn’t JUST gonna massage your breasts.

And you were proven right, yet again when you felt his soft belly against your back.

You mewed, before he bent down and began to track his lips down your jaw and into your neck. His gentle kisses made you feel all warm inside, before he finally moved his hands over to your bosom.

Gingerly, he rubbed the tips of his index and ring fingers on both hands against your nipples, moving them in a circular motion.

You bit your lip, trying not to scream at how good it felt. Harding was more than aware of how sensitive your nipples were, being your gynecologist first and all.

The memory of you moaning audibly when he gave you your breast exam during your first appointment with him still made both of you giggle.

“Still so sensitive,” he whispered against your shoulder he was now kissing. “Just like the first time I touched you there.”

“Yeah,” you hummed. “Your fingers and hands just feel so good.”

He chuckled.

“That's what made me fall in love with you,” he admitted.

“Really? You never told me that.”

“I guess I never wanted to admit it. But we've been together for a year now so might as well be honest. I never thought I would fall in love so quickly after my wife died. But then you came into my office, you beautiful ray of sunshine. My angel, sent to me from above. Your smile, your laugh, your timid voice, it all just sent my soul ablaze. I'm just glad you gave an old man like me a chance.”

“Oh, Hardy. I love you,” you hummed. “And I don't care that you're older than me. You know I like older men. You've been a heaven sent to me too. You're the best gynecologist and boyfriend a girl could ever hope to have. And between you and me, I've never had orgasms as good as you give me.”

He snickered before blushing himself.

“Thank you kindly, angel. I love you too,” he assured you with a quick kiss to your cheek.

His hands moved up to your soft flesh after, and gently he knead your boobs between his strong and sturdy hands.

You moaned loudly as he did so, leaning more into his belly as his massage became a little firmer.

“Still feels good, angel?”

“Yes, yes, Hardy. Please don't stop.”

“I’ll keep going for a little longer. But I have to address your cramps soon too,” he explained. “Looks like you don't have any lumps though. That's good.”

You laughed.

“It's not a breast exam, Hardy. You're always on, I swear.”

“Nothing wrong with checking on your breast health while I’m making you feel good,” he remarked.

“I guess you got me there,” you relented, before he slowly removed his hands from your breasts. “Thank you, Hardy. That felt so good.”

“You're welcome, angel,” he quickly replied before he took the handheld shower head off of its stand and angled it at your stomach and midsection.

“What are you doing?” you asked, annoyed that the water wasn't falling down on you anymore.

“Handling your cramps,” he swiftly said, before his thumb pushed the nob down and made the water spray out a little heavier and a bit faster against that skin.

“Ooh, okay. That feels really good,” you moaned, making Harding give you another cheek kiss.

“I know, love. I'm just gonna run this over your abdomen and midsection for a couple of minutes. Let me know if I need to change the speed or the temperature.”

“Okay,” you cooed.

He only snickered in response, keeping the shower head in his left hand while his right hand held your waist steady.

His hand holding your waist also moved in circles, gingerly tickling your skin there. It made you giggle and he gave you a sweet neck kiss after.

“Okay, you want me to run the water on your tummy a little longer? Or are you ready for me to wash your hair and body?”

“I'm ready for you to wash me,” you replied. “I miss more of your touch.”

He snickered in your ear.

“I'll wash your hair first,” he whispered, after he put the shower head back on its stand. “I want to take my time washing your beautiful body and praising it like I want to.”

“Okay…daddy…”

“What did you call me?” he asked, his voice oozing with intrigue.

“You heard me…daddy.”

He sinisterly snickered before pulling you closer to his paunch again.

“I'm gonna tear you up in 5 days,” he warned with a kiss to your ear and jaw. “But until then, I'm gonna make you squirm and beg for Wednesday night to come.”

“Oh, daddy,” you whimpered, as his teeth grazed your sensitive spot on your neck. He nibbled down, making you jolt a bit before you moaned in ecstasy.

“Sexy temptress,” he moaned, before he moved his head and hands from you.

You whined, but turned your head to see him gathering your shampoo in one hand as his other hand pushed down the pump.

“I'm coming,” he said when he saw you looking his way. “Be patient, little grasshopper.”

You giggled.

“Okay,” you playfully moaned before you felt his shampoo slathered palms moving around your scalp and hair.

His firm, big hands always felt so nice moving the shampoo around.

It was the most pleasant head massage.

“Rinse,” he instructed you before you ran your head right under the shower again and let the shampoo run down your skin and down the drain.

As you were doing that, Harding gathered some conditioner the same way as the shampoo.

You both met halfway again after and soon he was working the conditioner into your hair.

He was even more thorough, knowing that your conditioner of choice made your hair even more smooth and silky than it naturally was.

Because he loved touching and admiring your hair. It was one of his favorite ways to show affection to you other than the neck kisses and bites he always gave you.

“Okay. I'll let that sit while I wash you off,” he told you. “Would you like me to bathe you with your lavender wash or cucumber melon wash?”

“Lavender, please,” you answered.

“Your wish is my command, angel,” he replied, before he put some of the liquid on your favorite purple loofah.

He started moving the loofah against your back, making sure to make his fingers slip from the material so it could graze your back.

You whined at the teasing touch, so he began to kiss every area his fingers and loofah traced.

And to your delight, he got on his knees to playfully smack your ass before he moved the loofah over and kissed right where he smacked you.

“Oh, daddy. You're so naughty,” you teased to get a reaction out of him.

“I'll definitely be Wednesday,” he promised as he got off his knees.

He turned you around after, fully intending to wash off your breasts first.

He was gentle though especially when he got to your pussy.

And his kisses felt even nicer as he went on while you were facing him.

“Okay, you can rinse again,” he told you after he got back up on his feet again.

“Yes, daddy,” you teased again, as you did as he said.

Once you were done rinsing your body and the conditioner out of your hair, you returned the favor by washing Harding off with his favorite Old Spice gel.

He was practically mewing at your soft touch too, since you let your fingers slip past the loofah like he had. And you gave him many many kisses upon his body as well.

You just had to show him how much you loved him and appreciated his care.

“That was quite a shower,” Harding said after he turned the water off.

“Yeah, it was. But I'm hungry now.”

“Ditto,” he replied. “But let's get dried off and dressed first. Then I'll order dinner.”

“Sounds good to me,” you said back, following him out of the shower.

As expected, Harding insisted on drying your body and hair off before he dried himself off.

Then, of course, he also dressed you in your favorite pajamas once you put some new pads and panties on.

You threw your now dry hair into a bun after, while he got into his own pair of favorite pajamas.

You stared intently, but he didn't notice until he pulled his pajama pants up. Then he chuckled once he noticed.

“Like what you see?”

“Of course, handsome,” you said, reassuring him with a warm hug.

“Angel, you're too kind,” he said, his face turning completely red. “Now let's get you to bed. I'll order our food after.”

“Okay,” you hummed, rubbing your head against his arm.

He chuckled again, kissed your forehead, and then led you back into your room.

Without hesitation, you crawled to your side of the bed and let him tuck you in before he gave you another kiss upon your cheek.

“Take it easy, angel. I'm gonna go back downstairs, order the food, and wait for it while you rest up here.”

“Sounds good to me,” you chirped, before he left you, snickering all the way downstairs.

Luckily, you weren't by yourself in bed for too long. Between Harding ordering the food and him waiting for it, it was about 25 minutes of wait time.

And when he made his way back upstairs, you got really excited because you could hear his loud footsteps.

You smiled as he made his way back into the room. And you noticed that he had a tray with two bowls and two tea cups in his hands.

“Dinner is served,” he announced. “I got us Pad Thai to share, some roti bread, and green tea. I just wanted some tea, but I figured that you could have some too. It does help with cramps.”

“Aww, Hardy…thank you!,” you said as he came over to your side of the bed and placed the tray down by your feet.

Carefully, he gathered the teacup and put it on your nightstand before he handed you your bowl he topped with the roti bread.

You grabbed it and smiled at him, then watched as he moved the tray over to his side to get his bowl and teacup.

And once he got his self straightened out, he got closer to you in the bed.

“You can eat now, angel,” he said after he noticed you hesitating. “You don't have to wait for me.”

“I know. But I wanted to,” you clarified. “Thank you for making my first night of shark week better. You always have a way of picking me back up.”

“Funny, I could say the same,” he said with a hardy chuckle. “You're welcome, though. Guess this night wasn’t a complete bust on my end either.”

You giggled, before you leaned against his arm.

“I love you so much, Hardy. I'm so glad you're off tomorrow so you can take care of me more.”

He laughed.

“I love you more, angel. I'm glad to be off too. Because there's no patient I rather be with and care for than you,” he assured you...

...making you blush even more.

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flowersofepiphany · 4 years

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EYES OF A DEMON, HEART OF A HUMAN

chensung kimestu no yaiba!au

☆ jisung would never and could never hurt chenle. even if he was turned into a human eating monster.

winter had came as fast as autumn left, leaving the town buried in a blanket of snow. as tranquilly beautiful as the sight was, humans cherished their time in the daylight. when nighttime arrives is when all fear is let loose. where humans are locking their doors tight and hoping demons won't come and steal them of their life.

to flinch then tremble in fear when you are in the presence of one. to beg and hope that you'll make it out alive if a demon ever catches you, though it was very unlikely that they will.

with his parents brutally murdered by demons, zhong chenle had no choice but to try and find a home somewhere else and live on for his parents. the sight had been brutal; enough to leave a constant imprint in the young boy's mind. blood splattered onto every inch of wood that held up their small home. limbs that were ripped off thrown carelessly onto a part of the floor. but nothing could compare to the paper pale skin and dulled eyes of his parents. it felt like as if his throat closed up on its own, preventing him from being able to take in a single breath. he felt sick to his stomach.

"chenle! what's..." the boy's best friend came to a halt in front of the two mounds of dirt on the ground and chenle himself covered in dirt and what seemed to be blood. even when the latter tried to move forwards, he stayed still in his spot, his gaze never tearing away from the two mounds that were slowing being lit up by the waking sun's light. "oh chenle...i'm sorry..."

that was enough for him to engulf chenle in a tight hug. it didn't matter if he was covered in dirt or blood. there was a need for comfort and he was there to deliver it, it was the most he could do at the moment anyways. he wished he could do more. a frown never suited the boy and it broke him to see his best friend like this.

"jisung..."

"hm?"

"can i go with them too...?"

the question came as a surprise to jisung, tears unknowingly brimming his eyes.

"is it selfish of me to say that i don't want you to?" finally letting his emotions boil over, he held tighter onto his best friend's smaller frame.

once he felt chenle's own arms make their way around his torso, it was safe to assume that his request wasn't so selfish after all.

"don't tell me you're going to go sell coal in this weather. c'mon lele, you're going to get sick and you know it." nagged jisung, following the boy who was loading coal into his basket.

"i have to. the townsfolk need some kind of warmth during this harsh weather. besides, we can't keep this all to ourselves ji." chenle countered, hoisting the large basket onto his back like a backpack.

"mom's gonna be mad and start to nag at you crazily. and you know it's ten times worse that what i'm doing now." he pointed out, in a matter of factly tone.

"please come back early. you know what happens at night." jisung intertwined their pinkies and pushed their thumbs against the other's, sealing the promise.

"yes i know that way too well. just take care of mom, dad, and little soobinnie alright?" reaching up, he ruffled up jisung's hair out of pure habit. he always did this whenever he was going off somewhere, it was like a routine for him now.

"i will i will." with that, jisung bid chenle off, watching his back disappear downhill. please come back safely.

for a good few years now, chenle had been taking shelter with jisung and his family. the park's had always considered chenle family, so it wasn't hard for them to welcome the broken boy into their comforting arms. he couldn't be more grateful to know such a generous family as theirs.

their house is perched around midway of a mountain close to a village right at the bottom of it. jisung had told chenle that his father chose that spot, believing that the spiritual energy was positive and would most likely defend them from any bad energies. so far, the house has been living up to its expectations and none of them had encountered a demon as of yet.

once chenle finally reached the village, he was already greeting people left and right. to say that he was well known in this town was an understatement. everyone knew him as an angel sent down from the heavens. he'd help as many villagers as he could, barely asking for any money in return because he enjoyed helping them and that was enough for him.

"chenle dear, what are you doing down here in such weather?" asked a towns lady way into her late sixties. chenle knew her as miss kang. she usually made beautiful tapestries that she'd sometime gift the boy for helping her out so much. (he usually hung of the small tapestries in his room, admiring the colorful scenes that the depicted)

"i'm just delivering coal." chenle responded with a big smile that reached up to his eyes, causing them to wrinkle at the corners. "do you need some miss kang?"

"no no, it's quite alright. i should have enough to last me a good two more weeks." she declined politely, waving her hand. "but, i do have something for you. stay there for a second yes?"

chenle nodded and stood at her door as she went back to fetch something. when she came back, she had a steaming cup of sujeonggwa in her hands. "i just bought some fresh cinnamon so this should taste delicious."

"i'm sure it's going to taste delicious either way miss." chenle carefully took the cup into his hands and blew on the cup, trying to cool it down before he took a sip. once he did, the strong taste of ginger and cinnamon hit him instantly, but it was toned down a tad with the sweetness of the dried persimmons. warmth spread down to the male's stomach and he couldn't help but let out a satisfied sigh. "you truly are the best at making sujeonggwa miss kang. it never fails to warm me up from the inside out."

"oh stop the flattery. i just hope that's enough for you to carry on for the day. i heard it's supposed to be storming in the evening, so make sure to get home by then." miss kang warned, patting the boy of his shoulder.

"i understand!" and he was off again to deliver coal to the townsfolk who needed it. along with some minor jobs like helping mister kim with his load of potatoes or finding jeno's cat who's ran away for like the fifth time that month.

time passed by so quickly, he hadn't realize the winds picking up and heavy clouds starting to cover up the bit of light they had left. when he did though, he began hiking up the mountain as fast as he could. he promised jisung he'll get back early but by being so caught up with everything, he's totally lost track of time.

as chenle was passing mark's, a former demon slayer's son, cabin he heard the latter calling out to him. "chenle! what are you doing out at this time and weather?"

"ah, i was just heading back home hyung. nothing to worry about!" he responded.

a concerned look overcame the elder's features, "i can't let you climb that mountain lele. come back here and just stay the night, i don't want anything bad happening to you, understand?"

it was hard to say no to mark when he was whipping up his favorite; dried salted fish with a side of kimchi and rice. even though the bones were a pain to get out, it was well worth it for the yummy meat of the fish. he sat on his cushion happily consuming the food mark had provided him.

mark here had also fell victim to the demon's foul ways as his parents were taken away from him too. maybe that's why him and chenle clicked so well when they first met. it was a mutual understanding they had, and a beautiful friendship it became.

"i can feel the scoldings i'm going to get from jisung and his mom once i get back." chenle groaned, flopping back onto the futon mark laid out for him a few moments prior.

"then maybe you should actually listen to him for once?" mark suggested in a playful manner, as he laid down on his own futon next to chenle's.

"it's not my fault that the townsfolk need my help." the latter huffed petulantly, crossing his arms from underneath the covers.

"you can always politely decline lele."

"you know i can't do that!"

"yeah yeah, just go to sleep now okay? jisung's going to be waiting for you tomorrow morning with a sandal in hand, so might as well prepare yourself."

"i know. goodnight hyung."

"night lele."

the morning came and something wasn't sitting right in chenle's stomach. he left mark's place with thanks and promises of returning to hang out before he began hiking up the mountain again. when he was only five minutes away from reaching home, he started to shake uncontrollably for as the feeling intensified the closer he got. something wasn't right. something wasn't right. something wasn't right.

and that's when he made a break for it.

"jisung!" no answer.

his breath became ragged and every intake of air stung due to the frozen air. the house came into view, and at first everything seemed fine, but a closer look and he could see that it was eerily empty. too quiet to be the park's household. soobin should be out and running about around this time, playing with the snow while jisung tailed him.

scanning the place, he finally saw it.

crimson dotted the fresh snow, bright and unforgiving. memories from that morning came back to him like a punch to the gut, and he couldn't bare to think of what happened in that house. yet, he made his way forward. heavy steps imprinting in the new layer of snow that conjured up last night.

a familiar mop of black caught chenle's eyes, and his breath halted.

there laid his best friend with his arms wrapped tightly around another, much smaller body. soobin.

"no no no no no no no no..." he stumbled onto the scene, dropping his basket somewhere along the way. dropping to his knees, his hands hovered over the two bodies, shaking violently. if i touch them, it just makes this all a reality. he didn't want this to be a reality. he didn't want any of it to be.

"jisung, you have to wake up. soobinnie, hyung's back, please open your eyes huh?" chenle started to mutter absolute nonsense, eyes darting everywhere so see any signs of what was left of the demon.

but no, not even a cloth from its clothes nor a strand of hair to mark its identity. only death and destruction lie in its wake.

looking into the house, two figures lie deathly still. red painted the walls as if it were some revolting mural. turning back to jisung and soobin, he tried to feel for any warmth on their bodies. maybe it wasn't too long ago and they still had a chance to live. yeah, that's right, they're going to be okay, he told himself.

chenle's heart dropped to his stomach. soobin's skin was ice cold, no warmth could be detected at all. he then moved to jisung, already accepting that the latter would be cold too. but no, a sparse fire could be felt and chenle didn't know whether or not he was imagining it. deciding to take the chance, he hauled jisung's body onto his back.

at this point, it didn't matter that jisung's stupidly long and lanky limbs weren't hanging awkwardly around his smaller figure, or if the metallic smell of blood filled his nostrils. it didn't matter because there was a chance that jisung was alive. and you bet he's going to take that chance.

running down the mountain terrain was a difficult task, yet it didn't stop him from running even faster.

"it's okay ji, i've got you. you're going to be alright. i'm going to get you some help so stay strong for me okay?" the latter encouraged, feeling parts of his nose and cheeks start to go numb from the cold.

while he was busy running, he didn't notice the male on his back slowly rising from his back. his eyes weren't its usual dark brown as it took on a stormy gray hue. he bared his teeth, canines unnaturally sharper than usual. the smell of human flesh was so pungent and he couldn't resist the animalistic hunger that overtook him. there wasn't one reasonable thought in his head besides the fact that he need to eat.

right when he was about to bite down, chenle stumbled in his steps while trying to take a sharp turn, causing them both to fall over the cliff and onto the ground below them. thankfully it wasn't that far and that a thick layer of snow lined the once grass filled terrain.

chenle's mind was going into overdrive. there was no time for recovering from the fall or to catch his breath. he needed to get back on the trail with jisung...

speaking of said male, chenle shot up from the snow as his eyes darted around to find the familiar cerulean of his kimono. he couldn't even lay an eye on it before he was harshly pushed down onto the snow again. on instinct, his hands came up and held on to the person's shoulders then adjusted his vision to see who knocked him over. the answer came as a total shock.

"j-jisung? y-you're—" he couldn't even finish before jisung pushed down with inhumane force, ready to bite off his head.

reacting quickly, he was able to shield himself with his sheathed hamidashi. the covered blade was shoved horizontally between jisung's teeth, preventing him from biting down much. yet, it wasn't enough for jisung to stop relenting. chenle's eyes were blown wide at the boy in front of him; eyes a dark gray, canines obviously larger and sharper, with veins popping out of his forehead.

"JISUNG! LISTEN TO ME, I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE! PLEASE..." chenle screamed, hoping—no, knowing the jisung he knew was still in there, somewhere. he flinched when he felt jisung's nails digging into his forearm through the fabric of his own kimono. "stop...please...y-you're hurting me..."

chenle's eyes were squeezed shut, trying to block out the pain that was running along his forearms. then, out of nowhere, he felt some warmth on his cheeks. last time he checked, he hadn't shed any tears, or did he without knowing.

to find out, he opened his eyes and was met with jisung's glossy eyes. i'm sorry, they seem to say. it was clear that jisung was fighting to let go, but the demon blood that had entered his system was too strong for him. his hands were shaking violently from how much force he was putting into stop the urge. he didn't want to hurt chenle anymore.

"jisung breathe. it's just me. there's no need to cry alright? i-i'm fine, see?" chenle mustered up his best smile to show that he was okay. to show that he was in no pain at all.

little by little, he could feel jisung's grip weakening then finally loosening completely. his bangs fell over his eyes, covering them from chenle's sight. sitting up on the elder's hips, his hands curled up into tight fists at his sides. using every bit of willpower he had left, he squeezed his eyes shut and tried to restrain his hunger. don't think about it, he told himself. don't hurt chenle.

chenle watched as the boy before him went into an internal battle with himself. he was biting so hard onto the covered blade, chenle was sure he'd shatter it at any second now. unconsciously, he picked up his hand and gently placed it upon jisung's head, petting it lightly like how he always did when he was going off into town. except this time, it wasn't a goodbye. it was an 'i'm here for you, it's going to be okay'.

after helping chenle fight his own battle of losing his parents, and wanting to end his life every minute of the day subsequent of that fateful morning, it was his turn to be there for jisung all the way. it didn't matter that jisung was now a demon, as jisung was still jisung. and it held clear that he was fighting back to the best of his abilities.

cautiously, chenle removes the hamidashi between the latter's teeth. from there, he sat up too, cupping jisung's face in his own hands so that they could be eye to eye.

"y-you should run while you still can." his words came out frail and shaky. "i...i don't know how much longer i can hold this off."

"i'm not going anywhere, ji. i'm staying right here. with you." chenle replies stubbornly as always. sometimes, jisung wished chenle wasn't so stubborn. to care about his own wellbeing for once instead of others.

"please...i don't want to hurt you. you have to go." tears were still spilling out of his eyes, marking up his flushed cheeks.

"no. i refuse to let you suffer alone like this. you were there for me when i felt like the whole world had collapsed on me. now it's my turn to be here for you." chenle used his thumb to smear away the younger's tears. "it's okay if i get hurt. i'm fine with that."

hearing those words never felt so good but it also stung like an open wound exposed to salt. jisung was glad that chenle refuses to leave him, but the other side of him felt so so guilty. why should he risk the life of someone he loves so much? he wanted to push away, but his hands wouldn't respond to him. all they did was pull chenle closer until he could feel the other's heartbeat against his own.

#chensung #chenle #jisung #kimestu no yaiba #nct #nct dream #oneshot #lilsomethingbasedonthefirstepisode

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The recent imagine is amazing,but I'm not a big fan of angst..If u have time,could you make the fluff version of the imagine?

Dear anon, I said I would be back with a lighter-hearted version of this post, and I always try to stick to my word so here it is!(Forgive me or any mistakes, there are bound to be more than usual with the dizziness still kicking in off and on. Also his will be under a readmore because this is getting really long)

It had been months since Noctis had seen them. And in this whole time there wasn’t even a faint whisper of their name being carried in the wind; not anywhere in Leide, or Accordo, and certainly not in Duscae either. Until today. Noctis gazed out deep into the horizon. The fog of the afternoon blanketing over and covering the scenery of the distant forests. A chilled but gentle wind kissed over his skin. For the first time in what seemed to be forever, the world was quiet. It had been a while since he had a moment alone to himself like this, where he could savor the quiet of town. It allows him to think- about home, about his father, his duty, Luna… and thoughts of them momentarily slip into his head. Where did they go? Whatever became of them? Were they gone too- No, that’s not a thought he wanted to entertain. Noctis closed his eyes. If he closed them hard enough, he could swear he heard their voice- “Noctis?”- In fact it sounded so much like they were behind him, even now… “Noctis, you’re not paying attention are you?” Noctis’s eyes jolted open when he felt a tap at his shoulder- and in that moment he knew that this wasn’t just wishful thinking. “It’s you!” he says with excitement in his voice as he turns to face them. Part of him wants to reach out for them and hug them, to hold them in his arms like he had before. But it’s been so long, and after the last time they probably don’t view him the same any more. Even if he’s back to being on good grounds with them since he’s found out the reason, the feeling likely wasn’t completely mutual. For now, all that matter was they were right here in his presence. They’re tired and worn, with heavy bags under their eyes. Skin dry; cracking and splitting on their hands. Dirt spackled over them. It’s clear to Noctis that they had been stuck traveling on foot- even though they were clearly exhausted, they still seemed to hold their head up higher than before. But now wasn’t the time to bring their appearance into anything. “Speak of the devil, I was just thinking about you.” They cocked a brow, “Nothing too bad, I hope.” “Ah- no.” He nervously scratches at the back of his neck, “Not at all actually.” “Good, because after our last meeting I figured opinions might not exactly be the highest.” They let out a light chuckle. “Speaking of which, you’re taking me being here a lot differently than I expected.” “Well, if I didn’t know the why’s, I might not have been taking it so well.” “Oh… you heard huh?” “Well you didn’t tell me, so I had to figure it out somehow. I just wish you would have told me about that before.” The tone of Noctis’s voice sounds disappointed, almost chastising in a way. Their head tilted down; it stung. “Yeah about that… I’m sorry I didn’t before. But at least I’m here to give the news now.” “News?” Noctis inquired. As if his focus wasn’t on them already, his stare was now fixed and attentive; he was eager to hear, “ Is it about the Empire? What about your friends?” “Maybe things didn’t end up the prettiest as it can get…” They began, “but at least it’s resolved in some way. Meaning that unfortunately now they might be after my head but I’m yours again if you’d have me.” Noctis begins to nod at them. A small smile forming on his lips as the last handful of words leave their mouth. “Alright. I might have to have a talk with the rest of the guys, but I’m willing to put my trust in you once more.” “Good, I was hoping you’d let me back in because I have even more news for you.” And his very first thought was an ‘uh-oh’. This time he started to brace himself, because he’s so used to bad news following up the good. “Oh?” They took a sharp inhale of air through their nose and slowly exhale, briefly covering their face with their hands and only lowering them when they finally went to speak. “Yeah, you might just have an heir coming your way.” Noctis’s eyes went wide with shock. “Wait? What… do you mean? Heir…?” This was a joke right? He started to nervously laugh it off but the way they looked at him… he knew they were serious. “But when?” “Well unless the Astrals decided to come down and pull some funny business, I’d say it was probably that only night when we had snuck out of camp.” “Yeah but-” “Noct,” they placed a hand on their hip, “If this is a problem, I can handle it on my own.” “Ah- no, no that’s not what I was trying to get at!” He stumbles and stammers over what to say. Almost embarrassed by his reaction and poor choice of wording- he feels like he put himself into a corner. But he relaxes as soon as they tell him it was fine, they were just trying to give him a hard time, “I’m… It’s not easy news to swallow but, I’m happy? I’m nervous too but- “I guess I’ll have to find a safe place for you; maybe you and Gladio’s sister can look after each other over in Cape Caem for a little while. Unless you already have a safe place planned?” “Nah, no place exactly.” They say, shaking their head, “Sounds fine with me. I could use a quiet place to settle for awhile anyways. But what about you?” “Me? I’ll still have to keep fighting on. But when this is all over, I promise we’ll come back.” “We’ll be waiting. But until then, or at least until you have to leave,” They extend out their hand, waiting for him to take it, “Why don’t we take a walk?”

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It’s in the late of night and Ignis is laying on a hotel bed; under the sheets and starting to drift to sleep. The bed’s not like anything he had back at home, it’s not as nice or as firm, the blankets not as light or soft. But it’s a bed, and it’s doing it’s job just fine. The door cracks in a little, letting the light from the hall peek in. He barely opens his eyes and notices a shadow moving on the wall. He thinks perhaps it’s one of the other guys in the group and he’s expecting any moment now for one of them to start talking. But they don’t. Instead there’s a sudden sinking in the mattress in the bed beside him. And cool arms, that are in desperate need of a warming, slither around him. Ignis smirks, “You’re late.” That was one line they were getting all too used to and they scoffed. “You always tell me that anymore.” “Perhaps. But you also did come late into the night.” “As I always do for you.” They laugh once he gives them an ‘I’ll ignore you said that’. “But I’m sorry. I’m being worked to the bone.” “I know you are. And hopefully we can resolve this soon. For you and all the others.” There was a few minutes of silence, where the only that could be heard was light breathing. Ignis felt himself in the middle of dozing off again right as they spoke up again. “And the three of us.” “The three? Who would be the third?” He said, groggily. “I was hoping for a better time to tell you, but I guess I may be a little gungho about it. “You remember when I had been complaining about feeling sick all those days recently right?” “Yes, I do. I remember you also puking down my front as well.” He snarkily mused. “Ah… I’m still sorry- but about that. Turns out it was morning sickness.” “Morning sick-” Ignis was quickly jarred out of his sleepy haze and as he slipped from their arms he sat up, almost literally throwing the covers off of himself and turned on the lamp that sat on the bedside table, “Then you are?” He paused, thinking to himself momentarily. “Then we can no longer have you play the part of the mole for us.” “Why not?” Quickly sitting back up, they snapped at him; not bothering to keep hushed and not caring if they disturbed anyone. Ignis shushed them. “Ignis I’m so close now!” “Close? Do you mean-” “Ignis just give me a short bit longer! I have some other insiders who have been willing to help me, ones who have a very similar situation to me! It won’t be too much longer before we can cut loose and get everyone out. And we can help you and the rest of the guys tear through around then too!” Ignis watched how the longer they went on the more hopeful and joyous they looked. And even he had to admit that it was contagious. Even so, this was no matter to take with a simple grain of salt- this was becoming more risky. But they already knew the risks and the caution that they would have to move with. So when they finally began to plead with him- “Please! Just give us a little more time Iggy Please?”- He couldn’t help but to crack. “If you’re that close and you have faith this all can be done… then who am I to say otherwise? When’s the soonest do you think this plan can be put into motion?” “Likely any time after you all rendezvous with Lady Lunafreya next. After that, all you have to do is give the word and we’ll start!” They beamed. “And will the Empire hold off from the others until then?” He asks. “I’ll make them.” “Then let us not focus any longer on such grim subjects and focus on the moment now.” Ignis patted the bed. “You look tired, why don’t you remain for the night and join me in rest?”

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It’s over in Old Lestallum where they all decide to take a break for the day. Much of them are tired and need the day to stretch out, lest they go too stir crazy in the cramped car. Gladiolus takes it upon himself to scout out any information. It doesn’t matter if it’s world news, monster sightings, or just anything at all.. He just wants to know what’s going on in the world around him. It’s as Gladio is looking around town that finds the glimmering of a trinket in a shop window that catches his eyes. Normally he pays no mind to what’s in shops (not unless it’s it looks like something Iris would want), but this time? It reminds him so much of them- after all it’s their style. And then he gets to thinking… How long has it really been? Months? And still after all this time they’re fresh on his mind. Hell, they always are. Though he’s never admitted it, that’s been an extra reason why he seems to search the towns so hard anymore. They seemingly disappeared off of the face of Eos which was god damn concerning. And he’d hate to leave things off the way they were from the last time they even shared a room… But no word was still better than bad news- there was always at least some kind of hope, even if just a sliver of it. Gladio finds himself going into the shop. He reaches for the trinket and gets it, serving as a reminder to himself, but at the same time if he ever did see them again then he can at least use it as a way of saying he’s sorry. It’s when Gladio steps out the door to the shop that he sees them, or at least he thinks he does. He’s sure he did. So much of the features, from the ones he could make out, made it sure look like- Without another thought he runs off after them. Maybe it’s not them. Maybe his eyes played a trick on him. But if he doesn’t find out now it will forever eat at him. Gladio gets closer and closer, almost in arm’s reach now, and his hearts starting to race. He calls out their name and finally extends out his hand, grabbing them by the shoulder and coming to a quick halt as he turns them around. “Would you look at that, It’s really you.” He gawks at the sight. Somehow looking at them feels more like a dream than a reality. After all this time and their meeting is merely by chance, and that almost didn’t set right. “Just where have you been…” Gladio’s sentence trails off when he looks downwards. And in their arms he sees a infant swaddled in a light colored cloth. The gears are already turning in his head- this couldn’t be from after they left. Was that- The sudden sound of their voice snapped him from thoughts, “Wait, you were actually looking for me?” “I wouldn’t be here right now if I wasn’t.” “You were looking for me… and you aren’t trying to murder me?” They say in disbelief, “I must be dreaming or something.” “A pretty good dream if it has me in it I’d say.” “I don’t know, I’m sure there’s been a fair share of nightmares… But we should head back someplace better. Follow me.” Still careful but in charge of the situation; that’s one thing he’s always liked about them. Gladio had no arguments; he just nods and follows them. Their home was small and quaint. Not in the best shape by any means, but it had to do. They ushered him to the living-room couch as they went to the other room, and came back out without the infant in hand. Must be the child’s room, he thought. They sauntered in front of him, taking a seat in the chair across from “So what really brings you here? I know it wasn’t just for me.” “Maybe not initially. But it is now.” “How sweet.” His former partner rolled their eyes. “But really, why are you here?” Gladio slowly reaches down into his pockets. His fingertips graze over the metal of the object he had just minutes ago tucked safely away, clasping around it. “I wanted to give you this.” He says, as he extends his hand out, leaning forward just enough for them to close the rest of the distance and allow him to drop it into their hand. He leaned back, and watched them to see if he earned any kind of approval. They cocked a half-smirk and chuckled as the trinket was gently dropped into their hands. They liked it for sure, after all they had been eyeing this for the last week or so; ever since it came in. “You never were one to give things like this, so this is a pleasant surprise. Thank you Gladio.” “Consider it as just a small piece of my apology.” He tells them. “For what? If you’re talking about the last time, then consider it something of the past now since you’re not here to kill me- or just kick my ass down the street.” Gladio let out a hearty chuckle. “I can’t bring myself to do that. Not now, since I know. Speaking of which how did that all turn out? Did they let you go?” “Yes… just not willingly. Freeing prisoners, hostages and framing others in the empire, including a higher up, doesn’t come at a free price. At least not when they find out the truth.” For minutes they went silent. Searching their memories and recalling everything that had happened along the way. They could remember how hard their heart beated each day. How long walks or drives became when paranoia flared and they wanted to make sure no one was following. Even if no one had known of their plans, back then they felt like at any moment someone could have been watching. Those times was one founded on fear. “I was lucky enough to get out after horrendously putting a fork in the gears and taking back everything I needed to. All before they could catch me… But showing my face is playing a dangerous game now.” “We’ll fix that for you.” “Yeah? Too bad I can’t be apart of that myself. At least not anymore.” “You mean since you’ve had your child-” “Our child, yes.” They interrupted. “Can’t exactly leave my responsibility behind to go fight.” “You sure? Be like the warriors of old?” Gladio chuckled. “Nah they already did that and had that experience. Traditional just… isn’t for me.” Although they didn’t laugh, they still cracked a smile over his joke. God did he miss being able to get them to do that… “Anyways, don’t you have the guys to go back to?” “I don’t have to be there right away.” Gladio said. “Besides, I’d kind of like to catch up. If you want to that is?” “I suppose that couldn’t hurt. Why not spend the night?” “Spend the night huh? This isn’t a ploy to share a bed with me again?” “Gladiolus…” They huffed, clearly unamused, “Only in your dreams, lover boy. I might be letting you into my house but I’m not trusting you so far as to let you sleep beside me… or with me. At least not right now, so you can get used to the couch.”

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After the last confrontation, Prompto managed to get his love to stay. At least for the time being. Every now and then they made hushed whisperings of plans to him. Ones where they would have to leave; Prompto would be the first to admit that he didn’t like this. But maybe they were right, maybe that would be for the best? But the thought of that scares him. They carry the weight of the burden on their own two shoulders and he feels like he can’t do much to help them; even though they assure him that he’s doing the best by keeping them safe. The hope doesn’t glimmer in their eyes as much as it used to, and they offer him words like “it’s okay” and “everything will be fine” and those are the words he wants to tell to them instead. Especially now since sickness began to kick in on top of it. The moon sets high in the sky. His partner had quickly exited the tent, waking him up with movement as they had fumbled to crawl through and leaving him to chase off after them, Prompto picked up and held back some hair to keep it out of their face as they bent over by a nearby tree and started to puke up dinner from earlier. “Sheesh, are you alright? You’ve been doing this a lot lately and I mean a lot.” Prompto said as he soothingly rubbed and patted over their back. “Yeah, I’m sure it’s just some sort of bug. Used to get’em a lot so I know I can deal.” “You sure?” “I mean, there’s worse going on. Like right now.” Words as grim reminders, and Prompto winces over what they said. “I think I can manage. But now that I’m out here, and I got you all to myself; I need to have a talk with you.” Internally, Prompto is cringing. He’s always hated “we need to talk” or any variation of that sentence. But especially now. He knows what this is going to be about. “Prompto, I think I am going to go ahead and leave soon.” That was exactly what he thought this was going to be about. “But why?” He asks. “Prompto I have to. I have family I’d like for you to meet in the future, but I can only do that if I get them back first.” “But should you really? You’re sick.” They sigh. They knew Prompto meant well, and his heart was in a good place. But it felt as if he was missing the picture. “Please, I’ll manage. Besides it will be better if I do this now ahead of time, while I still have the chance. At least if I go back, I can try to direct them away from you all. Even if that works only just one time it will be worth it.” He still frowns and fidgets nervously. Prompto’s heart it sinking and he still wants to object to all of this. But he knows he won’t sway their determination… Even the astrals with their eyes closed could see how distraught and frightful he was… They closed the space between themselves and Prompto, gently cupping his face into their hands and pulling him in close, pressing their forehead to his. “It will only be a little while Prompto. I promise. I’ll be back.” “But can’t you stay? Just one more day?” “Alright, but no more than that.”

****** Every single day after that Prompto worried and waited. Always gazing off into the horizon and waiting to see them walking over the hills or around the building corners. Time went on and on, and on. As much as Prompto tried to hold faith in them and hold his head up high, he could still feel hope slowly slipping from his fingers. But the day that Ignis walked back into the hotel saying “I do believe someone wants to see you” was the happiest he had been in years- they were back. Despite the new marks and the new scars that came to tell their tale, Prompto was just excited for their return “home”. “You’re back!” Prompto nearly shrieked, running full force at them. He pulls them into a tight hug. “What happened? Is everything okay now? Tell me everything!” Pulling away, the two of them move to the end of the hotel bed to sit down. And as they recounted everything to Prompto, he was happily nodding away. God he missed them; the sound of their voice, their gestures, the creases and wrinkles that would appear on their face as they talked or smiled. “One last thing though.” “Yeah?” “This might end up seeming overwhelming, but we may just be on the nest.” They say happily. “On the nest? Wait- you don’t mean? You mean- and you did all that while? Is it okay?” Immediately Prompto brings his concern down to their belly, bending down and meeting it eye to eye, so to speak, patting and rubbing his hands over it. “Ahh- what are we going to do though? I can’t have you getting into danger when you’re like this!” “We’ll find something out Prompto. But why don’t we focus on what we have right now and think about the rest later?”

#FFXV #Scenario #Prompto #Ignis #Noctis #Gladiolus

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