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borathae · 11 months

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↳ Index [Chapter 25 - Musique]

• Musique (French, music)

Warnings: nightmares, lotsa comfort, they share a really lovely moment, Jimin acts like a jealous dick though, like my dude it’s not that deep take a chill pill, she also does some stupid overthinking hahahelpher

Wordcount: 7.6k

a/n: idk what to say man, i just love this lil family so much

Someone is whispering your name. Over and over and over again. Louder and louder. You open your eyes. No. You are back in that corridor. That hallway you find yourself in each time you fall asleep. Dark walls, dark floors, sparse lighting and so much blood. Blood on the walls, the ceilings, all over the floor. Barely any air as panic controls you. There are figures in the shadows. Right at the end of the endless corridor. You can’t see their face, but you know that they are human. Or at least it pretends to be. Your name again and again and again. You try to shield it by covering your ears. The figure moves. Closer. You stumble back. Closer. Why is it moving? It never moved before. Why is it moving? Closer. It isn’t supposed to move! Closer. No! Wake up! Closer. Wake the fuck up!

You open your eyes. Your body is unmoving, looking unaffected while your heart is racing unbearably. You are awake again. You must have fallen asleep whilst reading. The book has slipped off your chest. Did this really just happen? The figure moved. It came closer to you. It shouldn’t have moved. It never did so before. You look around your room. Shadows hide most of it from you. You turn on the lights. The darkness disappears but the fear remains. The figure moved. It actually moved.

"I can’t stay here", you get out as you flee from the scary loneliness. You want to find the others. Doesn’t really matter who, as long as they make reality feel real again. No more shadows and panic. Just real people being with you.

You find Yoongi and Jungkook first. Yoongi is showing Jungkook something on the guitar. He softens his play when he can hear you come inside the sitting room. Jungkook turns, sniffling vigorously.

“What’s wrong?” he asks.

Yoongi shifts his eyes to him and then begins sniffling. Just a second later he furrows his brows.

So they can smell that you are upset. Amazing.

“Can I be here with you?” you ask them.

“Of course you can”, they say at the same time.

And while Jungkook adds a “what happened?” at the end. Yoongi chooses to go with “come here, love.”

You appreciate both options dearly.

“I just don’t wanna be alone”, you say.

“I see. Well, Yoongi’s teaching me more stuff on the guitar. You can listen to me fail miserably at the bridge.”

He makes you snicker.

“You’re not failing miserably, Koo-ah. You’re practicing”, Yoongi says, handing the guitar back to the younger vampire, “start from the beginning.”

And while Jungkook starts from the very top, you settle next to them. You left Meredith’s place three nights ago and are currently staying in one of Taehyung’s farms in the Italian countryside close to the Alps. Namjoon was sighted in this area and Taehyung’s place was the perfect place to stay at for now. Secluded, quiet and with enough rooms to spare that everyone could sleep comfortably. The sitting room was small and homely. A piano was in front of a shelf of books and a big window. A good amount of floor space separated the couch and desk from it. Said desk was located right next to the couch so that you could sit at it whilst being close to Yoongi and Jungkook.

It feels so much better to sit in their presence. The nightmare of before begins to feel far away and unreal the longer you are with them. There still lingers a painful, dark lump deep in your belly and it probably won’t leave for a long time, but at least you don’t feel so helpless against the shadow anymore. It can’t reach you for as long as you here in the real world with them.

There was a pen and some paper on the desk. You begin doodling on it as Jungkook’s play accompanies you. Their hushed conversation occasionally interrupts the melodies, followed by a repetition of the part Jungkook had messed up. Each time it sounds better than before. You like listening to them talk. Yoongi talks so tenderly to Jungkook and in return Jungkook speaks with so much gentleness. Their voices never reach their full volume, staying at a level which feels relaxing to listen to. You are starting to get droopy because of it. Drawing becomes so incredibly relaxing.

It just so happens that tension returns when Taehyung followed by Jimin enter the room. You can sense it instantly, Yoongi is tense, as is Jungkook. You lift your eyes, coming face to face with their crotches before lifting your head.

“___ I need to talk to you”, Jimin says.

Yoongi is on his feet instantly, pressing himself between you and Jimin. Jimin scowls in distaste, darkening his eyes at the older vampire.

“It’s alright, hyung”, Taehyung says, stepping in between them, “we come in peace, I promise you.”

“I know you do, it’s him I don’t trust.”

Jimin frowns.

“Take my word for it, he wants no harm”, Taehyung assures him.

“It’s okay Yoongi”, you say, tugging at his sleeve.

“Fine”, Yoongi gives in, retreating back to his sitting spot, “I’m keeping an eye on you, Park Jimin”, he warns.

“Yeah whatever”, Jimin dismisses him, changing his gaze to you. He stares at you without saying anything.

You lower your pen, “what do you want?”

“I wanted to-”, he stops himself, groaning loudly.

“Okay? Good for you?” you say, turning away to return to your drawings.

“No. Look at me, you fucking idiot”, Jimin hisses, earning himself a look from you, “okay fine, fine. Fine. Urgh”, he rolls his eyes, “I’m sorry that I forced you to drink my blood”, he says, “there. Is that good?” he is talking to Taehyung.

“Wow, so genuine”, you say sarcastically, “I feel so moved.”

“Don’t give me- shut your-”

“Jimin”, Taehyung interrupts him, “you told me that you would be truthful.”

Jimin glances at him, rolling his eyes.

“Fine. I’m sorry for forcing you and for blackmailing you and for basically risking your life. I shouldn’t have done that and I see now that it was wrong”, he says in one breath, looking at Taehyung for approval afterwards.

“And?” Taehyung stresses.

“And I’m sorry for being sassy about it”, he says to Yoongi, “you have all the right to be angry.”

“I want to murder you slowly”, Yoongi answers him in a cold voice.

Jimin blinks at him in bafflement, taking a step back.

“But I won’t”, Yoongi finishes his sentence, “just as I won’t forgive you. You’re an awful person Park Jimin and one day, Taehyung will realise it too and you will lose the only person still willing to keep up with your shit. And when that day comes, I will bathe in your misery.”

“You’re dramatic, aren’t you?” Jimin murmurs, cocking his right eyebrow up.

“No. I’m not. I’m realistic. You think Namjoon made you the way you are?” Yoongi scoffs, “he’s not here anymore and yet you’re still awful. You’re just a shit person, that’s what you are”, he says, looking back at Jungkook, “you’re doing well, Kookie. Your finger placement is getting better and better”, he speaks softly, reaching out to caress Jungkook’s cheek with the back of his hand.

“You think so? I feel so silly doing…”

Their conversation fades into the background as you are busy, looking at Jimin and Taehyung.

Taehyung nudges Jimin again.

“What?” the latter hisses.

“Say it”, Taehyung whispers.

“Do I have to?”

“Yes, you promised.”

Jimin stomps his foot like a little boy, pulling a grimace of disgust.

“Say it”, Taehyung stresses with angry eyes.

“Fine”, Jimin gives in with a groan, flitting his eyes to you. “I’ll try to do better from now on”, he murmurs, looking so not at all happy about having to speak.

“You will?”

“Yes, I won’t drink your blood anymore or force you to drink mine and I also won’t try to….insult Yoongi.”

“I’ll still insult you, bastard”, Yoongi murmurs.

“You know what, you little shi-”

“Jimin”, Taehyung interrupts him, “you promised.”

“He called me a bastard.”

“Cause you are”, Yoongi throws back, locking eyes with Jimin.

They are equally angry, lost in the most intense staring battle known to mankind.

“You’re a bastard too”, Jimin growls, “and your nose looks-”

“Okay, that’s enough”, Taehyung steps in between, “Jimin, take a walk.”

“No?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Because I tell you so.”

Jimin groans, “fine, I’m taking a walk. Fuck, you’re so annoying.”

And with that he turns around and stomps out of the room. The living room door falls closed loudly. The front door follows seconds later.

Taehyung turns, carrying a grimace of awkwardness.

“Well, this is embarrassing. I thought that he would truly try”, he says.

“That’s very sweet of you, Tae. Thank you for talking to him”, you say.

“I’m surprised he listened to you”, Yoongi murmurs, attention still on Jungkook.

“I took your words to heart. I am no mouse.”

Yoongi lifts his eyes, lips curling into a proud, barely there smile.

“You aren’t”, he says, painting a smile to Taehyung’s face.

“I’m so confused. What does this mean?” you murmur, looking between them.

“There is one person in this room who still deserves my apology however”, Taehyung says, “Jungkook.”

The latter messes up his play, fingers tightening around the guitar neck.

“I know that what I did to you was awful and unforgivable, but I wanted to apologize nonetheless.”

Jungkook turns his head, jaw tense and eyes cold in anger.

“I’m so sorry. You weren’t just a distraction. You never were and I felt awful saying those words to you. I still feel awful.”

“So why did you?” Jungkook spits.

“Because I was scared that if I didn’t push you away, Jimin would have done so for me. And that would have ended way worse.”

“I can handle a Year One reborn vampire, trust me”, Jungkook throws back, “you don’t have to protect me.”

“I know, but I still felt as if I had to.”

“Well, you hurt me way more than Jimin ever could have because you thought that you needed to protect me.”

“I’m sorry. I truly am.”

Jungkook gnaws on his lower lip in contemplation, eyes running up and down Taehyung’s frame.

“I’m so sorry”, Taehyung whispers.

“Mhm”, Jungkook hums and nods his head in acknowledgement, “thanks.”

“Not at all”, Taehyung exclaims, hurrying to sit down next to him, “you deserve to know.”

Jungkook cranes his neck, “why are you sitting so close?” he says with slight flustered disgust.

“He’s got the tendency to do that. I think it’s a tactic of his”, Yoongi murmurs.

“No, it is solely because I enjoy to be close to you”, Taehyung throws back, grinning boyishly.

Yoongi clicks his tongue, Jungkook looks back at the guitar.

“Where were we, hyung?” Jungkook murmurs.

“Place your fingers like this”, Yoongi tells him, fixing the position of his fingers, “let’s start from the beginning, yeah?”

“Yeah okay”, Jungkook says, acting oh so busy by beginning to play the guitar whilst Yoongi acts oh so busy by watching him play.

You snicker, exchanging a look with Taehyung. Those two are so similar sometimes.

Taehyung leans closer to you, resting his chin on the table.

“Darling?” he asks cutely, looking up at you with big puppy eyes.

“Yes, Tae?”

He places something metal on the table and grins, pulling his hand away to reveal your ring to your eyes.

“My ring?” you gasp.

Taehyung giggles, “yes, I never got the chance to give it back to you.”

“Tae, thank you”, you say, gazing down at him.

He smiles shyly, nudging your hand with his fingers, “may I put it on for you?”

“About that”, you begin, present your hand to him.

Taehyung’s eyes flit to the ring on your finger.

“Huh?” he lets out.

“Yoongi made it for me. It’s made especially for me so it can’t slip off”, you explain.

“Oh”, Taehyung lets out and sneaks a glance at Yoongi. The latter is looking at him with a stern expression. Their gazes break. “I see”, Taehyung says and touches the side of his neck.

“I hope you understand”, you say, studying his features. He seems disappointed and just a little sad.

“Yes of course I do”, he says and smiles, “this ring will keep you very safe, I am sure of it”, he says and sits up. He lifts your hand to his lips, placing a sweet kiss upon your ring and then another on your knuckles.

You relax.

“It will keep you safer than I did”, he whispers and looks into your eyes, “you look beautiful with a ring on your finger, darling.”

Flustering greatly, you lower your eyes back to your drawing, scrunching your nose up.

Taehyung chuckles and kisses your hand once last time before he allows you to slip free. He takes his ring and turns.

“I don’t quite know what to do with this now”, he says and looks at Jungkook, “do you want to have a ring?”

Jungkook shows of his ring finger, “Yoongi already made a ring for me, sorry.”

“I see”, Taehyung murmurs and lowers his eyes.

“Keep it for yourself”, Yoongi tells him, “you’ll be protected from Namjoon’s compulsion.”

“I could do that, couldn’t I?” Taehyung says and slips it on, “mhm, I don’t feel different.”

“Cause that’s not how magic rings work. You won’t feel the effect until someone tries to fuck with you and fails”, Yoongi says.

“I see. Well, then I shall wear it from now on”, Taehyung says, showing off a small smile.

“Thank you for returning it though, Tae”, you say, making him look at you, “it was really thoughtful of you.”

“Of course”, Taehyung says. He rests his chin back on the table and gazes up at you, running his fingers up and down your back mindlessly.

You return to drawing, enjoying his innocent touches with soft tingles dancing down your spine.

“What are you working on, darling?” he asks you.

“Just some sketches for home”, you show them to him.

“What are those?” Taehyung asks, pointing at the little squares on your drawing.

“Those are supposed to be raised beds. It’s my plans for the meadow behind the greenhouse.”

“I see. Are you planning on planting vegetables there?”

“Yes and fruit trees and berries. Yoongi told me that I can change it to my liking. So I decided that I wanted to turn it into a food garden.”

“I see, that sounds lovely”, Taehyung gives you a smile, “and exactly like work you’d enjoy. It is a shame that it will be autumn soon.”

“Don’t say that, gosh it makes me sad.”

“Why?” Taehyung laughs, “isn’t autumn the best season? It is when we met”, he laces his fingers with you.

“If you say it like that”, you feel the need to giggle.

Taehyung joins in, lifting your hand to his lips to kiss your knuckles softly.

“And after autumn comes winter and that means that we can cuddle up under the dome and watch the snowflakes again.”

“That is if we can manage to return home in time”, you say, missing the guilty look Yoongi sends your way and the way he seems to lower his head right after.

“Of course we will”, Taehyung insists, “we will be home just in time for Christmas. Am I right, hyung?” he turns to Yoongi.

“I don’t know”, Yoongi answers him quietly, avoiding your eye contact at all cost.

“I believe we will and then we will hold the grandest winter holiday party the world has ever seen.”

“Really?” you gasp.

“Of course. We will decorate the entire estate, bake the sweetest cookies, give each other presents and sing songs all night.”

“That sounds like a dream”, you say, eyes sparkling at the thought of it.

“And I will cook the greatest meal you have ever tasted.”

“Yeah sure”, Yoongi scoffs, “because you can cook.”

“I’d like to argue differently. How difficult can a good holiday meal truly be?”

“Very actually. You have to get the flavours right and make sure that the meat is cooked just perfectly and make sure the side dishes compliment each other. It is a very tedious process. One that requires a lot of skill.”

“It sounds doable.”

“Please don’t. I’ll cook, you just take care of the decorations.”

Taehyung grins, “see? That’s how you get our Yoongi to agree to the holiday party.”

“Hypothetically”, Yoongi grumbles, “I’d cook hypothetically.”

“Do it for ___.”

“Stop trying to use this on me. I’m not doing everything just because of her.”

“Please Yoongi Boongie?” you try.

“Fine, I’ll do it. You can have your stupid party”, he gives in instantly, making you and Taehyung snicker. He rolls his eyes, “I’m surrounded by brats. All of you. One day I’ll whoop your asses.”

“What did I do?” Jungkook gasps.

“Nothing, you’re just generally a brat. Keep playing”, Yoongi grumbles, touching the back of the younger vampire’s head with soft fingers.

Jungkook grins, playing the melody almost perfectly. You listened to him play it for the past few days and you are so proud of all the progress he made. Like with everything Jungkook sets his mind on, he is making oh so much progress in such a short amount of time.

Taehyung turns to Jungkook, even going so far as to point his knees at him.

“You are playing really well, Jungkook”, he says.

Jungkook glances at him, “thanks”, he murmurs, playing even better as if he wanted to proof something to Taehyung.

“I have always loved the guitar. It is a very beautiful instrument and so versatile.”

“Yeah, I think so too.”

“Have you played it for long already?”

Jungkook shakes his head.

“No? Well then this is remarkable! You play so well that I thought you must have been playing it for years already.”

Jungkook stops his play.

“What are you doing?” he asks Taehyung.

“Nothing”, Taehyung laughs nervously, “I am merely telling you how it is.”

“You’re trying to get me to forgive you, aren’t you?”

“Perhaps a little?” Taehyung confesses, touching the side of his neck, “I must confess that I miss our talks.”

“You can talk to my hand”, Jungkook says and lifts his hand, making Taehyung’s shoulders sag in sadness. He studies his sad expression, almost drowning in the scent of honesty lingering behind it. He inhales deeply and exhales loudly through his nose.

Wordlessly, he takes off the guitar strap and puts the instrument onto Taehyung’s lap.

“Can you play too?” he asks.

“Me? Oh no”, Taehyung laughs nervously, “I couldn’t.”

“Try it”, Jungkook insists.

“Oh dear, you are asking me things”, Taehyung murmurs, lowering his head to look at the guitar instead. He places his fingers into the right position for a C chord, strumming it as quietly as possible. Next he tries to go for a B chord, messing up when he tries to change to a D chord. He lifts his head, cheeks rosy in embarrassment.

“See? I told you, I am no good”, he says.

“You’re right, that was awful”, Jungkook says, making Taehyung chuckle.

“I feel so embarrassed”, he confesses.

Jungkook’s face morphs into an expression of amused happiness.

“It’s fine. I heard that you’re really good on the violin.”

“Who told you that?”

“___. She says that you play it really well.”

“She does?” Taehyung looks at you.

“I do. You’re really good. You should show us.”

“No, I don’t want to bother you”, Taehyung says honestly.

“Show us”, you encourage him, but Taehyung shakes his head.

“Do it”, Yoongi says, painting the greatest expression of surprise onto Taehyung’s face.

“Really?” he asks quietly to which Yoongi nods his head.

“If that is so, I will get my violin urgently!” Taehyung says and jumps to his feet to disappear out of the room.

“I like this”, you say, looking at Yoongi and Jungkook with a love drunk smile as you rest your cheek on your propped-up hand for support.

Jungkook looks a little shy whilst Yoongi looks at you with the softest eyes ever.

“I have returned”, Taehyung announces himself, “what do you want to hear? I can play almost everything.”

“Tschaikovsky”, Jungkook says.

“A lover for romance, I see. He created the most beautiful melodies”, Taehyung says, lifting his violin to his shoulder, “very well. Here is Melody, Op 42 number three. Solo version”, he says with a chuckle and begins playing.

You feel warmth well up in your heart listening to him play. You haven’t heard him play ever since Jimin died. And even afterwards when he returned and life should have been easier for Taehyung, he didn’t play. Almost as if something was still weighing him down. Something you perhaps deep down knew of and yet even speaking it aloud felt impossible to do. Even now you don’t want to speak it aloud for right now it was taking a walk and out of your mind.

You are so happy that Taehyung finally took up his play tonight. His eyes seem to glimmer in a sort of aliveness with which they haven’t done so in way too long. His back seems so much straighter too, straightening even more once he finishes and you grant him a round of applause.

Even Jungkook claps, looking highly impressed.

“Thank you, thank you”, Taehyung says, bowing deeply.

“That was really good”, Jungkook says.

“You truly think so?” Taehyung asks to which he nods his head.

“It was incredible”, you say, standing up just so you can take him into a hug.

Taehyung stumbles into it, resting his chin on your shoulder with widened eyes and his arms stretched from his body in surprise.

“I missed your play so much, my darling”, you whisper, squeezing him as tightly as possible.

“Oh”, Taehyung lets out, not knowing what else to say.

You step back, keeping his face between your hands in a gentle hold.

“You have to play more for us, please.”

“I don’t know. Should I really?”

“Of course. Right guys? One more song?” you say, addressing the others.

“Sure”, Jungkook agrees.

“I’d be down”, Yoongi says.

“Well then I want to play with you, hyung”, Taehyung says.

“Me?” Yoongi gasps.

“Yes, just like we did in the past. The melodies we created.”

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea. I haven’t played them in ages.”

“Please, just one song.”

“No, let’s not do that.”

“Please”, you beg, “I want to hear you guys’ music.”

Yoongi studies your face.

“Me too, I want to hear too”, Jungkook throws in.

Yoongi looks at the piano in the corner of the room.

“Please.”

“Fine, one song”, Yoongi gives in with a grumble and stands up, “don’t come crying to me if I mess up”, he says, stomping to the piano and sitting down on the stool aggressively.

He rolls his neck twice then cracks his knuckles.

“What song?”

“Dance of the Leaves. The fun one”, Taehyung says, “you know it well”, he adds, lifting his violin into readiness.

“Fuck, I can’t believe I’m doing this”, Yoongi murmurs before giving Taehyung a nod to signal him that he was ready.

Taehyung begins playing, Yoongi joins him at the right time. Together they create the most fun two minutes and twenty eight seconds of your life, almost making you squeal because of what you can bear witness to. Not once they mess up, harmonising perfectly. Almost as if they had played this song a million times before and perhaps they did. It would explain why they manage to fit together without struggle, why they instantly found each other’s rhythm and why they worked together so well. It makes you wonder if there were happier times between them in the past and that makes you so incredibly happy, because it means that such times can be achieved again.

They end it by exchanging a look and while Taehyung seems to want to deepen it, Yoongi breaks it instantly, touching the side of his neck.

“Oh my god!” you can’t stop the squeals anymore, running to them, “this was amazing! Holy moly, you guys are so talented! I have goosebumps!”

You tug Taehyung with you just so you can tug Yoongi to his feet and then take both of them into a tight hug.

“I’m crying, this was incredible!”

Taehyung chuckles, petting the back of your head with fond eyes.

Yoongi rubs his hand up and down your back, “don’t cry.”

You lift your head, grinning up at them.

“You guys are the best people ever”, you tell them, beaming in happiness.

“Oh”, Yoongi flusters, lowering his eyes.

Taehyung smiles brightly, stubbing the tip of your nose with his own.

“Tell me, have you ever tried dancing to it?” he asks.

“Of course not, that’s ridiculous”, Yoongi says instantly, wiggling out of the hug just in case.

“I haven’t, is it any fun?” you ask Taehyung.

“Of course it is”, Taehyung says, “come, follow my steps.”

He begins playing a melody on the violin, showing off the steps slowly. You giggle, following him after having watched him enough times.

“Exactly. You’re a natural”, Taehyung exclaims, laughing happily. He increases the speed of his play and with it your steps.

“Oh god, not so fast”, you laugh, reaching for his waist.

“You can do it, look, kick your foot just like this”, Taehyung laughs as you follow him, “perfect!”

He jumps, turning around with it. His eyes lock onto Yoongi.

“Yeah no”, he says, sitting down on the piano stool instantly.

“Come on hyung, I know that you can do it”, Taehyung says, slowing down the play solely for showing the steps to Yoongi.

“No. I’m not dancing. That’s ridiculous.”

“Please.”

“No”, hisses, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

Taehyung doesn’t let his mood get spoiled, twirling around just to serenade Jungkook as he dances his way to him.

Jungkook stumbles back, looking nervous yet intrigued.

“I don’t know if I can”, he says, watching with great intent.

“Of course you can”, Taehyung says, doing a little curtsey, “your turn, you watched the steps.”

Jungkook tries, painting a blinding smile onto Taehyung’s face. He squeaks out a laugh and speeds up his play, mirroring Jungkook’s steps.

The two vampires do a synchronised kick and jump, almost toppling over in laughter afterwards.

“You’re a natural, Kookie”, Taehyung says, using the melody to dance his way to you in swirls.

You welcome him with a squeaky giggle, starting your dance with a little jump. One that Taehyung answers with a jump and twirl, making you laugh with it. Oh it has been too long since he last danced with you. It is a first that he is both the dancer and the musician in such a situation. It makes the entire moment so much more fun. He is so talented and such a delight.

Not long and Jungkook has danced his way closer to you, joining the dance by taking your hand and twirling you three times.

“Dizzy”, you squeal, stumbling into him.

“This is so much fun”, Jungkook giggles, holding both your hands to do a little kick with you.

“It’s so fun”, you agree, cheeks hurting in happiness.

“See? I told you”, Taehyung says, twirling away from you whilst bending his back in his quick violin play. He is still dancing as he does, locking his eyes back on Yoongi who seems interested in the whole scene until he feels Taehyung’s eyes on him.

He shifts his eyes away then, closing his legs and hiding his hands between them.

Taehyung stands himself right in front of Yoongi, forcing him to look at him if he wanted to or not.

“Join us”, he says.

Yoongi shakes his head.

“Live. Remember?”

Yoongi lifts his head, making eye contact with Taehyung.

“Fuck”, he presses out, forcing himself to stand up.

Taehyung grins, twirling back around to dance his way back to you and Jungkook, who have stumbled into giggly hugs and dance steps by now. You break away again when Taehyung returns, bringing Yoongi with him.

“My love”, you exclaim, falling around Yoongi’s neck, “I’m so happy that you decided to join.”

“I was forced”, Yoongi murmurs, holding you so tightly.

“Oh hush, you’ll love it. Follow my steps, I’ll do it slowly”, you tell him, leading him whilst holding his hands.

Yoongi follows you with furrowed brows. They aren’t furrowed in anger, but pure concentration.

“You are doing so well”, Taehyung says, keeping the melody slower just for Yoongi to learn.

“Now a jump”, you say, doing it instantly.

Yoongi does it too late, stumbling to catch up with you again.

“What the hell are you doing? Why are you jumping?” he whines, making you laugh.

“You are so much fun”, you say, twirling without warning him first.

Taehyung watches you with a smile and speeds up his play again. Jungkook catches you, getting right into jumping with you. You circle Yoongi as you do, who acts like he doesn’t enjoy it but is blushing like crazy whilst standing completely still.

And soon the four of you find yourselves in a moment of utter happiness. Even Yoongi dares to do a little kick at some point, holding your hands as he does and feeling so happy that he laughs afterwards and does it again. At some point you manage to do an especially impressive combination of steps with Jungkook, showing off by including one of the many swing steps you practiced with Taehyung.

“You are so wonderful, darling”, Taehyung exclaimed as that happened, earning himself your attention. And while you danced with him as he serenaded you with happy melodies, Jungkook tried to dance with Yoongi and succeeded. He did so groggily but with fond eyes, even letting Jungkook twirl him.

At some point it also happened that the living room door opened and Hoseok followed by Seokjin and Emma entered the room

“Uh what?” Emma gasps.

“What’s going on here?” Hoseok asks.

Taehyung, who was previously busy with getting a big smooch from you, lifts his head.

“Dancing. Come, join us”, he says, letting you pull him back into a kiss afterwards.

“That’s so funky!” Hoseok exclaims and joins you without hesitation. Somehow he knows how to move instantly, doing the steps with his own take on them. He makes it look so smooth and fun.

Seokjin bows at Emma.

“M’lady”, he says, offering her his hand.

“You’re such a charmer, my moon”, she laughs, letting herself get dragged onto the improvised dance floor here in the middle of the living room.

You look around yourself. They are all here. Your family. Having fun and laughing together. This is your reality. Not dark corridors and shadowy figures, but laughter and people who love you. You look back at Taehyung, who seems to only have eyes for you. You kiss him, even if he messes up his play because of it.

“I fucking love you”, you say, squeezing Taehyung’s face after kissing him oh so deeply.

Taehyung smiles, “I love you too”, he says.

“I feel so alive, fuck”, you say, breaking away from him just so you can dance on your own.

You meet Hoseok on your journey, laughing and twirling with him until you feel dizzy. You stumble into Jungkook, holding his hands and doing kicks until he accidentally ends up kicking your ankle.

“I’m so sorry”, he gasps, but you only laugh and pull him into a big smooch on the lips.

It leaves him standing frozen on the spot for a good ten seconds afterwards, lips parted and eyes big. It takes Hoseok to rip him out of his trance.

“Dance with me, JK”, he says, taking his hands.

Your journey ends at Yoongi, who is sitting on the couch by now. You basically fall into him after twirling too many times, butt colliding with the soft cushion.

“Careful”, he says, placing his hand on your lower back to stop you from tumbling off.

“I’m okay”, you tell him, resting your hands on his thigh. You giggle, “I twirled too much”

“I can see that.”

“Why are you sitting here?”

“I can’t dance.”

“You can. You looked good doing it.”

Yoongi studies your features.

“I don’t know”, he murmurs, “can’t I just watch you guys? I feel better doing that.”

“Of course”, you nod your head, stumbling to your feet, “do you really not want to? One more please?”

Yoongi takes your hand and kisses your knuckles, “go princess, I’ll be watching you.”

“Really?”

He nods his head. Your hand slips out of his grasp, leaving behind just the slightest hint of a cold shiver. Is he acting that way because he is angry at you for what you did to Suzy?

“___”, Jungkook interrupts the tightening of your chest, twirling you away from Yoongi without having noticed what had happened before, “come on, let’s jump together”, he says, taking your hands to jump in a circle with him.

It is only him who jumps first whilst you just turn with him. But then he looks so happy and content with what he is doing that you soon feel the need to jump right with him. Jungkook begins laughing when that happens, soon joined by Seokjin and Emma and later Hoseok. Now you are holding hands, jumping and laughing all whilst circling Taehyung who barely even manages to play the right notes as he laughs way too much to concentrate.

“What is going on here?” it is the sound of Jimin’s voice that stops your dance.

“Jimin! Come join us”, Taehyung says, dancing his way to the black haired vampire.

“What are you doing?”

“Dancing. We’re dancing”, Taehyung says, still smiling oh so brightly, “join us too.”

“Why should I?”

“It’s fun. Come on, you know those steps.”

“Are you out of your mind? Why should I dance right now?”

Taehyung stumbles, messing up the dance steps.

“Because it’s fun”, he says.

“You’re so childish sometimes. I don’t have time for that.”

Taehyung messes up his play to the point where he completely forgets to play.

“But-”

“Come now, I want to leave. It stinks like sweat in here”, Jimin says, trying to get Taehyung to move.

“No”, Taehyung says, lowering his violin, “I don’t want to leave right now. I like spending time with them, stop trying to drag me away all the time.”

Jimin blinks in bafflement, taking a step back.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me. I am tired of always missing out on everything just because you are jealous and can’t stand it when I have other friends besides you.”

“Wow”, Jimin clicks his tongue, “I see how it is. Wow.”

And with that he turns to storm out of the house again. Taehyung flinches as the door falls closed.

He turns, looking at all of you with fearful eyes.

“I, I should probably check up on him”, he says, “right?”

“No darling, stay”, you say.

“I think I was too harsh”, Taehyung whispers.

Yoongi closes the distance between him and Taehyung. He places his hand on his shoulder.

“No, you weren’t”, he says, “come on”, Yoongi says softly, caressing Taehyung at the back of his head as he watched him do to himself so many times before, “do you want to play another one of our songs?”

“You wrote so many songs. You guys are so cool”, you say, hurrying to Taehyung as well to hold his waist, “can’t you play it for us, sweetest?”

“Yeah, we wanna hear”, Hoseok agrees.

“I bet it sounds wonderful”, Seokjin says.

Taehyung lowers his eyes.

“Fine, let’s play another song”, he gives in, allowing you and Yoongi to push him to the piano.

“Let’s go!”

“That’s what I like to hear!”

“Tae! Tae! Tae!”

The others are cheering, doing so with lots of enthusiasm.

Taehyung plays two notes and then he stops. He lowers the violin.

“What’s wrong? It was good”, Yoongi says, staring at Taehyung with worried eyes.

“I don’t want to play”, Taehyung whispers, “I’m too upset.”

“My darling”, you gasp, hurrying to his side hastily, “I’m here.”

Taehyung falls into your chest, resting his head on your shoulder.

“Why did nothing change?” he whispers.

“What do you mean?”

“Why did nothing change? Why am I, I still so sad?”

You look at Yoongi for help.

“He means that Jimin didn’t change even after waking up from death”, he explains and judging by how much closer Taehyung presses himself, he was right.

You feel so sad, squeezing Taehyung with all you got. You need to squeeze the pain out of him, hold him so tightly that he knows that he will never be alone.

“I thought that my grief would never end and then it did until it didn’t”, Taehyung whispers weakly, “why can’t I be happy?”

“Because you’re hanging out with an asshole”, Yoongi says, earning himself a warning look from you. He closes his mouth, looking just a little lost for words.

“What Yoongi wanted to say is that Jimin treated you very poorly lately and you have all the right to be upset because of it. But you have to know that you aren’t alone in this”, you tilt Taehyung’s head up, cupping his cheeks, “I will never leave your side and neither will the others.”

“I don’t want to fight”, Taehyung presses out sadly, “I, I never wanted to fight”, he says, shaking his head vigorously, “I don’t want to fight with anyone here.”

“We know, darling Tae. We know that you don’t”, you assure him.

“I’m so fucking upset”, Taehyung presses out.

Yoongi stands up to leave after giving Taehyung’s head a little pat.

“Where are you going?” you ask him.

“I have to talk to someone”, he says and closes the door behind him.

“He’s going to talk to Jimin, isn’t he?” Seokjin asks.

“I think so.”

“Do you think that he’ll finally kill him?”

Taehyung lowers his head sadly, whimpering in the desire to cry.

“No, he won’t”, you say instantly, pulling Taehyung against your chest, “I told him not to and he respects that. You don’t have to worry about that.”

“Oh no, I wasn’t worried, I was actually-” Seokjin stops talking when he sees you cradling a terribly broken Taehyung, “oh, uhm. I was actually just saying that I…hope he doesn’t, uhm, break his promise.”

“And he won’t. I trust him unconditionally.”

“I don’t want to fight”, Taehyung whispers.

“We know that sweetest, don’t worry.”

“It’s not your fault, Taehyung”, Emma says, “we figured out by now that you don’t want what Jimin wants.”

“Yeah totally”, Hoseok throws in, “tonight was really cool. And I think that you’re really fun to hang out with.”

Taehyung nods his head, acknowledging them that way.

“I want to sleep”, he whispers.

“Of course, let’s get you to bed. You don’t mind guys, do you?”

“Not at all. Sleep well, uh, both of you”, Seokjin says.

“Dream well”, Emma says, caressing Taehyung’s arm on your way out, “you’ve got us, Taehyung.”

“You’re really funky, Tae!” Hoseok calls after you as well.

“See? You’re not alone my darling. You’ve got all of us.”

Taehyung rests his head against you. He isn’t alone. For weeks and weeks and weeks he felt so utterly alone, so helpless and abandoned. For weeks he felt unloved, unwanted, judged and maybe even hated. And now he doesn’t anymore. He isn’t alone anymore. Taehyung sobs in pure relief, drawing closer to you

“Almost there darling, almost there”, you assure him, holding him oh so tightly.

You do his skincare after your shared shower, kissing his features softly with every chance you get. Taehyung enjoys it with closed eyes and his hands always making sure to hold a piece of you. Whether it be your hips, your arm, your shoulders or your hand. He needs just one piece of you and then the tranquillity of being with you can’t leave him.

You open the bathroom door when someone knocks at the door as you were busy with brushing out his hair. It is Jungkook in his pyjamas and his hair fluffy from brushing it.

“Hey Kookie, what are you doing here?”

“I thought that I’d come over before sleep and check on you. Tonight was crazy, right?” he says, claiming the spot on the bathtub next to Taehyung.

“It was pretty crazy, but also fun. Taehyung, you play so well”, you say, caressing his soft hair.

“Thank you. I had fun too”, he says, but sounds just the slightest bit sad.

You study him and then Jungkook. I’ll try, he tells you with a lift of his eyebrows.

“I’m outside for a bit, I’m getting our pjs”, you say.

Taehyung nods his head.

You disappear afterwards, closing the door behind you on your way out.

Silence surrounds them. Jungkook turns his head to Taehyung. Taehyung doesn’t. He just keeps it lowered, picking at his skin.

“I get now why you did it”, Jungkook says.

Taehyung halts and turns his head, eyes widened in shock.

Jungkook sends him an honest smile, the kind which doesn’t show his teeth but is still incredibly warm.

“You were so cool tonight. I had so much fun dancing with you and the others”, he says.

Taehyung looks at Jungkook’s lips.

“Fuck”, he presses out, “don’t say that.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m vulnerable tonight and words like that make me want to do things I’ll regret later.”

“What things?”

“Things like grab your silly face and kiss you until you’re breathless because quite frankly, you’re one of the sweetest men I know and it’s driving me insane that you aren’t being kissed that way.”

Jungkook lets out a disbelieved chuckle.

“Don’t laugh at me, I can’t bear this tonight.”

Jungkook takes Taehyung’s hand from his lap just so he can pull it on his own.

“Why don’t you?” Jungkook asks in a whisper.

Taehyung looks at his lips and shakes his head.

“You’re so unfair.”

“Why am I unfair?”

“Because-”, Taehyung doesn’t finish his sentence, instead he grabs Jungkook’s face to pull him into a kiss.

He whimpers, squeezing his eyes shut. And as Taehyung completely loses himself to the kiss Jungkook stumbles to his feet just so that he can claim the emptiness between Taehyung’s legs. He cups the older vampire’s cheeks, tilting his head up as far as it can go. Taehyung sighs shakily, wrapping his arms around Jungkook’s waist while his fingers seem to almost rip his shirt from how desperately he tries to hold him. It is the kind of desperation which aches for one simple thing. The comfort of another person’s closeness.

And Jungkook gives it to him by pulling him to his feet and hugging him to his body. They stumble, colliding with the sink and breaking the kiss that way.

They are both out of breath, chasing the other with desperate hands. This is everything they craved for weeks.

“Fuck, Kook”, Taehyung croaks, clasping Jungkook’s face with clammy, desperate fingers, “holy fuck. I’m so fucked.”

“No you’re not. You’ve got us, we’re here for you.”

“It’s not that. But you’ve got me breathless”, Taehyung says, laughing softly.

Jungkook chuckles, “wasn’t that my job?”

“I messed up somewhere along the way.”

At the Jungkook full on laughs, shoving the older vampire only to pull him back into another kiss afterwards.

The kind which makes Taehyung’s knees wobble and for his body to fall into him.

You manage to walk in on them kissing, stopping in the doorway only to stare.

Well, that is definitely not how you expected that conversation to go, but you aren’t complaining.

Jungkook seems to notice your presence, breaking the kiss and turning his head. Taehyung chases him, whimpering softly as his lips try so hard to steal another kiss.

“You’re back”, Jungkook says, finally bringing Taehyung back to reality.

He turns his head, “darling?” his voice is raspy from kissing with so much emotion.

“I feel terrible. I didn’t think that you were making out like that, should I leave again?”

“No, stay”, Taehyung reaches for you and tugs you to him. He places his hand on the back of your head, holding it still so he can kiss you. He does so by pressing you against Jungkook’s chest, using the position to tug Jungkook closer too, caging you in between their bodies.

“Tae, mgnm”, you get out, flustering incredibly because his eagerness surprises you greatly.

Taehyung whimpers, breaking the kiss with trembling lips.

“I need affection”, he confesses, “please.”

“Hey, of course. That’s why I brought you the softest pyjama. You’ll feel so cozy in it. Do you want to put it on?”

“Yes please”, Taehyung begs, shedding his bathrobe without shame.

“Come, let’s do it outside”, you say, tugging him to the bed to sit him down on it.

Taehyung lifts his arms to make it easier for you. He stands up when you need to tug his pants up and then he lets you hold his head and caress his cheeks with his eyes closed.

“You’re so handsome, my sweetest”, you whisper, “those pjs fit you so well.”

Taehyung smiles softly.

“Aren’t they so soft?”

“Yes, so soft”, Taehyung answers you, dropping his head out of your hands just so he can bury it in your chest, arms wrapping around your waist, “you are so much softer.”

You place a kiss upon the crown of his head, staying close by keeping your nose buried in his hair afterwards.

“Let’s get under the sheets yeah? I’ll hold you just like this”, you suggest to which Taehyung nods his head and then crawls under the blanket.

You join him quickly, welcoming him back in your arms. Taehyung hides back in your chest, shivering as he exhales shakily.

“Should I leave?” Jungkook asks.

“No, stay”, Taehyung says, “please.”

“Okay.”

Jungkook gets on the bed behind Taehyung, crawling under the blanket so he is able to be his big spoon.

“Like this?”

“Yes. Thank you. You are both so warm”, Taehyung whispers, falling asleep moments later.

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vanillaxoshi · 3 months

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......So elements separated au.

"When the day I reached out, you're the one who protect Ori before I come out. "

"It was weird for me to see you do that, you have betrayed your friends. Despite that, Ori still want you to stay. "

"You're not a human and yet you choose to stay with them. Even risking yourself to help them. "

"My brothers trust you in the battle, they speak highly about your being someone that can rely on . "

".........You sure are weird Fang. "

"What are you doing in the library in the middle of the night? Oboi-eh? You're Solar? "

The light element's thoughs got interrupted by the alien's voice.

"I could ask the same with you. Your kind require to sleep if I'm not wrong. "

"So tell me- What are you doing in the middle of the night here? "

The light element glare at the alien. With a little prejudical look. It is true that the boy in front him is Ori's fried but he still hasn't trust him fully.

He could betray Ori, hurt him just like how He betrayed Him .

Oh wait, he did that once don't he ?

Sure the others are going to jude him being rude to him but he can't stand there's a chance that the history might happened again.

Even the slighte-

"Want to do some research on the next mission. "

The element's though got cut off again.

"And plus I can't really sleep now so this is better than doing nothing on the bed. "

"Does this answer your question? "

The boy reply .

"......"

The element stare at him with a moment, then just turn back what he's doing before.

It's not like he cares.

Alright , he take that back he might care a little.

The element watches the boy who is sitting on the other side, struggling to get some info about the planet his looking at for the next mission. The book about the planet is either too old or written with a language that is used many decades ago .

How TAPOPS even have those books ? To the element amaze .

The element continue to watch the boy keeps struggling to read the books until he can't stand it and decided to butt in .

"What are you looking at ? "

The element solar leap beside the boy which cause him yelp in surprise.

The element reads the notes that have written on the boy's note book.

......Impressive, he have managed to translate some sentences in that book but not the info he needs.

"Trying to figure out what on the galaxy that what have been recorded in the book. "

"The progress is pretty impressive.....for a child like you. "

"Hey I'm trying to read it. If you not gonna help just-"

"The info you need is not on this book , this book is not about the planet ."

The element ignore the boy's frowning as he grabs the book look at the pages .

"This book have may be from the same planet but it's a novel not something that you could use as research. "

"What?!?! I have spent almost an about to translate this and you tell me a novel ????"

"Yep! Too bad for you ."

The element smirks at the boy while he's facepalming himself .

"Ahrrrrrg!!!! I really don't want to ask databot for this . It's gonna take forever -"

"I can help you with this, I can told you. "

"What?-"

"Well the planet is located on ...... "

The element have spend time to explainning about the planet while the boy takes notes form it.

After almost a hour......

"So that's all , do you have anything to ask? "

"No, thank you for telling me all of this ! "

"What? You're not going to suspect me giving the wrong-"

"No? Why should I? "

"Huh? "

The element is surprised by the answer.

"You're not the one who lies about knowledge "

"And there's no reason to lie about it. "

The boy started to packing the books.

"Thank you Solar for the info , that's really helps me ."

He shows the element with a smile."

"I'll take my leave now, goodnight. "

"Sorry to interrupt your time. "

The element watches the boy leave the library as he dumbfounded by the boy's action.

Then later the element who is reading saw the shadow's user shadow hand beside him , after place something on the table as it's fade away .

It's a cup of coco drink that have a note pad written.

"Oboi have told me about your energy will drain by staying to late. And I want to return the favor too. "

".....You're sure a weird one , Fang "

WE HAVE OLD WISE SOLAR!!!

Sharing his wisdom throughout the millions of years hed live to Fang.

This is such a nice bonding moment amongst them

And solar being incredibly suspicious too

#boboiboy #bbb elements separated au #xoshi asks #xoshi answers #zi lins scenarios #platonic solfang

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goofysimpleton · 10 months

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Keith Howell

Main Route Chapter 7

~This translation is not 100% accurate. Just here for you fellow impatient friends.

N= Narration

⬛️=whenever the next text showed up

I have the characters address Belle as MC for main character.

Italics for flashback scenes.

Choices are bold. The selection I picked is blue.

Scene 1

Excellent! Passing marks in every field, the result is well above average. ⬛️ I’m sure the king will be pleased. ⬛️ Thank you! ⬛️ What are you excited about with this result? Don’t you understand that you’re the next king? ⬛️ Next time, you will bring the results that To requests! ⬛️ You will be carrying the country one your shoulders, right? Do you think you’re fine as you are now? ⬛️ No! I love this country so you will do your best. ⬛️ He looks unreliable. Poor king, that’s his son. ⬛️ I don’t want to make you sad that I have to become the person worth relying on. ⬛️ I have to do my best. ⬛️ Princes from other countries are so talented, so why am I such a poor one? ⬛️ Other princes are many times more amazing and skilled than me. I’m useless. ⬛️ I have to do my best. ⬛️ Everyone is stunned. If the king decides that I’m useless… ⬛️ I have to do my best. ⬛️ He’s surprisingly stubborn. Next time, it would be better to choose a poison with a higher concentration. ⬛️ Did you hear? After all, who will be the next king? ⬛️ You don’t have to be a bastard, you don’t have to be useless, you don’t have to be the next king. ⬛️ I love this country and I want to do my best because there are a lot of important people in this country. ⬛️ It’s okay not to be recognized. I just… ⬛️ Wh… Why… ⬛️ …No… No… ⬛️ Why are you… ⬛️ Why are you the only one alive. ⬛️ ……. ⬛️ Why are you alive. ⬛️ Why… Is it just me?

???: “Are you crazy?” ⬛️ “It’s okay. I…”

Scene 2

N: The next day, it’s still early to wake up… ⬛️ What awaited me when I woke up was a pleasant warmth and an event that almost made my heart stop.

Keith: “...”

(Why is Keith in my bed!?)

N: Unable to understand the situation, I roll my eyes next to the sleeping Keith.

(It was Keith’s body temperature that felt warm.) N: His sleeping face that could be seen through his thick bangs was innocent, and his long eyelashes created a shadow. ⬛️ As I wa admiring him, I realized that my hands were clutching something. ⬛️ It was a high-quality cloak that should normally be on Keith’s shoulders.

(Perhaps it’s because I’ve been holding onto it this time that he stayed here until morning?) ⬛️ (Still, why would he be in my bed…)

Keith: “Nn…”

(Oh, he’s waking up…!?)

N: Keith’s arms wrapped around my back and hugged me as if to fill the gap. ⬛️ Because of the body heat transmitted through the clothes, my face became white.

(It’s not good at this rate. I can’t get away and my heart won’t hold!)

N: However, his arm, which was so strong that it was hard to believe he was asleep, didn’t budge. ⬛️ Rather, by moving, I put extra strength into not escaping, and my legs got entangled.

(Wah, his fluffy hair is tickling my neck… Okay, this is my last resort.)

MC: “Keith, please wake up. It’s morning!”

N: When I tapped his shoulder with a hand that barely moved, his beautiful eyebrows twitched and his eyelids lifted.

Keith: “Nn… Morning…?” ⬛️ “Ah, MC, good morning…” ⬛️ “...”

MC: “Good morning.”

Keith: “...”

N: Keith, who had frozen hard like a stone, let go of my arms and raised his upper body. ⬛️ He looked around the room and turned his eyes to me.

Keith: “Wait a minute… I’m sorry. Before I knew it, I was in your bed.” ⬛️ “Wait, bed!?”

(Somehow, you’re more upset than me!?)

Keith: “I’m sorry. I’m the worst… No, but we’re both wearing clothes.” ⬛️ “No, it doesn’t matter! I’m sorry, MC. I’m going to get out of bed right now…”

MC: “Wait, Keith, if you go down any further–”

Keith: “Wahh…!?”

N: I instinctively reached out and grabbed Keith’s leaning body, but…

(I knew it would be impossible due to the difference in physique, but it was really impossible..!)

N: Unable to hold us up, the two of us fell off the bed together.

Keith: “I’m sorry I got you involved. Are you injured?”

MC: “I was the one who tried to help you, but I accidentally fell with you…”

N: I got up and realized that I was riding on top of Keith.

MC+Keith: “...”

Keith: “Um… Could you get off?”

MC: “I’m sorry! I’ll get off…!”

(I’m so embarrassed that I want to lose consciousness right now. I’m going to die from all this!)

N: I jump back and sit on the floor, the two of us facing each other. ⬛️ It was Keith who broke the long silence.

Keith: “Are you feeling okay?”

MC: “Yes, I feel great. Thanks to the medicine and sleep, my body is lighter than usual.” ⬛️ “Thank you for your concern.”

Keith: “I see. I’m glad you’re fine. Really…”

N: Another long silence followed, and I made up my mind to ask what was bothering me most.

MC: “Um, were you sleeping on the bed because I was clutching your cloak?”

Keith: “Ah… Yeah, that’s it. Actually…” ⬛️ “No, that isn’t the reason…”

N: Keith stutters and presses his wrinkled eyebrows. ⬛️ And then, piece by piece, he spun out words with apologetic expressions.

Keith: “I figured you would be cold with just the sheets, so I voluntarily put on the cloak instead of the blanket.” ⬛️ “But I’m not just satisfied with that…” ⬛️ “In…”

MC: “In?” Scene 3

Keith: “In Jade, it has been long said that human skin is the most efficient way to warm up, so I tried that…”

CHOICES:

So this is normal for Jade

You said this to others…

Keith, you are too kind.

MC: “You said this to other people, too…”

Keith: “I haven’t! You’re the first.”

MC: “Is that so…”

(I wonder if I was that cold?)

N: Keith stood up vigorously as if he couldn’t stand it.

Keith: “And for now, I’ll go back to my room.” ⬛️ “If someone else finds out, rumors will spread and cause more trouble for you.”

N: Keith helped me stand up and touched my forehead.

Keith: “Yes, the fever is going down properly.” ⬛️ “I’m sorry to startle you in the morning. Also, I went to bed without permission…” ⬛️ “If you want to hit me, just tell me. Right cheek, left cheek, stomach, whatever.”

MC: “I’m sorry, I will refrain from doing so.” ⬛️ “I saw you were more surprised than I was, so that’s enough.”

Keith: “It’s mean of you to say that now.”

N: With a wry smile, Keith pointed to the medicine on the side table.

Keith: “Just in case, drink it in the morning. There’s no side effect of drowsiness, so it shouldn’t interfere with anything.”

N: After saying that without making a sound, he left the room in a panic.

(...)

N: Being alone now, my body unconsciously loses its strength and collapses onto the bed.

(I feel like I’ve done my average daily activity in these few minutes.) ⬛️ (Even if you are kind, I didn’t think you would go this far.)

N: Remembering the feeling when Keith hugged me, I grabbed my sheet to endure the shame.

(But why was Keith so upset?) ⬛️ (You went to bed yourself, ight? Because you woke up?)

N: Thinking about it did not help lead me to an answer.

(The next time I see Keith, I have to keep my composure.)

N: The noisy heartbeat didn’t subside until Rio brought me my morning tea.

~~ Keith: “..”

N: Keith let out a deep sigh after finishing up the large amount of documents that Jade had sent him. ⬛️ Liam puts freshly brewed morning tea on the table. Keith: “....Liam.” ⬛️ “I…Slept with her.”

Liam: “...” ⬛️ “Does that mean it happened?”

Keith: “That’s what it… No!! That’s not what it means.”

N: When he hurriedly explained what happened last night, Liam gave a disgusted look.

Keith: “I need to increase my repertoire of tricks… This time was the most disastrous result ever.”

Liam: “As usual, he likes to be a nuisance, doesn’t he?”

Keith: “You don’t look terrible when it comes to ‘him.’”

Liam: “I’m sorry. I’m not good at it.”

Keith: “For the sake of the ‘future’, I would be happy if you could get along a little more.” ⬛️ “I’m sorry, I said something that made you feel even worse.”

Liam: “......No. If that’s your wish, I’ll gladly obey you.” ⬛️ “But why did he do that?”

Keith: “I also… ah.”

N: As he remembers, Keith puts his hand in his pocket. ⬛️ What came out was a coin and two folded pieces of paper.

Scene 4

N: Keith hands Liam the paper with a drop of ink and opens the other. ⬛️ He followed the scribbled letters and a smile came on his lips.

Keith: “Thanks to him, we’re making headway.” ⬛️ “It’s a pushy way, but I was wondering how to invite MC, so I’m saved.” ⬛️ “...”

N: As if shaking off his wavering feelings, he picked up the documents that were on the table.

Keith: “Thank you, Liam. I was allowed to read it.” ⬛️ “As expected, she wasn’t a daughter.” ⬛️ “There is nothing special about her career, and it feels strange because she is ordinary like a picture.” ⬛️ “In addition, at the goodwill party, no one knew her except for the nobles of the Rhodolite side.” ⬛️ “During the town guide, there were several people who unnaturally averted their gaze so as to not look at her, perhaps at the request of someone.”

Liam: “Does it increase the possibility that MC is involved in the rumors?”

Keith: “No, it’s the same as the beginning. It’s gone.” ⬛️ “If she’s involved in the rumors, there’s no need to take advantage of the unrelated townspeople.” ⬛️ “The people I saw in the city were certainly locals and it didn’t seem like they were hired to be there.” ⬛️ “...One, based on MC’s background, the prediction is there, but there’s no confirmation.” ⬛️ “Is there anything I can do if I don’t ask the person herself?”

N: He puts the papers he had on the table as if to say that the story was over.

Keith: “That’s right. Did Fernand not change in particular?”

Liam: “Yes. As usual, I was worried about whether you would make a mistake in another country.” ⬛️ “So does His Majesty the King.” N: Keith snorted at Liam’s words.

Keith: “Are you still worried about leaving things to the poor?” ⬛️ “...Then it would be nice if I could come from the beginning.”

N: A cold voice echoed in the room, and Keith covered his face with his hand saying that he had done it.

Keith: “...I’m sorry, please forget about that just now.”

Liam: “Understood.”

Keith: “Don’t forget.”

Liam: “If you know, please don’t tell me.”

Keith: “......Sorry.” ⬛️ “I have a really bad personality. Really, only one part of me is gentle.”

N: After muttering self-mockingly, Keith ran a pen over the notebook. ⬛️ He wrote down the events from yesterday to today in unusually detailed and beautiful handwriting.

Liam: “...”

N: Keith confirmed that Liam had left the room. With the finished documents and letters in hand, ⬛️ He opened the paper with a drop of ink that was handed to him earlier. ⬛️ He read the scribbled letters and frowned in disgust.

Liam: “Since it’s my master’s wish, I’ll obey you.”

N: At the time when the sun rose… ⬛️ From the rehearsal hall, the sound of metal clashing against each other resounded incessantly.

Yves: “Kuh…”

Keith: “...”

Licht: “Yves, keep crouching.”

Scene 5

N: The moment Yves crouched down, Licht jumped over and swung his sword at Keith head on. ⬛️ Keith moved sideways without difficulty, boldly twisted his wrist and pushed Licht’s pommel up from below his grip.

Licht: “....”

Keith: “…!”

N: He bends down in order to clear his foot at the opening, but Licht immediately kicks it out after recovering. ⬛️ Catch the attack, set it up, dodge it, and then corner the opponent with martial arts… ⬛️ After training, the knights forgot to breathe as they watched the attack without any protection from each other.

Yves: “Stop!”

Keith+Licht: “!”

Yves: “Our three-person training suddenly became two-person training.

Keith and Licht: “Sorry…!” “Ah…”

N: The two put away their swords as though they were reflecting, and Yves took a deep breath.

Yves: “As always, Licht and Keith can’t see their surroundings when they cross swords.”

Licht: “Even though Keith’s attacks are heavy, it’s fun because the trajectory of the sword changes so quickly.”

Keith: “Licht has a lot of unexpected attacks, so I can’t help but want to try various techniques.” ⬛️ “Yves’ swordsmanship is supple, and I’m secretly learning how to use the snap of my wrist.” N: Keith walked away from them once, and soon came back with a glass.

Keith: “Yes, I was thirty because we were all moving the entire time.”

Licht+Yves: “Thank you.” Keith: “I also brought some lemon pickled in honey, so I want you to try it.”

Yves: “When!? Keith, you brought it before, didn’t you?” Licht: “You don’t have to go that far. You care too much about us.”

Yves: “He gave me accurate advice during practice, so I feel like I have an older brother.”

Keith: “Ahaha… I’m in awe of my two brothers. Do your best and do your chores.” ⬛️ “However, I guess I really do care about Licht and the others?”

Licht+Yves: “Yes.”

Keith: “I see… I didn’t notice.” ⬛️ “Ah…”

N: Suddenly noticing MC looking at them from afar, Keith waved his hand. ⬛️ She raised her hand in response, but she withdrew in a hurry and bowed her head.

Keith: “That’s disappointing…”

Licht: “You can wave your hand separately.”

Keith: “I was thinking the same thing.”

N: She had a wry smile on her face, but the eyes that looked at her were bleeding with a little joy.

Yves: “...”

N: Yves, who was staring at Keith’s profile, slowly opened his mouth.

Yves: “Since the day it was decided that Keith’s guide role was decided, MC has been reading books to learn more about his own country.” ⬛️ “Since she mentioned that it was his first time acting as a guide, Jin and I became practice partners many times.

Licht: “Yves…?”

Yves: “I thought that she was an innocent and hard-working child.” ⬛️ “...Keith, that’s why you care about her, right?”

Keith: “...”

N: With a wishful gaze, Keith widens his eyes and looks at MC again.

Keith: “At the time of the goodwill party, MC called out to me.” ⬛️ “I was in the corner of the balcony unattractively. To me… Even though it was a coincidence, I was happy.”

N: The wind blew, and heavy olive-colored bangs hid his eyes.

Keith: “Just like you said, Yves, she’s a straight-forward girl who works hard at whatever she does, so I selfishly care about her.” ⬛️ “....Sorry, I’m acting strangely.”

N: The calm smile that floated on his face looked melancholy.

(I saw Keith handling the sword for the first time.) ⬛️ (Licht and Yves, fight on equal footing with him. I can’t believe they’re so good at swordsmanship…)

N: I feel like I’ve discovered a new side of him. ⬛️ Remembering that he waved at me, the corners of my mouth naturally rose.

(I wanted to see it closer…)

???: “I’m sure Keith will be pleased, too.”

MC: “!”

Synopsis of Chapter 8:

I learned a new side of Keith, and a dangerous beast was approaching right next to me who was in high spirits. He talks about Keith. In the past…

(I didn’t want to know anything…)

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forlornmelody · 1 year

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Shepard as a Companion

I was tagged by the amazing @alyssalenko

I will tag: @bardofheartdive and @swaps55, if you want to play.

Gonna go a bit AWOL here and do my Clone Shep instead. Cause I can. :P

THE BASICS:

Shepard’s full name: She has many names, including: Ana Fields, Jane Shepard, Jane Doe, and Alison Gunn.

Class: Vanguard

Pre-service history: Uh, she didn’t exist yet. :P

Psychological profile: Initially a blank slate, The Shepard Clone was conditioned by Cerberus defector Hope Lilium.

MASS EFFECT 1: Clone Shep isn’t available as a companion until ME2 :P

When/how are they recruited:

Where are they on the Normandy:

Are they romanceable:

Personal quest:

Who are their friends:

MASS EFFECT 2:

Trained with remedial Asari in New Serrice, co-lead the Cat6 merc squad on Pragia.

What does their dossier say: “The CLONE.

Project Gemini

Genetic Duplicate of Shepard. Programmed with Shepard’s memories and likely trained to match Shepard’s abilities. Inexperienced and volatile.

Highly dangerous. Recruit or destroy. Marked for potential sale to the Collectors. Do not allow asset to fall into the Shadowbroker’s hands. Known associate: rogue agent Hope Lilium. Current status unknown.

When/how are they recruited: “Ana” is first spotted in Eternity, near the Nos Astra exchange. Matriarch Atheyta remarks “that one isn’t all that she seems. Mark my words.” Ms. Fields provides intel that helps locate Miranda’s sister, and then Shepard invites her to join the crew, seeing her as a potential ally against the Illusive Man.

Where are they on the Normandy: Shuttle bay. Probably looking for weak points. And yes, you can get the shutle bay via the elevator once the Clone is recruited.

Are they romanceable: Absolutely, by either Shepard, but you gotta unlock the romance with a hard to reach dialogue tree.

How do they react to the PC returning: Oh, she’s real upset about it, for obvious reasons. But Hope Lilium tells her to join the Normandy crew at all costs. And to kill Shepard before she goes on the Suicide Mission (to stop it from happening.)

Personal quest: One of her old classmates in biotic training, Dreya T’Vasi, has been kidnapped and is being held for ransom. Travel to Hyetiana and free the hostage.

The tricky bit is Dreya is being held by a Justicar. Cause Dreya is an ardaht yakshi. So Shepard has to choose between saving Dreya for the clone’s loyalty or siding with the justicar for Samara’s.

Do they fight with any other companions: Just Shepard. She corners them in the Normandy cabin on the eve of the suicide mission. Pulls off her wig and demands Shepard argue why she should be allowed to live.

What files does the Shadow Broker have on them: Training footage on Hyetiana. The Illusive Man’s plans for the Clone should Shepard fail. Her journal entries about Shepard and Dreya.

Can they die in the suicide mission, and how: You absolutely do not want to select the Clone as team leader. She does not command loyalty and the B team will end up being taken out by the Collectors.

MASS EFFECT 3:

When/how are they recruited: Being a ME2 character, The Clone only shows up in the Citadel DLC. The DLC runs as normal, but you can choose to save her from falling. As you should. (But you only get to save her if you earned her loyalty in ME2)

Where are they on the Normandy: Right in front of the galaxy map. Oh you mean after her and Shep make up. She doesn’t tend to stay in one spot. But she’s most often found in the lounge, staring out the window as if the stars have the answer to her questions.

Are they romanceable: Yup, but only if you started the romance in ME2.

Citadel meetup (during the game, where do you meet them on the Citadel and what do you talk about): The Clone is naturally cleaning the mess in the Archives. She’s surprised that Shep accepted her invitation, but definitely doesn’t begrudge the help. It quickly devolves into a contest of who can clean the fastest, with a few dialogue options that turn flirty if you romanced her in ME2.

How does the PC relax with them in the Citadel DLC (ie, buying gifts with EDI, watching the game with James and Vega, etc.): The Clone will suggest a Paint Your Own Pottery place, where they can get to know each other better. It quickly devolves into a rivalry of who can paint better/faster. The finished plate ware will show up in the kitchen of Shepard’s apartment upon their return. If romanced, the cut scene ends with a kiss that lands clay on Shepard’s face.

What do they say to the PC before the final battle: “If you’re expecting me to take your place, you’re full of shit, Shepard. But thank you, for everything. I owe you my life three times over. Crazy, huh? But don’t you dare get yourself KO’d, alright? Or I’m gonna come Lazarus your ass just so I can kill you myself. So don’t get any crazy ideas.”

#FINALLY FINISHED THIS #clone shep #my oc's #tag meme #hey look I'm still doing these #I'm just waaaaay behind

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coco-and-friends · 10 months

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Welcome to our universe!

Hello there! Coco speaking! I want to personally welcome you! It's nice to meet another person! You don't seem like you're from around here! Where are you from? Would you like me to show you around? maybe you can meet everyone else too!

(this is an rp/ask blog! feel free to interact or just ask questions!)

(Under is who you can ask or interact with!)

Rules: 1. You control your characters, I control mine. No mind control, no hypnosis, and no whatever else you can think of to control someone else's character. Just let me control my characters, and I'll let you stay. 2. No NSFW. Please. Let's keep this SFW.

The Original 5

Coco: Coco is a 7 ft tall corrupted anon. Coco uses They/Them pronouns. They can grow and shrink whenever they want. If they touch water, the part that touched the water will crack. If they are kept in water, they will crack until they die and turn into dust. Coco may be strong, but that mostly comes from their magic. If a normal person hits them, they will crack where hit. They are easily taken care of if you can somehow get through the crystals they can summon. They are extremely friendly.

Grim: Grim is a 7 ft tall reaper. Grim uses He/Him and They/Them pronouns. He is often called the Grim Reaper. He is a skeleton that wears a pure black cloak, however, when his hood is up, his face is becomes covered in shadow and can't be seen even with light shining directly in. Only his dark red eyes can be seen, glowing through the darkness of the cloak. He often keeps his hood up because of what he looks like. Not only because he is a skeleton, but because he has cracks all over his skull, as punishment from the gods themselves. He takes the souls of those who's time has come. He either lets those souls go, letting them choose to stay on earth or go up, or he eats the soul. He only eats the soul of those who did a lot of wrong in their live, an example would be someone who killed for fun. Those souls don't disappear. They have any humanity they have left ripped away from them, then get sent down. Grim feeds on the humanity of those that have done wrong. He doesn't like feeding on those who have done minor wrongs, like stealing minor things, so he sill gives them the choice to stay on earth or go up, but warns them that the heavenly machines won't like them. He doesn't consider people who do things out of need as evil, but the heavenly machines do.

Gaster: Gaster is 8 ft tall. Gaster uses He/Him and They/Them pronouns. Gaster is a scientist, but not a normal one. He often does dangerous and deadly experiments on people, animals, and monsters. He transforms them, melts the, combines them and so much more. He is cruel. After the experiments, no matter how much or how little happens, he almost always kills them. Sometimes he lets creatures live though. its often humans if he decides to let something live. It's always a trick though. He gives some people amazing and stunning powers, and lets them tell the rest of the village. it brings a lot of people in, wanting powers. he starts off giving people powers, but once everyone is in a chamber, he starts the real experiments. He turns them into horrifying and disgusting creatures. He slices, shoots, and does a lot of harm to them, seeing what they can take before they faint or die from their wounds. He lets their screams echo out through all of his facility letting everyone know what's in store for them, and that they may be the next one. When he's done with everyone, he cleans up the chambers like nothing has happened. no corpses, no blood, no smell. and then he moves to another village and repeats it. Very few have ever escaped, and those who know what he does try to warn others. But they're often not believed because of the trick miracles he performs. giving people power. only for them to realize too late that the one warning them was right. It's a trap. a horrifying trap. Someone is after him. Someone who wants to make him feel the same pain, but they're waiting for the right opportunity.

Nightmare: Nightmare is 12 ft tall creature of shadow. His shape looks like a man in a suit and top hat. It's hard to make out any facial features. He is thin and has tendrils made of the same shadow. They can come from him, or he can summon them from any close surface. He is often seen to be grumpy and mean. He is not really friendly, but doesn't harm anyone. Not much is actually known about him.

Ash: Ash is a 4'7" mun. Ash uses They/Them pronouns. Ash looks like an anon, but they are completely black. They wear a dark grey hoodie and sweatpants. They are almost always in their personal void, deciding to stay away from people due to much of the pain they have caused others. Like an anon, he also wears shades. If they know you well, and likes you enough, they might take them off when he's around you.

The Demons (More to be added)

The Shadow Demons: Shadow Demons are a special type of demon that can't be in light, as it hurts them. They're like vampires, but any light can harm them. the light doesn't kill them, but it feel like fire on where the light touches them. These demons are quite different from others. They don't make dangerous deals, kill humans, or torture others. These demons are much nicer than others. The other demons feel a deep hatred towards the shadow demons due to their kindness. The demons decided to formulate a plan to rid the shadow demons for good. While the shadow demons may be kind, they still have warriors, magic users, and strong guards. Once the demons had their plan fully thought out, they attacked. It was mostly normal demons that did the fighting, so more powerful demons could get further into the shadow demons' villages. The powerful demons dealt with the much stronger guards. In the end, the shadow demons were no match for the demons as they worked together to slaughter the shadows. There was only one hope left for the shadow demons to continue as a species. The village elder called for 2 families to come quickly. He asked for their children. One family had a baby, and the other had a young child. The elder created a portal to a black void-like area. The elder put the baby inside, but as they were about to put the child inside, a fireball was shot at them, and the elder was incinerated. The portal closed before they were able to put the child into it, leaving the baby completely alone. This was the last shadow demon in existence.

Ozul: He is 8 ft tall! He goes by He/Him. Ozul Is the last shadow demon. He was merely a baby when his species was erased by the other demons. He was in that void alone for days, before a creature found him. It is unknown how they were able to get into that void, but they were a 4'7'' tall, completely black creature that seemed to have sunglasses on. The creature took care of him until Ozul was able to take care of him self, and then the creature just left. Soon, Ozul would learn how to open a portal to and from the void-like area. He could only go to specific areas and it would be years before he was able to open a portal to go anywhere when is his void. Now, he is a very sociable person and often visits friends. He is on a never ending search however. He is trying to find any others of his species, as he does not know he is the last one.

Regular Demons: Regular demons are human sized demons that come in multiple colors. They can be green, blue, tan, light red, and a few more. They are one of the least dangerous demons. They are usually found in groups of 5 - 20 and usually are accompanied by a larger demon.

Larger Demons: Larger Demons are usually 1.5x - 3x the size of a human and come in the same colors as regular demons. They are dangerous and are aggressive towards anything not a demon. They are usually leaders of a group of regular demons.

Red Demons: Red Demons are 5x the size of a human and are, obviously, only found in red. They are pretty dangerous and aggressive to anything not a Red Demon or higher. Yes. This means Red Demons will attack Larger Demons and Regular Demons.

White Demons: White Demons are 20x the size of a human and are only found in white. These demons are aggressive towards almost anything and will even attack higher demons despite having a huge disadvantage. White Demon corpses are common to see.

The Dealmaker: He is a 9 ft tall demon. He is as red as old blood, his teeth long and sharp in a constant smile, eyes blacker than a night with no moon, claws sharper than steel swords, horns as twisted as him, he speaks in a deep voice with a growl.

Colossal Demons: Colossal Demons are 50x - 62x the size of a human. These demons are actually not that aggressive, but are still incredibly dangerous. They often just don’t notice the smaller demons or creatures. These demons will attack large buildings.

The Tortured: The Tortured 1x - 100x the size of a human. These demons need to be constantly tortured. They are extremely dangerous and extremely aggressive. The reason they need to be constantly tortured is because the torture keeps them at bay. If the torture stops for even just a few seconds, one could escape and wreak havoc on all of hell and eventually the world. These demons are incredibly powerful.

The Future

Future Gaster: He was 8 ft, now he’s 10 ft. His arms are a bit longer. His fingers are longer and sharper. His legs are thinner. His teeth are much sharper. He has a long tail, and it appears to be made of bone. He may look scary, but Future Gaster is nicer. Thing is, before his formation, he’s was also still nice. This transformation happened many years after this day. About five years after today, he finds a partner. Someone who always stays by his side. This partner made him nicer and he stopped testing on people. He was still a scientist, but he didn’t test on living things anymore. They spent many years together. But after a while,,, the transformation started. He was turning into this hideous beast. His partner was too scared and ended up leaving. Gaster was left all alone. The reason for the transformation is, well,,, his terrible deeds have caught up with him. Some sort of mysterious magic transformed into this monster because of the past. He has given up on trying to find another partner. He thinks that nobody will like him in this hideous form. That is just what the person that casted the magic wanted. Let’s just say this magic caster was a previous experiment,,, and they got their revenge.

Future Coco: Future Coco is the same size as his past self. Future Coco has a lot more crystals all over them, and has crystals entirely covering their arms. The crystals have even spread to inside their body. There are crystals in their stomach, mouth, and throat. There are even crystals stabbing into them. It is hard for them to do anything, due to any movement at all causing them pain. The reason for all of the crystals is because from now to then, Coco’s corruption has been getting more aggressive and energy needing, turning into, basically, a parasitic creature. The crystals take energy away from them and directly gives it to the corruption in their body. The crystals themselves and the energy consumption have taken a huge toll on Coco.

Other creatures/people that don’t have a specific universe

???: There is not much information on this,,, thing. It is about 6'2. It prefers It/It’s and They/Them pronouns. It is usually curious but still tends to stay away from people. It is unknown why they carry a knife around and have, what seems to be, blood on them. When it speaks, it sounds like multiple different voices are talking.

???’s True Form: They are a tall dark grey thin humanoid creature with sharp claws and extremely sharp teeth. Their arms almost reach the ground. Their black eyes can barely be seen. They are about 3 times the size of their usual form, or so you don't have to do the math- about 18 ft tall!

The assassin: He is 6 ft tall. He is no longer himself, his love ripped away from him again. Every single time he gets a chance at love they die or disappear. This was the last straw. Overwhelmed with extreme sadness, hate, anger, confusion, and more, he became unstable. He now attacks anything that moves. You will not be able to get to him. You will not be able to bring him back. He is gone. The creature you now face is no longer The Assassin. They are just an insane man with nothing left to lose or gain. They are nothing.

Truic: He is 6 ft tall. He is basically just your normal plague doctor. He has an odd way of healing people, but it always works. He is usually very friendly and is willing to help anyone. Most people just visit him for healing, so he would love to have a few friends.

The Cryptid Plague Doctor: He is 9 ft tall. He is a creature that lives in a forest along with other cryptids. He is very dangerous, but mainly to cryptid hunters. He may look like a plague doctor, but he is nowhere close to one. Those clothes and that mask are actually a part of him. That mask is actually his face, and the beak can open to reveal rows of razor-sharp teeth able to cut through flesh like butter. If he doesn’t see you as a threat, he will be decently nice, but will advise on getting out before humans see you talking with him. If humans see you with him, he will keep you in the forest with him.

Cryptid hunters: These are normal humans, experienced fighters, and sometimes soldiers. These people hunt cryptids. They hunt them because they fear them. They are afraid of getting killed by cryptids, and decide to kill them first. They don’t think to just defend their village. They feel like they need to completely eradicate cryptids. If they see a human interacting with a cryptid, they will assume they are a cryptid too. If that person comes back to the village, they will be burned at the stake like a witch.

Rose: He is 5 ft tall. (The other grunts are 6 ft tall. Some taller.) They’re an agent that decided to work with AAHW because he had to. It was the only way they could gain somewhat stable income. He soon realized this was a big mistake. On his first mission, he ended up going face to face with the man himself, Hank. He was so scared he couldn’t move and started to cry. Hank decided to spare him, and told him to leave the agency. What Hank didn’t know, is that Rose couldn’t leave the agency. He was the Auditor’s favorite agent, and received special glasses. Now, the general description. He is an agent that looks normal, but has 2 key differences. He is smaller than an average agent, and he has pink glasses. While most other agents are 8 ft tall, he is only 5 ft tall. They are easily scared of creatures bigger than them, especially when it’s MAGs. The are scared of MAGs because of the building they work in. It’s full of MAGs. They costantly threaten or tease him by saying they’ll eat him. Rose is nice, and the only character of mine that smokes. They smoke a cigarette that doesn’t have the chemicals of a normal cigarette. It is specially made to calm a person, removing fear and felling of being scared. Warning for trauma ahead. He was eaten by a creature a few years ago while on a mission. He didn’t know what had happened until he was already inside of it’s stomach. A few other agents had to chase the creature down and cut it open to save Rose. The MAGs, of course, didn’t care and didn’t help. MAGs could not care less if an agent dies. At that point, their clothes had been dissolved and they had acid burns on them. The acid burns have healed, but have caused discoloration on his skin. The acid burn discoloration are hidden under their suit.

MAG Rose: MAG Rose is not like your normal MAG. He is much bigger. While most MAGs are 20 ft tall, he is 100 ft tall. He is 5 times the size of a normal MAG. Now, let’s get onto the features. He has 2 rows of extremely sharp teeth, and could eat a MAG shotgun. In fact, it’s actually something he likes to do. He likes to scare other MAGs by doing that. He has no cheeks. Due to his size and the rapid growth to it, they were ripped completely open, basically making his entire mouth seen. He also has blood red glasses instead of the pink glasses. It is unknown why they turned red when he became MAGnified. He also has claws. He doesn’t use weapons, due to the fact that MAG weapons are too small for him. And who needs guns or blades when you have claws, extreme strength, and very sharp teeth?

Robot: He is 8'7. The location he was found in is an abandoned laboratory. He was in a room that had heavily reinforced walls and bulletproof glass. It appears to have been made to be a weapon, with secret compartments that have firing weapons and blades, but instead of hostility, it shows a large amount of curiosity. It doesn’t have a mouth or speakers, so it is unable to speak. It is able to hear and understand English.

Suriv

Suriv: Suriv is ??ft tall. It is ?? years old. Suriv is a sentient computer program that was made to install itself on a computer. He is a virus, but not a bad kind. All it does is add a sentient friend to your computer. You can talk to it, interact with it, and much more. It can even interact with your icons. It can move your apps to play with you. It can open new tabs on your browser and type things in to show you what it wants to. It can talk to you. No speakers needed. Have fun with your new friend!

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Case Number ?: Victim was found in their room dead 27 days after death. Victim is sitting in their chair, at their computer. The screen of the computer is broken. Computer still works. When turned on, it worked like normal, but a large chunk of the inside of the screen was missing. It looked to be in a vague humanoid shape. We think this to be the sign the murderer leaves at every crime seen. There have been [REDACTED] crime scenes with the same situation and sign.

Injuries: torn off arm (unable to be found), open chest and stomach cavity, missing heart (unable to be found), missing 1 lung (unable to be found), bite marks on other lung, missing 2 kidneys (unable to be found), missing 53% of the liver (unable to be found), bite marks on left over liver, pieces of intestines missing (unable to be found), bite marks on intestines, cuts and deep wounds on head, one eye missing (unable to be found).

Cause of death: The cause of death was blood loss. It may seem odd considering the injuries, but whatever monster did this specifically made sure to keep them alive.

#Long post #death mention

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aeniqmata · 2 years

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@diabolikxyui answered:

yui was EXCITED. she was able to go out to a party. with humans, with people she could go out and talk to. people she could be normal around. yui couldn’t remember the last time she had been out unescorted, let alone to a party full of people.

of course, she was an optimist. she focused on the good parts, not the fact that she didn’t really know anyone who would be there. or that there might be issues with drink or anything else. or the fact she really didn’t know how to act in parties. in fact, her only concerns were that she didn’t know what to wear. her last costume party had been when she was a tiny kid, and apparently cat costumes for those her age were a bit… revealing. some quick searches showed that a lot of costumes were revealing and for people with CONFIDENCE. that wasn’t her.

but it did give her an idea. maybe she could wear something that would give her confidence. was it a good idea to go as him? maybe not. joker… yeah, it fit, a costume party was come as you aren’t right? a THIEF yeah. she could do that, maybe it would give her an edge, a confidence she needed. yui loved to talk to people but she was still sheltered and naive, and it would take a bit of courage to put herself out there.

the costume was easy enough to put together, though she tried her best to get details right.

when she got to the party she was still incredibly excited. there were so many people, she wanted to try her best to have fun and have new experiences. but it quickly got overwhelming… there were SO many people. that was good and bad. she recognised no one. a cup of strong smelling alcohol was thrust her way, but she couldn’t bring herself to drink it. tried to back away.

yui’s costume certainly wasn’t like everyone else’s flashy outfits… did she choose wrong? she back up, biting her bottom lip. stepping back again and - right into someone.

“sorry r-really sorry!” it came out quickly, in her soft and lilting tone. she turned quickly, come face to face and so close with…. huh?! yui brightened immediately. she didn’t know who was behind the mask but it didn’t matter! same costumes~ and there’s was so impressive. someone else came as a phantom thief too?

“we have the same costume,” she cheered happily, her soft voice just making it over the noise of the crowd. “amazing~ that’s so great! your costume looks so impressive.” it made her so happy to see. so that made joker their favourite too?

The infiltration wasn’t supposed to go this badly. Something had kicked him out of the MetaVerse, but hadn’t changed him back into normal clothes. Or at least that was what he thought, but it seemed that instead, a whole host of normal people had been pulled into the MetaVerse by unknown means. A whole party he’d wandered across with people in danger. So he’d stayed nearby, waiting for the rest of his team to find him. They’d find the party and they could take things from there.

Or that had been the plan until he’d found a shadow or two wandered around the outskirts of the party, looking to pray on these people. It’d take very little effort for him to either dispose of them or scare them off. Shadows were attracted to the strength of his will, and would follow him away from nearly anyone else.

So he began mingling, or at least wandering around the party and steadfastly avoiding the alcohol that he was sure was spiked with something. And he had been doing a good job of it until someone had nearly taken him entirely off his feet. Someone dressed exactly like him and with a voice that he would recognize regardless. The same girl he’d met in the park that Succubus had him kiss.

“ you have some of the worst luck i have ever seen, my little trickster. “

“ Yeah, I’ve been a fan of the Phantom Thieves for a while now. Though if I could be a little forward, this doesn’t seem like a place you would normally be found. Did you get invited here? “ His voice was only loud enough for her to hear, leaning in to speak in her ear. Worst case scenario, someone else might recognize his voice and it would be harder to work, and he would do all he could to prevent it.

“ I can’t stay for long, but you should not be here. It’s not safe, and it’d be better to either find another party or go home. “ Far away from the MetaVerse and the Shadows looking for a snack in the middle of the night. He turned to walk away, back towards an alley where he could easily get back onto a rooftop. He needed height to look for his friends, he’d decided, and the music and lights were making it hard to see from down below.

He could only hope that she would listen and leave, not follow him or stay at the party.

#joker: thread #joker: ic #diabolikxyui #joker: 11

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pof203 · 22 days

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A Summoner Birthday

Special Quest: Licho

I don't know about this. Are you sure this is a good idea?

I know this is a bit new for you, but it looked like you needed the help.

Licho: I guess so. I'm not going to get anywhere if I just sit around and get frustrated.

You brought Licho to the virtual fairytale world to help him find inspiration for a new poem he's working on.

Lupin: So, where do you think we should go?

Licho: I guess we could stay here. This town is amazing enough.

Lupin: Okay.

So, you and Licho decide to stay in Candyland.

You and Licho just lean against a nearby shop when you notice a familiar face.

♪Do you know the Muffin Man, the Muffin Man, the Muffin Man?♪ ... (speaking) Man, what am I doing?

Lupin: Hey, Nomad!

Nomad: (surprised) Lupin? And Licho? What are you two doing here?

Licho: Lupin's helping me find some inspiration for my next poem.

Nomad: I see. How's that coming along?

Licho: Nothing yet. And what about yourself?

Nomad: Andvari has me going around selling muffins around town.

Lupin: How do you get money off of that?

Nomad: He's using cryptocurrency. Whatever that means.

Licho: Making money online. The world sure has changed.

Nomad: So, would you like a muffin? I'm sure Andvari will let it be on the house if it's you two.

Lupin: Thanks.

You choose a chocolate-chip muffin while Licho just gets a plain one. With that, Nomad leaves. You are about to eat your muffin when you notice Licho just staring at his.

Lupin: Is something wrong with your muffin, Licho?

Licho: How does Mother Goose do it? She can make a poem about muffins, but I can't make a poem out of anything right now.

Lupin: I'm sure even Mother Goose had writer's block from time to time. I'm sure something will come soon.

Licho: I guess.

Licho takes a small bite of his muffin. He looks around at the scenery around him.

Licho: This place... It's really not like anything I've ever seen. Even when I take a closer look, I still can't believe it's all just an illusion created by a computer. Where did Kurogane even get get the inspiration?

Lupin: I guess from things Boogeyman told him about his homeworld. It's meant to be a world where fantasy meets reality.

Licho: Yeah. Though, it does get you to wonder. Like... Is there world, the Tokyo we live in real itself? Or, is it also just an illusion created by another?

Lupin: ... That's deep.

Licho: Yeah. I just wonder what's reality and which is dream. Back in my homeworld, I thought that things like love and friendship was just stuff made up for stories. But then my friend came along and I learned that that may not be the case. We created a bond that just seemed so true. Until that event happened and I found myself in that Tokyo. I was convinced that it was all an illusion again... But then, I met you. You, Sanat Kumara, Hanuman, Tetsuox, everyone. Even Wakan Tanka. All the times I spent with you... It was all real to me.

Lupin: And all times we spent with you were all real to us. Because love and friendship are real.

Licho: I'm happy for that. I guess that shows how much I love you all.

Licho then found himself in deep thought... Finally, inspiration struck.

Licho: (excited) I've got it!

He takes out his scroll and and brush and begins to write down the words as if they were flowing right out of the bottom of his heart. Finally, he was done.

Licho: Alright, listen to this.

The Weaver’s Song

In the loom of existence, threads intertwine, A cosmic tapestry woven by hands unseen. Creation dances with illusion, a delicate design, And love and friendship emerge from the weave.

In the celestial atelier, constellations spin, Galaxies twirl like spindles in cosmic kin. The Weaver, ancient and nameless, begins: “Threads of life, let your dance begin.”

Veil of mist, shimmering and thin, Illusion’s dance conceals what lies within. Worlds birthed from whispers, shadows akin, Yet truth peeks through, like dawn’s first grin.

Threads of crimson, threads of gold, Love’s warp and weft, stories yet untold. In laughter shared and secrets told, Hearts entwined, a tapestry to behold.

Silken strands of camaraderie bind, Friendship’s knots, unyielding and kind. Through storms and sunsets, side by side, Together we weave, our souls allied.

You feel lost within Licho's words as they enter our soul, filling it with light and hope.

Lupin: That was beautiful, Licho. I'm sure everyone will love it.

Licho: (a bit happy) Yeah, I'm sure they will.

Lupin: I knew bringing you here would give you the inspiration you needed.

Licho: True. But don't let this place take all the credit.

Lupin: Why?

Licho: Because, the majority of my inspiration for that poem... came from you.

Lupin: ... Thank you, Licho.

Licho: And thank you, Lupin.

You both embrace each other, knowing that poem brought something good and true into your lives to link you all together.

After finishing your muffins, you both do a bit of people watching before returning home.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: The poem was written using Bing Copilot.

#my birthday #birthday #tokyo afterschool summoners #housamo #licho

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wildernessuntothemselves · 2 years

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"i feel like the medium of writing can work for the multiple faces etc oc just as well as a visual form can, like i can just describe the struggle instead of showing it so i don't understand what you meant about that point."

I didn't mean to say you can't write, just that it would be very visually appealing and I would really like to see it if made into a more visual art form. It would be quite the exquisite powerful visual. Thinking of that route and means for the story made me imagine how it would look like in 2d animation, and it looked so amazing in my mind that I became quite enamored with the idea and if there was a possibility of it being made I would pay to see it.

You can 100% do a good job of communicating the same story through writing, I am not doubting that lol. Don't you ever doubt of my recerence for your craft, sweetheart. You know I am a fan of your talent with the words. I love how skilled you are at it and happily delight in whatever you put out. I don't complement you and your creative work more often just so I don't end up sounding corny or too much of a simp. But I know you can do it if you try... I said I would read it if you did.

Btw how do you plan on going through OC lifetimes? Are you gonna brush off through some and focus on developing more on one or two, or do you plan on making a small series of chronicles with each chapter being a lifetime?

You asked for ideas for different lifetimes aside from the priest one:

- there is that one I mentioned where maybe gyu is a close friend or neighbor of oc's mother and so he is literally present during her birth and is present during her entire upbringing as "uncle gyu"

- there could be a version where oc becomes a nun spetialized in exorcism and meets him when she is sent to small town to handle with the mess he has created there. But unaware to his nature ends up befriending him. When she finds out she has to choose between either doing what she vowed to dedicate her life to by freeing the woman in town from his control but hurt him in the process, or following her heart and allowing him to stay in her life to their content at the cost of others sanity.

- there could also be a lifetime where she is the teenage child of a puritan family and he is masking as a wealthy towns man. When people start noticing the marks of evil on him and how she has been changing since meeting this man, they acuse her of being a witch and, well, having sex with demons. They run away for a while but she is ultimately prosecuted and burned at the stake (or drowned, which was more common).

- there could be a lifetime gyu could be the secret lover of a rich landlord and oc could be either the landlord's daughter or one of his slaves.

- there could be a lifetime where oc is a ascending painter and discover gyu by accident during the inauguration of a gallery and he ends up becoming their muse. Oc dies of mercury poisoning from the paint

- there could be a lifetime where they both become property of the same traveling circus. Oc could be an exotic dancer or one of the animal keepers, maybe even the tamer. Gyu could be one of the circus "freaks" as the winged man or the man with no shadow or whatever.

... I could go on with many more, but I will stop for now.

(the thing about my friend is that her stalker has been a pain in the ass for years. They had been friends in the past but things spiraled down terribly. That obsessed girl has made my friend loose jobs, end relationships, etc. Recently, one night, that girl decided to try to stop her in the street out of nowhere to talk or whatever but my friend was already so sick of it that she just went for the girl face. Then that girl had the guts to go to the police and report my friend for violent assault. My friend panicked cause that wouldn’t be her first time having trouble with the law (history of possession of substance), so she could end up getting time for this. Since I have a good relationship with the police, she called me and asked me to accompany her. I did. I told police all about what the girl had done to my friend and fried their ears with examples of things she had done until I finally convinced them to look into it - I even handled evidences of it directly to them and hinted to where and how they could get more. They are now focused on the stalking part and the overall damage the girl has done to my friend for years and considering the physical altercation as self-defense. The problem is that because my friend has a "bad reputation", if it wasn't for me insisting for them to investigate further, they wouldn't have thought twice about it and straight up taken her as the bad guy of the story.)

~♡anon

noooooo i feel like you took my words as offended when they weren't 😭 i didn't mean that you don't think i can write it. i just was curious what you meant exactly because i genuinely didn't understand why you think it would come out better in animation as opposed to writing as it wasn't obvious from what you said. i didn't take it as you doubting my writing (which you had been more generous in your praise than i deserve honestly)

as for the story, i was actually planning on just focusing on one story (the priest one) since it's kind of a series on its own. but now i'm interested in other lifetimes

i am not fond of gyu meeting oc as a baby as that can get very uncomfortable ala jacob and renesseme from twilight lmao like he wouldn't touch her as a child but i'm not confident that he can keep away from her forever.

but i love all the other ones! they're all so creative and different from each other. how do you come up with these? i mean circus acts? i love it 😭 i would totally be down to hear more ideas if you want to share more

ahhhhhh okay. that's very unfortunate that they wouldn't have believed her otherwise but i'm glad you were there for her and yeah it makes more sense now that you explained it. i hope that girl stays away from her now and that the police are able to do something for her. stalking cases are so tricky as there is not much the police can really do :/

#mort talks #yamqn #♡anon

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jackarthurdavenport · 3 years

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Some of my lovely friends asked to show how I do my blending, so here is a very long tutorial! I will explain how to:

Blend GIFs with lots of movement

Blend three or more GIFs on one canvas

You will need:

Any version of Photoshop with a timeline

Basic-intermediate knowledge of GIF making (including cropping, how to use adjustment layers for color correction, applying layer masks, and placing multiple GIFs on one canvas)

Since the way I blend depends on the footage I'm able to work with, I often end up going in a different direction than I first planned. So this isn't a strict step-by-step guide that can be applied to everything you make. These are just some tips!

Read the rest under the cut.

TERMINOLOGY:

(Pretty sure you already know this but I will be repeating these a lot here, so just in case!)

Highlights & Shadows - The highlights are the brightest parts of the image. The shadows are the darkest parts. Remember that just because it's bright doesn't mean it's actually white, and just because it's dark doesn't mean it's actually black!

Negative Space - This refers to empty space around your subject. When there's negative space, it's easier to spot the focal point of the image.

BLENDING GIFS WITH LOTS OF MOVEMENT

Number of GIFs: 2 Main GIF: Closeup of Sam (“big!Sam”) Secondary GIF: Sam flying (“flying!Sam”)

STEP 1: Find the right scenes Since the subject of the secondary GIF is much smaller and basically cuts across the frame, it’s important (but not always essential!) that the main GIF has less movement and a decent amount of negative space.

STEP 2: Make your individual GIFs Make your GIFs like how you usually do (Important: Remember that your GIFs need to have the same number of frames). When it’s time to crop, it’s best to have the two files opened in Photoshop at the same time so you can compare them against each other. It’s absolutely fine for them to overlap because that’s the whole point! The secondary GIF has Sam flying in from the top left to the bottom right, so I cropped the main GIF with him off-center so there would be space to see flying!Sam.

Now we have these two GIFs:

STEP 3: Combine your GIFs Place the secondary GIF over the main one and adjust the blend mode. Setting the blend mode to Screen usually works, but in this case, this is how it looks:

As you can see, the highlights in the main GIF are obscuring flying!Sam in the first frames. You can only see him clearly when he’s flying over big!Sam’s face. This is because the shadows on the top GIF will lighten and/or disappear against the highlights of the bottom GIF when set to Screen. It would be too complicated to fix this with a brush (which we will get to later) because of the movement in the secondary GIF, so instead I set the blending mode to Multiply, which is the opposite of Screen. Now here is the GIF:

We can now see flying!Sam. But the blue of the sky is now a pseudo-filter over big!Sam’s face up until the last frames. So I applied a Hue/Saturation adjustment layer over the secondary GIF to remove those colors. The sky in the GIF is made up of cyans and blues, so I dragged those sliders down to -100. Here is how it looks now:

STEP 4: Erase the bits you don’t want So that big!Sam’s face isn’t covered by flying!Sam’s wings and that pesky airplane up top, we have to use a brush to erase those parts. In the Layers panel, make sure your GIF layers (in this case, groups/folders) are selected and click the Add Layer Mask button. A little rectangle next to the layer/group name will show up like so:

Then in the Tools panel, click the Brush tool, pick a soft brush and set the size to around 180-210px. The larger the brush, the softer the look. I learned this from Becca (@inejz-ghafa) who made an amazing tutorial a while back (will link it in the source at the bottom)! Adjust the brush size if you have to.

Now click on the little rectangle layer mask of the group you want to erase (in this case, the secondary GIF). When you do this, the Foreground and Background Colors buttons in the Tools panel will revert to the default black and white.

Painting with black will erase and painting with white will undo the erasure. So I erased the airplane and the bits of the wings covering his face. I didn’t erase the parts that overlap with his uniform, just to keep the effect of flying!Sam zooming across the GIF. And here is our finished product:

BLENDING THREE OR MORE GIFS ON ONE CANVAS

We will be working with these two GIFs since they use different techniques:

STEP 1: Compose your image Find the scenes you want to put in your GIF and choose which of those is the most important. Once you've decided on that, you can build the rest of the elements around it.

Sam's GIF: Multiple Exposure Effect

Number of GIFs: 3 Main GIF: Bloodied shield Secondary GIF: Closeup of Sam Tertiary GIF: Bucky with the shield

STEP 2: Make your individual GIFs Since the shield is the most important part, I made it the largest GIF and cropped it close to emphasize the star and the blood. I made Sam's GIF the same size, but cropped it with his face off-center so that the star wouldn't completely cover his face. Again, it's totally fine for the images to overlap! The tertiary GIF is the least important so I cropped it smaller. To determine the size of that GIF compared to the shield, I made the Rulers visible (View > Rulers; or Ctrl+R) then clicked the top ruler and dragged down to create a guide to where I wanted the smaller GIF to end. Then I measured from the bottom of the GIF up to the guide to determine the height of the smaller GIF. (Tip: It's better to make the tertiary GIF too large than too small. That way, you have more to work with. So size it larger than it will appear on the final GIF.)

This is only a stylistic choice for this particular set, but I removed the blue from the shield and set the tertiary GIF to black and white, so that the only notable colors in the GIF are red, black and white. Varying up the coloring of each GIF (i.e. color vs. monochrome) adds some spice to the image, so play around with these different styles if you like!

Here are our three GIFs:

STEP 3: Combine your GIFs At first, I made the main GIF of the shield the bottom GIF. Then I placed the secondary GIF over it and set the blend mode to Screen, but found that it lacked depth. So I switched them and made the Sam GIF the bottom GIF (blend mode: Pass Through) and placed the shield GIF (blend mode: Screen) over it. And this is what I got:

Notice how the window behind Sam on the left side is distracting? It also partially obscures the star. So I went back to Sam’s GIF, created a New Layer and painted over the window with a black brush. Now here is our GIF:

This is just my personal preference, but I wanted the area around the star to be a solid black rather than gray, so this time I created a New Layer over the shield GIF and applied a layer of black with the Paint Bucket tool, setting the blend mode to Soft Light. Now we’re done with the main and secondary GIFs:

Now let’s add the last GIF:

STEP 4: Erase the bits you don’t want Lastly, I erased the warehouse rafters over Sam’s face and a bit of his shirt and the warehouse floor on the bottom right corner using Layer Masks and a soft brush (like in the first tutorial). And we’re done!

Bucky's GIF: Silhouette Effect

Number of GIFs: 3 Main GIF: Bucky holding the notebook Secondary GIF: View of the sunrise from the boat Tertiary GIF: Sam and Bucky walking away

STEP 2: Make your individual GIFs To achieve this silhouette effect, the main GIF needs to have a clear focal point, which means it’s better to have negative space around the subject and for there to be minimal movement. In this case, the subject is made up of Bucky’s hands, notebook, and part of his shirt; and there’s some movement but we can still work with that. The other two GIFs will then be placed “inside” the subject. Because the negative space in the main GIF consists of highlights, I chose a secondary GIF which emphasized the shadows. For the smallest GIF, I used a guide like in the previous tutorial to measure its size.

We have these three GIFs:

STEP 3: Combine your GIFs Place the secondary GIF over the main one. In my case, I didn’t measure it right so I had to nudge the top GIF a bit to the right to fit it inside the silhouette. The important thing is that the edge of the secondary GIF should not overlap with the silhouette itself, or else the illusion “breaks.”

Now let’s add the third GIF:

STEP 4: Erase the bits you don’t want For this GIF, there’s a lot we need to erase! Using Layer Masks and a soft brush again, erase the parts of the secondary GIF that extend beyond the silhouette. It’s entirely based on personal preference if you want to keep some parts of the secondary GIF outside the silhouette (like I did here) or if you want them completely removed. And for the small GIF, erase the edges for it to blend with the secondary GIF while also staying within the silhouette of the main one.

Now here is our finished GIF:

And that’s it! If you’ve made it this far, thank you for reading. I hope this was useful! Remember, there is no definitive way to blend GIFs, so keep experimenting. And don’t be afraid to make mistakes either, because we learn a lot from those. Happy Photoshop-ing!

- Elle

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revoutionsingingintherain · 3 years

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Alec and bracelets

idk why, but i can imagine Alec wearing bracelets in his non-dominant hand all the time. Like, he never buys them. They are given to him by people who are important to him, and he chooses to wear them and never take them off.

Robert and Maryse probably won't like them at first, because "Honestly, Alec, it's a girly piece of jewelry! You're a man!" but Alec won't care, because people gave it to him because he meant something to them.

For a pre-teen or a teen Alec, he was always in the shadows of Jace, and he did get used to it, but knowing that his family or friends thought of him when they made or bought their bracelets, made young Alec feel like he mattered to someone.

His first bracelet was given to him when he was seven, by a five year old Izzy. It would be mismatched colors, but strong enough to not break unless sliced by a blade.

"Alec! I made you something!"

"What is it, Izzy?"

She took his hand and slid a mismatched colored bracelet onto his wrist. Alec stared in amazement, a little teary eyed at the thought of his five year old sister making him something.

"It's a sibling bracelet! See!"

"A - a sibling bracelet?"

"Yeah! It's a bond that means that we will never leave each other and always love each other!"

Alec wrapped his younger sister in his arms. He was not used to show a lot of physical affection to anyone. His parents had taught him that it made him look weak, and so, he avoided showing any sort of emotion. But, his sister had made him something, and he was not going to not show his sister that he appreciated it.

"Thank you, Izzy."

His second bracelet was given to him by Jace.

The boys were sitting on Izzy's bed. Isabelle had had a nightmare, and Jace and Alec had promised her to stay with her. Izzy never asked for help. She believed that it made her look like she was not strong enough. But, she knew she could always rely on her brothers.

Jace and Alec were bored. Jace had started messing around with some bands and threads that Izzy had. Alec had stayed quiet, and occasionally closed his eyes, listening to Izzy's breaths, and Jace's irritated sigh, and the creaking of the wood.

"Alec?"

Alec opened his eyes and looked at Jace. Jace avoided looking at Alec in the eye, and for the first time since Alec had met him, Jace looked shy and insecure.

"Yeah?"

"I made you something."

Jace handed him a bracelet made of black and gold threads, woven together. Alec understood that the black represented him because of his hair color, and the gold represented Jace, because of his hair color.

"I just noticed that you wear a bracelet, and Izzy told me that she made it for you when you were young. I just thought, that this could show that you will always be friend and my brother. And I hope that one day, we can be parabatai. I mean, you're the first person who doesn't eat up all the bullshit that I say and -"

"Jace. I like it. Thank you."

The smile that Jace had given Alec that night, had been the widest and most genuine smile he had ever seen on the boy's face.

Max had given him a bracelet before he left for Academy. Alec had been surprised, but forever grateful to have something that his little brother had given him.

"Alec?"

"Yeah?"

Alec was gearing up for a mission, but paused, when his brother had called for him. Wordlessly, Max handed him a bracelet made with a blue that matched their eyes, and a silver that just looked so pure with the blue.

"This is for you. I know that everyone thinks that Jace is my favorite brother, but he's not. Jace has a lot of stories to tell, and is more interesting. But, Alec, you've always been my favorite brother."

Alec had slid the bracelet along with Izzy's and Jace's, and choked out a "thank you". His brother had nodded, and then, ran out in search for his father, or maybe Izzy.

Max's words replayed in his head. You've always been my favorite brother.

It was a few weeks after Clary had come back from the Alternate Dimension, when he got his next bracelet.

"Hey, Alec?"

Alec looked up from his documents, "Yeah?"

Hesitantly, Clary moved forward, and kept a bracelet on his table. The bracelet had threads that were woven in an intricate pattern. It had six colors of thread on them, and he knew it formed the Pride Flag colors. Magnus had introduced him to the LGBTQ+ community.

"The Alec that I met in the Alternate Dimension was openly gay. And everyone around him accepted him for who he was. He was really confident and comfortable. He was happier, Alec."

Alec stared back without a word.

"He was wearing a bracelet like that. I drew it from my memory, and pulled it out, like with the Mortal Cup. I hope that one day, you'll be as happy as that Alec."

Alec stood from his chair, and wrapped Clary in an awkward hug. He had not realized how much it would mean to him to hear that there was a universe out there, where he was accepted for his sexuality and wasn't forced to change himself, until Clary told him.

"Thank you."

Clary smiled and nodded at him, before she turned and left the office. Alec stared at the bracelet for a few seconds, before he slipped it on his wrist, behind Max's and smiled softly at the colors.

Magnus had gotten him one too. It was a few months after Alec had gifted him the omamori charm, that Magnus carried with him everywhere.

Magnus had been so nervous. He did not understand why. This was Alexander! His boyfriend, Alexander!

"Alexander?"

"Hmm?"

"I got you something."

"Is it my birthday?"

"No. I just saw something and I thought of you and I bought it."

"What is it?"

"It's a bracelet. I was with a client today, and he was making these, and it just reminded me of you. So, I asked him if he would make one in Warlock blue and Shadowhunter gold."

Alec took it in his hand delicately, and stared at it.

"He said that he puts these charms or something, that was supposed to bring protection and good fate. You know, a little like the omamori charm that you gave me. And I thought that you could get a little more protection, because I mean, you kill demons for a living, and -"

Alec kissed him. He didn't know how else to shut him up, and show how much he appreciated the gesture at the same time. So, he kissed Magnus, pouring all of his emotions into it, begging Magnus wordlessly to know how thankful he was.

"So, I take it, you liked it?" Magnus asked, when they pulled back. Alec laughed.

Simon had given him a bracelet before Asmodeus took away his memories.

Alec was supporting Magnus, when Simon approached him. Asmodeus was waiting for Simon, ready to take away his memories.

Simon took off the bracelet he wore. His father had given it to him when he was a child. It had three brown threads on it, and the center thread had a silver arrow on it.

Simon handed it to Alec, and said, "My father gave it to me when I was a child. I know that I won't have any memory of any of you, but I know that I will remember that bracelet. If I ever see you guys again, at least, I'll know that I knew you, and that your family - this family - and you were someone important to me. Thank you, Alec."

Izzy and Clary were sobbing behind them. Alec was stunned. Simon and him were never close, but they had a mutual respect for each other.

Asmodeus took Simon away, and the rest of them returned to New York. Alec had added the bracelet to the collection he had on his wrist. Clary had explained to him, that Simon's father had made it for Simon at a fair, and had told him that as long as Simon wore it, his father would always be with him.

Alec had cried that night. He hated to admit it, but he missed the nerd.

It was a few years later when Alec got his next bracelet. Magnus and Alec had adopted their second son, Rafael. It had taken some time for him to warm up to Alec and Magnus.

"Daddy?"

Alec looked up from his work. Rafael was sitting on the couch beside him. He looked at Alec with wide, innocent eyes.

"Yes, Rafe?"

Rafael pulled out a bracelet from his pocket. Alec and Magnus knew what it was. It was the only thing that Rafael had from his biological family. It was a single thread, with one bead on it.

"My real daddy used to wear this. But, now, you're my daddy. So, I want you to wear it."

Alec held out his hand, and Rafael tied it around his wrist, behind all the thin bracelets he wore. When he was done, Alec ruffled his son's hair, and smiled at him. Rafael smiled back, and leaned against his father.

His younger son, Max, had made one for Alec, like Izzy, Jace, and Max had.

"Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!"

Alec laughed, and picked up his three year old son in his arms, throwing him in the arm. Max giggled loudly, and Magnus and Rafael followed Max to where he was greeting Alec at the door.

"Hi, Max! How was your day?"

"I made you something, Daddy!"

"Really? What is it?"

Max held a small black thread with colorful, glittery beads on them. He put it against Alec's neck, and said, "I made you a necklace, Daddy! Like, Bapak has!"

"But, Max! This is so small for my neck! Why don't you tie it around my wrist? With the other ones that I have?"

Max pouted for a moment, before nodded. Alec held out his wrist, and Max tried to tie it around his wrist. Magnus, magically, tied the thread around Alec's wrist. Max beamed at his father, who beamed back at him.

Alec put his son down, and greeted the rest of his family.

But, he won't wear all of them all the time. There were too many of them, and after he would become Consul, he would have to look professional. Eight bracelets won't make him look professional, and he knew that.

So, he would ask Magnus to charm them, that if he ever lost one of them, they would magically return to his pocket.

He would wear the bracelet that Magnus gave him all the time. The others, he would tie them together, and attach it to his set of keys or slide them on his belt, so that they were hidden by his blazer (formal jacket).

Eventually, when he would become an uncle, or a grandfather, he got more and more of them. He would tell anyone who asked how he got the bracelets he had, and who gave it to him. All the little kids would listen to him, with wide eyes and fascination.

And when Alec would die, Magnus would made sure that Alec was wearing all of his bracelets, laughing through teary eyes as he recalled the stories of how he got the ones from his siblings or from Clary, or Simon. Rafael and Max would stand with their Bapak, and would cry with him at the amount of bracelets Alec had gotten from his family, and friends, and nephews and nieces, and grandchildren.

Anyways, it was just an idea that I liked a lot! Thanks for reading this!

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there-must-be-a-lock · 3 years

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Red

Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 3680

Warnings: Kink and trauma. You know, in case you forgot whose blog you were on! Night terrors. Non-graphic flashbacks to violence, very graphic smut. Bucky’s head is just not a very fun place? References to brainwashing and torture. Kink discovery, including some hitting/slapping during sex and some power/control fantasies, all within the context of a very happy relationship. It goes down dark but there’s a distinctly soft aftertaste.

A/N: For @cockslut-padalecki and her Decade Under The Influence challenge. My prompt was “The Crimson” by Atreyu. Thanks for always hosting the absolute best challenges, and congrats on the milestone!

Pre-reads by @thoughtslikeaminefield @mskathywriteswords and @fangirlxwritesx67. Inspiration from that scene where Sebastian Stan gets slapped. You know the one I mean.

The companion fic to this will be coming soon! It’s significantly darker and way outside my wheelhouse, but please let me know if you want a tag.

The Soldier stalks silently down the hallway to the bedroom, scanning the shadows.

The closet.

Something itches, deep under the ice: knowledge that closets are for hiding —

— a small girl, giggling in the back corner of the closet —

— ready or not, here I come —

— but those frozen things don’t belong to the Soldier.

He opens the door and finds the woman on the floor, trying to hide in the darkness. He picks her up by the throat. Moonlight from the open window glints off her wide eyes and the Soldier’s metal hand. She fights back, clawing at his arm uselessly.

He waits for her to stop struggling. They always do.

Bucky opens his eyes and bolts upright, gritting his teeth against the sweaty, shivery wave of nausea.

It takes a moment for the numbing chill of the Soldier’s memory to fade.

He knows it’s a memory. He lost so many things in the deep emptiness of cryo-sleep, but he couldn’t bury them forever, and now they claw their way out while he dreams. The darkness gives him back his life, one nightmare at a time.

Sometimes he wakes up screaming. Sometimes he wakes up convinced that the bed under him is soaked with blood, and it takes a few awful seconds to realize that he just sweated through the sheets. Other times he’s paralyzed in the darkness, convinced he’s back in the cryo chamber, and he wants to punch and claw and fight his way out, wants to see the sun again, but he tried that one too many times — he learned his lesson about wanting things.

At least he didn’t wake her this time. She makes a breathy sound as she stirs, but she’s still sound asleep, and when he inspects his hands in the glow of her night light, there’s no trace of red.

She got the light about two months ago, when he started sleeping over. She didn’t ask him, didn’t mention it — he would’ve been embarrassed, if she asked, but it helps. She helps.

He’s goddamn crazy about her. It hasn’t been long, but he knows this is it for him.

Bucky curls up facing her. Her hair is a mess, and there’s a damp patch of drool on the pillow under her slack mouth, and she’s beautiful. It’s amazing that she trusts him enough to fall asleep next to him.

He closes his eyes. This time he doesn’t dream.

The end credits of the movie start to scroll down the screen, and she makes a grumbling noise that means she doesn’t want to get up and turn the TV off. Her little apartment is full of the rich smell of whatever she’s got in the oven, and the day has been so sweetly domestic that Bucky wonders when everything will start to twist and distort and go bloody. He must be hallucinating.

But the hallucinations always had a sort of airbrushed quality to them when they started, an inhuman perfection that felt easy, like he was floating. Right now his stomach is growling, and when she shifts, her elbow digs into his side, and she’s a heavy comforting warmth on top of him.

The hallucinations were the product of his own brain, which might be why they came back all too quickly when he started to recover his memories. Even when he couldn’t remember his sisters’ faces, he remembered the drug-fueled torture that took place behind his closed eyelids, scenes that started like fantasies and ended like nightmares.

Most memories from before the fall are weak and hazy, sepia-toned afterimages that overlay the living world like ghosts. Other things bleed through the decades, making it hard to keep track of whose memories he’s seeing. The Soldier’s memories are always sharp and cold, and they’re the hardest to shake off. Sometimes they’re triggered by the present, and it’s always a surprise; he’s stepping into a crosswalk and the past is washing over him like —

The water from the hose is freezing cold as the handler rinses off the blood —

— and he’s still staring down at the slushy puddle, but —

— the Soldier keeps his eyes down, clenching his jaw to stop his teeth from chattering, watching the red swirl over the cold cracked tile and disappear down the drain, and —

Bucky has to fight to hold on to the honking taxis and the Brooklyn stink, because the cryo chamber is quiet like a coffin in the last few seconds before he’s frozen into unconsciousness, and —

— and sometimes he feels frozen even when the dreams dissolve, even when he knows they’re only dreams.

The frigid paralysis was mental more than physical, for the Soldier, and that’s a hard thing to shake. The raw human parts of him iced over, head and heart numb while his body carried on following orders.

She sits up and stretches, making her shirt ride up, and he notices bruises on her hips, wrapping around the side.

“Did I do that?” he asks, voice thin.

She looks down like she didn’t notice. “Probably.”

He tugs the waistband of her yoga pants down a little and finds the shape of a handprint, stained purple. She twists to show him a matching set on the other side. They’re more defined on the side he was gripping with his metal hand last night. He feels cold all over.

“Sorry.”

“No biggie.”

He’s too scared to meet her eyes. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I would never hurt you.”

“What if I asked you to?” she tosses back, playful and easy.

Bucky doesn’t know how to react to that. He can’t let her see how badly he wants that, so he just freezes like a deer in headlights, forcing himself to go still, to shut down, to say nothing.

“Whoa, hey, don’t do that,” she says, and she moves into his space slowly, deliberately, giving him time to tell her to stop. He blinks at her, and she smiles, soothing.

He spent the first month of their relationship waiting for her to turn and run. It’s gotten better, but…

“Why the hell do you trust me?” he blurts out.

She frowns, and hesitates, and he wants to reach up and smooth out the little frown line that forms between her eyebrows, but he doesn’t. She curls up against him and kisses his jaw.

“Would you ever choose to hurt me?” she asks.

“No.”

“There you go.” He feels the movement when she shrugs, as if it’s that easy. “You control your choices. That’s it.”

“But I —”

“No buts,” she interrupts, and her voice is firm. “I choose to trust you and you don’t get to talk me out of it.”

Bucky lets out a huff of not-quite-laughter at that. She’s stubborn as hell when she wants to be, and he knows better than to argue.

“Okay,” he says, and wraps his arms around her, kissing the top of her head. She settles closer, her breath a warm damp tickle against the side of his neck.

His body used to be a weapon.

“You can’t blame yourself for things that are out of your control,” she mumbles, as if she heard him.

He takes a deep breath and says it again: “Okay.”

He can see her reflection in the mirror; she bites her lip, teeth white against her bright red lipstick, trying to hold back, but the whimpers are getting louder by the second as he fucks her harder. She’s bracing herself with her forearms on the sink, her entire body shaking with each sharp thrust.

“Shhhh,” Bucky says, half-laughing, but he doesn’t slow down.

He’s pretty sure this was her plan all along. They barely made it an hour into the party before she tugged him into the bathroom, and usually he would protest, but he’s been half-hard since he first saw her in that damn outfit.

She opened the door earlier looking like a pinup, complete with glossy curls and red lips and this dress: flared skirt, nipped-in waist, curves threatening to spill over the scooped-low neckline. He had just stuttered for a few seconds as a wisp of memory cast a sepia glow over her pleased smile.

He used to have a dog-eared print of one of those calendar girls, and it was tame compared to some that were carried to war, but there was something warm in her smile that made him hold onto it. He used to daydream about her waiting at home, welcoming him at the door, when everything else was heavy and grey. He used to look at her smile when he couldn’t bear to close his eyes, knowing he’d only see blood. They took it when he was captured, of course, but he used to imagine —

— this, he used to imagine this, the way the skirt is rucked up around her hips and she’s bent at the waist, the way she stretches open around the shiny-wet length of his cock.

He has a flash of certainty that this is just a fantasy, something he’s imagining desperately as he fucks his own fist and tries not to make a sound, pressing his other palm to his mouth to muffle his labored breathing. He’s picturing this so vividly that when he opens his eyes and sees the stars, framed by the caved-in ceiling of another bombed-out shell of a building, he’ll have to fight back tears of disappointment.

The sight of her face in the mirror is utterly pornographic, threatening to send him over the edge too soon, but when he looks down, he can see the way her ass bounces and jiggles as she shoves herself back to meet each thrust, and that’s goddamn obscene too. Bucky’s imagination has never been this good.

She’s so close, too close to stay silent, and just as she lets out a high-pitched, keening moan, there are footsteps right outside the door.

He reacts instinctively, before he can think better of it; he slaps his hand over her mouth, muffling the sound against his palm — the metal one, he realizes, a split-second too late.

Their eyes meet in the mirror for one wild heartbeat. Her skin looks dangerously soft under silver fingers that could so easily break the fragile jawbone they grip.

Then her eyes roll back in her head, and her orgasm blindsides both of them with its intensity. If he wasn’t silencing her, she would’ve shouted, he’s pretty sure; she spasms violently against his grip, writhing like she’s trying to shake him off, and —

— he imagines her struggling, fighting back, until he pins her against the wall and —

— it hits him like a gut-punch. He doubles over, curling himself around her as he comes with a rough shocked grunt, and the white-out lightning-bolt electroshock feel of it is so incredible he forgets, for a few seconds; he just buries his face in those curls and kisses the nape of her neck.

He straightens up and realizes her lipstick is smeared over the metal hand, deep crimson red.

“God, we’re a mess,” she laughs breathlessly. She turns to kiss him, eyes sparkling, and then they have to clean up, put themselves back together, and he brushes it off.

It was probably a memory, a ghost whose features he confused with hers in one fevered second. Unwanted memories —

— dreams — flashbacks — fantasies — hallucinations —

— invade his reality every day.

It didn’t feel like a memory, though.

She smiles, and there’s no doubt in his mind that the smile is real, so Bucky swallows his guilt and smiles back. Her hand is warm in his.

There’s a knife in his hand and blood on the floor.

It’s messy, but those were his orders. Easier to frame the mistress this way. At least the carving knife was sharp. Red drips down the blade onto the metal fingers.

He’s about to place it next to the corpse when he hears the gasp. The mistress had been asleep four minutes ago, but people are unpredictable that way.

Messy.

The Soldier pivots, finds her standing in the doorway, hand over her mouth, eyes wide. She’s paralyzed by fear, like a deer in headlights as he stalks closer. Usually they run. Sometimes they fight back. This one just stares.

“I won’t say anything,” she whispers. “I didn’t see —” He grabs her wrist, and she shrieks, trying to twist away, until he pins her against the wall and holds her in place. Tears start to roll down her cheeks. “No, please, I’ll do anything you want — just don’t kill me! You can — anything, I promise, I won’t struggle! Do you want —”

“Want” is buried deep under the ice. “Want” is for bodies that are warm and soft and human. The Soldier is a weapon.

He presses the knife into her hand and forces her fingers to close around the handle. She was supposed to be asleep.

She’ll be blamed, one way or another, but maybe it’s better this way. Cleaner.

No witnesses. It’s an order.

Bucky wakes up. He’s trembling, sitting up with his hands twisted in the sheets, but it’s not as bad as it could be. She’s sitting up next to him, one gentle hand on his chest as she watches with wide sad eyes.

“Sorry,” he chokes out. “Fuck, I hate waking you up.”

“Almost time anyway,” she says, which is when he realizes that it’s morning. Sunlight is streaming in through the sheer curtains. He settles back against the headboard, taking it in. They’re both naked, with her big downy comforter around their waists, and the residual chill of memory thaws immediately in the cozy warmth of her bed.

She leans in hesitantly and brushes her lips against his. He can read the worry plain on her face — she doesn’t know what he needs right now — but he tugs her onto his lap, tilts his head back, mouth opening easily under hers for slow lazy kisses that stretch like taffy and then turn deep and dirty. She swears like a sailor as she sinks down slowly onto his cock.

Christ, she’s gorgeous.

It must be real. He could never hallucinate something so flawed and incredible as the way she looks naked, the stretch marks under his palms, the calluses on her fingers when she cups his jaw, the way she moans when he plants his feet on the bed and fucks up into her.

She’s flushed and dewy with sweat, moaning in the sharp bitten-off way that means he found just the right angle, and her thighs are shaking hard enough that he has to grip her hips and hold her steady. He can feel her starting to get close, clenching and flooded around him, when her alarm goes off.

“Cocksucking motherfucker,” she snarls.

They both look helplessly at the phone, just out of easy reach on the nightstand. Bucky’s tempted to just ignore it, but she’s already leaning over. She twists at the waist but doesn’t stop rocking her hips down against him, squeezing in little pulses like she can’t help herself, so he settles her more firmly on his lap, holding her weight and anchoring her as she reaches for it. He works his right hand down between them, an awkward angle that’s totally worth it when he can rub her clit with the pad of his thumb and feel her spasm around his cock.

“Five more minutes,” he suggests breathlessly.

“Not gonna need that long if you keep doing that.” She trembles and almost collapses before finally grabbing the phone, and she hits the snooze button immediately.

He’s already rolling his hips, grinding in deep, and he must hit something just right at the same moment she starts to straighten up; it makes her twitch, jerking uncontrollably against him as she moves, and her elbow cracks across his jaw, snapping his head to the side hard enough to rattle his teeth.

“Shit!” she hisses, and then: “I’m so sorry, I — are you —”

But the rough throb of pain hit like a swell of heat in Bucky’s gut, making him jerk up into her and shudder with pleasure. He lets his head loll, taking a deep heaving breath and letting it out as a moan.

It’s not until he tilts his head back to look at her stunned face that he realizes what just happened. His cheeks burn but she doesn’t look disgusted; her eyes go all heavy-lidded and she bites her lip as she starts to ride him again, swiveling her hips.

He’s opening his mouth to make some excuse, to deny it, when she leans in for a bruising kiss: teeth scraping his lower lip, a whimper rough in her throat, cunt silky-hot and soaked, so good his head is spinning.

Then she asks raggedly, “Do you want me to do that again?”

Without even thinking about it, he blurts out, “Yes.”

Her palm connects with his cheek, a sharp sting that draws a guttural sound from deep in his chest. He moves on pure primal instinct, gripping her hips to slam her down on his cock.

From there it’s rough and frantic and desperate. He’s only dimly aware of the way she moans, bucking against him, the way they’re moving against each other like animals, the way she bites his lip so hard he tastes copper and then he’s gone, coming so hard his vision goes white with the first intense pulses of it. She shudders as she follows him, riding out the shocks of pleasure with her forehead pressed to his and her hands in his hair.

He shivers against her, breath hitching as reality washes in like ice water.

“I can feel you freaking out,” she mumbles. “What, they didn’t have kink in the thirties?”

It surprises Bucky enough that he lets out a huff of laughter. “No. Not exactly.”

“Why is this freaking you out?”

He stutters for a second before he manages, “What’s wrong with me?”

She sits up and looks at him intently. “Fucking nothing.”

“That should be the last thing I want,” Bucky mutters, cheeks burning.

“That’s not how it works,” she snaps. “Sex isn’t — it doesn’t always make sense. It’s messy.”

“I’ve had enough of hurting people for a fuckin’ lifetime.”

There’s something vulnerable in her sheepish half-smile. “Sometimes your body likes shit it shouldn’t. You can’t control what gets you off. Believe me, sweetheart.”

He blinks, ready to question that, and she leans in for a quick kiss. As if on cue, her alarm goes off again.

“Fuck.”

“I gotta go,” she says reluctantly. “But later — later we’re going to talk about some things. Okay?”

He doesn’t say it out loud, but he thinks it very clearly in that moment: I love you.

“Okay.”

The Soldier pins her brutally against the wall, one hand around her wrists, the other around her throat. He doesn’t squeeze, not yet, just holds her there and savors the thrill; she’s writhing and lashing out at him like a caged animal, but he’s got her and she knows it.

It’s beautiful, the way she snarls and tries to struggle.

He wants —

— so this must be a normal dream, not a memory, but —

— he wants to fuck her just like this, up against the wall, and —

— his hips jerk and his cock throbs, and —

— fuck, he wants her.

“Baby?” Her voice comes out as a sleep-slurred moan.

He tries to blink away the dream, but instead he’s rolling over and pinning her, rocking his hips down before he can stop himself. She sucks in a breath, spreading her legs to meet the next slow thrust, and she blinks dazedly up at him, mouth dropping open as they rut against each other.

“What was it?” she asks, raspy and heated.

He lets out a pained sound and drops his head, hunching to bury his face in the crook of her neck. He’s so goddamn hard, so close, all over a fucked-up dream, and —

“I was holding you — up against the wall. Your wrists.”

“Yeah?” she says, voice smoky and eager. “Remember what we talked about?”

“Traffic lights. Red if you want me to stop.”

“Do it.”

Oh.

“Are you sure?”

“Fuck yes.”

He snatches her wrists and crosses them over her head, watching the way her lashes flutter at the touch of metal, the way she bites her lip. She shifts under him, squirming until the length of him is slotted up against her slickness and her legs are up around his hips.

He slides in slow, relishing every inch, her body welcoming him with living dripping heat. She arches up, and he adjusts his grip on her wrists, squeezing slightly as he braces himself. All he wants in the entire damn universe is to drive into her, piston his hips until she’s screaming, but he starts to fuck her with steady even thrusts, holding back, trying to let go of the last lingering doubts.

“Doesn’t this scare you?” Bucky asks hoarsely. “That you’re trapped.”

She lets out a moan that sure as hell doesn’t sound like fear. This isn’t a dream any more, but it still feels surreal.

“Yellow,” she says.

“Shit. What’s wrong?” He tries to pull away, but she’s got her ankles hooked, keeping him in place with her legs. He lets go of her wrists, at least, and hauls in a deep breath, trying to make sense of that fierce expression on her face.

“Nothing. I just wanted you to see that you’re in control. You chose to stop.”

He swallows hard. “Yeah. I did.”

“Stop punishing your body for wanting this,” she says.

His breath catches, and for a moment all he can do is stare. She gives him a smile so soft it threatens to rip him open.

Then he curls his fingers around her wrists again — they’re still crossed, right where he left them. He waits for her nod.

“Green.”

Companion fic is here.

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illyaana · 3 years

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Collab: Chaos's Bearsday Collab by @chaos-night

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Tags: Aged Up! Birthday boy! Izuku Midoriya x Binaural, SFW, Fluff

Synopsis: You thought this was going to be a normal birthday with Deku - the only thing that was different is you were going to make Katsudon, pork cutlet bowls, for Deku. What you weren't prepared for was a flirty Izuku Midoriya.

Word Count: 1689

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You groaned at the sound of your blaring alarm, forcing you awake. You raised your head to meet Izuku’s chin. His hands were wrapped around your waist, pulling you into his body even more. You pressed against the bed, pushing yourself upwards to face the sleeping face of your beloved.

You adored the sight of the defenceless hero.

His dishevelled green hair mimicked a bush in the woods - wild yet so adorable. His lips were slightly parted, allowing soft snores to escape the powerful quirk user. His small freckles glowed under the soft sunlight entering your shared room from the window, leaving you in awe. His long lashes framed his closed eyelids.

Thankfully, your alarm turned itself off - he wasn’t letting you move anymore, not with the vice grip he had around you tightening unknowingly.

You couldn’t resist the urge to run the pad of your thumb against his soft lips - it looked so soft and supple. The rest of your fingers found their place on Izuku’s cheek, enjoying the warmth only he could radiate. You smiled, looking at the sleeping Izuku subconsciously pressing his cheeks against your fingers.

This is what you believed a life spent with him would look like - and you pray so that it stays like this.

“Hey,” you say as you kiss Midoriya’s forehead, “Wake up, sleepyhead.”

Your alarm began to ring again, causing the hero beside you to groan loudly.

“Turn that thing off,” he said, placing his head on your shoulder, “We don’t need to wake up early today.”

This man… how was he the top hero?

You ruffled his hair, chuckling.

“Weren’t you the one who told me to wake you up early today?” you ask, recalling your conversation with him yesterday.

“I just wanted to spend the whole day with you, but I think we can do it from this bed, can’t we?” he said, pressing kisses on the nape of your neck.

“I think you forgot, Deku,” you say, cupping his cheeks, “You have a press conference with Bakugo and Todoroki today - you know, about your job as a hero?”

His eyelids shot open.

“Oh, shit,” he mumbled, making you laugh.

“It’s only,” you looked at the wall clock, “9 am right now. You have about 1 hour to get ready and head to the studio. That trip would take about 20 minutes.”

You smiled when you saw him visibly relax.

“Sadly,” you say, “You aren’t getting breakfast from me since I couldn’t even move one inch from the bed,” you gesture to his arms on your waist.

You kissed his forehead again, trying to wipe off the guilty smile he had on his face.

“Happy birthday, Midoriya Izuku. Now, go get ready.”

He kissed the apples of your cheeks before pressing his forehead against yours.

“Thanks, love.”

⁜

The minute you heard the door close, you got out your phone and called your mother-in-law.

“Hi!” she answered cheerfully, “You ready to do this?”

You turned the voice call into a video call, then propped your phone behind the salt shaker.

“Hopefully…” you trail off as you put on your apron, “You don’t think I’ll burn anything or cause a fire, right?”

“If you’re anything like Izuku in terms of cooking, we’ll be fine.”

You weren’t.

Pancakes, waffles - you could handle that.

But meat? It definitely was not your forte.

Izuku’s the one who handled all the savoury dishes while you were the resident taste tester.

“Don’t worry - the very person who introduced him to the savoury dish is right here, showing you each step in detail. You won’t mess up that much,” you said to yourself as you brought out the ingredients.

You laid them out in front of her, allowing her to examine them thoroughly.

“First things first,” she said, moving to her couch, “You’re wearing your apron wrongly.”

⁜

You stared at the pan filled with onions, eggs and fried pork, feeling defeated.

You were supposed to move all of that into a small bowl of rice.

You were supposed to move a bunch of slippery onions doused in sauce, a steamed omelette that looked like it was going to break into two and a pork cutlet that you slaved over - all of that, into a small bowl of rice.

“Trust me, it’s pretty easy,” Inko said, trying to calm you down, “It just looks intimidating.”

“Intimidating is one way to explain it,” you said, staring at your hard work.

“Just do it, don’t worry - you have multiple backup pork cutlets if you mess up.”

“I know, but-”

“Just do it.”

You immediately placed the toppings into the bowl of rice without any spillage.

...or so you thought.

The whole thing spilt over the sides of the pan, missing the bowl of rice entirely.

“Try again, dear,” she said smiling, “No harm in trying again.”

⁜

After 5 tries, you managed to make two perfect bowls of fresh katsudon. The smell of the fried pork cutlets wafted through the air, making you smile at your hard work.

“It looks really good, dear,” she said, smiling, “He’ll love it.”

You smile at her cheerful gaze towards you.

“You sure you don’t want to come over? It’s just a fifteen-minute drive.”

“I appreciate you asking me,” she said, sighing, “But I think you two should spend the day together. I’m pretty sure you both haven’t spent much time together since your honeymoon.”

“You sure?” you ask once again.

“I’m very, very sure,” she says, chuckling, “Now go get ready.”

You placed your phone flat on the countertop and started to set the table. As soon as you finished, Izuku came into the house, a tired expression painted on his face.

“You okay?” You say as you walk towards him.

“How rude of them to make me work on my own birthday?” he chuckled softly.

He looked to the dining table and his eyes lit up.

“Did you made Katsudon?” he asked, the tired expression he once had leaving his face.

“Yeah, I did,” you say as you help him take off his jacket.

“However,” you place his hands on his chest, “You need to go bathe.”

“What’s with everyone bullying me today?” he huffed.

“Bullying or taking care of you?”

“Well, when you put it that way…” he trailed off.

“Just go bathe,” you say, chuckling as you push him towards your room.

“Oh no,” he said as you pushed him, “My feet can’t move.”

This grown kid.

“So I’m supposed to carry you bridal style now?” you joke.

“ I did it to you, didn’t I?” he whispers in your ear.

You felt blood rush to your cheeks the minute the sentence left his lips.

This man…

“Wow, my feet work now! I’ll go bathe,” he said as he kissed your cheek.

This man is too cute for his own good.

⁜

“This…” he said, mouth stuffed with food, “This is really good!”

You smile, looking at the green-haired male scarfing down the food you made. You loved the little sparkle he had in his eyes whenever he truly enjoyed something - and to your luck, it was the food you prepared for him.

“You seriously made this by yourself?” He asked with his eyebrow raised.

“You don’t see your mom here, do you?”

“You sure you didn’t order in?” He teased again.

You kicked his leg under the table, causing him to wince in pain.

“Oh, how you wound me,” he said, faking tears.

“Serves you right for making fun of me,” you huff.

He got off of his chair and headed to the sink to wash his bowl.

“Well, to be fair,” you add, “I did video call your mom so she could teach me.”

“So I was right, then,” he said as he places his bowl in the sink and turning to face you.

“She didn’t make it, though!”

“You said you made it all by yourself, but you got my mother’s help. Hence, you lied to me,” he put his arms on the countertop.

“I didn’t lie to you,” you say, laughing, “I really made it by myself.”

Izuku was already standing in front of you, cupping your face in his hands.

“You kicked me,” he stared at you, “You kicked a tired hero.”

“Heroes don’t tease others as much as you do,” you retort.

“What is my purpose in your life but to tease you?”

“A lot of things actually,” you say, smiling at him.

“Oh? Like what?”

“First of all,” you put your hand on his chest, “Where did this flirty Izuku come from?”

“Maybe,” he put his thumb on your lower lip, “He came because I am using my birthday privileges to be a little more flirty than usual.”

You stare at his green orbs. They glimmered even under his own shadow. Its golden flecks shined just for you and you alone. The creases of his eyes curved upwards, showing you how happy he was just to be in your presence. The wild forest he calls his hair had rogue strands that tickled your cheeks. You loved how soft they were - especially after him just washing it roughly an hour ago.

Your hand on his chest began to outline the scars he cultivated through his years under All Might’s wing and his hero training back in UA. You smiled as you remembered how strong-willed he was as a boy to become a hero, and now he was - standing on the very top.

“You okay?” he asked, worried.

“I was just thinking of how much you’ve grown from back then,” you look up to his face, meeting his eyes that were staring straight at you.

“For someone who took so many notes back then, you’re really dumb,” you both chuckle.

“How are you still bullying me?” he sighed.

“Endure it, Deku,” you joke, imitating Bakugou.

You close your eyes as you pressed your forehead against his, enjoying the small moment you’re sharing with the male in front of you.

“Happy birthday, Izuku.”

“Thank you, love.”

You both shared a kiss, both bellies and hearts full.

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