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Hiii 👋 I was wondering if you could write a Chan imagine where yn is the ninth member and her and Chan are secretly dating. Yn gets really sick and has to stay in bed and when Chan is filming a Channies room he hears he call for him weakly. Sorry if that doesn’t make any sense 😭

Hi! I'm sorry this took so long to write but actually it was much harder to write a 9th member imagine than I thought it would be. I do hope you like it though darling. Dacey xx

I didn't know you were filming (a 9th member imagine)

Pairing: Chan x reader Word Count: Genre: 9th Member, Fluff, Comedy (stupidity) Warnings: swearing

Being the only female member of Stray Kids wasn't difficult. Keeping your relationship with Chan secret from Stay however was much harder.

You had caught a cold on the way home from the last Japanese promotions at first you thought it was going to be a minor inconvenience but after a few days it turned out to be a full blown flu. Management had made an announcement that you would be missing the next week or so of promotions as you recovered but you were miserable and felt wretched so each of your members had been taking care of you much to Stay's delight and posting photos of you bundled up in blankets and pouting on Bubble. It was Saturday and all morning Hyunjin and Han had been fussing over you much to your annoyance.

"Chan! I'll be fine" you mumbled pouting as Minho and Felix sat on the other couch smirking.

"You say that but this flu has really knocked you around" he smoothed down your bed hair slightly while Han and Changbin flat out laughed at you.

"I know but I'll just sleep and drink water and stuff. I am fine I am not going to die from it" you continued whinging until you sneezed loudly and proved his point.

"Minho and Felix will stay with you" Chan raised his eyebrows waiting for you to argue "please take you medicine when they tell you to and also eat when they tell you to". You pouted again as Chan chuckled and patted your head.

"See you later then" you sulked groaning and you got up and shuffled to your room.

"See you tonight" Chan chuckled as he left with the others.

Being member of the same group you tried to keep as much of your relationship out of the other members faces so cute nicknames, cuddle sessions and kisses were off the table unless you were alone. It meant you were both much less likely to accidently do something that could cause a scandal, plus everyone loved to tease and joke about each ship that Stay came up with regarding you.

"Oi noona you have to take your medicine" Felix called after you following you with a glass of water.

"Yes Felix" you grumbled pouting as you took the glass from him and took your tablets.

"I'm going to order you some soup and stuff why don't you just rest?" Minho added as you flopped back onto your bed, if you hadn't be so sick you would have curled up in Chan's bed his scent always made you feel better but the best you could manage was the hoodie he had given you earlier in the morning. You drifted off into a miserable sleep hoping that when you woke up you would feel better.

"Wakey wakey" Minho whispered softly shaking your blanket cocoon as you blinked slowly groggy from the sickness and the medicine. "You need to eat something it will make you recover faster".

"Alright" you snuffled slowly sitting up before Minho helped you to stand.

"After you eat something you need some more medicine" Felix smiled as you sank into the couch cushions, taking a bowl of soup from Minho's hands you sat and ate slowly the warm liquid helping to soothe your sore throat, the boys put on a movie and sat with you for a few hours making sure you kept hydrated and trying to lift your mood. But with the medicine making you drowsy again you couldn't help that you ended up falling asleep in Felix's lap as he played with your hair.

"Aw she looks so cute when she's sleeping" Han cooed making you blink and look around.

"Didn't I just say not to wake her?" Chan sighed looking between Han and you as you rubbed your eyes "How are you feeling?".

"Like I have been run over by a bus" you yawned sitting up from Felix's lap "Is there anymore soup?"

"Already heating in up for you" Minho called from the kitchen making you smile they had been taking care of you so well and you knew you were lucky, had you been left with Han and Hyunjin the dorm might have caught fire.

"Thank you" you croaked while Felix propped you up on some pillows and Chan got you a glass of water. They all continued to fuss over you while you ate making sure you were warm enough and comfortable.

"Changbin and I are going to the gym later you in Chan?" Han asked while he played around on his phone.

"Nah, I going to do to a live later so I'll make sure shes got her medicine and stuff too" Chan shrugged casually sitting on your left with his arm around your shoulders.

"Oooh looking at doing a bit of team building?" Han teased taking your empty bowl again.

"Fuck off she's sick one of us has to take care of her and since Minho and Felix were here all day it's time for someone else to have a turn tonight" Chan groaned at how stupid Han was being while Minho and Felix made kissing noises that made you laugh, and then cough a lot.

"Stop trying to kill me" you whined burrowing yourself into Chan's chest so that they couldn't see your face any longer.

"Alright I think you need another nap now" Chan sighed as your breathing returned to normal, you simply nodded knowing that arguing was pointless as Chan helped you to stand and you shuffled off without complaint to your room to get some more rest.

When you woke up again it was late, checking your phone you realized there was a glass of water and medicines sitting next on your bedside table with a note Chan had left you saying to take them as soon as you woke up and call for him if you needed anything. Smiling you took your medicine and sat up in your bed a little thinking that you should probably get up and get something warm to drink to help you fall back asleep. Picking up your phone you messaged Chan saying you had woken up and taken your medicine, he answered that he hoped you were feeling better and that if you needed anything he would get it for you. You felt your eyelids growing heavy again but after ten minutes you still couldn't fall asleep you could hear Chan talking but not who he was talking to, so you decided to call to him.

"Channie? Are you there baby?" you called your voice croaky, you head him pause but then he started talking again.

"Channie, I need cuddles to sleep" you called again whinging as you again heard him pause and your phone lit up with a message from Chan that only said the words on live. Frowning you sat for a few moments before you heard Changbin's voice from somewhere in the hallway.

"Chaaaannnnnie" he called in his most annoying high pitched voice before ducking into your room.

"Changbin what are you doing?" you chuckled as he sat on the end of your bed trying to hold in his laugh.

"He's doing an episode of Chan's Room all of Stay just heard you call him baby and ask for cuddles" he explained as he shook with laughter as your face paled further.

"Shit" you groaned flopping down on your mattress.

"Channie I love you" Han shouted from the opposite end of the hall.

"Channie marry me?" Changbin yelled louder this time as you opened the live up on your phone to see what was happening. Chan was sitting on his bed head in his hands, flushed pink and trying not to laugh as the comments of how chaotic you all were, whether this confirmed you were together or if this was a prank you were all playing on him.

You continued pouting even after Changbin left your room to go back to the lounge room where he and Han had been eating after their workout. You continued watching the live as Chan explained how you had all decided to tease him once again and that he was going to have to move to the other dorm for some peace and quiet eventually he signed off with his signature hug and finished the live, then you heard him shuffling around and you knew he was going to come and scold you. As he opened the door you gave him your best puppy eyes.

"I'm sorry baby, I didn't know you were doing a live" you kept the misery act up until he sighed deeply walking across your room and sliding in behind you.

"I better cuddle you to sleep then, since Stay thinks we are so cute together" he teased softly holding you tightly against his chest.

a/n: Thank you for reading you beautiful human! Any likes, reblogs and comments are loved and adored xx

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manicpixiefelix · 3 months

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at the other end of the leash

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@vannyangelxoxo asked: can you write Felix beating someone’s ass for reader? Summary: You convince Felix to go with you to the Edinburgh Fringe Festival in one of the last weeks of Summer before you begin your first year at Oxford University. While out on the town during the Festival, Felix finds himself enchanted with one of the performers, an avant-guarde acrobat named Magnus. The perfect night quickly goes south, however, as Felix discovers someone trying to take advantage of you, and he immediately steps in. Of course.

Need to Know: They/Them. Explicitly NB Reader. FWB!Reader/Felix. Reader is from a well off family but has pretty much been adopted by the Cattons. Set at the end of Summer before Felix and Reader start their first year of university at Oxford. Established Bi Felix.

Warnings: heavy themes; reader is slipped a roofie at a club and a stranger attempts to take them home, and it's heavily implied that he plans to assault them. felix gets there in time, which leads to the second warning of VIOLENCE. felix beats that motherfucker to a bloody mess. it doesn't get super gorey/explicit but there is a lot of blood. also there is discussions of nudity, non explicit sex, and recreational drug use in the club.

A/N: 6053 words. well, would you look at that. another request that got outrageously out of hand. this is also a personal homage to Edinbugh Fringe Festival, my beloved, my home for 6 weeks of the year. id also like to state that it's a wonderful place to be; the roofie plot is 100% fictionalised. the rest of it is a pastiche of real things that i have actually experienced. i cannot stress enough the raw animal attraction of a man named magnus who can and will flirt with anyone and everyone while getting drinks after his shows, who performs several times a week with his dick out, wearing eyeliner, heavily tattooed, who smokes and has pretty eyes. that's all i have to say about that.

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"Come on Fi, it's the last weeks of Summer before we start uni," you'd been rather desperately imploring, as if Felix had ever known how to refuse you when you actually wanted something, "you know Monty Python started there before they were even Monty Python," you told him knowingly, which was certainly interesting, though not particularly relevant. Finally you sighed, splaying yourself out over the sofa you'd been sitting, looking up at him from as he entered the room. Now you were spread out foolishly, childishly, looking up at him with imploring eyes, "Fi we've spent a month lazing around the house and I know your parents have no other events planned before we go back, except for the party on the second last night; we'll be back before then, I promise! I want to spend time watching strange show, meeting people I'd never imagine, and drinking cocktails named after famous poets from rustic bars!"

It had been your suggestion to go to the Edinburgh Fringe Festival for a few days, and despite the exhaustingly long train ride and the hotel prices that would probably cripple anyone less well off than you - Felix had agreed. Of course he'd agreed; you sounded so hopeful.

Which is how you'd found yourself in an underground club on a Friday night, dancefloor packed with more bodies than sense, and a twenty minute line for drinks. Tonight he'd been feeling especially bold, forgoing a jacket altogether, spending time in the mirror with you before heading out to see the show you'd chosen for the evening - a compelling one-man show about being gay in Australia, in a less compelling, cramped venue. So now here he was, in one of his more fetching dark, silk, button-down t-shirts, eyeliner on his waterline, mascara even though he claimed to not need it, a touch of glitter by his temples, and his favourite brown lipstick that he'd agonised over.

Not long after you'd come out, you'd tried wearing eyeliner with the male, private school uniform - I can- I should be allowed to do whatever I want, right? - and the minute after Felix had gotten out of suspension for smacking a kid who called you a slur, he went out and bought his own eyeliner. His collection had only grown from there. It really was a shame that people seemed to think it was reserved for femininity. Well, as it turned out, people who weren't part of things like Fringe Festivals.

Felix fit right in tonight.

It's a little thrilling; these people, in neon underwear and wigs and makeup that would forever outshine his own efforts, they look at him differently. Drugs passed around him - oh darling, would you like some? But once he'd ask what they were and the kind soul goes to check, they're pulled away by some other shiny thing to focus on. Always too close, tits out with nipple pasties being sweated off, he's sure he saw someone's dick out on the dance floor, the most beautiful, feminine, sculpted faces on the hairiest male bodies sporting only a gold speedo. Confusing and foreign and everyone smiling at him.

Felix wasn't quite sure where you'd gotten too, especially not since he'd found himself caught in the blue-eyed gaze of a stocky punk with a face tattoo and carefully loose hair pulled back into a low bun. Nose piercings and ears with stretched holes that Felix could see all the way through, black silicone bordering the void almost like it was intended to match the black makeup around his eyes, though it looks worn, half sweated through. Still, Felix can't help but be enchanted by the way it made his blue eyes peak so brightly through. Felix didn't think he had much of a type when it came to guys, but he'd always found something very charming about dark hair and blue, mischievous eyes.

"Magnus," he'd introduced himself as with much confidence and yelling over the music, and when Felix introduced himself, asked if he was here for the festival, Magnus smiles wider. Felix thinks very distinctly of biting. "Actually here blowing off steam after a show," a performer then, "part of an avant guarde acrobatics troupe," a very flexible performer.

"How... long have you been doing that?"

"About three years now," Magnus squints into the distance as he tried to recall, "since I was nineteen."

"Oh," Felix brightens up, adding without thinking, "I'm nineteen." And immediately hangs his head with embarrassment. Thankfully, instead of calling him a kid - despite only being twenty-two; everyone in their twenties seemed to like calling him a baby, even if they'd turned twenty yesterday - and laughs.

"Oh thank god," he claps Felix on the shoulder, "because I was definitely going to ask."

"It's a pub," Felix points out, as if no-one underage has ever snuck into a pub ever. Magnus gives him a sidelong smile.

"With no security in sight, mate," he snorted. Felix had noticed that drugs were being passed around like candy, but he hadn't really considered it beyond that. Magnus, however, points to a couple that have been grinding on each other on a bar stool several feet away, "he's been fucking her like that for the past fifteen minutes." Felix's brows shot up.

"Really?!" He gasped; Magnus grinned like the Cheshire cat, mentioning in a far too offhand way that they were also friends of his, "should we move?"

"It's the furthest you're going to be from some kind of sex act unless you want to go outside," he gave a loud, pleased sigh at the environment, seeming entirely at home. Felix is struck with the immediate and vivid image of Magnus in his beautiful leather jacket pressing him up against this very wall, hand slipping beneath the waistband of Felix's pants; the freedom of everyone seeing and nobody caring and -

"What's avant guarde about it-" Felix clears his throat awkwardly, "the acrobatics, I mean, if I may ask?" Felix tries to remain polite while he knows he's blushing all over. All he hopes is that this man beside him that he's just met can't tell how loudly he's thinking holy shit have I met someone who could throw me around the room with ease? Is that something I want? He's never really thought about it before -

"You ever seen three people stand on each other's shoulders all at once in the full monty?" As if that's a real question Felix is supposed to have a real answer to, but Magnus stood just a little taller, just a little prouder, "I'm the lad at the bottom, holding us all secure, cock out for the world to see." What a fucking mental image.

Magnus also informs Felix that the tattoo on his face, the delicate dagger, has its match somewhere else on his body. It's with a staggering amount of confidence that immediately flusters Felix that Magnus tells him he can either buy a ticket to the show, or buy him a drink if he'd like to see it. He's pretty sure he's never been so directly and effectively hit on before in his entire life. Yes, counting the trips you, he, Farleigh, and Venetia took to France that Summer in high school.

Standing in line, thinking about beautiful, punk, acrobat Magnus and what Felix can only assume is his tattooed cock, it takes him a long while to realise that he's nearing the bar and has been staring at some guy's drinks for a full minute. Something colourful and fizzing, something with vodka he's pretty sure. It takes another moment to register something falling into one of the drinks from between the man's fingers as he goes to take them away -

"Hey!" It could have been an accident, it could have been nothing, but Felix wouldn't be able to forgive himself if it wasn't, "dude, hey!" He tries to snatch at the guy's denim jacket, but he slips into the crowd. Trying to jam himself up to the bar, despite everyone else's annoyance, he tries to tell the bartender, but the man's already disappeared too far.

Vaguely distressed, but mostly dejected, he steps back to his place, and waiting another few long moments for his turn at the bar. Even as his gaze roams the crowd for the potential bastard, he can't seem to see him. But he looses track of his thoughts on the matter when he gets back to Magnus, leaning against the wall with half a cigarette tucked behind his ear, and those gorgeous blue eyes drinking in Felix as he approaches.

"Was almost worried I'd lost you there," he slings an arm around Felix's waist, drawing him in close, accepting the drink with a grin, and all Felix can think about is how warm he is, how he smells sweet and like rich herbs and smoke. He asks what Felix does, and Felix tries his very best not to sound as young as he suddenly feels -

"Remains to be seen," he leans into speak into Magnus's ear, musting the confidence he knows he usually has in spades, wrapping his own arm around Magnus's shoulders, "about to start at Oxford in a few days -"

"Oxford!" Felix isn't sure if Magnus is teasing him or not. He's also not sure that he minds, he kind of wants the man to keep looking at him- keep smiling at him like that.

He's so enraptured by the company he's found for himself that it almost startles him when you come stumbling out of the crowd, off of the dance floor, beaming and sweating, holding a half-finished drink.

"Fi, there you are- oh my, hi, hello!" You're already giving Magnus a million watt smile, clearly quite drunk. Felix catches you with his free hand, having finished his own drink not too long ago.

"Hello, sweetheart," Magnus greets you warmly, but with an unmistakable hint of reservation, gaze momentarily flicking between yourself and Felix, trying to reassess the situation in the blink of an eye. You don't seem to notice that, however, simply standing a little taller, subtly preening at the pet name.

"Y/N is my best mate," Felix leans in close to Magnus to explain, voice fond in his ear, "the reason I'm here at all." And there's that smile again, all warm and amused and Magnus' eyes shining in a way that makes Felix want to let him do terrible, unspeakable things to him.

"Lucky for us both then, that you have such a darling friend."

Performers are a different fucking breed of people, Felix can't help but think to himself, even as Magnus turns - arm never leaving it's place around Felix - to properly introduce himself to you. He thinks it again watching Magnus charm you just as easily, even if he wasn't trying to outright hit on you the way he had been with Felix.

"I was just- I was just-" you stumble over your words, taking another sip of your drink - something colourful and fizzing, vodka something, you'd said with an offhand frown, a lovely guy I've been dancing with bought it for me - while you take Magnus' offered free hand to steady yourself, "I was thinking of heading back to the hotel pretty shortly, I'm a bit -" you make a vague hand gesture. Before you can even finish the sentiment, however, the next song begins and you light up. Finishing your drink, you grab Felix's free hand with your own, tugging them both towards the dance floor, begging them for one dance.

"How could I say no to a face like that?" Magnus teases, letting himself be dragged onto the dancefloor, Felix adding with a fond smile.

"Trust me, I wouldn't know."

Glad for the company, you gleefully let loose amongst the crush of bodies, and there's something both endearing, and endlessly attractive, about how happy Magnus seems to match your energy. The three of you jumping around to The Sex Pistols, Magnus shouting along with all of the lyrics and seemingly impressed that you and Felix at the very least seem to know some of them.

After the song, however, you seem to slip back into the crowd on the dancefloor, as if once more transfixed by the lights and movement and heat of the night. Magnus, however, leans in and asks if Felix smokes.

Outside it's far easier to breathe. It's cooler too. Still, Magnus pulls off his leather jacket, ties it around his hips, leaving him in a tight, white t-shirt. Felix has known in a roundabout way that he wasn't straight for quite some time, but damn did reminders like this not feel like being hit by a truck. Covered in tattoos and with the kind of arms and shoulders the Greeks could model statues of gods from, Felix knows he's staring but quite literally does not know how to stop.

Except then Magnus is pulling out an actual, metal cigarette deck, offering it to Felix for him to take one, and Felix is pretty sure this is the coolest person he's ever met in his life.

"I love these," Magnus takes Felix's hand in his free one, clicking the cigarette deck closed and sliding it smoothly back into his pocket, "these are cute," he's looking at the silly, little collection of stars tattooed on his hand. They look like nothing compared to the ink all over Magnus, but he seems genuine in his interest.

"Surprise gift for my sister," Felix hears himself say, cigarette between his lips as he fumbles in his pockets for a lighter.

"For your sister?"

"Well it was a surprise to me too," Felix chuckles at the memory, "Y/N and I organised for me and Venetia to get matching tattoos of her choice for her birthday."

"You... didn't know?" Magnus snorts, dropping Felix's hand to take the half-cigarette out from behind his ear, holding it out for Felix to light.

"Well I'm not opposed, I've got a couple of tattoos - nothing like yours," he grins, and Magnus's gaze meets his, flashing with that same amusement and attraction as in the club that had so captivated Felix in the first place, "but I'm kind of surprised that that's what Y/N gifted her?"

"Did your sister not like it?"

"No, that's the thing, I've actually never seen Ven react like that to a gift before," Felix muses; smiling at the memory, "of course she was a menace about it at first; I was worried she'd been given too much power," he snorted, tipping his head to look at Magnus, only to see those blue eyes gazing back, as if hanging on Felix's every word, "do you know how close I came to having a tramp stamp?"

"As if you wouldn't look fantastic with a tramp stamp," Magnus snorted.

However before the story can even be finished, the door to the club opens and both turn at the sound of your voice.

"No, I need some water first -" you sound very wrong. The person beside you, a man who looks vaguely familiar, though Felix is sure it's not his face, is setting almost too brisk of a pace.

"Come on, there's water back at my place, remember?"

"I need to go back to the hotel," you tried to insist, "and water- 'm gonna throw up in the taxi."

"You'll be fine, I promise, I've got you." The man's hailing at taxi, while you're swaying on your feet, looking even more out of it than you had when they'd last seen you.

Felix is moving on instinct, without hesitation, without even thinking.

"The fuck are you doing?" His voice raises, and the man turns right as a taxi is pulling up, looking at Felix with blatant irritation, not appearing to be intimidated in the slightest.

"Back off man, my friend isn't feeling well-" the bastard lies through his teeth, even as you of course recognise Felix, and take his arm, mumbling that you felt sick, "see?" He actually tries to pry you away from Felix, "I'm taking care of them, no need to worry -" but Felix puts his hand on yours, secure. Just as well, since you start to list and lean and lose your balance.

"Fi," you mutter weakly, pitifully, "help."

And that's when Felix realises what he recognises about the man; the jacket that slipped through his fingers at the bar. The man he'd seen dose your drink, as it turned out.

Felix has never seen red in his life the way he has in this moment.

Fury simmers white-hot just beneath his skin, though he keeps himself calm and collected as he gently walks you over to the wall of the club, easing you into a sitting position. All the while the bastard that was with you is berating him, saying you just needed to get somewhere to lie down. Magnus, however, seems to understand what's happening, and sits himself down beside you at the wall, quietly asking one of the many onlooker to go inside and grab some water for you.

"Fine, sit 'em on the filthy fucking pavement in the middle of the city instead of letting them lie down in a bed to sleep it off; you feel good? You feel like a hero for not letting me take my friend home -?"

There is an audible crack when Felix's fist makes impact with the bastard's nose. He knows once his adrenaline wears off it's going to hurt like a motherfucker, but it's worth it. More blood splatters across them both than Felix was anticipating from his wonky uppercut, but he doesn't care. The man half recovers, unsteady, but he gets a hit on Felix's cheeks with a fist full of rings, but he seems almost disorientated. Felix goes for the throat this time, satisfaction being the sound of the man choking on his gurgle of pain.

Felix isn't quite sure what it was that sent the bastard crashing to the ground, but he does know that he's tearing through that man's coat pockets like a feral beast before he finds the bottle of pills like the one he saw fall into your drink.

It's like the entire world stops for this one second.

His knuckles ache, covered in blood that isn't his own, clutching the same roofies that were now coursing through your blood, making you weak and vulnerable and prey to bastards like this. His head spins, fury spitting in his veins, blood singing to tear this man apart. There were on lookers, a gasping crowd, but for some reason no bouncer in sight, no-one stopping this.

And you, sitting against the wall of the pub, tucked up against Magnus who had a protective arm around you and was looking at the man beneath you with something cold in his eyes. His other hand was balancing a glass of water on his leg next to you, for you, but you didn't move, just looked at your hands, helpless. Magnus's cold gaze slides to meet Felix's, and there's something approving in his eyes. He gives the faintest nod.

Felix kind of blacks out after that.

The next thing he remembers is being shoved into a taxi rather frantically, hearing Magnus shout - well get him on his side so he doesn't choke on his blood before the ambulance arrives. You're already in, leaning against the window seat, gazing vacantly out of it. Felix gently touches your shoulder once the door shuts behind him- fuck that seems like a lot of blood? When did that happen? You make a vague hum of acknowledgement, so Felix shuffles over to the middle seat and coaxes you to rest against him.

"Fi?"

"Of course," he cradles you against him.

"Fi," your voice is weak, he can hear you beginning to sniffle. Your words come out awkwardly, slurred terribly, "feels wrong, c'nt.. m've."

"I know, I'm sorry," Felix feels the tears in his own eyes, "you'll be okay, I'm here, you'll be okay." He can't believe he let this happen. The front door opens, and Magnus's voice greets the driver.

"Sorry about the state of them in the back -"

"'s Friday, laddie," the terribly aged, terribly Scottish taxi driver says blithely, "where shall I be takin' yas?"

Magnus looks over the back to you both, expression concerned, but genuine, and asks for the address of your hotel. Felix takes a moment to compose himself, but finally gives it, and the drive commences in silence.

It seems only natural for Magnus to also get out once you've all arrived, easily sliding into step with Felix as they both wrapped one of your arms around their shoulders and helped get you back through the hotel and up to your room.

"Thank you, Magnus," Felix says softly as he fishes the key from his pocket, "I'm so sorry about how the night turned out." Magnus actually laughed at that, and Felix opened the door.

"Felix, if the context weren't so dramatically, disgustingly awful, this would be the most fun night I've had all Fringe." And you all shuffle inside, Felix guiding you all towards the bedroom to lay you down, "nice room by the way," Magnus looks around as he passes through, "who's cock did you have to suck to afford it in the middle of the Fringe?"

"I..." Felix hesitates, "don't know if that's a first meeting kind of question."

"Well played, Oxford boy," Magnus says, but there's no malice behind the nickname, "I have my theories, though." Part of Felix is glad Magnus is there, to help lighten the load, lighten the mood, even a little.

They lay you gently on the bed, and Felix is just glad that you seemed to finally have fully passed out. He can't begin to imagine the horrors that were going on inside your head. Then it's just the two of them. And the built in wardrobe across the room with it's floor to ceiling mirror.

And all that blood on Felix.

"I look the fucking American Psycho," it's fucking horrific! What did he do? Magnus, sitting on the end of the bed with one knee crossed over the other gives an amused smile.

"You actually kind of do."

"It's not good!" Felix approaches the mirror like he's in a damn horror movie, scrubbing at his cheeks with little success, but with a surprising amount of sharp pain, "the fuck did I do? Is this all his?" Magnus, in the mirror, is looking at him curiously, "Magnus, seriously, the fuck did I do?"

"You were fucking beautiful, Felix," Magnus says, sounding almost awed. Felix stopped; there was nothing flirty, nothing about it that wasn't genuine. Wait holy shit, Felix realises, are these fucking butterflies in his chest? Now of all times?

Then, in the next moment, Magnus blinks, clearing his throat loudly, like he hadn't meant to say that. For the first time all night he looks genuinely flustered, dropping his gaze.

"You hospitalised a fucking rapist, is what you did," he said matter-of-factly with a nod - he'd nodded before, it's the last thing Felix really remembers - "proved your point to everyone there finding those fucking pills; that was a good move. I mean, I had to explain what the fuck was happening to our little audience while I was dragging you off him - didn't think you wanted to kill him."

"Thanks," Felix says weakly. Then, softly, looking down at his shaking hands, "should I go to the police?"

"For doing a public service?" Magnus snorts, shaking his head, "no, there's at least a dozen girls who will attest to him acting threatening, and to Y/N's behaviour - who was thankfully taken away by an actual kind friend - and that he admitted in a fit of rage to spiking the drinks. He'll be the one in jail if anything." It's so... easy. So nonchalant.

When Felix asks, confusion, disbelief, innocence in his voice, Magnus just smiles like the easiest thing in the world, and says he's an actor, it's his job.

"You don't have to be doing all of this," Felix covers the room in a few short steps, knowing he'll never have the words to thank this stranger for all he's done tonight.

"Are you kidding me? I'm going to be telling this story for the rest of my life," Magnus grins brightly, and his eyes shine just like that had hours ago, before everything went to hell. He leans in conspiratorially, "you broke his fucking ribs."

"I think I broke more than his ribs," Felix says with a tentatively proud smile. Magnus nodded in absolute agreement. Then, after a moment.

"Have a shower, Felix," he said, "I'm going to go downstairs to the petrol station, see what they have there, and be back in a bit; is it okay with you if I crash on the sofa -?"

"You don't have to do all this, seriously, it's late, please go home," Felix implores, taking Magnus's face in his hands. Magnus, however, looks at him like he's a fool.

"I'm going to make sure you're both okay," he pets Felix's hand on his cheek, smiling so sincerely, "and besides, if I'm down getting stuff, that way you can have a shower and know I'm not using that time to be a creep towards Y/N while you're busy."

After a moment of deliberation, Felix pulls Magnus in to press several kisses to his forehead, calling him an absolute Godsend, while Magnus laughs to hide how flustered it makes him.

The shower is where the adrenaline really starts to wear off and the ache of the fight sets into his muscles and bones. The mirror mists over and the droplets still cling where he wipes his hand over. His knuckles are bruised, as is his face, scratches and split lip and gashes where the rings had punctures his cheek. The makeup and eyeliner that he didn't think to properly remove before his shower probably makes it look a little worse than it is.

There's scratches on his throat, his collar, shallower on his chest where the bastard had tried to get him through his shirt while he was trapped beneath Felix on the ground. Scratches up his arms as the man fought a losing battle.

He takes one of the makeup wipes from the pack and cleans up his face as best he can as the first step. It helps, but not by a lot. Back in the bedroom, once he's dry, he searches his suitcase for pyjamas, getting himself dressed.

In there, there is a long few moments where he watches you sleep, watches the steady rise and fall of your breathing and sees the dried tear tracks on your cheeks.

"Fi, help."

God, he's tearing up at the memory. He should have stopped that cunt at the bar when he'd had the chance, when he first saw it happen. Never in his life has he heard you sound genuinely weak until tonight; his hands shake.

Before he gets you cleaned up, however, he feels like he needs to check... Magnus really didn't have to come back. Yeah, sure, he said he would, but if he got tired, if he needed to call it a night, Felix would not blame him in the slightest. He really was surprisingly lovely, and part of Felix would probably regret not getting his number, but it was understandable -

Magnus is sitting cross-legged in the hall, across from his door, eating a slice of white bread from a grocery bag by his side. In his other hand, he's texting.

"Give us a second, just letting the troupe know I'm fine."

Felix blinks at him. Felix waits. Magnus's thumb works the digits of the Nokia he's focusing on, before he must hit send, satisfied. Then, tucking the phone back into one of the inner pockets of his jacket, he looks up, eyes still that same, bright blue. He looks genuinely pleased to see Felix. Felix, for his part, is genuinely pleased to see him too. Surprised as well, if he was being honest, but pleased.

"You look much better," Magnus comments, and pushes himself to his feet. Bag looped in his arm, Felix sees it's a few basic supplies, bread, maybe some spread, something he can't identify, and something bright red. He offers to pay; Magnus tries to shrug it off, but Felix finally gives a self deprecating smile, gesturing around to the rather luxury hotel room they were in. Magnus gives himself a moment to take it all in again, and finally sighs, smiles, gives in.

He does, however, insist on making them both food.

Grilled cheese; all he could find on short notice since it was getting to the early hours of the morning. Felix watches for a few long moments, the way Magnus moves around the kitchenette with practiced ease, like a man used to these spaces, to life on the road. Felix finds he enjoys just watching Magnus; perhaps this is how people have often felt about him. Magnus doesn't watch him, he feels rather free.

"Do you want to take off your makeup," Felix pipes up just as Magnus reaches for the stove. Magnus freezes, "if you're staying, and being so kind as to make me food, the least I can offer is for you to make yourself comfortable."

"Should have suspected you'd be a good host," Magnus grins over his shoulder, and gently puts the pan down, leaving the stove off for the time being. So Felix directs him to the bathroom and tells him to take all the time he needs, and himself heads to the bedroom. Fishing his wallet from the jeans he'd discarded for the night, he pulls out two fifty pound notes. It's far more than the contents of the grocery bag, but Felix definitely doesn't care. It's so little for how kind he's been.

Opening the bedroom door, however, and he almost runs into Magnus, startling the both of them. Even with the remnants of his makeup still clinging around his eyes, the faintest traces of stubborn eyeliner and mascara, he looks fresh-faced and beautiful. Startled, both by the abruptness, and the fact that he might be even more taken with this man without his makeup on, all Felix can do is hold out the money. Magnus seems to thaw first, chuckles, shakes his head, and calls Felix incredibly generous. Unsurprisingly, Felix insists that it's not generous, it's simply fair compensation for his kindness.

After a moment, Magnus peers around Felix, asking how you were. Felix finally relaxes, assures him that for now you're fine. Magnus's expression is understanding, but still very knowing, as his gaze flicks between Felix and you.

"You take care of them, I'll take care of food," he insists gently. Before Felix can even ask how Magnus knew what that he still wanted to make sure you were comfortable, Magnus pats his chest fondly, "you beat a man half to death for them, I assume you want them to sleep in comfort."

Yeah. Fair. Good assessment of the night, and of Felix.

So Felix smiles, thanks him, and trusts him in the kitchen.

Felix treats you with such reverence in these moments, wiping off your makeup with such care, changing you into your pyjamas while he made sure there were no bruises, no scratches, no sign of this bastard anywhere on you. But no, thankfully not. He could have killed that bastard. Sounds like he almost did.

You frown in your sleep. Felix's heart hurts. But there's nothing more to be done for now.

Magnus is humming softly in the kitchen, a gentle sound amid the comforting sizzle of butter in a pan. Felix watches from the doorway for a long moment, the gentle, neutral expression, the focus on the food, the way he's retied his hair to catch all the hair that had so casually been hanging around his face back at the bar. There's something else different about him, however, and it's not the lack of leather jacket or makeup, it's something Felix can't put his finger on for a good few moments.

"Did you get shorter?"

Magnus stops humming. His gaze slides to Felix out of the corner of his eyes, expression unreadable. Then his gaze drops to the ground, and Felix follows; Magnus is wearing Christmas socks on the cold tiles. After a beat, Felix puts two and two together, and Magnus gives a vaguely sheepish laugh the minute he stalks around the kitchen island to the door. There's a pair of gigantic, black boots sitting primly by the door.

The absurdity of this, on top of everything else, finally has Felix laughing, collapsing against the kitchen island, face in his hands, as Magnus cackles quietly by the stove.

"What even is this night?" Felix groans through his fingers.

"One to remember," Magnus responds sagely as he served the first of the grilled cheeses onto a waiting plate, "the good parts, at least, and the good in the bad," immediately he puts another blob of butter in the pan, "and when you look back, you won't see the rage or the fear," he puts the second set of bread and cheese in the pan before picking up the plate with the first, finished dish, "you'll simply recall the love that inspired it all."

"You're so wise," Felix sighs fingers curling down so he could rest his chin on his fists, glad for the man he'd met by chance just a few hours before, "how'd you get so wise doing backflips in your birthday suit, Magnus?" He can feel himself growing tired, finally, as a yawn hits him, "is that something I should try?" Magnus laughs once again, putting the plate of food in front of Felix. He settles across from him, mirroring with his chin on his hand over the kitchen island.

"I take chances on people who intrigue me."

Somehow this terrible night has come full circle; you're comfortable and safe, there's nothing to worry about, and Felix desperately wants to kiss this damn acrobat who's in his hotel room making him grilled cheese at three in the morning.

"Magnus?"

"Yes, Felix," he murmurs back, smiling softly.

"Is that why you're still here, being so... lovely?"

But there's something in Magnus's eyes that dims at the question, just a little. Taking a deep, hesitant breath, his smile turns a touch awkward as he pushes off of the counter to check on the stove. Felix follows him with his eyes, confused, unsure of what he could have said that was wrong.

"I suppose that could be the short answer," Magnus offers, idly. Felix is quiet, crosses his arms on the bench and sinks down to rest his head there, almost childishly, waiting, "don't know if this is a first-meeting discussion either." Magnus finally comes to, though his tone is thankfully lighter.

Silence. Slowly, Felix sits himself back up and starts on the grilled cheese in front of him, quietly thanking Magnus who once again assures him it's no trouble. They sit and eat in silence together; it's not awkward, but Felix is growing more tired with each moment that passes.

"I'm five-seven," Magnus offers without prompting, halfway through the impromptu meal. Felix snorts so hard he starts almost choking on a lump of cheese. Magnus claps him on the back, snickering to himself. Felix, while trying to blink away the way his eyes are watering, peers over to the boots by the door once more, "six inch platforms."

"Fucking hell, how do you walk around in them?" Felix says between thankfully clearing coughs, "you don't perform in them, do you?"

"Fuck no," Magnus grins, "it's not that hard -"

"They'd make me near about seven foot!" Felix crows.

"Maybe next time you can try them on."

Next time.

Even as Magnus spends the next half hour tending to Felix's wounds, advising on how to take care of his muscles, Felix can't stop grinning to himself. Then Magnus says it again, wearing a grin of his own;

"I'm not kidding, I'm going to make sure you're taking care of yourself next time I see you."

"You promise?" Felix wears a wide, goofy grin, clearly giddy at the prospect, enough so that Magnus can't help but finally pull him in for a kiss.

"Promise, Felix."

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skzhua · 1 year

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'your eyes' series

synopsis: eight men, eight stories and a glimpse at their love lives.

genre: college!AU, inspired by 'your eyes' MV, genre depends on each story.

warnings: swearing (you know me by now, i can't help it), suggestive for some of them, all are female reader.

note: they can be read individually, but they are all interrelated.

note 2: click on the hearts to read!

status: complete.

a/n: am i currently rushing with school? yes. am i already working on 5 scenarios? yes. and yet am i making myself work even more? yes... i'm so excited for this series, though! i hope you'll love it as much as i do.

STRAY KIDS MASTERLIST

♡ "Come live with me."

pairing: hwang hyunjin x reader.

genre: fluff, slice of life, neighbour!AU, suggestive.

word count: 9,321

warnings: swearing, cheesy asf.

summary: you've been living in the same apartment building for years now. everything has always been to your comfort; no noisy neighbour, no argument with the landlord, a cozy neighbourhood... when you've come to the realization you could not pay for your sweet home anymore, your friendly neighbour suggests a plan for you to stay. are you going to say no to the handsome man with many charms? of course not.

♡ "Do you trust me?"

pairing: bang chan x reader.

genre: fluff, a glimpse of angst, idiots-to-lovers.

word count: 8,659

warnings: swearing, drinking, slight angst, chan and reader are so oblivious (mostly reader).

summary: your first mistake was to major in music in college. your second mistake was to change classes and end up in bang chan's. your third was to accept his help to pass the class. your last mistake was to push him away.

♡ "This is disgustingly cute."

pairing: kim seungmin x reader.

genre: fluff, barista!AU.

word count: 7,904

warnings: swearing, your typical barista imagine.

summary: seungmin has seen you before, but he never bothered talking to you. in fact, he did not care about you. when you came in the coffee shop in distress, he decided to be a good person for once and to make you a caramel macchiato in hopes to help you calm down. surprise: you do not like caramel macchiato, but you do like the young barista.

♡ "Just one bite."

pairing: lee felix x reader.

genre: fluff, fluff, fluff (did i mention fluff?).

word count: 7,698

warnings: warnings, might cause a heart attack of cuteness.

summary: brownie boy was a myth for you. since the first day you have stepped in the campus, everybody would be praising brownie boy. you could not believe that a grown man was kind enough to be giving out free food, good food. when brownie boy heard about your suspicions, he was more than willing to prove you wrong.

♡ "I could use some company."

pairing: yang jeongin x reader.

genre: fluff, slight angst.

word count: 7,896

warnings: swearing, crying, mentions of mental breakdown, mentions of abuse, mentions of bullying.

summary: jeongin has one job: do the laundry. living with jisung who is a mess maker, he has no other choice but to be the responsible one of their dorm. waiting for the clothes to be dry, he hears cries, yours. how could you be so pretty even while crying?

♡ "I need to see it to believe it."

pairing: seo changbin x reader.

genre: fluff, slight angst.

word count: 8,589

warnings: swearing, suggestive, reader is lowkey mean in the beginning.

summary: hearing changbin telling your friend, hwayoung, that he is convinced he can organize a better date than the guy who ruined hers, you can only laugh at him. persuaded he can prove you otherwise, he bets he can make you fall for him by going out with him on a date. the competitive in you accepts.

♡ "I might be a fool too, then."

pairing: han jisung x reader.

genre: fluff, a bit of angst.

word count: 11,377

warnings: swearing, drinking, failed dates, suggestive.

summary: being your closest friend on campus, jisung has been through thick and thin with you, and so the opposite. thus, he has seen your multiple attempts at dating, your numerous failed dates and the guys who had never called you back. what can be any better than a night in with him to cheer you up?

♡ "You were the first person I thought of at the moment."

pairing: lee minho x reader.

genre: fluff, angst.

word count: 10,529

warnings: swearing, suggestive, unrequited love mentioned, minho being minho (savage and flirty).

summary: your relationship with minho has always been tricky. either he is roasting the shit out of you, or he is flirting with you shamelessly. when things start to get complicated with your childhood friend, chan, why is he the first one who come up in your mind?

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skz317cb97 · 1 month

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Drunk Confessions pt. 6

Felix x Female reader

Word count: 1.4K

Synopsis: Felix breaks the golden rule when drunk. Stay away from your phone.

A/N: 18+ ONLY! I promised you guys I'd finish this series and by god I mean to! I'm in a slightly better head space so I'm gonna try and do some writing and see where we get! Thanks for waiting so patiently and showing my old work plenty of love while I've been off. Warnings below the cut!

Warnings: 18+ ONLY MDNI! strong language/cursing, drinking/getting drunk. That's it coming back a little tame. If I did happen to miss something let me know and I'll add it asap!

When you woke up you did what you did every morning. Out of habit, the first thing you did was check your phone. This morning when you checked you had 5 missed texts, one missed call, and a voice memo, all from your best friend, Felix. You read through the texts that got progressively harder to read the drunker he’d gotten into the night. It made you laugh. You were glad he’d been out having a good time with the guys. He didn’t get to do that often with how hard they all worked. Last night they had decided to go out drinking and ended up staying out and clubbing all night.

The voice memo was clearly from when they’d already gotten home because the first thing you could hear was all the rest of the guys goofing off in the background playing video games.

“y/n... hey... uhhh... GOD will you guys shut up I’m trying to talk in here! Uh y/n! You’re asleep already. I bet you look like an angel you always look like an angel when you’re sleeping.”

Sure you thought to yourself, face down in a pillow, drooling like an angel.

“You’re so beautiful and funny and sweet oh my gosh you’re so sweet and you cook good food for me and the guys and your hair smells like coconuts and the beach and it reminds me of home and I remember the first time I laid eyes on you at work and...” Just then you heard Chan’s voice come over the speaker.

“Felix what are you doing bro?”

“I’m sending y/n a voice memo. Chan says hi, anyway, I can’t tell you that you make my heart feel funny when I think about you...”

“Uhhh Felix I don’t think you want to...” Felix gave Chan a stupid look.

“Chan it’s not polite to interrupt.” Chan laughed.

“You’re right mate, continue.” Chan walked back out and Felix tried to pull himself together a bit, unsuccessfully.

“Look y/n... I love you. I am in love with you. I’m so completely and utterly over the moon in love with you. From the moment I met you. It was love at first sight for me, I didn’t even know your name but you were glowing and laughing and I felt my heart jump for the first time and it has every time I’ve seen you since. I hope one day I can tell you, that I can kiss you, marry you. I see all that with you I just don’t want to ruin what we have. We’re so close and you’re my best friend and I couldn’t bare losing you and honestly I’m afraid of what your answer would be. I know you care for me, love me even, but I just don’t know if you’re in love with me. God I’m rambling at this point, you’d think I was a drunken fool... well I am.” Just then you could hear Chan walk in again.

“Seriously mate I don’t think you want to send that...”

“I’m not Chan I’m gonna dele-” The message cut off and you could only imagine the absolute chaos that ensued after Felix accidentally hit send. He looked away from the phone for 2 seconds and unintentionally let up off the mic button which then sent the voice memo. Straight to you. Your heart was ready to burst. He was in love with you?! That had to have been the sweetest confession you’d ever heard. You were glad Felix’s silly drunk self sent you the voice memo before he realized what he was doing. You were getting ready to dial Felix’s number but before you could his contact photo popped up showing he was calling you. You answered immediately.

“Y/n?! Hey...”

“Hiya Lixie! You're up awfully early considering...” Your smile was in your voice and Felix couldn’t help but smile too until he remembered why he was calling.

“Uh yea... y/n... I sent a voice memo last night do me a favor... just delete it. Don’t listen to it just... please just delete it.” You could hear the worry in his voice.

“Felix? I... I already heard it.” The wind was knocked from him, you could hear it over the phone as he let out a big breath.

“Y-you already listened to it?!”

“Well yeah Lixie you know the first thing I do is...” Click. Did he just? Hang up on you? You looked at the phone and saw your home screen. You sighed and called him back. No answer. You called again. No answer. You called again. Straight to voicemail. So dramatic. You called Chan and a grumbly hungover voice answered.

“Mhello?”

“Chan it’s y/n. Is Felix home?” Chan wasn’t sure.

“Hold on. LIX!!!” You could hear him shout back.

“WHAT??!” Chan breathed deeply into the phone.

“Myea he’s here.”

“Good I’m on my way, keep him there and do NOT tell him I’m coming.”

“Y/n I...”

“Chan.” He groaned out tired.

“Finnnneee!” You smiled.

“Thanks Channie! See you soon!”

“Mhmm see you soon.” You quickly washed up and got dressed before heading over to the guys’ place. You knocked on the door and were met by the same groggy Chan you’d spoken to on the phone.

“Is Felix still here? You didn’t tell him did you?” Chan rubbed his eyes and shook his head no.

“No I didn’t, he’s in the living room with Hyunjin and Changbin watching something on tv.” Chan moved out of the way letting you in and yawning as he shut the door behind you. You came around the corner into the living room and Felix saw you. You’d have thought he’d seen a ghost how big his eyes got.

“Lix-” He got up and dashed out of the living room heading to his own room, shutting and locking the door. The guys looked at you and you rolled your eyes exasperated.

“What was that all about?” Hyunjin finally asked.

“Lix sent me a voice memo last night...” Chan started laughing.

“Oh god I forgot.” You glared at Chan.

“Don’t laugh, he’s embarrassed and won’t talk to me because of it.” Chan stopped laughing and wiped his eyes.

“It’ll be okay as soon as you tell him.” You stood there with your arms crossed.

“What do you mean? Tell him what?”

“Well, you love him too, don’t you?” You stood there speechless for a second.

“What did you think it wasn’t obvious? You both are so ridiculous. If he hadn’t accidentally sent that to you who knows how long this would have gone on.” You stood there a moment and then just shook your head. You made your way towards Felix’s room to try and get him to talk to you. You tapped at the door.

“Lixie? Please talk to me.”

“No Felix here!” He called through the door. Then a thought hit you. What if he wasn’t just embarrassed? Was he avoiding you because he regretted sending it? You don’t think your heart could take it if it wasn’t true. If he didn’t really love you.

“Are you ashamed that you sent it? Did you... did you not mean it?” He could hear the pain and worry in your voice.

“If you didn’t mean it it’s... it’s okay. I’ll just... I’ll just go.” You should have thought this plan through better before dashing over. Felix quickly opened his door.

“Wait!” You stopped and turned back.

“I’m not ashamed and I did mean it.” You let out a little sigh of relief.

“Felix I came over here to tell you that I love you too.” Felix stood there stunned.

“What?”

“I love you too Lixie. I always have. How could I not fall in love with the most beautiful and kindest man I've ever met?” Tears were welling up in your eyes and Felix grabbed your hand.

“I meant every word I said on that voice memo last night. I’m madly in love with you y/n...” Before he could go on you leaned in and pressed your lips against his. One of his hands came up and cupped your cheek and he kissed you back sweetly.

“Told you.” You and Felix jumped at Chan’s voice.

“Jesus! Announce yourself when you enter a room.” You scolded Chan as Felix blushed and rubbed the back of his neck.

“I entered the hallway to go to the bathroom I didn’t realize that warranted an announcement. My apologies.” Chan said sarcastically before heading into the bathroom.

"Behold bathroom I have arrived! Fear me!" He shut the door as he continued announcing himself boisterously leaving you and Felix alone again. You both stood there awkwardly for a second before Felix cleared his throat.

“Uh, why don’t we go and have some breakfast and talk a bit.” The smile spread across your face again.

“I’d like that Lixie, I’d like that a lot.”

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Not really getting why people are so desperate to have Felix somehow be behind the murders when I think this episode alone is pointing to very different circumstances.

Very long thoughts on how I think this could possibly be playing out and also just my thoughts on Felix in general:

To begin, we all need to realize he confessed. He went to the police and the Waltens and told them that there was a crash and that Edd and Molly had disappeared. It may not have been the full truth, and he's still a gross coward, but at the end of the day, he didn't pretend like he didn't crash his car or that he wasn't responsible for the kids disappearing.

You could argue he's hiding the fact he buried the kids, sure, but even then, I still do not see any reason as to why Felix would be murdering people for that. He owned up to crashing the car despite knowing the Waltens would hate him. There was a funeral held. It's believed the kids fell into the river because Molly's backpack was found. Why would he have to kill everyone to hide what is already known?

People say he killed Charles and Susan because they knew, but I personally interpret them saying Felix's story is "bullshit" more about the fact they think the crash was because he was drinking, not because they think he's hiding the kid's bodies. I honestly don't think anyone suspects Felix of that because why would they.

The police statements say nothing about Felix admitting he was drunk when he crashed, and considering he went to the cops the morning after, he'd be sober by then. There'd be no way to test him anymore since alcohol leaves the bloodstream after about 12 hours.

He was getting away with it. No one had any evidence against him otherwise. Charles and Susan even specifically say they're staying out of it. So why in hell would Felix, who's already had to deal with the law over the kids going missing, start murking employees as if that wouldn't make him look worse? Why would he draw attention to himself and his business by killing those kids' parents and his other two friends?

It makes absolutely no sense that Felix is behind it, and regardless of that, it's just very boring and cliché. It's so much more interesting to think that "Bon" is utilizing this tragedy for his own gain, that Felix is just a pawn. You can argue, "Well, Felix is complacent in the murders!" but I'd like to go into that as well.

Firstly, we don't know at all that he is. That's just what is theorized. We know Norman is very much an asshole and uncaring about what's going down at Bon's. He only cares about how it's affecting the company. Cyberfun is what funds Bon's, and with Felix on his own and not really mentally fit anymore, who knows how much Norman is using Felix's vulnerability to hide what's happening there.

Also, what's he gonna do? Tell Bon to stop? His 5'7 traumatized suicidal self is gonna march over to Bon and tell him to stop? Even if he witnessed one of the murders he'd be too terrified to even acknowledge what he saw. We already know he couldn't handle the car crash. Imagine if he does know the animatronic rabbit built for his children's restaurant is tearing people limb from limb. I mean, after all, he did do something. He locked them in K-9. People say that was to hide bodies, I personally think that was to keep Bon locked up. If he wanted to hide bodies, why wouldn't he just....actually get rid of them? There's a reason K-9 is an underground bunker. That's to keep something in, not to just hide a few bodies.

And on top of all that, who would believe him? Like I said earlier, he's already known to be responsible for two kid's disappearances. He already has a track record with the cops for being a known drunk since he's had his license revoked for multiple DUIs. How would he even begin to explain this to the police?

#this is very much a ramble and I'm waiting for someone to misconstrue this as me defending felix in some way lol #cause that is very much not my intention here. this is me saying everyone gives felix way too much credit as some sorta criminal mastermind #anyway #theories #the walten files #twf #felix kranken #🥃.txt #feel free to talk to me about this though if you want further thoughts or wanna debate or whatever. i love discussing twf.

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Listen, listen come closer…closer so I could whisper this to you. Ready? You don’t have to add to this, because I know you’ve been writing your ass off! But I need to share this with you:

🥀Masquerade Ball with AcademyCoryo🥀

Imagine! We’ve talked about songbirds and snakes, we’ve talked about the black cat and golden retriever pairing, but what about a violent white wolf and a sweet doe hm?🐺🦌🥀Instead of a prom like modern times the Capitol has all these fancy dresses and masks their senior year. And Coriolanus is like damnit how am I going to dress up for this? I can’t even afford to look like the best baddie in the room and Tigris feels awful because she can only afford to make him a suit that’s decent. She spends months on it and makes it out of fuckin curtains! Like okay queen pop off! 👏 He doesn’t deserve Tigris I swear!💅🏻Then he gets a gift sent from the reader and it’s a white wolf mask🤍 It doesn’t cover the full face but it’s gorgeous! Coryo’s so shocked by it, but grateful and it matches his suit…which is also white as snow. He shows up, the masquerade ball is at President Ravinstill’s mansion and Coriolanus looks sharp!😘

Bro has no idea he’s going to be living in that mansion one day and become a menace to society🥀Everyone else be looking good too! (Sejanus is drinking fruit punch in the corner dressed as an angel because he is one, Arachne has this creepy spider mask, with a black dress that foreshadows her demise, Clemensia has a rainbow snake mask, also a foreshadow for her. Festus has a fox mask because that boy be playin games)

I thought of this idea while drinking wine!🍷I’m hyped now!🐺Then the reader has the audacity to wear a dress with roses on it and a mask that resembles a doe and she just smiles before asking him if he likes the mask she gave him. Coryo leans in and speaks in her ear…

“I am going to eat you alive.”🥀

And the reader is so confused. Like what did I do? Does he hate it? Wait. What’s that hungered look in his eyes? Oh no. I’m in trouble. Then he brings her away to a dark corner of a bathoom and everyone is so clueless to what’s going. Maybe Sejanus noticed, but he’s too absorbed with his fruit punch and cookies right now🙂The reader is so nervous about getting caught, but Coryo starts full on making out with her, then rips her panties off and just goes FERAL!👏He covers readers mouth so no one hears her, meanwhile while he’s pounding into her against the wall and they still have their masks on. After a few minutes their classmates have wondered where they’ve gone 👀 Coryo gets carried away and snarls before finishing in the reader. Then he’s a panting mess and he realizes the reader’s dress has slipped down and her bare tits are showing and her legs are shaking! She is all teary eyed and dazed. Girly you good!🤣

Coryo is just like “Oh, my bad sweetheart.” Then he helps reader fix herself up and he straight up stuffs her torn underwear into his pocket. Reader is still in shock while he sits her up on the sink’s counter and he starts wiping her inner thighs with tissue but she just keeps leaking and shaking while he’s like “Sorry, sorry just trying save you dress here, you alright?” Reader is still like I got fucked in Felix Ravinstill’s bathroom on a Saturday night damn!😵‍💫

Coryo helps the reader stand and kisses her forehead.

“Are you alright? Say something please.”

Then the reader just nods and whispers she’s alright.

“I don’t know what came over me, you look stunning tonight—thank you for the mask.”

Before the reader can say anything, all of the a sudden there’s a pounding pair of fists! Right outside the bathroom door, and they both flinch. The reader clings onto his arms in panic and Coryo tries to keep his composure. The door is locked but the pounding doesn’t stop. Livia Cardew is right outside the door acting like Maddy from Euphoria and she’s yelling while rattling the door handle and she’s shouting “Y/N what are you doing in there, I need to use the bathroom! Open up!” And the reader is internally screaming, Coryo scowls but doesn’t say anything and the reader says she’ll be out in a minute, but she doesn’t stop nagging. So, the reader makes Coryo hide in the bathtub and he thinks “This is ridiculous. I can’t stand Livia Cardew.” Livia comes in, dressed as cat 🐈‍⬛ with her claws out. She asks what took so long, but then she sees the flustered reader holding her stomach like she’s going to be sick and she shuffles out of the bathroom, her legs are still sore, she’s like please don’t look at me🫣 and Livia is like “Okay weirdo, yuck why does it smell musty in here? Did you throw up?” Coryo wants to murder Livia because she doesn’t even have to pee she only came in to powder her nose!😂

Coriolanus rolls his eyes and is like okay bitch now get out, this tub is making me claustrophobic and she leaves after fixing herself up and Coryo makes a run for it after that. He doesn’t get caught cause he’s sneaky, but when he finds reader he just clings to her arm and asks if she’s okay to walk and she just nods but keeps squeezing her legs together. Reader is still flushed, but she’s glad she has a mask on😳Sejanus is the only one side eyeing them like I know what you did ya nasties!🧐

Coryo acts as if he did nothing wrong, but he smirks a bit as President Ravinstill gives this boring speech about how proud he is of his son and his classmates for surviving the academy and their senior year blah blah blah. Coryo doesn’t care, reaping day is just around the corner and so is the plinth prize, he’s got his perfect doe, his prey around his arm so what does it matter? He takes a long sip of his posca. Snow lands on top.

And that’s the masquerade ball🥀

Hope you enjoyed!🥀

love this

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bbyquokka · 1 year

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Hi hi twin first of all I adore you and love you suh much 💖💖💖 & I hope you're day/ night is wonderful as youuuu 😍

Soft thoughts of Lixie spamming tf out of your phone cause he had too much coffee & sugar 🤣 then you come home to him passed out on the couch after the caffeine crash and just see coffee packs in bulk in the kitchen lmfaoo

hyper lix, hehehe 🍬☕

FLUFF BELOW CUT – MDNI

warnings: gn!reader, food and drinks mentioned (candy & coffee)

your phone has been buzzing the entire morning and afternoon. Felix has been blowing up your phone since the am, sending you random massages, loving message and message that just don't make sense, no matter how many times you read it.

‘hey how you doing?’

‘im doing great btw.’

‘are you working? ofc you are, duh!!’

‘i love you.. ;c’

‘minho just scolded me, he's mean >:(’

‘do you think pigs could actually fly in the future? like Dumbo with the ears! imagine if they could, OMFG!!’

you texted Chan, questioning what was going on with lix to be told that he has had some candy and coffee.

ah, the sugar hit along with a caffeine hit - no wonder Felix is bouncing off the walls.

your phone finally grew silent just as your work shift ended. you stopped by the grocery store, texting felix to see if he needed anything. he texted back saying he doesn't which is odd because he always wants something.

shopping bag in one hand, you turn the key in the lock as you walk inside. you take your coat and shoes off before walking to the kitchen.

you didn't notice him. you did think the apartment was unusually quiet. Felix would normally be home by now however you figured he was still working.

you paused, looking at a huge stack of coffee stacked high on the counter top. you place your shopping bag down, laughing softly to yourself as you open the cupboards.

more coffee.

“oh boy.”

you walk to the living area, eyes coming into contact with a very tired Felix snoring softly. his cheeks pushed together due to him leaning on his hand, body curled up in a ball. you shake your head before putting a blanket over his sleeping figure.

“sugar and caffeine crash. doesn't mean you have to bulk buy though!” you laugh to yourself, making a mental note to ‘scold’ him when he wakes up.

“what am I going to do with you, lixie?”

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jinxhallows · 7 months

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I searched it but couldn't find anything about it, but why are you only including 5 member for kinktober?

ayee thanks for stopping by to ask! nobody has ever asked so I never explained 😂 so I got into writing in this fandom like about a year and a half ago and had no idea what I was doing and kinda just spat some shit out (that I now absolutely hate lmfao 100 follower special, anyone? That fluff was garbage IMO)

I don’t write Felix often/at all because I can’t quite understand his personality enough to feel I can articulate him authentically in writing yet. Also he’s kind of juvenile in a way that reminds me of a younger sibling, making it tough to slut him out. I’m always so impressed by smut Felix writers. They capture him well! I know something freaky is lying under that golden exterior. But I’m working on it! I write about him in my other two full length fics but unfortunately, I don’t think my portrayal of him is very accurate at all. But I keep going because well, it’s already started lol.

I don’t write Seungmin yet because I’m still learning about him and his likes/dislikes and mannerisms and personality. He’s the one I know the least about. All I know is that folx call him a puppy. I don’t think I’ve heard him speak as much as I have in the recent chuseok specials. I know he’s a little terror though, lol, unsure of the origins of it though.

I don’t write IN for the same reasons as above, but lately, he’s been portrayed in a way that’s making me consider roping him in the future into something fun. Someone who met him in person said he seemed the most masculine and adult out of all the members! Surprise surprise! The baby bread shit was off putting. I was like, I’m not slutting out someone with the nickname “baby bread”; but my mind is changing, and fast lol.

Why do I write the fellas I write? Aka my “starting team”?

I’m most comfortable writing Chan, he’s closest to me in age and I watch him enough to know his mannerisms and personality. Down to little things like his obsession with space, the way he laughs through his teeth, and his lopsided smile when he’s being a dork. Chan doesn’t like coffee, so in one of my imagines, I made it a point to state the reader was making coffee for herself. If I read someone who has Chan drinking coffee I’d assume they either took creative liberty or have no idea that this man does not fuck with coffee lol. Fun fact: add “yeah?” To the end of a question/statement and it immediately rings Chan’s voice in your mind, doesn’t it? “Guess you’ve got a lot to think about then, yeah?” “How about we head on out to the bar, yeah?”Those details really can make/break someone’s immersion!

Next comes Hyunjin. Hyunjin was difficult for me to write at first, his personality is so multi faceted and not much like his stage persona at all, which is quite powerful! But the algorithm started forcing him onto me in candid situations and I began to understand his nuances too. I grasped an understanding of his micro expressions and mannerisms enough to feel confident writing him.

Third is Lino! I swore against writing Lino because he was such a mystery to me! I later found a video of him being weird and his quirky personality and deadpan affect when saying certain things. He reminds me of some of my closest friends. Sometimes, I feel like I don’t give Lino enough depth! I’m an experienced Scorpio wrangler, and I know he’s got some intense depths to that ocean that can be portrayed so much better. Working on it!

Fourth favorite is Jisung. I use Jisung for light hearted things and comic relief. I almost never write angst Jisung. I probably could, and probably will one day! But for now, I’ve only candidly seen him happy and funny, it’s sometimes hard to even write him in smut because I can’t see him taking much of anything seriously. I know he has bad anxiety and other various mental health concerns, so he’s not all rainbows and butterflies but he doesn’t seem to let folx in on that side of him often, if at all, so it’s difficult to imagine for me right now, so for him, I keep it light.

Fifth newest favorite is Changbin. Changbin is still a little confusing to me but I can at least pinpoint his manner of speech, he can be quite aggressive quite suddenly, in a playful manner. I’m still not too great on describing his mannerisms in literature, but I’ve grown comfortable enough to experiment with him for Kinktober.

So you see, my cool beautiful anon, it’s just a matter of time until I work my way down to the rest of the members :) at first, I swore I’d only write Chan, and then it exploded into five. I’m certain by next year’s kinktober, all eight members will be rightfully represented :)

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albertasunrise · 2 years

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Hi🤭🤭🤭 could I ask for javier peña with pregnant reader? only if you want! Thank you❤️

Two Pink Lines

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Notes: I absolutely love this request and it's had my mind reeling for ages. Thought it fitted in quite nicely to the ‘It’s Yours’ universe ♥️ Sorry it took so long to respond but life has been hectic! Hope you enjoy 😘

Warnings: Like AO3, I choose not to list any warnings. (It's pretty fluffy tho)

When Javier had suggested trying for another baby you'd inadvertently spat your drink all over him. Layla and Luca had been a handful from the moment you'd brought them home from the hospital. Feeding every two hours, refusing to sleep and demanding attention almost every waking moment of the day.

You'd gone onto the pill not long after that with little argument from Javier. His desire to have a large family seemingly being forgotten as the two of you took it in turns to tend to your little angels. So to hear him make this suggestion on date night had definitely taken you by surprise.

Was two not enough?

After mopping himself up, he returned to his seat beside you and noted that you had barely moved from the position it had been in a few moments ago.

"Another?" You managed to choke out after a long pause, eyes widening when Javier nodded eagerly "Why?"

"Well the twins are a little older now and by the time the baby's born they'll be going to pre-school." He started, shrugging slightly "I just thought that maybe, we could start thinking about it at least."

"Javier… Do you remember how hard we had it with them?" You questioned and he nodded "So why do you want another? Aren't the twins enough?"

Javier's face dropped a little at your question. He supposed they were but he'd always desired a large family.

He was also conscious that he wasn't getting any younger. He was on the wrong side of forty now and he wanted to be able to enjoy his family whilst he could but at the same time, maybe he didn't need another baby to feel like their family was complete.

"Javi?" You asked, pulling him from his thoughts.

"No, yeah of course they are." He said, shaking his head and morphing his face into something that look less disappointed "forget I said anything." He finished before collecting the dishes to wash them.

You felt a wave of guilt wash over you as you watched him from your seat at the table. You'd known from the beginning that he wanted a large family. You'd just assumed after the twins that perhaps that had changed but seeing him now, looking so defeated as he soaked the dishes in the sink, that it clearly hadn't.

You opened your mouth to speak when crying sounded from the baby monitor on the table and what you were about to say was rendered mute as you got to your feet.

"I'll go check on them." You stated before making your way to the twins' room, your mind haunted by Javier's sad expression.

Perhaps it wouldn't hurt to think about it.

"So how's Olivia coping with Felix?" You asked as you sipped on your coffee.

Connie come to visit for the weekend and you'd been so glad of it. It had been months since you'd last seen her, the twins taking up all of your time but her own children had been consuming hers also.

"She's warmed up to him now." She chuckled "You know he started crawling?" You nodded "Well, she found that rather distressing as he was crawling after her all the time so she clung to Steve for a few weeks." You chuckled at that, imagining Steve constantly carrying the three-year-old around with him.

"Glad she's relaxed a little more now." You replied as you forked some more of your muffin into your mouth.

"So what's new with you?" She asked and you shrugged.

"Not a lot." You started, pausing to take another sip of your coffee "The twins are talking more… Well by talking I mean blabbering and occasionally saying yeah or nah." You chuckled "They're definitely closer to saying a few more words. Chucho has been taking them around the ranch and trying to teach them the names of all the animals. Layla keeps calling them 'Moos' so that's pretty close."

"Can't wait to see them later." She grinned and you smiled at that "Kinda crazy to think that I delivered them on Javi's dad's couch."

"Yeah." You laughed breathlessly "We definitely got closer then."

"Anything else?" She asked and you shrugged "There's something else I can tell." She pushed and you sighed, sitting back in your chair.

"Javier wants to have another baby." Connie choked on her coffee.

"What?" She asked and you chortled.

"He asked the other night over dinner if I wanted another." You replied.

"What did you say?"

"Well, I started with spewing my drink over him." You started and she smirked "And then I sorta said that the twins were enough and asked him if he really thought we needed another."

"Oh." She replied, "I don't think it's a case of needed… no one needs kids." She teased and you giggled at that "But the question is, do you want more?"

"Well, Javier's always wanted a big family." You replied and she nodded "But I dunno… The twins were such hard work…" You trailed off, your eyes locking with a newborn sleeping soundly on its mum's shoulder behind Connie.

The blonde's eyes followed your gaze and smirked upon realising what you were looking at. She took a sip of her coffee, allowing you to stare at the little person a few moments longer before she coughed to grab her attention. You jumped to attention, giving her a sheepish look before you sighed and slumped in your chair.

"Yeah, I do want another." You confessed as you unceremoniously shoved the last bit of your muffin into your mouth.

"Yeah, you do." Connie teased as she gave you a wink.

The two of you chuckled as you finished your coffee.

After that, you stopped taking your pill.

You were excited and nervous to tell Javi that you wanted to try for another baby, not that you'd tried for the last two, but the idea of fucking him with the intention of getting pregnant exhilarated you. You'd decided to break it to him when Chucho had the kids for the night. Once a month they stayed with him in the guest house so that you and Javier could have a break. Initially, the two of you had used those evenings to fuck each other silly but lately, they were used to get a decent night's sleep.

Javier had been pretty downcast since that conversation and your guilt had been eating away at you. So you hoped that tonight, things would take a turn for the better.

"How's the ranch?" You asked, trying to break the awkward silence that had settled over you both.

"It's okay." He replied with a shrug "Busy."

"I bet." You replied, trying to push him to talk more but he didn't.

You let out an audible sigh as you sat back in your chair, nudging your food around on the plate with your fork. You glanced at Javier who was focused on the food on his plate and you decided to just say it.

"I want to start trying." You said, grabbing his attention and his head moved slowly so he was looking at you.

"Trying?" He asked, his expression a little confused and you realised you'd perhaps not been particularly clear "Trying what?"

"Forababy." You rushed out as your hands shook a little with nerves as you kept your eyes locked on your husband.

His demeanour changed immediately. His expression morphed into one of surprise before the corner of his mouth twitched a little.

"Really?" He asked and you nodded, that twitch turning into a smile.

"Yeah…I um… Well I was talking to Connie about it and I kinda saw this little baby cuddling its mum and it just stirred something inside of me. A want I didn't know I had." You confessed, your eyes starting to fill with tears "So I stopped taking my pill and well, it might take a bit of time but I'm ready to start trying."

That was all you needed to say before Javier was on you faster than you could blink.

Month one, nothing happened.

You had been a little disappointed but you'd known that it was unlikely to happen straight off the bat.

Month Two… Bingo.

You looked at the three different tests you'd taken. All of them telling you the same thing. You were pregnant.

Snatching the tests up and placing them in your pocket, you peeked in on the twins who were still sleeping soundly and you breathed a sigh of relief. You and Javier lived for the hour they got each morning to just enjoy a coffee before the gremlins woke up.

So you made a start on those whilst you watched the doorway out the corner of your eye, waiting for him to appear. He was up, quietly pattering about. He appeared as you started to pour coffee into the two mugs you'd fetched from the cupboard, grinning when he kissed your cheek sweetly.

"Morning wife." He said as he grabbed a banana from the fruit bowl and sat at the table.

"Morning husband." You replied as you placed his coffee in front of him and carefully placed the test beside it.

He looked up at you and smiled, pulling you into a soft kiss before grabbing his mug and taking a sip. You turned your back to grab your own, waiting for Javier to notice. A small sob was the sound that alerted you to the fact he'd seen it and you turned at him saying your name.

"You're?…" He trailed off and you nodded, smiling sweetly at him "And you're sure?"

You placed the other two tests on the table and he looked at those, eyes widening before he looked up at you with tear-filled eyes and smiled.

"Pretty sure." You chuckled and he let out a breathy sigh before he was on his feet and kissing you passionately "Happy?" You asked as he pulled back to look you in the eye.

"Ecstatic."

Chucho had been over the moon when you and Javi had announced your pregnancy. You had decided, however, to keep the news a secret from Steve and Connie. They were coming for thanksgiving and so thought that it would be a nice surprise. You were also going to learn the sex a few days before so there was a surprise in store for Chuco too.

Chaos ensued when the Murphys arrived.

Felix was the only one that stayed settled upon arriving at the Peña residence. Olivia and the twins made it their mission to get out every toy they owned and you watched in amusement as Steve and Javier were dressed like princesses by the two girls.

When dinner was in the oven, everyone excused themselves to change.

You changed into a dress that highlighted your growing bump and you couldn't help but notice the way Javier admired it. He was insatiable when it came to your ever-growing tummy and you loved it. You then hit your swell with a cardigan, not wanting to give the surprise away too early.

The kids were put to bed shortly after dessert, tuckered out from the energetic playtime and food.

"Mmmm." You said suddenly as you started to stand "Getting a little warm." You stated as you pulled off your cardigan, smirking when Steve and Connie's eyes zoned in on your swollen belly.

"Are you?" Steve started, looking at his wife a moment before looking at Javier "Dude?"

"You're pregnant?" Connie practically screeched and you chuckled.

"I am." You replied, smiling down at Javier before you sat down again.

"Why didn't you tell me?" She asked, sounding a little offended and you grinned.

"We wanted to surprise you." Javier replied, shrugging his shoulders as he took another sip of his whiskey.

"Well, we're surprised." Steve chortled, letting out a breathy laugh as he sat back in his seat.

"Well… We've got one more for ya." You stated, giving them a wink before standing 'Coffees?" You asked, motioning to everyone who gave you a nod and then you left to grab them from the kitchen.

"What's that?" Steve asked as he watched you leave before looking at his ex-partner who just sat there grinning before he too stood to help you in the kitchen.

You both returned a few minutes later with the beverages, you placing them in front of each person along with the biscuits you'd spent the day baking and icing.

You and Javier took a seat again, smiling sweetly at each other as everyone at the table watched them carefully.

"What's the surprise?" Connie asked, her tone a little impatient and you giggled.

"There's a clue right in front of you." You stated and everyone looked down.

"The coffee?" Steve asked confused, his brow drawing together before a gasp from his wife grabbed his attention "What?"

"You're having a girl?" She asked and you both nodded.

"How'd you figure that out?" Steve asked in an exasperated tone.

"The biscuits are pink." She pointed out, smirking as she watched her husband look down at the treat beside his mug and sure enough. Pink icing.

"I'm going to have another granddaughter ?" Chucho piped up, his voice wobbling a little as he spoke.

"Yeah pops." Javier replied as he smiled sweetly at his father "Yeah you are."

"That's wonderful."

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neverland93 · 3 months

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Peter Pan Imagine/ Respect

“Time for breakfast!” A lost boy yelled

Everyone runs to the tables and gets their plates

“Alright!” One says

“Finally!” An other yelled

They all sit down and about to devour their meals

“Wait!” Pan yelled

“We have to wait.” He folds his arms

“Ugh do we have to?” A lost boy asked annoyed and hungry

Pan gave him the death stare

The play boy just looked down knowing not to challenge him any further.

About 5 minutes pass by and you come out, looking terrible.

Pan looks at you as you take a seat next to him, skipping on even getting a drink of water.

“Can we eat now?” A lost boy asked

“What’s wrong with you?” Pan ignored the boy and asked you

“I - I don’t know I woke up and my sinuses is all messed up and I keep sneezing and coughing.” You said with a tissue in your hand

“You’re running a fever as well Y/n.” Pan said putting his hand over your forehead

“Mmm.” Was all you could say before you lay your head on the table.

“Thats it, boys you can eat, I’m taking Y/n to the med cabin.” Pan says picking you up bridal style and making his way there.

********

“You know you don’t have to do this.” You say to him weakly

“Nobody else is going to, and you’re my only lost girl, I need you better.” He says making you some tea and medicine

You smile and fall asleep, letting the darkness of your eyes take over.

********

Waking up to him sitting down and rubbing his jaw

He notices you and gets up quickly

“What the hell Y/n you’ve been in and out of it for 3 days.” He hands you some soup and crackers

“3 days?!” You yelled

“Yes now eat something now.” He says almost demanding

You do so but slowly trying to recap what the hell even happened.

“I don’t get it I was just having a small cold for the past couple of days I didn’t know it was going to turn into this big thing.” You say in confusion

“Well it did.” Pan said folding his arms

“Are you okay?” You asked

“I will be.” He said

That doesn’t answer your question.

“What’s wrong?” You asked

“You had us worried sick.” He stated still not getting close to you.

The more words that came out of his mouth your heart shattered.

“I-I’m sorry.” You said with a raspy voice

“I told you time and time again to not be out late with the lost boys when it’s freezing cold.” He looked at you up and down, this wasn’t like the Pan you knew, the one who was sweet and kind hearted towards you, this was the old Pan, the one you were terrified of when you first met him.

The one with dark eyes and the not giving a fuck attitude. The one who rolled his eyes and groaned whenever you had a question because you were a girl and he in fact couldn’t stand a girl on his all inclusive boys only Neverland .

Why was he acting like this when YOU’RE the one who’s sick, you have no idea but you were damn sure going to find out.

“Can you tell me what the fuck is wrong with you?” You say

“You wanna know what’s wrong with me? YOU! You’re the problem.” He says yelling at you

“What the hell did I do?!” You say back

“I’ve told you time and time again to not do certain things but you’re so damn rebellious and selfish you do it anyway.” He says

“Thats not true.” You shake your head with tears

“Bullshit. You always stay up late , go out in the freezing cold, drink way too much over your limit, go places that are strictly forbidden, you’re acting like a, like a -“ before he says anything else you cut him off.

“Like a lost boy.” You fold your arms

“Like a brat.” He says back to you

“Fuck you Peter.” You get out of bed and walk out the med cabin. Tears in your eyes and heart on the floor.

How could he say all those things? You guys were so good. You guys were absolutely perfect, or so you thought. Are his true colors showing? Or is this just some boy thing that he has to get over? You had no idea and you weren’t in the mood to find out.

********

“Okay tell me everything.” Felix told Pan

“There’s nothing to tell.” Pan said folding his arms

“So you’re just done with her?” He said

“It’s for the better, you know that.” Pan said looking down

“How so?” Felix asked

“Because she was never going to stay, you know that, she would eventually miss Storybrooke you know she would miss Emma, Regina, Henry. I know her, but I know she gets sad at night, I hear her soft cries in her cabin, she’s going to go back and I’m just making it easier for to leave.” Pan said

“You sound selfish.” Felix folded his arms

“I sound reasonable.” He said back.

Pan knew you were missing your family, he knew homesick when he saw it, he had so many lost boys in and out because of this very reason, they claim to be tough and strong,but then only to realize they are nothing but cowards and quickly return back home to their families.

“Whatever you’re king of the island but let’s be realistic here. You love her.” Felix said

Pan half laughs “Love is something Peter Pan does not do.”

“Once again, you’re king of the island you can do whatever you want. Who says the king can’t have a queen? “ Felix smirked, he was right but Pan was scared to admit it, he loved you. He adored you. But he was scared shitless.

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(Knock knock)

“Who is it?” You asked

“Pan.” He said

You roll your eyes and open the door

“Is there something i needed to do today? Chores? Hunt? Laundry?” You said

“No I needed to talk.” He said

“Well I don’t feel like talking.” You said

“Well too bad.” He said with an attitude

As you’re about to shut the door he puts his foot down therefore making it impossible for you to do so

“Peter.” You said with annoyance

“Let me talk to you.” He said with soft eyes

Your heart melts but you wouldn’t let him know.

“Fine.” You open the door and sit on your bed

“But hurry because I have to make dinner.” You stated

“I-we-hm.” Was all he said before rubbing his jaw

Uh oh. This was bad. Peter Pan was never lost for words, he always knew what to say, how to say it and when to say it. The fact that he was lost for words scared you a little bit, were you two really over? Your heart was beating so fast you could swear all of Neverland could hear it.

“I’m terrified.” He confessed

Your eyes open wide

“Excuse me?” You said

“I fear, that you might leave.” He says running his hands through his hair

“You’re serious about this aren’t you?” You ask him completely shocked.

“You, mean alot to Neverland, the boys, the mermaids, the Indians-“ before he could go on

“What about you?” You dared to ask

He looked at you and was caught off guard.

“What about me?” He asked

“What do I mean to you Peter?” You asked

“You, you,” he looked at you

Everything was swept under the rug and hush hush until now. But Peter knew what you meant.

The secret meet ups, him lingering in your room late at night, the soft moaning you would make, low whispers he would say in your ear, the way he looked at you the next morning at the table and begged you for more by lunch time.

But it wasn’t always sexual, he always loved being around you, even if it was to watch you cook dinner, or to lay on your lap while you read your books,

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Peter said uncomfortably.

Bullshit you thought.

“If you’re going to lie then you have no business being here.” You stated

Peter cocks an eyebrow

“And how do you know I’m lying?” He gets agitated.

You get close to him and run his cheek.

“Because I know you asshole.” You said with a forgiving smile

And it was like that is what brought him back to you. Just a touch of your skin and his heart melted.

He laughed softly and grabbed your hand kissing it ever so softly before your fingers intertwined.

“See, I don't care for your looks, and don’t take that the wrong way. They don't attract me nearly as much as your voice does when you're teaching me something I do not know. When you speak with passion your eyes light up at the opportunity to enliven me with words, with art, with depth. I am attracted to you because I am in awe of you. I respect the fuck out of you.” He says not losing eye contact and all you could was smile and wipe your tears away.

Peter was never this expressive before, sure he told you things here and there but never stuff like this, but somehow you always knew deep down that he loved you too.

“I love you too Peter.” Was all you could say still wiping your tears.

#robbie kay #peter pan #ouat #once upon a time #peter pan imagine #peter pan request #peter pan imagines #peter pan stories #neverland #fandom

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lumineescente · 7 months

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seungjin drabble

i'm in a very good mood tonight so let me share this drabble i wrote the other day between midnight and 1am while watching New Girl and thinking damn this should not be Jess and Nick, this should be Seungmin and Hyunjin (they share NO similarities except my lizard brain picturing them everywhere)

tags: alcohol game / kissing / pining (lots) (is it a seungjin written by me without pining?)

sorry for the mistakes etc. etc.

oh and i also posted this on twitter

Hyunjin can hear all their friends cheering for them to kiss from the opposite side of the door, his whole body is combusting. Not only is it an extremely embarrassing situation but the worst is the fact that he has been dreaming of kissing Seungmin for months now but never had he thought that it would be in this situation.

He had imagined it after a cute date maybe, if he ever had the strength to ask out Seungmin for real. Or maybe it could have involved a bit of alcohol, for courage, but definitely not a drinking game on a night he was trying to actually have sex with someone else, and Seungmin is in a more or less committed relationship with another man.

“We don’t have to do that,” he says with a laugh that he hopes sounds casual.

Seungmin sighs and the voices outside the room chant even louder, “well…”

He chews on his lower lip, and gosh why can’t Hyunjin stop staring at it?

“I can kiss you on the cheek and say we kissed? Take a picture of it,” he offers. Even the thought of his lips on Seungmin’s lip is enough for him to drive him crazy but Seungmin really does not seem like he wants to be kissed by him.

And Hyunjin does not want to lose his first kiss with Seungmin through a stupid game. It was supposed to be a trick to kiss Changbin so Felix would stop trying to steal his one night stand. It unfortunately backfired in the worst way possible.

“That’s a good idea,” Seungmin smiles. He feels like he is about to melt onto a puddle of love because of how cute he looks. “Kiss on the cheek, it is.”

(He has admitted now weeks ago that this is not a normal way to feel about your roommate platonically)

He buries all these thoughts deep down and takes out his phone. Seungmin awkwardly gets closer to him and quickly Hyunjin can feel his warmth in his personal space, he internally screams.

“Why is it so weird?” Seungmin laughs, “we live together, we’ve seen each other through everything but kissing you on the cheek is suddenly so awkward.”

“Right,” he swallows with difficulty, trying to focus on unlocking his phone and opening the camera app. His ears are ringing so loudly that he barely hears the chant anymore. “You ready?”

“Should I…? Kiss you?”

Hyunjin really hopes he is not blushing too much or that alcohol has made Seungmin completely oblivious. Which is possible considering everyone and their mothers know about Hyunjin’s delirious crush on him, but Seungmin does not.

“Yeah, sure, I’ll take the picture.”

He waves his phone like a loser and Seungmin giggles at it. He takes another step closer, “ready?” it is a whisper now almost on his neck, and it really is torture at this point. He just nods and puts the phone up, he tries to focus on the phone and not on the fact that Seungmin has to get on his tippy toes for his mouth to reach Hyunjin’s cheek and then the feeling of his lips on his skin. His lips are so soft and warm, and Hyunjin needs all his focus to actually take the picture and not just let himself appreciate the moment. It only lasts a few seconds because those smartphones really are quick to take a picture and Seungmin immediately breaks the contact when it is done.

Hyunjin stares dumbfounded at the wall in front of him, not even controlling the smile on his lips and the overall excitement at the fact that it might have been the closest physically it has ever been to Seungmin.

“Is the picture okay?”

“Mh?”

He glances around to see Seungmin looking at him with amusement in his eyes, “they’ll lose their voices if they keep screaming like that, we should send them the picture now.”

“Oh! Yeah right.”

He quickly sends the picture to the group chat they have. For a second there is a silence on the other side of the door and he feels relief and a bit of regret, sure, at the idea of being freed from this situation.

“THIS IS NOT A KISS!!” Felix yells with his deep voice, and Hyunjin will make sure he is going to pay for that. The chanting comes back even stronger.

Seungmin sighs, “IT IS!”

“NO!”

Hyunjin stays still, paralyzed. Seungmin groans.

“Fuck,” he whispers and it feels like it is the first time he hears his roommate curse like that.

He shakes it off and bangs loudly at the door, “hey, guys,” he says loudly, “that’s enough, just let us out!”

Everyone boos at that, he exhales.

“You agreed to the game at first, you have to play!”

He turns to Seungmin apologetically, “I’m sorry.”

It is his fault after all, he wanted to kiss Changbin at first like that, he had not expected for Seungmin to be pulled, it was just him being horny for a guy he had just met that had brought all this on Seungmin.

“Let’s just do it.”

“What?”

“Let’s kiss, this is nothing right? We just lost a game.”

“But,” he mutters pathetically, anxiety piling inside him like legos, “uh.”

The way Seungmin looks at him, waiting for him to do or say something but Hyunjin does not know why.

“Friends kiss all the time for fun,” Seungmin keeps explaining and it is logical and rational, exactly like Seungmin is, “it does not mean anything.”

Except nothing is logical and rational in Hyunjin, and surely not the fact that he wants to kiss Seungmin but not because it is a game, and not because it does not mean anything.

“I’m not sure…” he starts.

His roommate tilts his head, “why?”

“Because,” he stutters in his words, “I just…”

Seungmin stares at him with even more expectation and it makes him lose it completely, panic completely taking over his brain.

“I don’t want it to happen this way!” he almost screams out.

He immediately regrets it when he sees the way the other man's eyes change and confusion is readable on his face.

“What do you mean?”

“Nothing,” Hyunjin chokes out. He turns around to the door and starts banging against, “hey, open the door, now, this isn’t funny anymore!”

Seungmin grabs his arm when he is about to hit the door again, forcing him to turn around. He had never thought the latter could have this much strength, “Hyunjin, answer me, what is this about? That you don’t want us to kiss that way?”

“Because it’s uncomfortable for both of us,” he tries to justify himself, “that’s… that’s what I meant! They should not force us to do anything we don’t want.”

“I don’t think this is what you meant.”

“Well, it is,” he retorts before going back to banging on the door, “Felix!”

It hurts his fist but at this point he would do anything that means he would be able to get out of this situation. His heart is racing in his chest and the alcohol is not helping with his panic attack, making it hard to breath, even harder to think. All his body just begs to get out.

“Hyunjin..” Seungmin whispers behind him but it is barely heard as the door finally opens.

Felix looks at them with a sheepish smile, “you’re both losers for that, you know?”

“I know,” Hyunjin just answers and then immediately rushes to the kitchen.

At some point Hyunjin loses track of the night even more than before the kiss incident. He knows Seungmin’s boyfriend but not-really-boyfriend arrives and they leave to his room, and it only makes Hyunjin drink more. Felix side eyes him all the time but he rejects every tentative that he tries to talk to him. Of course, Felix ends up making out with Changbin and Hyunjin is not even jealous about that because all he can think about is Seungmin. He wants to disappear. Eventually everyone leaves.

“So,” Felix sits down next to him at their kitchen table, “what happened exactly?”

Hyunjin groans. The alcohol makes him dizzy.

“I thought all you wanted to do was kiss Seungmin.”

“I hate you so much right now.”

Felix puts away all the glasses that are still filled with liquor away from Hyunjin’s grip.

“I want to, of course, but not like that!”

He immediately puts his hand in front of his mouth, glancing around the bedroom corridors but no one comes out.

“It’s Seungmin,” he goes on, this time whispering, “I don’t want to kiss him because of a stupid game, I want to kiss him because I like him and because he likes me!”

He moves his hand toward the corridor, “but he does not,” he whimpers, “and I panicked because he was saying stuff like let’s kiss and I told him that I didn’t want it to happen like that. I’m stupid.”

“You’re not,” Felix tells him empathically, “you’re a romantic.”

Hyunjin rolls his eyes, it makes his head hurt, “now he knows and it will change everything.”

“I’m really sorry,” his best friend says, “I didn’t think this would lead to that.”

“It’s not your fault, we were playing.”

“Still,” he pats his arm with affection, “for what it’s worth I think it’ll be okay.”

“Whatever, I’m going to sleep.”

He gets up, waves Felix goodnight and goes toward his bedroom. He is about to open the door of his own when Seungmin’s door opens. He closes it carefully behind him.

“Hey,” Seungmin whispers in a sleepy voice.

“Did I wake you up?” he asks, trying very hard not to look directly at him and his cute pajama set.

“No, actually I was…”

Hyunjin waits a moment for the end of that sentence but nothing comes.

“It’s nothing,” Seungmin ends up saying, “you should sleep.”

It is like his brain is not the one controlling his muscles because when Seungmin turns away, Hyunjin grabs his wrist and pulls him close. For a second neither of them move, he can feel Seungmin’s heart beating under his chest. He dares to move his fingers from his wrist to his hand and Seungmin lets him do it so he gets a bit bolder and tilts slightly his head forward.

He is not sure why he is doing that, maybe all the alcohol he has drunk all night finally reached its peak and this is the thing he will be mortified of tomorrow morning. But right now, he does not care because he feels even more intoxicated by how close Seungmin is to him, and the fact that he is not moving away.

“You can,” Seungmin whispers very quietly.

Hyunjin does not think any more and he grabs his chin with his other hand and crashes his lips against Seungmin’s. It is not exactly like the first kiss he had hoped for with him but it still feels like a fire is burning in his body, and the way Seungmin reacts makes him even more eager to deepen the kiss. During the time of the kiss the rest of the world suddenly disappears, nothing else is real except how Seungmin’s body feels near him, how his lips taste. Everything is warm, everything is exciting and soft.

When their kiss ends, they stare at each other again for a while, breathless, lips swollen. Seungmin pulls away.

“Goodnight, Hyunjin,” he says.

Hyunjin watches him go back to his room, feeling like the world has collapsed around him now that he can not hold onto Seungmin.

#my writing #drabble #seungmin #hyunjin #seungjin #seunghwang #stray kids #ships #stray kids ships #fluff

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ask-elland-n-will · 5 months

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William, wonderful William.

Name the last time you could not stop smiling!

[Previously]

This handwriting. Will's lips curl upward softly, still not over all the excitement of the date he so suddenly invited Andrew to. Will is not the one to invite people on dates; it's his boys who invite Will, not the other way around! And yet.

Will closes his eyes for a while, still smiling giddily. He knows the note meant for him to talk about the Honeydukes experience but truth be told, he hasn't stopped smiling ever since he got a reply from Monty earlier. The Ravenclaw has given him something no one has done before: he's given him true hope.

After almost two months of flirting and running around, the drinking night at the Three Broomsticks with a lot of happy encouraging touches and remarks, their walk back to the castle, and the recent jealousy realization at Honeydukes... Andrew is still here. They haven't even done that much yet! Anyone else would've already jumped ship after all that dancing around.

He tried to build relationships, and none took hold, his owls — lost or replied to so late that nothing spoke of rejection clearer than that kind of dismissal. His strongest feeling had no place in the relationship he's carved with Elland. Year five — too much has happened; there's pain and stress, and fighting for their lives. Year 6 — it's clear there's no response, no flirting, hidden glances, no hand to hold, but care and admiration, he'd never leave but won't together be. Now — maybe it is time, that show for Felix they put on, why did it hurt more than made him feel euphoric? He shouldn't have, and why'd he play along! There was no hope, there never was.

He tried to be casual with those he had no feelings for, and even then people left him, some after getting what they wanted, others openly saying it's a one-off thing. And then some — without even giving him a chance the moment they heard that there is one line Will won't cross without a relationship.

He tried to educate himself, and had more luck there: be it certain Restricted Section books or the help of his dormmates, one of which he had a mutually beneficial agreement with for a while. Oh, hiding crushes — hard a task but knowledge is a worthy prize. If there is more he wants to learn, perhaps it's Andrew who can show?

Andrew. Andrew, Andrew! Monty! His Monty. Grumpy wolf chasing a giggling fox.

Will sighs, coming back down to Earth. He can't lose Monty. Not that he can even imagine a reason that would make the wolf stop chasing him. But the longer they go on like this, living just on hints, and teasing, and touching, the more worried Will becomes on the inside. What if Andrew loses interest, dissatisfied with their eventual makeouts? What if he doesn't like the limits Will eventually sets for them for Will's own comfort? What if possibly even mentioning a relationship could cause a drift?

Montrose never said what he actually wanted from them. And Will cannot keep being the one to begin this kind of a conversation. He cannot. He won't be the reason for yet another downfall.

The prefect suddenly slaps his own cheeks. No. He cannot think like that. Monty isn't like all those other people. Things have been going so nicely, there is no reason for Will to worry. Natural progression. That's it. They'll get to it eventually. It's not like Andrew is hiding important things from him, right? They are going forward, each day, little by little. Ah, they pretty much almost kissed at Honeydukes! The hope is really there, for the first time in years, and for the first time in a long while it is not a bitter one.

Will re-reads the previous letter he got. And then this recent one. And then he pens a quick reply.

You, wonderful you. I am afraid there is no answer, for my heart hasn't stopped smiling since the moment I sat in your lap almost two months ago.

[Forward]

#William #anon #Monty #Andrew M #[Takes place after he sent the docks owl]#[But before he got upset about being a month late to Andrew's birthday CAUSE ANDREW SAID NOTHING]#dreliam #[Will's love life up until now]#Ask from October 23 #[You'll all instantly know where I started loosing it]

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chanshoesunite · 1 year

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24 Days of CHRISMAS: Day 11

Content info: slice of life, bang chan x fem!reader, neighbor!chan, neighbor!reader, idiots falling in love,

Word count: 1559

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, reader and Chan drink wine (drink responsively, kids!)

“Do I look cute?”

Hare, to her credit, looks as if she wants to roll her eyes but doesn’t. “Cute but like in a hoe-y yet elegant way,” she offers, which is basically what you had been going for in your deep red dress combined with a few cute accessories.

You nod. “Great.”

She smiles. “He’s really that cute, is he?”

You nod again. “He is.”

“And he has seven roommates?”

“He does,” you confirm as you check your eyeliner again.

Hare lets out a low whistle again. “Well, happy early birthday to us,” she says, checking her summer dress again. “I’ve only seen the tall one so far and that alone would have kept my dreams wet for months.”

The party has already started, you can hear it through the open windows – Chan said eight when he waved at you over the fence the other day while you were watering the flowers (great situation, very sexy, but at least you were wearing very little, so maybe that can trigger some car wash fantasies in him?), but you and your friend don’t want to look like Billy No-Mates-es, so you decided that 8:30 is the earliest you can possibly show up.

Hare slips her phone and a set of keys into the pocket of her flowery dress. “Let’s go. You look hot. And I’m even letting you claim the fame for my Nutella cake.” You smile lovingly at her, grab the plates and march through the door she’s holding open for you.

A minute later, you’re already ringing the doorbell, and it only takes a second before Chan opens the door. He is wearing a shirt this time, to your slight disappointment, but it’s a low-cut racerback, so you’re not too sad about it. His smile widens as he sees you, and there is a giddiness rising in you.

“The neighbours!” he exclaims happily, looking as if he wants to hug you, but that’s impossible with you carrying two plates of cake.

Hare to the rescue.

“Hi Chan,” she says, immediately understanding your reaction and grabbing the plates from you, “I’ll just quickly take those to the fridge, they need to be chilled, okay? Great, see you!” And she shoulders her way past him, winking at you before gliding away.

Chan looks confused for a second, but then he turns back to you and smiles even wider. “Hey, YN, I’m so glad you could make it!” And then he pulls you into a loose hug. His fresh cologne mixed with the scent of sun lotion is a decidedly summery smell and really makes you wish you could bottle it and spray it on your pillow, as weird as that might sound.

“Thanks for the invite,” you say, using the hug to run your hand over his muscly arms. Are you imagining him shivering? Too soon, you both let go again.

He steps aside. “Come in, there’s already lots of people here,” he says, and you smile as if it were good news that you’ll have to share Chan with all of them all night.

The next few hours pass by in a blur, though – there is lots of food, and Felix is excited to see you again and hang out with you, and you end up sitting in the grass with him, Hare, Hyunjin and lots of cake for longer than you would have thought, but you are having an amazing time. As night falls, there is a little bonfire, and someone starts playing the guitar as a few people sing. It’s more of a comfortable get-together than a full-on party, and since that’s much more up your alley, you’re comfortable and relaxed.

On your way back from the bathroom, you find Chan loading the dishwasher in the kitchen. Wordlessly, you start helping him, and as he glances up and finds you, a soft smile appears on his face.

“You don’t have to do this, you’re our guest, you should be having fun,” he chides lightly.

You grab another two plates. “And who makes sure that you are having fun?” you ask.

Chan pauses for a moment. “That’s a very sweet thing of you to say,” he admits quietly, and you share a warm smile over all the dirty dishes.

“So,” you begin. “Want to tell me how all of you ended up in this house together? Or would you rather we sang some Backstreet Boys again?”

The Backstreet Aussie laughs before launching into his tale, and you chat animatedly as you load the dishwasher and wash at least two dozen glasses. You find out that he works in music production, misses his dog Berry and considers Felix as a little brother.

“This house is the best thing that could have happened to us,” he says, “it’s like a chosen family.”

You smile. You know exactly what he means.

Soon, you’re finished cleaning up for the moment, and, drying your hands, you look at each other. Chan catches your wrist lightly, and his touch scalds your skin. “Want to get some food and go up to the balcony?” he asks. You don’t even hesitate – the butterflies in your stomach are cheering you on for it – and help him get some meat, sides and a bottle of white wine before following the guy upstairs – maybe it is a little bit reckless, but if anything should go south, there’s always Hare and her karate skills. You shoot her a quick message as you follow Chan up the stairs, and then you find yourself on a spacious balcony with a loveseat and a little table. You can see the party below in the darkness, but you yourselves are invisible to any onlookers from below. Perfect. Chan sets down the food on the table and then leans over the balustrade for a moment, looking down at the people eating, drinking, dancing and talking. He seems to be taking a deep breath. “I really wanted to meet you,” he admits. “I really liked our little duet last week. I just didn’t think a party would be the right way for me since – well, since I am the way I am.” What you hear is: I am not a guy for hook-ups. Oh thank fuck, you would have died if he had been a playboy. You stand next to him and touch his arm so he’ll meet your eye. “Good for you that I am the way I am, too, then.” You smile at each other for an endless moment, and then Chan tugs you back onto the love seat. “Let’s eat.” There you sit, feet up on the balustrade, eating and drinking, listening to the party sounds and laughing at the snippets of drunk conversation that drift up the wall of the house. Afterwards, you drink wine straight from the bottle, your conversation never halting, flowing effortlessly, as if you’ve known each other forever. You can’t see more than his outline, but he is beautiful in the moonlight, and the whole situation, this whole date within a party, seems to be a movie scene rather than something happening to you. The air gets chillier, though, and at some point, you can’t suppress a shiver. Chan notices it. “Do you need me to get you a hoodie?” he asks, looking over at you in a concerned manner. “I have many of those, if you like black?”

But you feel bold. “Your arm would do,” you say, and you can feel his smile more than you see it as he puts his arm around you, his hand warm on your skin. “Is this okay?” he asks, stroking your arm slightly with his hand, and maybe it is the wine, but you feel yourself ruining the romantic mood when you reply, “Believe when I say – I want it that way.” Chan stares for a second, then he explodes into giggles. “Honestly, YN, you’re too good to be true.” You join in his laughter, happy that your pun hasn’t put him off – because you want him to like you for who you really are. You can’t always be pretty in dresses and polite, anyway. He suddenly frowns, though. “I really can’t think of a Backstreet Boy lyric that has anything to do with kissing, though,” he murmurs, and it is obvious despite the dark that he is looking at your lips now. You take a deep breath. “Well, there’s always that 1D song, Kiss You?” Chan’s face lights up. “I can do a brilliant Harry Styles impression,” he promises. “I’m sure you can,” you smile and lean in, “but maybe show me some other time?” “I will,” he confirms, and closes the distance between you, pressing his lips gently to yours. It is sweet and innocent and cute and slow, the perfect first kiss between two people who don’t like to rush good things. It seems to last forever, even though you know it can’t have been longer than a minute. Once you’ve broken the kiss to get a decent breath, Chan leans in to gently kiss your cheek. “I’m glad we moved here,” he murmurs. “Me too,” you say, smiling sassily. “Feels like an upgrade from six children.” “Have you met Jisung?” “Fair point.” And you lean in to kiss him again, planning on making out all night on that little balcony loveseat. And so you do.

~End of Miniseries~

~Day 12~

#tortoise loves this too much for words ok bye #author hare #24 days of chrismas #bang chan drabble #bang chan fluff #bang chan fanfic #bang chan first kiss #bang chan date #bang chan x reader #bang chan x yn #skz fanfic #skz fluff #stray kids soft hours

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ferrethyun · 1 year

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When The Moon Met The Earth

Pairing: Moon witch!Lee Minho x Male!Moon God!Reader

Genre: Acquaintances to lovers?, Hurt not really much comfort (Absolute minimal comfort), Angst and some fluff

Word Count: 5.3k

Warnings: Supernatural elements, minor slowburn but its 5k so its not that slow, angst oml, minho is a cry baby at the end, swearing at the end, Moon witch! Minho, Elemental witch! Chan, Eclectic witch! Changbin, Divination witch! Hyunjin, Healer! Jisung, Hedge witch! Felix, Witch! Seungmin, Shifter! Jeongin, Moon god! reader, Seungmin has a bit of a breakdown and thinks hes a failure, magical violence with consequences? (It was unintentional violence), hurt and basically no comfort whoops Please let me know if I missed any warnings!!

Notes: This was part of Clownrachas monthly prompts from october! (Very delayed i know) enjoy and if you have feed back id love to hear it!!

Tag list: @snow-pegasus, @wooyussy, @brownieracha

Having the god of the moon in your home was an odd experience and not one many would experience. Minho was sure of that at least. What he wasn’t sure about was how he felt having you watch his every single move. He hadn’t meant to summon you that night; what was supposed to be a simple blessing and offering ritual turned into having the physical manifestation of the moon watching him as he worked his way around the kitchen, spoons stirring pots on their own and herbs flying across the kitchen as Minho used his magic to bring them over. “You have a lovely home, Minho” You mused as you wandered around, opening cupboards and taking a peek as you saw fit.

“Don’t touch anything, please” Minho replied, voice echoing in the cabinet that he was rifling through, “Felix will have my head if his ingredients are even an inch out of place.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t touch a thing” Your eyes shimmering as they followed him, marvelling at the iridescent fabric of the skirt he wore as it flowed behind him, “It’s been so long since I’ve been down here. I’m simply a little curious.”

Minho's actions stilled “How long is ‘so long’?” He asked.

“Give or take a few millennia.” You hummed out, taking a seat on one of the bar stools next to the kitchen island. The kitchen fell into silence, the only noises coming from the stove as a pot bubbled away and the kettle next to it began to whistle. Clattering of cups caught your attention, eyes back on Minho as he placed two cups down on the counter and spooned in a few herbs.

“What are you making?” You asked, head tilted with curiosity as you tried to look around the witch.

“Chamomile tea,” Minho responded in a mumble, concentrating on making the two drinks, “It’s good for nerves.”

“But I’m not nervous?” Came your reply, confusion twitching in your brow.

“Never said you were. Besides, I’d imagine a simple herbal tea wouldn’t have much of an effect on a god” Minho sighed, placing one of the cups in front of you.

“You need not be nervous around me, dear starlight,” A soft smile blessing your features as you inhaled the sweet yet fresh scent of the tea, “You’ve been a devoted follower all these years, just like the rest of your family. Do you remember when you were younger?”

His nose scrunched, Minho couldn’t remember much of his childhood; an unfortunate mishap with a memory spell that he had tried when he was seventeen caused most of his childhood memories to disappear. The only things he could remember were important events and his family “I can’t say that I do.”

He watched as you took a sip of your tea and chuckled into the cup, the sound like gentle wind chimes in his ears “I remember the day you did that memory spell. Very unfortunate mispronunciation was your downfall with that spell, by the way-” Looking into the eyes of the other, mischief danced behind your own, “-When you were seven, your family were preparing to do a full moon ritual, you professed your love for me.”

Minho couldn’t help the scoff that tumbled from his lips “Absolutely not.”

“It's true, you know?” You grinned, “You looked up at me with such awe, turned to your family and started rambling about how much you loved me and that one day you were going to marry me. Of course, I understand at that age what childish words mean and that you only thought of me as ‘the moon’. You’ve been so devout all these years, dear starlight. I couldn’t pass up an opportunity to finally come and see you in person.”

“Please, don’t call me that.” Minho frowned the cup in his hand suddenly becoming the most interesting thing in the world.

“As you wish,” He could hear the way your smile dropped, “I want to get to know you better, Minho. I only have until the full moon till I have to go back; please, at least grant me one wish.”

The words from your mouth shocked Minho. A god asking for a wish? How absurd “What is it?”

“Let me get to know you as more than just one of my followers,” You replied softly, “Let me get to know you as Minho. As one of your coven. I want to know you.”

The following quiet days allowed you time to meet the other members of Minho's coven; what was unusual about the coven is that there seemed to not be one true leader. Instead, the coven was made up of witches from various paths of practice. First, there was Christopher, or Chan as he asked to be called, an elemental witch with a particular affinity for fire magic. Then there was Changbin, who identified himself as an eclectic witch, choosing to incorporate his magic into more mundane tasks such as working out or in his music instead of focusing solely on spells or rituals.

One evening you met Hyunjin and Felix. The two had faces that could not be easily forgotten, their high cheekbones and sharp eyes reminiscent of pixies. Having come from the same village growing up, the two knew each other very well. Hyunjin explained that while his magic was mostly utilised in divination, he would also consider himself a hedge witch much like Felix was.

As you spoke to the two, the feeling of something curling around your ankle startled you. Taking a few steps back, you looked down to meet wide black pupils and a mass of orange fur “Soonie!” Felix called out, crouching down to stroke at the cat's head. As he stroked the feline, two more cats came strolling past. You couldn’t help but wonder whose they were and where they had been the past few days; given that you hadn’t left the house at all, it was surprising you hadn’t seen them at all.

“That’s Soonie, Doongie and Dori,” Hyunjin explained, coming to stand at your side, “They’re all Minho’s but only Doongie and Dori are pets. Soonie is his familiar.”

Soonie turned away from Felix as you crouched down, padding over and sniffing at your stretched-out hand with curiosity. After a couple of seconds, the cat nuzzled its head into your hand, letting out loud purrs that rumbled through the living room. However, the moment of peace was short-lived as someone came barreling into the room, tripping on the rug and falling face-first to the ground with a loud groan causing the three felines to scatter in different directions “Oh stars! Are you okay?” You gasped out, a mortified look washing over your features.

The figure on the floor simply responded with a thumbs up in your general direction before letting his hand hit the floor limply “I think I’m just gonna lay here and die now, thanks.” They groaned out into the rug, voice muffled by the fibres.

“Please don’t. No one wants to clean up your dead body today.” Hyunjin deadpanned with crossed arms.

“That’s Jisungie. He’s our healer.” Felix explained, meeting your eyes with a grin. You could swear that his freckles sparkled under the sunlight for a split second “He’s been away on a trip that’s why you haven’t met him yet.”

“Trust me, with how loud he is, you’ll never not know where he is at any given moment,” Hyunjin spoke up, you could see his eyes roll from where he now sat on the sofa.

“Han Jisung, if you do not pick yourself up from that floor right now. So help me, gods, I will come in there!” An all too familiar tingle ran up your arms and down your spine at the yelling of Minho. Even though he had referenced multiple gods, he only ever honoured you in his practice; the link that this had created over time made you all too aware of whenever he called upon a god.

“We don’t need any more god's help if we already have one with us though.” A new voice chirped from the doorway. Looking up, you saw that it was Jeongin. You had met him the same day that you had asked to get to know Minho better. Granted, it wasn't a normal introduction, especially when a fox suddenly jumps up in your lap and then jumps back down with a squeak after finally looking up at who he had jumped on. That’s how you learnt that Jeongin was not a witch but instead a shifter, welcomed into the coven just as equally as the rest were despite not being of the same magical affinity.

Just over Jeongins shoulder, you could make out the face of the last member of the coven, Seungmin. Despite most witches his age having come to find their speciality, he had not. His magic was abundant, to the point anyone could feel it radiating off his body in waves, but it seemed to never get used outside of helping his fellow coven members with simple spells and rituals. Despite his neutral face whenever asked about his magic speciality, it was easy to tell that it was becoming harder and harder to talk about; the frustration mixing into his aura daily slowly beginning to unsettle your brain. This had already planted seeds of ideas into your brain, all you needed to do was find a way to initiate the plan that began to formulate “Seungmin,” Your words silencing the hubbub of the room, “Can I talk to you? Alone possibly?”

“Me?” Seungmins' features scrunched as he pointed to himself. You nodded in response and headed in the direction of the kitchen,

Seungmin almost tripping over his feet as he hurried to follow. Seungmin couldn’t help the way his hands gripped together and twisted in anxiety as he stood in front of you; the silence in the room was thick and suffocating “Seungmin, it is to my understanding that you don’t have a particular path of magic that you follow, right?” You began, watching as the other's head dipped in what seemed like shame, “There’s nothing wrong with not knowing your path at this age. I’ve known many followers of mine to only discover their path later in life. Most come to their powers naturally but I can feel the distress that this situation causes you. I want to help you.”

The young witch's head shot up in shock, his hands stilling their anxious actions “Help me?” His voice was quiet.

“Yes. Your magical energy is abundant and waiting to find its release and I’m hoping that, with my own powers and influence, I can help you.” You hummed in response, hand coming up with a delicate twirl. Seungmin watched in awe as white mist formed around it before shooting off around the room then dashing up to hit the ceiling; his jaw-dropping further as a starry scene took over the top of the room, the temperature dropping slightly.

“I- I don-” He started.

“Absolutely not.” A voice cut in from the doorway. You watched with a neutral expression as Minho stormed past his coven mate and into your personal space, anger flaring behind his eyes “You of all people should know that a witch's path is their own to find!”

“Minho, do you not understand the distress this causes Seungmin?” You quizzed, watching as the youngers head dipped again to avoid Minho's gaze, “I only want to help him, I’m not here to interfere with the path that he begins on.”

Minho could only let out a low sigh, he hadn’t realised that Seungmin would feel so upset about not having a path. He prided himself on being able to take care of all of his coven members but he had failed to miss this one small detail. How? “Fine,” He eventually murmured, “But I have to be there for anything you try. I don’t want him to go through this alone.”

The next day came the first attempt at trying to find Seungmin's path. You, Seungmin, Minho and Felix had gone out earlier in the day to collect some herbs and other medicinal plants, planning to create various concoctions and baked goods with what had been harvested; it was certainly interesting to watch the way Felix interacted with the nature that surrounded the covens home. The witch would take his time harvesting, leaving offerings and thanks after asking the earth permission to harvest its abundant goods. The forest seemed to sway with gentle winds and life as he laughed at a joke that Seungmin made, the rays that escaped through the canopy making the hedge witch's skin glow. With the way he interacted with nature and it responded, you could tell that mother nature favoured him and offered him her support wherever he went.

Eventually, as the sun began to burn in the afternoon hours, the kitchen filled with life. The counters were covered with various herbs and the smell of yeast began to fill the air as Felix and Seungmin focused on making dough, the two taking turns kneading when the other got tired “Hmmmm, I think it needs more flour?” Seungmin pondered, lifting his dough-clad hands from the bowl.

Felix looked into the bowl and then to Seugmins hands and let out a small huffed laugh “I think so too” He grinned, “Hey, Min? Could you grab the flour? My hands are kinda sticky so I don’t wanna get it all over the cupboard”

Minho ventured in the direction of the cupboard he knew was Felixes, rummaging through the plentiful ingredients as he tried to find the sack of flour “Felix, how many ingredients do you need in one cupboard?” Minho grunted out, his voice lilted with a teasing tone.

“Hey! You can never-” Felix cut himself off with a yelp, “Seungmin!” Minho closed the cupboard door and turned to find the two younger witches wrestling each other, Felixs’ cheeks covered in sticky dough and Seungmin grinning like a fool as he tried to get more over his coven mate's face.

“You two are unbelievable,” Minho sighed, placing the flour on the kitchen island in front of the two bickering males, “This bread will never be made if you keep it like this.” This caused the two to split with shy grins on their faces, though Seungmins held a more gloating look as he preened at his win. Minho's eyes flitted to your form, your shoulders shook gently as you tried to hide your laughter behind your hands.

“Come here Felix, let’s clean you up.” Your voice was warm as you made your way towards him with a cloth in hand. Minho watched as you wiped at the youngers cheek with a gentle touch, his eyes softening when he saw the gentle gaze your eyes held “There, all clean!” You grinned, ruffling at Felixs’ hair. Minho didn’t miss the way that Felix's head tilted into your touch, his heart warming at the sight of the interaction.

“Uhm… Moon?” Seungmin said, “You have flour on your nose.” Your face contorted in surprise, nose scrunching and wiggling as if you were trying to get it off. Felix and Seungmin couldn’t help the boisterous laughter that left them as they watched you go cross-eyed trying to look at the offending flour. Minho let out a soft huff before making his way around the island and towards you, thumbing the flour off your nose when you turned to him.

“There, it's gone,” Minho said, grinning at the surprise in your eyes, “Now, can we get back to the bread? We’re supposed to be helping Seungmin see if he’s a hedge witch you know?”

“Oh yeah! The flour, could you pass it over here, Moon?” Felix asked, grin never leaving his cheeks as he watched you move the flour across the counter. The baking continued with a warm hum, the kitchen buzzing with Felix’s magic; soon enough, the bread made its way into the oven and the kitchen was in the process of being cleaned.

“Hey, Moon?” Felix called out across the room

“Hm? Yes?”

“Do you have a name? It feels weird to just call you moon even though you are the moon, you know?”

“I haven’t had a name in a while…” You pondered in response, “How about you pick one for me?” Felix let out a noise at this, muttering to himself as he thought through all of the options his brain could create.

The room sat in silence for what felt like hours before someone spoke up “What about Y/n?” Minho’s voice was small as if he didn’t want to be heard.

You paused, eyes studying the moon witches form with a tender look “Y/n…” You tested, “I like it. Thank you, Minho.”

When the first attempt at finding Seungmins path came up fruitless, you moved to Hyunjin. Divination was a common aspect of many witches' paths but some, like Hyunjin, excelled in it. That's how you found yourself in a small room that was tucked away in the back of the coven's home; the room had no windows and relied on candlelight to light the space. The hardwood floor was covered with various rugs, cushions and blankets. In the centre of the room was a round low table, atop it sat a teapot and four cups with loose-leaf tea in them. “You know, when you said we’d be reading tea today, I imagined it would be Seungmin only.” Minho huffed as he took a seat next to the table.

“Just because my tarot cards told you the truth that you didn’t want to hear that one time, doesn’t mean you can be grumpy every time it comes to divination,” Hyunjin quipped while rolling his eyes “Besides, I think it will be fun to see what happens since it's been a while since I’ve done this with any of the coven.”

“I think this will be rather interesting.” You spoke up watching as Seungmin nodded in agreement.

Hyunjin grinned “You’re outnumbered Mr.grumpy gills. Now, let's read!” Hyunjin took his time explaining the steps that would occur as he poured out the hot water into the cups, taking his time to pour with intention. The four of you conversed as the tea steeped, Hyunjin eagerly recalling the story of Minhos tarot reading when you asked about it. Soon enough, the tea had steeped long enough and Hyunjin explained the steps once more, making sure to watch over the other two witches and make sure that everything was done correctly. Once the teacups had been flipped back over, Hyunjin peered into each of the cups, murmuring softly to himself but his face never budging from a neutral expression “Okay, Seungminnie we’ll start with you,” Hyunjin spoke up, clasping his hands together gently,

“What symbols can you see in your cup?”

The younger witches brow furrowed as he glanced into his cup, squinting at the leaves “I mean, not much?” His lips pursed in a thin line, “This one at the bottom kinda looks like a star? But other than that, none of this makes sense to me. I can’t even feel a stir in my magic right now”

Hyunjin hummed in response “That’s alright, divination may not be your path but the leaves still tell me a lot,” Hyunjin grabbed the youngers up and began explaining what he saw “You were right about the star at the bottom and at the top here you can see an axe. Things are looking good for you, Seungie”

“That’s amazing,” A smile took over your face, your voice calling attention to you, “You really are an amazing witch Hyunjin. Do you think you can see anything in my cup?” Hyunjin grinned at your praise, pink dusting his cheeks as he reached over and took your cup. The room was silent for a moment, breaths held as you all watched his brow furrow and how his eyes darted around the ceramic “Is everything alright?”

Hyunjins head snapped up as if he had been pulled from a trance “Y-yeah! Everythings fine, it’s perfect even,” he stuttered, “Your leaves are all at the top of the cup, which confused me a little but there’s nothing bad at least” You could feel the soar in the witches magic, a grimace taking place on your face for a fleeting moment before you smiled once more.

“I’m glad to hear that” You spoke softly, taking the cup out of Hyunjins shaking hands. Hyunjin could feel the warm pulse of your magic flow from his hands and wash over his shoulders, you had to know what was in that cup, there’s no way you didn’t. The witches eyes locked with yours, a small pleading look behind his own eyes as he glanced over at Minho and Seungmin and then back to you; your own eyes held a gentle sorrow as you subtly shook your head at him. He let out a soft sigh as he pulled his hands back, now reaching for the moon witches cup.

“Before you start, I don’t want to know what anything in that cup means” Minho grumbled, his eyes darting to your form, not missing the interaction that you had just had with Hyunjin, “Just read it and tell me what you see.” It wasn’t that Minho didn’t want to know, in fact, he already knew what his cup meant; he’d rather not acknowledge the truth that the leaves held for him.

“Well, I can see a few things.” Hyunjin started, “A broken wheel, an umbrella, rain and a question mark to name a few. Jeez…”

“Maybe it’s best if we stop?” Seungmin cut in, voice strained, feeling the rising tension in the room.

Murmur's agreement filled the room “There’s still some bread and other bakes from the other day, maybe we should have some?” You suggested, “Help take our minds off of things for now”

“This already feels like a terrible idea” Seungmins tone was nervous as he stood in front of the lit bonfire, “If I was an elemental witch, surely I would have figured that out by now?”

“Don’t be silly, Seungmin” Chan grinned as he shook his hand to put out the fire that lit the tips of his fingers, “I didn’t figure it out till I was twenty so there’s nothing out of the ordinary about it.”

“Still. I don’t think trying to control literal fire is the best way to go about this!” the younger witch exclaimed, emphasizing the words ‘literal fire’, “Maybe water would be easier to start with? or maybe even earth?”

Chan looked as if he was sulking “You and I both know that’s a terrible idea when I’m around”

“If worse come to worse, we can always seek out elemental witches outside of the coven” Your voice piped up from next to the bonfire,

“Being an elemental witch is another one that takes time due to how many elements there are”

“Hey! This’ll work, I know it!” Chan pouted.

“It’s best not to get Seungmins hopes up Chan,” Minho hissed in the elemental witches ear, “We spoke about this.”

Chan muttered a small apology before going back to the bonfire, the flames leaning towards him as if they were trying to hug the elemental witch. His hands waved over the fire, the flames turning a darker red instantly “The cooler flames are easier to control if it's your first time,” Chan began explaining, “You have to connect with it, feel the bond between the flame and your own inner flame. The fire will be attracted to your magic, let it get a sense of you first before trying to control it.”

You could see the hesitance on Seungmins face, his hands wringing together with anxiety; a habit he couldn’t seem to kick “Maybe, we should have started with a smaller flame?” You suggested, unsure of how this situation would turn out, “A bonfire is rather… much.”

“You don’t have to do this today, Seungmin,” Minho added, his voice softened by the tension.

“N-No, it’s fine! I got this” Seungmins tone was shaky at best, “It’ll be fine!”

It wasn't fine.

The moment that Seungmin had felt the flames' warmth under his hand, the flame spat ashes and embers at him; the young witch recoiling and falling to the ground with a rapidly approaching flame headed towards him. All he could do was watch in horror as he scrambled backwards.

“Chan do something!” Minho yelled out, panic racking through his bones as he ran towards Seungmin, “Fucking do something, you dunce!”

“I’m trying!” Chan grunted back, eyes aflame, “It’s outside of the boundary I set for it. It has to be extinguished!”

“What do you think I’m trying to do, Christopher?” Minho hissed, trying to snub out the flame with his foot.

Having heard and then seen the chaos that was occurring outside, it was no surprise when Felix came running over with a bucket of water; quickly extinguishing the flame, breath heaving from how fast he had run over “Are you guys alright?”

No one responded, the air thick and reeking of tension. Your heart was racing from anxiety and shame, you could have done something and didn’t “I think-”

“This is all your fault!” Minho cut in, having appeared in front of you, “I should have never let you do this to Seungmin. He could have died!”

“Minho, you need to calm down.”

“Don’t tell me to calm down!” He seethed, pushing you back with force, “I could have lost a coven mate and for what? Yet another failed attempt at finding his path?”

“Min-”

“Don’t! You of all people should know better than this! To think I was letting you in and-”

“Stop it! Just stop!” Seungmin cried out, now standing on trembling legs, “I get it- I’m the one failure in this coven because I don’t have a path!” Everyone stilled, no one moving even an inch. You watched as the young witch hugged and curled in on himself; shaking shoulders warning you of the impending tears.

“Seungmin…” You breathed out, taking a small step towards him only to be met with an arm. Minho blocking your way.

“Don’t even think about going near him” He gritted out, “You’ve done enough damage already.”

“Minho can you not see-” your words fell on deaf ears.

“Just be quiet! Both of you!” Seungmins hands were now covering his ears in an attempt to block out all of the yelling, “I swear on the moon if you two don't shut up, I’ll make you!” Everything seemed to slow at that moment; from Seungmins outburst of yelling and power to the cold feeling of magic that hit you square in the back after shifting places with Minho. Seungmin was once again on the floor, curled in on himself with black swirling masses surrounding him in a protective circle.

Minho couldn’t help the way that his jaw dropped open “W-What?” He stammered out, not attempting to move your hand that now lay on his shoulder, “Seungmin?”

You looked at the moon witch then at the younger witch on the floor and sighed “So it seems he does have a path after all” You grimaced, a shudder filling your body.

“What is it?” Minho asked, his voice now meek and shaken.

“That, starlight, is black matter-” making your way over to the black voids and holding a hand out to it “-It seems that your dear Seungmin is a cosmic witch.”

“Is it dangerous?”

“When handled correctly, it’s not” You let out a shaky laugh, “This explains why his magical energy was so abundant. In order for it to leave, he needs to calm down and settle his energy.”

The moon witch shook his head, trying to break the haze of shock that glazed over his brain “How do we do that?” His hands wringing together. Huh. So that’s where Seungmin got it from.

You pulled your hand back from the black matter, noticing the faint translucent greying at the tips of your fingers that was moving to creep up your hands. Looking down, you were greeted with a similar sight licking at your ankles “Well, it seems he got most of the energy out when he shot out his magic at us to protect himself. So, it shouldn’t be hard to do” You gave Minho a tight-lipped smile, watching as his eyes widened as they fell to look at your rapidly disappearing hand.

“W-Wait. What’s happening? What do you mean he shot at us? What’s wrong with your hand?” Minho's questions came at you rapid fire, your lack of answers doing nothing to quell his anxieties.

“Looks like I have to leave a little early, starlight” Your words were soft, so soft but swimming with sorrow.

“Leave? What- No!” The moon witch exclaimed, grimacing at the way his hands shook and the lump in his throat refused to go away “You can’t! I’ve only just-” He sucked in a breath of air “-Just started to know you. To care for you. To love you! You can’t…”

“Oh, starlight…” Your voice was soft, threatening to shake with tears

“You have to stay, please!” Tears started to flow down the moon witches face with no sign of stopping any time soon, “Please, please, please just stay…”

“Don’t worry, my dear starlight. I’ll tell the stars all about you. ”

A stuttered breath fell from Minho's tear-wet lips “You can’t go, not now. It’s not fair!” His hands grasping at the front of your shirt, the wrinkles deep with hidden pain.

“Life is not always fair.” your voice was soft. Minho let out another soft sob as he met eyes with your glistening ones, leaning his head into your faint hands as they came to cup at his cheeks. He could feel the way you wiped at his never-ending tears, your touch as gentle as the comforting words you murmured out; not that Minho could hear them, his head full of white noise and a dull thudding from trying to catch his breath.

Suddenly, he pushed forwards into your arms, head coming to the crook of your neck and arms now around your torso. Your hands stilled in the air for a moment before coming to wrap around the witch, one hand rubbing at his back and the other resting on his head. Even though they weren’t visible, you could still feel Minho's shuddering back. Looking up at the star-clad sky, you couldn’t help but sigh “It’s time for me to go, dear starlight”

“Please… No…” Minho's voice was weak now, all of his pent-up energy gone, spent on tears.

“I don’t have long my starlight, so let me say this” You breathed out, your own eyes shimmering when the moon witch lifted his head to look at you, “You’ve always been more than just a follower to me and being here has only developed my feelings towards you more. While I admit, I originally wanted them to stay solely platonic. I think we’ve both found ourselves a little deeper than we thought we would end up. Fate played her hand for us-”

“If fate was involved she’d let you stay!” Minho sobbed out, a fresh stream of tears cascading down his cheeks.

“Fate works in so many ways, starlight.” You murmured out, “Just as it was fate that you summoned me. It’s fate that I have to return early”

“Please… Don’t go.” Minho was now whimpering, “You can’t. I’m your starlight. You said it yourself”

“Yes, you are. Just as I am yours and always will be”

“My moon” Minho tested, his voice a little less shaken. His hand coming to cup at your cheek.

“Your moon” You confirmed, tilting your head into his hand. The next few minutes flew by in seconds. One minute you could feel Minho's lips on your own and then the next they were gone.

Minho could only stare into the empty space in front of him, hands grasping to a form that was no longer there.

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24 to 25 days of SKZMAS | December 25th - Finale

pairing: Han Jisung x Reader

genre: mutual pining

synopsis: It is the day of the long-awaited Christmas party, and everyone has a date to spend the night with. Everyone other than Jisung and his deskmate...

warnings: -

words: 2604

a/n: how we refer to the boys' dates:

Chan: significant other

Minho: partner in crime

Changbin: lover

Hyunjin: better half

Jisung: lovebug

Felix: soulmate

Seungmin: sweetheart

Jeongin: date

25th day of SKZMAS

December 25th

You are not sure what to expect from this Christmas party. You have attended a number of such parties before, of course, but this one feels different somehow. Being on the organizing committee, you are kind of expected to take credit for all the hard work that went into the decoration, catering and planning of the night… which you aren't sure you deserve.

Granted, you've been a little distracted. With the emotional rollercoaster of the past weeks, you wouldn't blame anyone for not having their head in the game, but of course, you do blame yourself. You just can't seem to get over the fact that you were one step away from happily ever after… until it disappeared with a disappointing poof.

“Yo, everything alright?” Jisung asks as he stops by your side. He looks gorgeous, even more so than usual. He is wearing a red shirt with tight, black jeans and his signature chunky boots, and a goofy, Grinch-esque clip-on tie around his neck. He looks effortlessly gorgeous and you would prefer not to look at him… it just makes it all harder.

“Peachy.” you hum, but you undeniably check him out from head to toe before looking away. “Kind of feeling bad for leaving all the work for Felix and his soulmate.” you admit as you glance over to the couple, snacking at the chocolate fountain.

“Oh, that. Yeah.” Jisung says in a mutter. He hasn’t really thought about that. “But they love these things! Look at them, I am sure they would’ve never taken the extra step if it wasn’t for the organizing shenanigans. And for my genius advice, of course.”

“Yeah, what would we do without you?” you ask with a sad sigh. “Do you wanna get some champagne?”

“Duh, let’s get fucked up!” Jisung grins at you and takes your hand in his, tugging you along to the table with the drinks. You run into Chan and his significant other, the latter sipping some wine, the former pouring some hot chocolate for himself.

“Are you the designated driver?” you ask Chan playfully as you reach them, holding Jisung’s hand tighter, not wanting him to let go.

“No, I'm pregnant.” he jokes as he clings his glass with his significant other’s. “Just kidding.” he says and he seems to be much more relaxed and laid-back. He is pretty cool, compared to the ball of stress you see him as in the office.

“You guys have been together forever, I wouldn’t be surprised if you were.” Jisung says with a sweet smile, and he also pours some drinks for the two of you. “No pressure, though. You are young and have your whole life ahead!” he adds, and you bite back a smile. Yeah, definitely an expert on love.

“I promise, you will be the first to know.” his significant other chuckles and they gently touch Chan’s arm. “Can you take this for me? I have to use the bathroom.”

“Sure thing.” he smiles oh so fondly before exchanging a quick peck on the lips and taking their drink.

“Could you guys keep a secret?” Chan asks suddenly when his significant other is out of hearing distance.

“Oh we love secrets!” you gasp, leaning in eagerly.

“I am very good at keeping them.” Jisung nods solemnly. “Wait, are you actually-”

“No, Jisung.” Chan rolls his eyes but he can't bite back his grin. “I’m going to propose to them in Paris.” he announces in a hushed tone before taking out a box from his inside pocket.

“Oh my god, it's beautiful!” you compliment as he opens the box and shows off a shiny ring. He must have been saving up… and he is proposing in Paris? So romantic!

“Oh, mate, congrats! That’s like, the most romantic thing ever.” Jisung says excitedly, and did you imagine it or did he actually glance at you just now?

“Thank you.” he chuckles, looking between the two of you. “I hope they say yes.” he wonders before slipping the ring back in his pocket. “What are your plans for the future?”

“O-our?” Jisung asks, glancing at you. “Well, we plan on getting drunk tonight, spending the holidays at home, and then probably New Year’s- oh, shit, right, I forgot to tell you, I’m throwing a party on New Year’s! Please come?” he asks you with big, puppy eyes. With everything going on, he sorta just expected that you would always be around… no party is perfect without you.

You are quite taken aback, as you always are by Jisung’s sudden outbursts. You try your best to not get hurt at the fact that he forgot to invite you up until now.

“I will think about it.” you respond instead. Maybe you should go on a dating site and forget about your feelings for Jisung, you think. Soon enough, Chan’s significant other returns from the bathroom and they start being cute and lovey-dovey in no time. You long to have what they have…

“Everyone is so in love.” Jisung also notes, looking around to spot Seungmin and his sweetheart gushing over a photo album, Jeongin and his date dancing to the cheesy Christmas song that’s playing, and Minho… well.

“You can’t eat more pudding than me. Do you even know me?” Minho scoffs, watching his partner in crime with a grimace but you can tell they are holding hands under the table.

“Oh yeah? Is that a challenge?” they question him with a cocked brow.

“Good to see that some things never change.” you chuckle at the sight of the two.

“What? You couldn't seriously think that we will be like Chan and his significant other.” the partner in crime chuckles.

“I wouldn’t dare.” Jisung says, a shiver running down his spine. Seeing Minho so whipped… that sounds terrifying.

“What are the two of you up to, now that the Christmas party is done?” Minho asks, watching the two of you intently.

Why does everyone assume there is anything going on? “Getting drunk. Enjoying the party.” you shrug. “What about you two?”

“Vengeance.” your colleague says from Minho’s side before they exchange a devilish grin.

“Oh no. One Minho was terrifying enough, now there is two?!” Changbin sighs from a few chairs away, sipping his eggnog, arm around his lover’s shoulders.

“Ew, don't compare us!” Minho’s partner in crime frowns.

“They really are the same. You were right.” Changbin’s lover chuckles, patting his cheek gently.

“I’m always right, baby.” Changbin says with a handsome grin, leaning in to press a kiss on their lips.

Jisung shakes his head sadly, pointing fingerguns at the two. “Another one.” he says and bites in his bottom lip as the textbook example of a sad fuckboy.

“Don’t do that.” you giggle, pushing him a tiny bit as the alcohol seeps in your brain. “We can at least count on Hyunjin…” you start but when you search for him, you find him looking at his roommate with fond and loving eyes, holding their hand tight and caressing their knuckles with his thumbs. “I'll take that back.” you whine.

“It looks like it's only you two who couldn't find a date for this party.” Seungmin materializes from thin air, making Jisung jump.

“Holy sh- you are so freaking creepy sometimes!” Jisung whines, and realizes only a second later that he took your hand in fear. He lets go quickly, clearing his throat. “Well, unlike you overly romantic folk, we don't need a date, right?” he asks, looking at you. “We have each other. That's better than any date.”

“Jesus.” you mutter under your breath. “You are so… unbelievable sometimes.” you huff, anger fuming through your body due to the pain of rejection. “Excuse me. I have to go to the restroom.” And with that, you are off.

“You are very dense, aren't you?” Seungmin scoffs. Jisung is frozen in his tracks, blinking after you as you disappear in the bathroom.

“What’s going on?” Hyunjin arrives, holding his better half's hand while the other is planted in his suit jacket.

“I- have no idea.” Jisung says as he looks around his friends. “Did I say something wrong?”

“You’ve only been saying the wrong things.” Seungmin explains. “You should take a hint from Jeongin. He got himself a date in a month and you have been pining for how long exactly?”

“Around two years.” Jisung says absently before he blinks up at Seungmin. “Wait- how did you-”

“Jisung, honey, everyone knows.” Minho’s partner in crime says.

“I think you should thank Felix for putting up with your dumbassery for the past month because if I were him, I probably would've locked the two of you in a storage room until you confess.” Minho says nonchalantly.

At that, Jeongin, who has just sat down with his date, turns to them with wide eyes. Jisung stares at him, shaking his head slowly.

“I don't think that would have helped, hyung.” Jeongin chuckles nervously, stuffing his mouth with a Christmas cookie.

“You little-” Jisung mutters before he meets Minho's eyes.

“Go after them, Hannie.” he says softly, and wow, is he dying or something? Why is Minho not calling him an idiot? “Don't be an idiot.”

“Ah, yeah, okay.” Jisung says, taking a deep breath and starting towards the door which leads to the bathrooms.

“Do you guys think he will be okay?” Changbin’s lover asks.

“He is a smart boy, despite everything you've just witnessed.” Changbin says with a smile, pressing a kiss on their cheek. “They've been like this forever… it's high time one of them made a move.”

Jisung runs into you as you are about to return, having forgotten your phone on the booze table. Just your luck… and now, you are staring at the face you've been trying your hardest to ignore, or at least find it in yourself to not care about.

“Oh- I was just… about to go looking for you.” Jisung says and you watch him nervously chew down on his bottom lip.

“I told you, I went to the bathroom.” you sigh tiredly. “What? You couldn't stand all the couples any longer?”

“No, that's not it…” Jisung mutters, eyes running around your face. Is it really possible that he has been ignoring all the signs so far? “Actually… I wanted to see if you are okay. Because I, well, I care about you.”

As a friend would, you remind yourself. “I’m okay, don't worry.” you sigh and bite your tongue. “We shouldn't hang out this much.” However, the words still roll off your tongue despite your best efforts.

Jisung's eyes grow wide, almost comically so, and he is at a loss for words for a second. “... what? Why?!”

“Because!” you whine, not really wanting to explain how embarrassingly in love you are with him. “If we keep hanging out, we might never have the chance to find a new love.”

“Then don't!” Jisung exclaims. In the shocked silence, he looks just as surprised that he said that as you are. “I mean! You are wonderful and truly one of the coolest people I know! And you deserve true love more than anyone I've ever known! And if it is with someone else, well, that has to be fine with me because I fucked up my own chance already.” he says and his face is gradually turning more and more miserable.

“Jisung, slow down and rewind.” you shut your eyes as you think back of what he said. “You haven't ruined your chances. It just doesn't make sense, why do I give you all these chances when you are clearly not interested in me.” you pout.

Jisung closes his eyes, trying to recompose himself. His mind is doing the thing again where he is letting his stream of consciousness flow without making any sense.

“Guys?”

You both look up to see all your friends watching the two of you, with Felix pointing at you. No, not at you, something above you.

“Oh.” is all Jisung can say as you both stare at the mistletoe sneakily hanging over your heads.

“Oh.” you mirror him, fidgeting with your fingers.

“Took you long enough to stand here.” Felix's soulmate chuckles.

“They trapped us on purpose.” Jisung says, looking at you with a little smile and he is fidgeting with his fingers. “So, uhm… it would be rude not to follow the tradition.” he says in a small, hopeful voice. “Do you think I could… kiss you maybe?”

All air is knocked out of your chest at his question as you stare at each other. Jisung's eyes are filled with hope and worry while your own heart picks up a deafening pace.

“Yes.” is all you mutter and out of the corner of your eye you can see Felix’s soulmate grabbing his hand and dragging him away to give you privacy.

And with that, Jisung plucks up all the courage he has left in him to lean in and press a kiss on your lips. The angle is a little awkward at first, but once you kiss him back, he seems to remember how to move his hands and he places one on your cheek, the other on your waist to pull you closer.

You grab onto his shirt as you pull him flat against your chest, the two of you now fully making out and you swear you can feel yourself levitating. He must feel it too because he holds onto you tighter, worried that you might slip out of his hold if he isn't careful enough.

“Oh my gosh, look away.” Jeongin's date tells him and covers his eyes with a chuckle.

It makes Jisung come back to his senses, and he reluctantly pulls away. You are glad to see you had a similar effect on him as he did on you, because his breathing is shallow and he can't wipe that cute, dumb little smile off his face.

“Holy shit.” he mutters, giggling and holding you tightly against him. “You like me back.”

“Of course I like you, dumbass!” you gasp, hitting his chest. “You could have asked, you know! I had a crush on you since my first day here.”

“You mean we could've been doing this for 2 years?!” he asks and his cheeks are bright pink now. “But- you can't just walk up to the new person on their first day like hi, you are gorgeous, wanna make out? Even though I very much wanted to, but was told I shouldn't!”

“Who told you that?” you chuckle at his honesty, drawing little circles on his chest.

Jisung instinctively glances at Minho who is trying to hide behind his glass of wine. “Doesn't matter.” he shakes his head before he cups your cheeks with both hands. “All that matters is that you don't find me weird for being in love with you.”

“God.” you blush and lean in his cold palms. “No. If you agree to not find me weird for being in love with you too.”

“Oh.” Jisung says and his grin grows unbelievably wider, eyes disappearing almost completely and you have never loved anyone more. “No, I think that's pretty convenient then.” he says before pulling you in for another kiss.

You giggle into the kiss, hugging him tight as the two of you make out.

“Your plan worked.” Felix's soulmate giggles cutely, playing with his hand.

“Yeah, let's pretend this wasn't the backup plan of the backup plan.” Felix grins and he presses a kiss on their forehead. At the end of the day, he was right. This is the best Christmas ever.

The End. ♡

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