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Your First Date With Baekhyun

:: bbh x sm apprentice!reader

words. 10k

warnings ⚠️ idol au hc, pining, brief angst, eventual car sex 👀, tw light injuries bc baek is clumsy in love, oral fixation, finger sucking, rough sex, making out

↳ NOTE. here we go again with the slow burn ✊🔥

It all starts with a divine act of clumsiness.

An accident, completely out of the blue.

Who is surprised, what else could it be.

Ever since Baekhyun violently bumped into you from behind in the SM cafeteria to avoid Mark spilling red hot Americano on him… life has never been the same.

That you walked in on him walking around mighty topless, with you wanting to clear the dance practice room many hours after work three times already does not help.

It’s always the same chain of events. He practices for longer than the others and gets sweaty, pulls off his shirt, pauses the music for a five-minute break. That’s unintentionally making it seem like everyone is already gone and the room is empty — you are deceived by it every time, and he almost gets a heart attack himself. We know how easily embarrassed Baekhyun is with showing skin by accident, outside of any shower stalls that is, let alone being caught stripping by himself.

The first time he screams and you scream, off you run after quickly shutting the door. He tries his best to cover himself up with his hands, but to no avail. Lucas, Kai, and Johnny are no longer the only Magic Mikes under this rowdy fucking roof anymore. Even if you turned around fast, you saw more than a whole lot.

You know how scared Baekhyun is by surprises, he gets all fidgety. Even after four whole minutes, he still sits with the music off breathing harder than he did from powering through four jointbreaking ligament-snappers I mean EXO choreographies.

Lot of thoughts on his mind, lot of blood pumping through him. Baekhyun can hear a pretty hefty heartbeat pound in his ears. Eventually, he shakes his head at himself and does switch the music back on. But even that doesn’t distract him, nor can he concentrate on the moves. He keeps on asking himself — what the hell is wrong, what is this, why does he act like that?

So, he ends up sneaking out of the room to call it a day. You were waiting in the nearby corridor to do the cleaning after he left. But now, you hide behind a shelf with props and miscellanea to avoid him.

Of course, Baekhyun comes to grab a water bottle from said cupboard. Well, oh shit. He has his shorts on, and his calves are literally 20 inches away from you. He doesn’t see you crouching down there, but your pulse is going through the roof now, too.

In fact, not even the days when Taeyong is walking around the company in a sexy as hell crop top could cause you such a panic. And that is the highest possible bar already. The average apprentice almost faints.

There’s pungent sweat that can knock you out of your socks… and then there’s sexy sweat scent mixed with men’s deodorant. Baekhyun leaves the latter after rushing out of the corridor. It’s even more intense in the practice room, if not absolutely unbearable. Oh boy. Pheromones, please no.

It’s almost as if you’re taking a bath in cologne. You’re getting nauseous and tingly from how it gets to you. You can hardly focus on scrubbing the mirror. If only the guy knew what horniness he is causing just by infusing the air, what the fucking fuck.

The second time, he jerks up again, but tries to explain himself. But so do you, ending up with a mutual, stuttering word spill in sync.

Neither of you understood what the other was saying because you were too busy with a knee-jerk dialogue. Anxious all over, you quickly leave and eventually end up hiding behind the cupboard again. The new comeback track blasts even louder in the practice room.

The third occasion, you no longer flinch at each other and laugh a little, mighty embarrassed still, but apologize with knowing eyes. This time, you enter the room after a small „Can I?“ and at least manage to clear some noodle boxes and unused towels from the backup dancers away, and pin a new schedule to the door.

Baekhyun quickly pulls over his plain white tee and keeps on mumbling sorry, sorry like he’s Super Junior, practically scraping the ground with his hair because he bows so deep.

You’ve never seen him this awkward. Instead of his usual one-liners and most effortless conversation starters, he resorts to switching on the music again after frantically looking everywhere but in your direction. He sings his lines right along, getting back into the routine’s intricate steps.

Strange.

Very strange.

All day, he is impulsive with lightening up just about any situation. One sentence, hook line and sinker; the mood alleviates. Not this time. He’s ignoring you now that you’re in the room.

The truth is: Baekhyun can’t help but set his pupper eyes on you in all other occasions already, especially when you’re busy at a distance. And it’s making him crazy. Next day at the cafeteria, he deliberately arrives late so he can queue way, way behind you.

For the first time in all glorious epochs K-Pop history, he would let Sehun enter the line before him so he would have a shield. „Maknaes first“ is his brief comment, and Sehun thinks that Baekhyun must squarely confuse today with his birthday.

And fate says… sike. Two minutes later, a teary Mark rushes toward you and loudly apologizes for the Americano disaster. „Baekhyun was not being impolite, it was me!“

As he says just that, he turns, points right at Baekhyun’s tomato red head peeking out from behind Sehun’s shoulders, and bows to him.

The whole cafeteria is witness, including Lee Soo Man.

And SHINee, who will have gossip material for five weeks because of this. Key is already taking notes.

And BoA — who’s giggling because she’s seen it all in the business and knows exactly what’s going on with Baekhyun and you. Oh. Lord.

Baekhyun wants to sink into the ground right then and there. He’s been found out again. Of course he has to step out from his lair now and bow back to Mark, take the blame and explain the whole incident all over, and comfort him with a string of appeasing words. Which he hates for four reasons at the same time. He embarrassed Mark, himself, disturbed you the way he bumped into your back, and now you saw him hiding from… precisely you. Little does he know you did, too.

Baekhyun quickly retreats to sit next to Sehun once again after Mark has calmed down and he, being the senior as always, has performed another 180° bow to you in front of the entire staff and idol audience, causing his oversized shirt to slip downward, way to his armpits.

Goodness gracious.

BoA is this close to shouting „get a room“ upon seeing Baekhyun stand in front of you with his stomach all bare until he has hastily tucked his shirt back into this place. Fast as it happens, you can’t hide your reaction face.

Chanyeol, sitting at a nearby table, does a telling reaction noise himself, and you can tell he’s read the situation to a T. Even worse, he’s whistling. You can fool a lot of people, but not Park „Radar“ Chanyeol. He’s a himbo incarnate, but this guy’s emotional intelligence is too damn strong, and he knows Baekhyun inside out. Oh shit, man.

The next ten minutes are fraught with a weird, sonorous mumbling in the room. Lee Soo Man doesn’t really get it, thank God. But the meaning of Baekhyun silently cowering behind Sehun while eating his kimchi stew is more than obvious to half of the people around. Baekhyun never fucking acts like this, even when he’s sad.

It’s like something is pushing the two of you into humiliating situations like that ever since you started to work at SM since last May. Literally Baekhyun can’t stop apologizing to you all day because he’s suddenly clumsy or the strangest situations happen.

Nope, he doesn’t do it on purpose. But yes, he finds himself enjoying your attention. So what is he going to do? This keeps being stuck on his mind. Especially because half of EXO, NCT, and SuperM is asking him what the hell is going on in three raging group chats at once.

And you? I don’t have to tell you how it feels like when Baekhyun stumbles over to squarely plant his cutesy baby face into your back. Firmly wrapping his hands around your waist on top of that not to fall over entirely. That feeling is locked into your muscle memory. And now, seeing him stripped down for the fourth time already? Goodbye to your sleep.

Special thanks to a jittery Mark for making this first hug I mean collision out of nowhere happen. Just to be sure: Mark really didn’t spill his coffee on purpose, nor did Baekhyun want to bump into you this hard. And we know Mark’s reflexes are usually fast enough to save the day. But he was about to host his first variety show all by himself, so you can imagine how shaky and distracted he was. And nobody will resent him — this is only all about you and Baekhyun… being the most repressed motherfuckers.

Baekhyun constantly almost-crashing into you somewhere or basically crawling on the ground before you makes for a second very shaky guy. What the hell is pulling him towards you wherever he goes? It’s even worse than Minseok moving one inch and accidentally smacking Baekhyun in the face.

It just goes on and on.

Following the second cafeteria embarrassment, the next Friday after lunch, you run into each other at the ground floor elevator exit so you would drop your fries. Yeah, extra crispy ones, with the best mayonnaise. Baekyhun has been feeling so guilty about his curse at this point that he orders extra fries for you at the cafeteria two times a week with his card. Which makes Chanyeol know dear Eros struck particularly hard. Because if he didn’t care, Baekhyun would pay it five times a week like he does for NCT every now and then. But if he does it only two times, something is at stake. He doesn’t want it to be apparent.

Baekhyun can’t even look you in the eye when he puts them on your tray. Instead, he quickly bows three times in a row and then disappears. This guy is a small puddle of blush.

Lee Soo Man cites him into his room to say what’s wrong soon, but all Baekhyun can blurt out is that he didn’t sleep well and the comeback song won’t get into his head. Which is not a direct lie, so.

Whatever you do, Baekhyun appears out of the blue and falls to your feet. Only two days later, he returns from shooting an MV and slips right in front of your office. Pretty much because his feet stumble over his own pants. You put the paperwork aside and check what the hell is going on outside. A dizzy Baekhyun straight-up hit his head at your door. He declines you helping him up because he knows that your touch is probably gonna make him fully insane. He walks around with a forehead patch during the comeback stage and people online think it’s the latest trend.

Somebody save this man.

The universe just keeps on arranging the silliest things to make shit happen, huh.

At this point, Baekhyun developing a full-blown apprentice crush is as obvious as Lucas being tall.

Now, the reality is. This man is Hitch, the Date Doctor. He notoriously handles crowds, can get along with anyone he’s put together with on camera, helps the other members to juggle their love life whenever they have a problem. Chen is probably a married man because of Baekhyun in one way or another. He isn’t really shy normally in his own words. But when it comes to his own crushes — classic case of everybody’s cupid who gives good advice they would need the most.

That Baekhyun is helpless with anything that digs beneath the surface of his usual interactions will show to you very soon. There’s tough Baekhyun, there’s cute Baekhyun, and then there’s an utterly speechless little bean who has an internal meltdown when you do as much as take the stairs together. The difference is staggering. He’s fidgety, tense, makes himself even smaller and first and foremost: Is impressionable to an extreme.

In short: Baekhyun has fully converted into a fake maknae.

It’ll show in staff meeting conversations on trivial things about the schedule that he wing-mans everybody but himself when shit hits the fan. He stutters in your presence. Baek’s a mess. Chanyeol takes Baekhyun to the side and raises his brows at him at least five times a day, as in wanting to say: „Are you ever going to do something about it?“

Baekhyun dodges the answer each time and preoccupies himself with social media. Fans will later say that he hasn’t uploaded as many Twitter replies, Youtube videos, and Instagram snapshots in his whole career. And Baekhyun is already quite active online so you can tell how much he’s spamming.

Secretly… hoping you see his online activity. Which you do.

You’ve memorized his five latest vlogs down to the cute little sound noises he’s making. Still, you hide behind the cupboard, and he is hiding behind an unsuspecting Johnny. Because Sehun is already grumbling about becoming a human shield, and Chanyeol would tease Baekhyun to the hell and back whenever you’re around.

Why does all of that happen? Why is he trying to escape?

The answer is, Baekhyun feels an overpowering respect towards you. He doesn’t know where it’s coming from, it’s something you exude. To the point where he isn’t able to clown you the way he does with others. It’s literally that bad.

On top of that, Baekhyun is frustrated that whatever extroversion he can switch on during broadcasts, fan meets, and with the other members is suddenly failing him. He tries hard to fall back to his usual humor, but you being around makes him act much more erratic. And, surprisingly reserved, believe it or not.

Eye contact will make him break whatever character he’s trying to tune into for the sake of keeping it together. The exact opposite will happen. All the blushing and boiling hot sweat gives him away. Your own heated af face he doesn’t even notice.

In his mind, he’s going through any possible way of mannerisms to get your attention all while not embarrassing himself. He gives confident SuperM leader Baekhyun a shot, comedian Baekhyun, too, and he will don a pokerfaced version of himself as a last option whenever you are close.

All unsuccessfully. He can’t keep the façade for long; he knows he’s acting strange and inconsistent that way. Do you even realize what you merely sitting in the same practice room is doing to this guy?

As you can tell…

It’s up to you to hit on him. Finding an unmistakable balance between being breathtakingly forward and overly subtle. The right way to ask him out is somewhere in between. The way you gauge it, Baekhyun is turned off by all kinds of brazen approaches, but doesn’t want to be nudged with satin gloves and feathers either.

However, you end up playing too lowkey at first try because you’re just as nervous. You think, maybe it’s good to find out how interested in me he will admit he is. Which, given how much he tries to conceal his feelings, turns out to be a difficult idea.

And — Isn’t is crystal clear he likes you a whole lot by the way he tries to retreat from everyone but you? Recently, fleeing to stand behind Lucas. Who has the most hiding surface and won’t question what Baekhyun is doing there all the time, unlike Johnny.

So, how do you learn that your plan is a bad idea? You try to involve yourself in NCT’s Friday night truth-or-dare where Baekhyun always joins to mess with everyone.

But that weekend, he interestingly excuses himself to „practice English, it’s urgent!“. Off he goes as soon as he sees that you are part of the lineup, looking like he’s seen a ghost.

So, that mission failed. You get Taeyong, Haechan, and Yuta twerking against you at the same time while wearing sailor moon outfits as a dare instead.

However: You still learned something from this. The way that even Haechan’s wild gyrating and arguably great ass did not have a single effect on you tells you that you really want someone else really damn bad. Hell, if Yuta Nakamoto winds against you and you feel nothing—

And, something else has become apparent to you.

Professional he is, Baekhyun establishes rapport even with people he dislikes or feels neutral about, but when his more vulnerable feelings are in the game, he runs from them.

Beside Chanyeol and BoA, you’re smart enough to begin seeing what clockwork ticks inside of him. When Baekhyun doesn’t try to get close to someone that’s around him so frequently, something is mighty wrong and his opinion about that someone must be an intense one. And it’s not because he hates that person, the opposite is the case.

He’s almost less afraid of you than his worries of ruining it.

But through what, you’re wondering, seriously.

On the other hand, you get why Baekhyun keeps a viable distance. He knows it’s difficult to be associated with him in the way he wishes you were. Since people were looking at him and you so strange in the cafeteria, he even stopped practicing in the after hours.

Two weeks later, he even quits buying you fries for lunch and eats in the recording studio instead. Chanyeol remains correct: Much is at stake.

After the truth-or-dare fail, you sit down in sobriety and go through your options. You get all sorts of grand ideas to reveal your feelings, but dismiss the majority of it. You have to start small, really small. This needs the utmost care. Especially because you don’t want to compromise him by accident any further, nor are you anywhere near as ballsy as you believe someone hitting on Byun Baekhyun needs to be.

Truth be told: BoA would kick your ass for thinking that. And letting so many opportunities pass, as if you aren’t beating yourself up for it enough. Idol mode Baekhyun, well, he would be hard to approach indeed. But what is currently going on… he’s literally showing you his underbelly. He’s begging you to do something.

That he avoids even the lightest touch: More than telling to BoA’s knowing eye. He would be so easy to sway with just one sentence. She knows that at this point, Baekhyun is desperate. His yes would come so fast. You’re far from having faith in this. But you still try. You want this man.

Eventually, you rack your brain for anything understated you could do.

Then, you get the idea.

After a schedule briefing, Baekhyun recently said he dearly wishes he could eat fried noodles in the early evening because he’s craving something savory, meanwhile flashing a split-second glance at you. Maybe… You can discreetly bridge the gap by getting him food.

You’re part responsible for doing things like that in the company already so nobody will question you driving around with your little motorbike.

If you think about it: That’s a good excuse to approach him frequently and visit his apartment. The move is calculated, but it’s what the situation requires. You can’t tell how Baekhyun will react, but if he looked at you this way, it’s worth a shot.

And so, you dare the impossible. You show up with a deliberately small portion of noodles after the last comeback stage, knock twice. He does open. You’re frozen up.

Uttering a hopefully neutral „You said you wanted this. I’ll also bring it tomorrow if you want,“ and then drive off again without even waiting for a reply from a very surprised-looking Baekhyun in PJs.

Sweating like crazy, thank God your helmet and the upcoming dark of the night was hiding your red cheeks. Shit man, that was robotic as fuck! is what you’re thinking for the entire ride home. Another fail, you sure won’t return tomorrow. Now you can’t look him in the eye, either.

Meanwhile:

The meal not only saves the day of Baekhyun’s usually very lackluster diet mood that comes out when he is by himself. It also makes him flustered and grateful, curling up on his couch. He couldn’t even remotely try to say no out of politeness or concerns for his food plan. Baekhyun breaks the chopsticks right away after closing the door. Today, his dog’s with him. Mongryong excitedly jumps up and down next to Baekhyun. Your visit was short and sweet, but it made two beans very happy.

In fact, he rips open the box and shoves a quarter of the content into his mouth in the blink of an eye. It’s not just how hungry he is. He’s also overwhelmed that you came to his house. He feels like it’d be the highest level of disrespect to throw it away to begin with, no matter how spartan his eating habits are supposed to be.

He almost views this little take-out box as a part of you. He imagines how you listened to him talk, decided to drop by, bought it with your own money, and carried it all the way to him. All that extra effort and attention he spins back and forth in his head for the whole next week.

And, on the spot, Baekhyun is so taken aback that he starts deep cleaning his apartment at midnight as soon as he finishes his noodles.

To your own initial shock, he also drops an envelope with money under your office door the next day. And you thought someone was sending threats.

You get the underlying message, though. This is something just between the two of you, and the envelope is a yes. For another meal. Actually, more than that. There are 30 sorted bills in it, each to buy one box since he knows where you get the food from and what the standard price is.

Payment for one month in advance. Meetings for one month in advance. This fucker.

And you thought your sweaty scene at his apartment left him confused or weirded out. Nope, he decided he wants this times thirty. Something you have to let sink in.

The next day you drive along at the same time, there’s nobody there.

Because Baekhyun has left the door open. Now you can’t just speed away again. Nor do you really want to, for God’s sake.

After putting your helmet down in the small entrance room, you find an anxiously waiting Baekhyun on the extremely cleaned up living room couch, sitting there with fidgeting feet like it’s a porn casting.

The tension could kill. You put the box on the table before him like it’s England’s Crown Jewels. You want to calm him down so desperately, but don’t know how.

Given his sparkly eyes set on the food, that he wants to devour what you brought him right away is not hard to overlook. But he still seems hesitant. Insecure. Baekhyun doesn’t manage to say a full word which is the most surreal thing. You work up your voice and pass him the chopsticks in their paper packaging. „Pig out. You didn’t eat since 7AM.“

Again, he breaks the chopsticks. Trying hard not to do it too fast.

You sit opposite to him and revert back to professional mode. Talking about statistics from the comeback that Baekhyun hummingly acknowledges the way he does when you talk to EXO in meetings.

He stuffs himself like his life depends on it. No stable eye contact from him.

Both of you know that it’s not what you want to say. But even ten minutes in: Nothing about the cafeteria, the fries, the envelope, the topless incident, the forehead patch, nothing. Just you going on about details from work and him listening, nodding, chewing, making brief little remarks and using all his standard corporate phrases. „Ah, yes, EXO surely benefits from that.“ But it’s a start. You begin small.

So far, so good. With every evening, the conversation becomes more and more two-sided and the meals bigger. A second envelope soon enters your office, covering the extra costs for the XXL boxes, your fuel, and another month worth of meals. Note: Only one and a half weeks in.

Fuck, you got yourself into something big. Is it because his dog likes you?

You are starting to like babying him like that, even if you both keep it serious. Unusually so, but at least you don’t get into any more accidents with that suspense off your either shoulders.

It’s not like that cute little face would leave you any chance in the first place. Baekhyun smiles shyly around you. His big laugh is sweeping, but the small things… lethal. Absolutely lethal.

His manager doesn’t like it, but his genius idol’s mochi factor is increasing since you bring him spicy, richer foods. Baekhyun declines most snacks he’s offered at work, hardly eats up at the cafeteria and gives it to Foodcas Xuxi instead, and even the stylists wished he would gain more weight without any results in their convincing acts. But when you bring him a large portion of extra al dente spaghetti or — as of recently — self-made black bean noodles, Baekhyun would consider it rude not to follow the call of the carbs.

Interesting.

He eats even more aggressively when he knows you made the food yourself.

Quickly enough, he pays either for take-out or ingredients meant for not one, but two people. You usually eat a little earlier than he does, but you would not trade the best luxury meal in the world eaten by yourself with being together in Baekhyun’s flat. To the average Joe, this would be the biggest hassle, but to you… there’s no way you can get enough of being around him so privately. You enjoy taking the time to buy food for him. Taking the time in general.

You’re not the only one.

I don’t have to tell you how Baekhyun has to fight getting a vicious hard-on with sitting opposite to you with your motorcycling jacket peeled down to the hip, right inside a staring-not staring-staring-not staring match while you both slurp on your noodle soup pretending to be apprentice and idol.

It’s… bizarre. And hot. And bizarre. And frustrating.

You both don’t know where to take all of this. You end up making it a rock-solid daily routine, but not going any further than that because you are afraid. The excuse: Never change a running system.

In the meantime, Baekhyun works out even more. Not to compensate for the calories or to get rid of the increasingly chubby cheeks. Nope, it’s to impress you and show his fitness, plain and simple. At times, the music once again blasts in the practice room after everyone left. You come in to clear the room with Baekhyun in one of his very tight tank tops.

You greet each other softly smiling. The familiarity really does begin to show. While you sort and organize, he writes you a little note on what to get for food tonight. He scribbles a little „:3“ emoji underneath.

You think about that for at least two hours before you drive to his apartment.

So, yeah. Something is going on with him regardless of both of you trying to keep your routine stable and CIA-level secret.

He finds himself cringeworthy when he carries seven stacked up chairs to a group meeting at once just because you’re attending. But something in him can’t help it, for the love of God. At least in this regard, he thinks, something is running on autopilot in terms of flirting methods. Meaning, he really does hide less and less.

Meanwhile, Lucas’ eyes are falling out because Baekhyun is mustering new levels of strength nobody suspected he had. In the most random situations, even. Baekhyun’s fitness trainer is also living one hell of a life because his protégée is so eager these days. Mastering everything from weights to pilates. Hormones are one hell of a drug.

Kai frequently remarks that Baekhyun is different. „He’s nagging much less, what’s going on, why, why!“ he says to Taemin on the regular, and they invent all kinds of theories.

Since Baekhyun doesn’t want to miss out on your daily evening visit nor spend 8 hours in the gym, that means: He increases the intensity of the work-outs. For two and a half weeks, he is completely knocked out afterwards.

And so… it happens.

Baekhyun falls asleep before your visit. The door he has opened beforehand as always, but you enter a dim room with dozing Baekhyun splayed on the bed in his red carpet outfit from earlier that day. He worked out in the morning, did some hosting, talked his soul out in an interview, attended an award show, drove home, and eventually collapsed in the sheets. Lights out.

You put the rice box and cake slice you brought along on his desk. He looks so cute when he dozes, but you also hate disturbing his sleepy angel hours. Especially because you know how worn-out his schedule has left him and you feel sorry for it.

You feel weird for standing there with your take-out and want to hurry outside as fast as possible, but leave a note.

For the first time in weeks, you eat dinner in your own flat.

After forcefully waking up at 3AM due to his usual sleep cycle being off balance, Baekhyun falls into a spiral of regrets. Once it dawns on him what time it is and he must have missed your visit, he buries his face in his palms sitting at the edge of the bed.

He resents himself for neither cleaning up his bedroom properly nor staying awake even more so, no matter how eventful his day was. He imagines how you must have seen him sleep, probably in the most humiliating, unflattering position and with terrible hair, judging him for being rude, forgetful, unattractive, messy, and probably a thousand other things.

Until… he finds the note. That one gives him a second almost-heart attack, but an adrenaline-fueled one this time. He stumbles back onto his bed and reads it twenty times over.

„Rest well and dig in. Don’t worry. Text if you’re okay. 03304 68010113.“

After three typos in your number, almost choking on cold rice because he eats so passionately, and several minutes of going back and forth on sending something, he kicks his own ass and writes a little „I’m ok, I’m very very sorry! I’m an idiot 😭“. After you reply that he has no reason to apologize, he rambles on about how he wishes that he’s not being an inconvenience to you with a whole row of sad and dejected emojis.

You hate that Baekhyun feels put on the spot and obliged because of you this way and try to think hard about how to solve the dilemma. You won’t try to stop the rain of his apologies by telling him to calm down because you know it’ll make it worse, and instead decide it’s time to get going.

The opportunity is now, and there’s only one.

‚So, I have an idea—“

Going to the groovy little underground pizza restaurant downtown is something that Baekhyun immediately accepts as a suggestion. He wants to compensate for his dozing, but he also knows that this is a whopping chance more than anything.

And… a covert first date.

He knows that’s what it is. It’s about leveling up now.

Before you can write that you’ll treat him and he can relax, he gets firm with insisting that you will pay not a single dime. You know that it’s not just his overworking conscience speaking. It’s also the only way Baekhyun gets an occasion to express that he takes this very seriously via text.

That he wants to repay you and aims to get the most out of meeting up is something you realize when he steps out of the wardrobe room the next evening after everyone in the company has gone home.

The stylists he has told that he needs to try this particular outfit on for some time to get used to it. „I need to dance in this, so.“

Actually, it is meant for EXO performing at the Oscars next week, but he got away with the excuse and a promise to take care.

And… he really did the rest of the styling all by himself. He’s turned into a glamorous neat freak. Every shiny hair glued into its desired place, freshly dyed honey blonde with soft brunette roots.

In fact, who walks at you is a wholly different Baekhyun in a dark, reddish-violet satin suit, pointy black shoes, matte black tie, mature sultry eye shadow, black square sunglasses pushed up into his hair, his signature lipstick, with a distinct statement tote bag, and black lace socks. I repeat: Lace. This is the fanciest anybody has ever headed to eat $6.50 pizza at a tube station. I mean wow, just wow. The tailored shoulders and how tight the tux cinches in at the waist is on par with Kai’s Obsession crop top.

Even the much more expensive award show outfit from last week looks like a potato sack compared to how much he dolled himself up and reinvented literally every inch about himself. Like you have to prevent yourself from drooling.

Yep. He. Means. Business.

Funnily enough, Baekhyun realizes his zeal and just how much he is trying to impress you at all costs when you turn up with your standard khaki trench coat, bunny print umbrella, and casual white sneakers that have seen World War 1 and 2. You know, just the way you always come to his apartment and the way it’s inconspicuous.

Going by his face… he starts to overthink his esteem. You can see how his expression becomes mortified. You promptly decide to put an end to his self-conscious back and forth through taking him by the hand.

„You’re the best-looking man in the world and I’m asking you for a date. Are you comin’ or are you not?“

You then make it particularly clear to him that if anything, this right in front of you is very much authentic Baekhyun and not someone else you’re in for after all. And, that you’re both in your genuine form tonight the way it’s gotta be, the way you know each other and the reason why you decided to do this. Boom.

Four-step Greek style sermon for tonight: Delivered.

Now he’s gaping at you too much to beat himself up. That mission is very much accomplished. Modern problems apparently require ancient rhetoric. You’re in a kick-ass mood tonight. I dunno, anybody would be, Baekhyun’s accentuated sense of style has the historic potential to make girls reckless.

Baekhyun’s hand is heated like an Icelandic geyser and his heartbeat rate would make the average rabbit look like an amateur. Believe it or not — it’s the first time you’re deliberately touching. It’s ridiculous.

You head to the company garage, he churns out five jokes in a row on how he must look like a Korean Elton John on the way to his best-of concert, you laugh… Baekhyun feels better. Three times as nervous compared to when you usually come to his flat, but better nevertheless. And he drives, so.

He feels like he’s catching up and giving something back, no matter that you feel he doesn’t have to, but to him, it’s important.

You joke back to him how it’s a little bit funny — Elton John pun intended — that you saw every inch of Baekhyun’s apartment at this point already but this is the first date. The world is upside down, but it’s SM Entertainment, so. Things get started in different ways, but they do.

That realization is getting to him, too. Baekhyun’s peacock alter ego emerges to bolt over the motorway like a lovedrunk Lewis Hamilton with a foot glued to the gas pedal, but also checks fifty times for how you feel in the passenger seat. Asking about how you like it, if the A/C is set to how you want it, whether your seat is tilted the way you enjoy it. Damn, he really is on edge.

On top of that, said alter ego maneuvers him right into a 3-kilometer outer ring traffic jam before his innocent self even realizes it. More time to chat… more time to sit so close… more time you get to savor the comfort of his luxurious car. So that was a Freudian slip with a steering wheel right there.

You already know that Baekhyun has never tried as hard to make somebody like him. You compliment his taste in cars vice versa to take that pressure off before he turns into a nervous wreck entirely. And then, also adding that you could get used to this which makes Baekhyun feel like a billion Won. His eyes are downcast, his cheeks are beaming. Figures, light superpowers and such, we know the deal.

Meanwhile, that you really like him already and for a long time is something you challenge yourself to make more than apparent to him. If he’s still this desperate about pleasing you and unsure about how he comes across, there’s some work to do. This guy needs a sign. A football field-sized one. If Baekhyun’s demon is his self-worth tonight, yours is being a lot more demonstrative. You’ve been far too indirect with him all day every day.

That you’re outside of both your professional spheres actually helps: Big fucking time.

Easing him into a conversation happens surprisingly smooth when you recount visiting his apartment and seeing him sleep so beautifully. Which you say was the most gratifying thing which is the truth. It’s been on his mind, hearing about your relief makes a lot of things plague him less.

You also add how you enjoy bringing him food just because. That he’s nice and good company, even when he sleeps. That assures Baekhyun and makes him laugh.

And yes. He ends up serenading you throughout the entire traffic jam. And yes. When Baekhyun is in love, his singing is particularly on point. You can hear the cherry on top in his registers. No need for the stereo, you can ask him to sing any song you like.

The traffic jam disperses after 20 minutes, Baekhyun has interpreted your entire favorite playlist at this point. Arriving feels like way too soon.

You put your trench coat over Baekhyun while he exits the car. There’s hardly anyone around in this part of the town but who knows, making sure not to mess up his hair in the process. Both of you hurry to the stairs leading underground. Meanwhile, the car is parked quite stealthily behind a closed-down fish restaurant with dusty windows.

It feels good to walk around with Baekhyun right by your side.

The surroundings are cluttered with trash and only few people wait at the tube station that opens up before you with every step downwards. It’s actually perfect as a getaway. There are mostly older businessmen on shift at first glance.

It’s colder out in the open and surrounded by surfaces of concrete, the car was like a spa by comparison. Baekhyun takes the initiative to put the trench coat back onto your shoulders. You feel flattered and you smile at each other, and walk on with synchronized steps. The pizza bar is almost within sight. In the meantime, the digital board announces the tube arriving in five minutes. He takes your hand.

And then… some real bullshit goes down.

A group of seven scraggly-looking teens lounge on a bench, roughly 200 meters before the pizza bistro. You have to pass the bench close-by given how narrow the walking space next to the train tracks is.

One of them, the tallest of the bunch, coarsely shouts at you. „How much did that prostitute cost and where does he keep his money, huh?“ He sticks his wriggling tongue out right along. The others are ogling Baekhyun’s shoes and chest pockets, preying and laughing and sneering. It dawns on you that you should’ve asked for one more song in the car.

The mood tips. One of the boys sitting on the left side of the bench starts fiddling with a 3-inch switchblade. And then, something flicks the switch inside you, too. Your Kyoong-protect-o-meter goes through the roof faster than Baekhyun can get his car to the speed limit.

Cue She-Hulk transformation. In an onslaught of your inner wrestling diva claiming her rights, you take matters into your own hands by hurling Baekhyun’s glitzy designer bag at the guy’s surprised face. Sorry Versace, it had to be done. The whole group gasps out loud. While they’re still caught off guard, you go on to lunge forward and furiously whack greasy knife guy and two other approaching attackers with your Roger fucking Rabbit umbrella using a windmill-motion martial arts technique you came up with from scratch. Baekhyun doesn’t even have to duck… being smol has its advantages.

The switchblade is sent flying into a bin. Point landing. You proceed to rip into the group to helicopter your improvised weapon in circles until it threatens to plow down the better of them and they back away squealing and pleading. Britney would be so damn proud of you, I’m telling ya.

Needless to say, the mortally terrified group runs and disperses into the arriving tube, probably booking their therapist appointments for Monday morning already. You pick up the bag for Baekhyun a little breathless, dust it off, and say a prayer. Holy shit.

What the hell just happened. Literally, what the fucking fuck.

An entirely wide-eyed Baekhyun still can’t believe that a whole group of sleazy guys twice as tall as him took an unhinged windmill beating by you to prevent a robbery, and meanwhile he is the martial arts champion. Like, hello? He’s been a Hapkido instructor with several gold medals. How many black belts does the guy have again? He could mow down fifty of that kind and pulverize anyone of them with a mere NCT-style kick. This is ridiculous. He’s mighty impressed.

A few businessmen at the station are looking at you from afar with open mouths. You wave and give a thumbs up signalling all is okay. The security personnel reviewing the CCTV the next day is down for a ride. You hope that there are no headlines with pictures of this. Tube brats get their ass busted by cartoon bunny at 2:15 AM. K-Pop star Baekhyun defended by mysterious umbrella wielder gone wild.

You take a deep breath, brush off your coat. „Um. Moving on I guess.“ Then, interlink arms with Baekhyun, strolling on toward the restaurant. Looking around everywhere, still a little shocked. Walking off your relief helps, as is looking forward to eating. Damn, you do outrageous things when you’re hungry.

The restaurant is the size of the practice room at best, lit with white neon and decorated with Italian flags in every corner. The empty seats are designed like in an American diner from the 80s.

The lanky six-foot-something waiter, Luigi Roberto Maranello Salvatore (his nameplate is really in-depth about this), hurries to the door when he sees how Baekhyun is dressed and probably thinks the King of Korea just arrived. Which he, in fact, did, but that’s beside the point.

You sit at the very back and get comfortable after breaking your last sweat. An enthusiastic Luigi presents to you the latest ‚delicious couple menu options’ and promises to use the best toppings he can offer. You instantly trust him, Luigi has the most accurate mustache you’ve ever seen.

Baekhyun and you share a huge plate of the curiously named ‚Pizza Puppy Love‘ that might be better described as a circle-shaped late night gala buffet. You dig in because damn, fighting thugs makes hungry, and Baekhyun stuffs himself given how it’s his favorite meal. Luigi sees that you are avid eaters and way too busy looking at each other, so he disappears in the kitchen, proud of setting the mood just perfectly.

In the meantime, Baekhyun says that he thinks of hiring you as a sasaeng protection machine. You muse how the umbrella is sturdier than you thought and you wouldn’t hesitate to use it again now that you think about it. Being Baekhyun’s Jarvis is not a bad thought, actually. Beating up rascals for him is your newly discovered love language.

In fact: Whatever took over inside of you and made you lose your chill, Baekhyun is mighty curious about. He thinks that was very sexy. You get the feeling that this guy could like dangerous women. He might have picked that up from Taemin, credits to him.

After Baekhyun has dramatically recounted the umbrella incident at least five times, the conversation goes on about your embarrassing hiding stories, how hilariously over- and underdressed you are as a unit, and you teasing him about „speeding on the highway, are we“. Baekhyun teases you back about how you acted like his manager with your trench coat over his head. He kind of has a point and you call it a tie.

Seeing Baekhyun all full with his beloved pizza and acting so carefree in his Oscar suit is a cute sight. You take the liberty to cut a particularly large slice out of the puppy pizza UFO and feed him.

If it’s a couple menu, you gotta act like it.

Baekhyun is making some mighty heart eyes at you, and so — you decide to take it a little further. This whole fight thing made you forget you’re on a goddamn date after… a whole year of eyefucking and that it’s about time to close the gap.

Luigi is wholly busy making order in the kitchen and Baekhyun has some tomato sauce stuck at the side of his mouth. Convenient. You take the chance to wipe it off with the tip of your right digit.

He realizes what you’re doing and promptly grabs your hand to keep it right where it is. Uh-oh. His tongue darts out, he licks right across your finger. To top it off, he starts to suck it, too. With a typical nonchalance. Seeing how you almost combust, he takes another finger into his hot mouth. And sucks a little more. His lipstick smudges onto your hand. His eyes are like hot coals and the pupils are all blown. Oh my, my, my.

If you’re just playing, don’t you ever give Baekhyun anything to escalate on like that, ever. The way you were ready to knock down the seven guys, he is ready to get physical once the first step is done. Though, the thing is. You’re not playing. It’s exactly the type of fodder that you’ve been craving to give him. Baekhyun’s oral fixation is something else.

The rest of the pizza is gone in five minutes…

…and Luigi gets the tip of his life.

You walk to the car in much faster steps than before. Even if it’s later than late, nobody is around anymore except a sleeping beggar on the other side of the station. No danger in sight whatsoever. There’s a different reason to get going like that this time and there’s no way you can mentally prepare yourself for what’s coming.

Back to the fish restaurant, back to the car spa. Nobody on the streets, anywhere. This night, Baekhyun does not feel even remotely tired, though.

After you put your umbrella in the trunk — you will honor it much more from now on — the driver’s and passenger’s seat stay empty for half an hour and a little more. Now, the actual stereo is on. There’s a lot to catch up with on the backseat.

Baekhyun puts Delight on repeat, and queues City Lights just because. Guy knows what good music and singing sounds like. You interlock hands and call him pretty. Baekhyun is flustered, but all the more eager.

It takes barely a minute until you get serious with making out on top of him and grind on his lap like the world ends. The satiny fabric is too tempting not to gyrate all over it in your jeans. Lord knows his legs are great. You know what you signed up for. Those thighs are so delicious to straddle, you can’t even imagine.

Baekhyun gazes at you so intently and ready, whispering his little you-can-do-anythings and tell-me-all-you-wants, it’s like magic.

To top it off, kissing his little pouty lips has got to be the best thing, running your hands through his sexy hair — even more so. Your mouth and fingers have been begging you to do this. Begging.

From there, your hands go places. His neatly razored nape of the neck, his waist, the chest. His suit, all that expensive fabric, his gentle skin, it’s so nice to the touch. He smells so hot. Bergamot, cinnamon, and sweet, deep, rich and soothing sandalwood. „Girl, I’m your Candy“ gets a whole new meaning. Practice room memories. As if you aren’t wet enough already.

By the last minute of the second track, Baekhyun is already hooked kissing your neck and does some very daring acrobatics with his tongue. And you thought the pizza would satiate him. Nope, he eats you up like a whole salad bowl of black bean noodles with three pounds kimchi and ten fried eggs stacked on top. In his own words I mean lyrics: Game over.

The desperation and nervosity adds even more sloppiness and hunger. These have got to be the lewdest slurping and sucking noises you’ve ever heard. You can’t help but curse the ugliest things. Something’s pretty damn hard through the front of his tux already.

Baekhyun feels that you feel it and the kissing becomes even more frantic. His whole body says: Grind more. Please. Please.

By the time the fourth track starts, Baekhyun’s entirely wet mouth wanders upward. Here goes the French kissing madness. You glide your hips back and forth on his bulge, and his tongue is already winding inside of you like it’s advanced singing lessons. It’s so unreal that you have to grab hold of his upper arms to stay in place. Shit, this guy.

You can tell that this… is his absolute forte. Nobody can fuck with Baekhyun when it comes to outrageous mouth and throat technique. Your tongue gets a sense of how confident he is in his lip service and works his way into it. Now you know how it feels when Byun Baekhyun pays back your attention. Holy Luigi’s Cannoli, he has so much fun. Way, way too much fun. Like Sir, this is a Wendy’s.

And that’s the last damn straw. Really, the last one. You can’t do this shit anymore. You ask for condoms.

After freezing up for at least ten seconds, he nods his little head about ten times in a row. It’s as if he can’t actually believe it and didn’t just kiss the shit out of you with the hardest dick in history.

„Okay, I’ll—“

Baekhyun keeps them in a yellow puppy-shaped bag under the driver’s seat and takes three torturous minutes to get them from there since it’s underneath and behind other random things. Which means you get to look at his ass for said time because he is bent forward between the two front seats. It’s not like you’ve never seen Baekhyun from behind, but never this close nor in a suit as tight since he usually wears baggy things. So. He’s not just big in the front, then. For his build? That is Korea’s ass.

And the condoms? You expected they were in his tote or his suit within one reach and rip. Nope, Baekhyun did not leave the company building with intentions. He’s been managing this raging boner for a whole year and did not make any moves on you in his apartment where he could have had you on any available surface in two minutes. Baekhyun wasn’t close to even remotely ask for literally anything. He just sat there on the couch with restless legs, ruffled hair, and an open mouth while hearing you talk. You don’t want to imagine how intensely he must have gotten off. Which he, in fact, did.

He didn’t deliberately plan sex in a specific place for the first date either. Instead, he was prepared for— what exactly? A slight eventuality? Now that you think about it: Going by how he dressed himself, what Baekhyun probably thought he could get out of this was: A compliment. Even if all of your evening visits were nothing but hardcore sexual tension and this was the chance to bring that to an end. Let that sink in.

This guy’s self-control is not only astronomical, but also completely astounding given his usual character. In fact, you thought he would be entirely sovereign with this. How could he not? He’s Baekhyun!

Going by all that… You conclude that Baekhyun must really feel like he does not deserve you. His shame and self-denial must go through the roof. Given how his deeper insecurities have been in plain sight, it actually makes sense. Looks like you’re the one bringing them out, whatever it is that you do. It’s pretty tough knowing that you rouse something as vulnerable in him but it’s as good as it is bad. You find him very brave and incredible for letting it show. Honestly? It’s better than pushing through all of this pretending.

Plus — You really must have given him the impression that he can look but not ever touch. While that’s the entire opposite of what you want.

To be fair: Having Baekhyun openly touch you in the company would have been a dangerous act. Even more so than say, you touching him, (which would have been somewhat possible, look at stylists and managers casually or work-relatedly doing skinship). Because that means that the availability his profession suggests to the world is no longer a thing and his mind is set on one person. Which, in his field, is social death.

That’s why Baekhyun could only ever touch you by virtue of circumstances and whatever higher forces arranging accidents where he bumped into you. Talk about indirect ways. The universe gave you what you wanted, but in a way where there was always the excuse of bad luck and no possibility of other people finding out about your feelings. Risky love breeds risky circumstances.

The same with showing his body or knocking at your door to get your attention. He knows he can’t do that, can’t ask for it. So what happens? You accidentally walk in on him, or he crashes against your office entrance after slipping.

The same with treating you, spending time together, getting taken care of by you. Baekhyun found himself wishing for it. So it happened that you spilled your fries and he bought them for you all over, and he was begging for fried noodles so the opportunity to meet surprisingly came about. The accidents themselves both of you didn’t want nor deliberately stage, but you very much wanted the results of them. Directly you could not express your feelings, not even Baekhyun. That’s how it all came to be and now you see just how much he wants to be close to you in so many ways.

That he feels ashamed and undeserving — that shocks the living hell out of you.

So, all right then, keeper. Time to show you otherwise.

It’s crazy how he thinks you’re the one off limits and not him. Then again, he’s not the guy with the savage umbrella technique.

Since his hand is too shaky, you slip one on him and start to ride him without any further ado. You’re already leaking so what’s left to fiddle around about. No wasting any time here.

The deal is as good as sealed. He feels fucking great inside of you and his wide eyes are the most rewarding thing. Whatever dimension Baekhyun just broke through, the level of whipped is not possible to be described with any human words. His hands are roaming over you pretty much without aim, you can tell your body is too much for him.

After he’s begging you to do it roughly, you grab him by the collar and fuck his soul out until he’s all gasping because his dick hurts. The song’s called Are You Ridin’ with good reason.

Baekhyun’s brains are long screwed out at this point, if not reduced to absolute green and purple jello. Is there actually any mind to lose at this point after you had your fingers in his mouth? Like literally, his favorite thing? Probably not.

He bites down into his sleeve. Baekhyun is all knocked out by you by the time you get to your second orgasm, and reclines on the backseat bench to starfish the rest of the thing with his mouth hanging open at you. Hormone overload. His entire body shut down except the will to keep it up and not come. Yum, he is fit. Where he takes that godly strength from, only higher powers can tell. The Tree of Life, Zeus, Ten Chittaphon, I don’t know.

He just has the kind of dick you can really bounce on. Really. Fucking. Hard. You are one spark of insanity close to run on autopilot. I don’t think anybody’s growled like this on him before. Nor was Baekhyun’s cock this close to falling right off, ever.

This is not sex, it’s a crazy as fuck pounding, with Baekhyun on the verge of being blacked out with drool on his chin and his eyes rolling back. His fingers are absentmindedly trailing down your upper back and all he can utter is a small, yearning „please, please“ and gritting „don’t stop, please don’t stop…“ between his teeth. And hell, you have not a single reason to. Cue Captain America, I can do this all day.

When other people say smashing, whatever they’re referring to is not as smash as this. This must be the dirtiest, wettest slapping noise you’ve ever heard, and Baekhyun’s entirely uncontrolled moans will be forever etched into your memory. So melodic, so goddamn excited and desperate and all fucked out. He’s groaning so well, it’s like it’s meant for you.

By the third time you come, he’s crying and whining and has to cover his mouth not to scream out loud. You have no idea what your body is doing, but whatever it is, it’s taking Baekhyun out. Even you tire after some time, but you keep going. You imagine that every thrust is the meal and attention you wanna give to him.

That’s a lot of fucking and edging you get done in half an hour. Baekhyun’s tongue is hanging out afterwards and you went through a whopping three condoms. So much frustration finally released. Baekhyun’s gonna be emptier than Suho’s wallet after Sehun ordered a lifetime supply of bubble tea.

You squarely avoid oozing your own cum onto his backseat with one hand. Good lord that creampie would ruin everything if he didn’t wear a condom. You’ve come a long way since colliding in the cafeteria, not gonna lie.

And thank God you’re not fucking somewhere in the company and the Audi is close to soundproof because this guy is LOUD. You need some good eardrums to handle these moans. Unhinged is an understatement. If this becomes a contest outwhoring each other, he’d win by a landslide.

By the time you slip off, Baekhyun is on the verge to the dreamland, you milked every last drop out of him. Which means…

…you get to drive an expensive as fuck Audi through Seoul. Your beatdown with the tube thugs you try to refrain from boasting about, but this one you are tempted to brag about to yourself for the next week. Well, in your mind. Just a little bit. It’s a great car. And you feel giddy in your body all over. That’s what sex with Baekhyun does to you.

Seoul traffic is tame around this time. Half in his sleep, Baekhyun hums and sings on the driver’s seat. He’s all sober, but you made the guy act a lil’ drunk, huh. In his element, he talks and talks and talks and talks a little more. Then, does his tiny 'ㅅ' pup face and dozes for half the ride. Sleeping angel hours.

You can’t really scold him for passing out so fast in the slightest. As always, he went who knows how many extra miles just for you. That includes vowing to hand-wash his Oscars suit because it’s fucking ruined. Since the stylists are guaranteed to flame him, you send the fashion department a message how Baekhyun has to wear a different suit because he’s simply too dummy thick for this one, especially as far as the pants are concerned. Which is almost no lie and they will believe you.

Much like his name suggests, Baekhyun does go hundred. At his apartment, you basically have to carry him into the bedroom. He says he doesn’t want to sleep. But you won’t kiss him goodnight after you pull off your jacket without a strong word on how his health has to be priority. He gets the point when you say you wouldn’t have had a first date without Baekhyun dozing off before your evening visit.

Sweet baby Jesus, you’d still be awkwardly slurping noodles without Baekhyun’s faux pas. If you look back at it: It’s all a story of accidents that turn out beautiful.

Sleep being Baekhyun’s reset button, that’s the best thing to do in order to give the night a good conclusion. Being alone in his apartment together, you don’t have to discreet about sleeping next to him after setting the alarm clock.

Mark Lee’s piping hot Americano is the culprit for all of this, but you thank him.

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“vampire lords” [ateez]

genre: misc. + a lil suggestive + otome-styled (reverse harem)

ficstyle: bulletpoints (fem reader)

prompt: inspired VAMPIRE PRINCES INSPIRED BY OTOME GAME ROYAL BLOOD

note: sorry for the wait! I’m officially back and I’ll be posting as often as I possibly can!!!

Let’s meet the heirs of the vampire lineage. Who would you choose to be your lover and take over ruling the vampire clan?

-HONGJOONG

(type: the reliable, “leader-worthy” heir that gets picked on by the other princes; known for being a flirt)

(special power: psychometry - the ability to learn anything about the past or future of an object by touching it)

the one that you met first

after talking with your father, the Earl, about your living conditions here at the estate, you took it upon yourself to explore the premises

upon walking around the vampire estate, you heard a dramatic yet gentle melody that belonged to an old harpsichord

the melody sounded nostalgic even though you don’t remember hearing anything so hauntingly beautiful

you followed the sound into a glass greenhouse where the harpsichord sat in the middle of the room

you were entranced with the man playing his heart away

all you could see was his body swaying to and fro with his fingers dancing across the keys

his hair was slicked back and shined sapphire blue in the moonlight

his strong brows furrowed as he played the instrument

the keys he played were furious yet calming; like the beginning of a storm

his hands were adorned with black, sleek gloves

as if he was telling a story about his life; the good, the bad, and the bloody

you don’t know how long you were standing there but when the music stopped, you met the eyes of the man playing the harpsichord

“you must be Y/N...” he asked as he stepped towards you; his footsteps echoed in the spacious greenhouse

his eyes glimmered red every time he was in the moonlight

you nodded but unable to speak or move

his aura was intimidating yet alluring

but the moment he smiled, you felt like you were safe in this unknown place

“I’m Hongjoong~ I’ve heard all about you from the Earl! let me know if you need ANYTHING!”

you broke out into a smile but before you could say anything...

Hongjoong brushed the hair away from the nape of your neck with his gloved hand and leaned in real close, so close that you could feel his breath of your skin

“and when I mean, anything.. I mean anything... princess~”

you stumbled back away from him, “I-I’ll make s-sure th-that I’ll let you k-know when..”

he was good-looking; seemed playful and almost flirty behind his initial scary demeanor

he had you flustered

Hongjoong chuckled as he took off one of his gloves and reached to place his hand on your face

but....

will you choose his story?

or will you choose someone else?

-SEONGHWA

(type: an enigma, no one really knows about him except for the other princes; the oldest)

(special powers: shape-shifting and illusion-making)

“stop teasing our guest..”

you heard a voice coming from behind you

Hongjoong dropped his hand and cocked his head in annoyance, “I’m doing no such thing, I’m just making sure our guest is welcomed, that’s all..”

you saw a living and breathing sculpture

you felt your jaw gaping; you couldn’t help it

“you can do that with your gloves on.. you don’t want to invade our guest’s privacy, don’t you?”

as soon as the mysterious man’s sharp gaze lowered to meets yours, you quickly looked away

“I hope he wasn’t making you feel uncomfortable.. please excuse his behavior..I’m Seonghwa..” he places his hand on his chest and gives you a curt bow

you returned the bow, “I’m Y/N..”

Seonghwa gives you a subtle smile that you didn’t know he could be capable of, “I know who you are...”

he adjusts his outfit and held his hand out for you to take

“do you mind if I gave you a little tour, miss Y/N?”

you nodded as you placed your hand into his

“tch.. I was gonna offer if you weren’t already here... when will you stop having impeccable timing..” Hongjoong rolled his eyes as he walked back to the harpsichord with his hands in his pockets

“when you stop flirting as much as you breathe”

with that Seonghwa led you away from the greenhouse

he gave you a grand tour of the estate starting from the gated entrance

Seonghwa was short with his words but they were endearing

but as he gave you the tour, you noticed a couple of things

he always had a couple of crows fly to him every so often

and he seemed to have a problem with mirrors and reflections

usually every time you come across one, you would at least give a quick look but Seonghwa seemed to avoid them as much as possible

“miss Y/N.. is there something on my face?”

“hmm? no? why do you ask?”

Seonghwa leaned in a little closer to you and said, “you’ve been looking at me more than you’re looking at where you’re walking...”

you started to become a tomato and you could see him sneak a subtle smile

“just kidding, miss..” he murmured and continued to give you the tour

he was truly mysterious; he was friendly but you could tell that he wanted some distance between how he seems like to you and how he really is

....

will you choose his story to find out why?

or will you choose someone else?

-YUNHO

(type: boy-next-door; doesn’t seem like a vampire at all, but has a sensitive, fragile and frightening side)

(special power: alchemy)

“Seonghwa~ the Earl is calling for you- oh! hi Y/N!” the voice came from a tall man

out of two of the other vampire princes that you met, he seems the least like a vampire; he seems like he would be in on a college campus getting some beers for a party

“oh is that so.. please excuse me, miss Y/N.. I will have to conclude this tour to a halt-”

“a tour? I can guide her through the rest of the way.. leave it to me~” the tall puppy-like man gave a comedic salute to Seonghwa

Seonghwa nods, places his hand on his chest and bows, “I apologize for the unexpected inconvenience.. I’ll leave this miss Y/N in your hands, Yunho”

with that, Seonghwa left

leaving you with a giddy Yunho, “I’m guessing Seonghwa started the tour from the entrance right?”

“yeah he did!” you couldn’t help but answer with a smile since he’s already smiling

“so all that’s left is the east wing~ shall we?” he stuck his arm out for you to loop your arm through

you giggled at his enthusiasm as you looped your arm through his

you realized that he’s not the textbook definition of what a vampire looks like

which played pretty well since you could feel comfortable talking to him just about anything

the way he talked felt so familiar even though it’s the first time you met him; he was probably going to be someone you can lean on

you two made a final stop in front of a pair of heavy-set steel doors; no other room in the estate had these kind of doors

“this is my room~ the one room you CANNOT enter.. NO MATTER WHAT! OK?” Yunho tried to be playful to lay down the rule because he didn’t want to seem pushy

“what if I need a late night chat?” you tried to match his playfulness but that backfired

his eyes hid behind his bangs and he stood between you and the door

“my room is none of your business.. there’s no need for you to waltz inside, just knock on my door.. but you better not go inside, Y/N.. promise me you won’t come into my room...promise me now”

his voice lowered a couple of octaves and even though he hid his eyes you could see a red glow through his bangs; this scared you, it was like he was a different person; he really seemed like a vampire

“I-I promise..”

and like a flip of a switch, Yunho went back to smiling and his eyes weren’t glowing blood red anymore, “good, well that’s the end of the tour! let me know if you need anything~ is there any place you want to check out?”

you were still shaken up by his switch in character, you needed a break from it

“I’ll just walk around.. don’t mind me.. thank you Yunho~” you waved at him and went on your way...

...

will you choose his story and learn his secret?

or will you choose someone else?

-YEOSANG

(type: shy but romantic; a bookworm)

(special powers: telepathy and telekinesis)

to take your mind off of things, you went to the library and thankfully you were blessed with good memory so you knew where the library was

you pushed the heavy doors of the library and you were amazed; it was better than any library you’ve ever seen

there were bookshelves that were lined with books all the way up to high ceiling

you walked around the library like it was an unknown wonderland

there were spiraling stairs and aesthetic reading areas; this library would rival any others out there in the world

you were running your fingers along the spine of the books until you came across a secluded reading area

there were two tall leather armchairs; one of them were stacked with books and the other was occupied by a sleeping beauty

it seemed like he was sleeping; his head was rested on propped up arm with his book in his lap

you got closer to him and squatted down to see his face; you thought his profile was beautiful enough but now that you’re closer, he’s even more beautiful than you’d ever imagine

you went to reach his face to see if he was actually real or not

“I’m not a statue..” he murmured as he caught your hand before you touched his face; his eyes were still closed

“h-how did you know I was here? do vampires have super-heighten senses?” you were caught by surprised and was rambling

you calmed down a little when you saw him open his eyes

all of the heirs probably had different colored red eyes but his were different; it was a true red with gold flecks that made it seem like he had gold splinters stuck in his irises

“you could say it’s something of the sort..” the man sits up straighter and cracks his neck to relieve some tension

“nice to meet you, miss Y/N.. I’m Yeosang..” he turns to face the books on the other chair and the books start putting themselves away on the shelves

then he turns to you and reaches his hand out

you take it thinking that he’s only reaching his hand to shake it but he pulls you up from the ground and wraps his other arm around your waist

“do you really think I look better up close?”

“HUH?” how can he read your mind? is this another vampire ability?

Yeosang realizes that he’s being more bold than he usually is and let go of you immediately and starts to fumble with the hem of his sleeves

“ ..it’s a special power of mine, my powers are only exclusive to me and no one else.. I apologize for intruding in your mind space.. I won’t do it again!”

apparently he was so embarrassed by his previous actions that he ran away, giving you no chance to say anything

“Yeosang?!” you reached out for him but he ran away at the speed of light

what a character, you thought to yourself

...

will you choose his story and find out what he was reading?

or will you choose someone else?

-SAN

(type: looks edgy and grungy at first but is really sentimental; is also the Phantom Thief, the modern-day Robin Hood)

(special power: magician)

after you left the library, you felt a little hungry so you went to go to the kitchen to find something to eat

the kitchen staff were exceptionally nice to you and left after they offered you a midday snack; there were finger sandwiches and cream puffs that were exactly made to your taste

“for a little one like you, you sure eat a lot”

you turned after choking on your cream puff from being startled

“hey, miss.. you okay?” the boy offered you some water to clear your throat

“y-yeah.. thank you-” you paused to wait for a name from the strong-featured man

you were slightly embarrassed to have such an exceptionally looking guy see you being a mess

“the name’s San, at your service, miss~” he showed an unexpectedly cute smile

geez are all the heirs perfect looking?

yes, yes they are

“sorry you had to see all of that..” you murmured at the raven-haired boy

it seemed like he just came from an intense workout; sweat glistened all over his body but he smelled like he just came out of a Versace cologne commercial

“it’s alright, miss.. hey, miss.. you okay?” he got close to your face after inspecting your flushed face and reddened ears but you nodded as you made space between the two of you

he thought maybe he made you feel uncomfortable or maybe it was just a little awkward or maybe he made you upset in anyway; he needed to break the ice

“hey miss, do you like magic?” San sat in the seat next to you as he crossed his legs

“magic? like harry potter’s kind of magic?” you pondered as your doe-eyes sparkled in confusion but your eyes couldn’t meet his

“no like, a magician’s ”magic”.. you know like rabbits in a top hat and stuff like that..” San started to get giddy

“oh... yeah... I know what you’re talking about.. but why did you ask?”

he was ready to knock you out of your socks; he stretched out his arms, pretending to stretch

“well you seem a little..” softly brushing your hair behind your ear, “distracted..”

he pulled a beautiful amulet from your hair; your eyes widened in shock

it’s not like he’s wearing sleeves to hide such a fairly large amulet; the jewelry really appeared out of thin air

“you can keep it, miss~ think of it as a welcoming present from yours truly~ see ya later~” San waved at you as he walked out of the room

“wait! this looks expensive! where did you get this? how did you do that-” when you walked out of the room to chase after him, he was no where to be found

...

will you choose his story and find out how he did that?

or will you choose someone else?

-MINGI

(type: gentle beast; only smiles for you; known to others as the vampire assassin)

(special powers: invisibility and hawk-eyes; can switch eye-sight from x-ray, temperature, to long-range)

you were still confused about San’s magic trick

unable to pay attention to where you were going

cue the cliche scene where you trip on your way downstairs to the large dance floor of a lobby

you squeeze your eyes shut but instead of a deadly and nasty fall, you fell onto someone with a strong build

“miss Y/N, you should watch where you’re going..” the deep voice of your savior made you a little too scared to open your eyes

“are you hurt, miss Y/N?” although his voice was deep, it was filled with care

you slowly opened your eyes and saw his soft eyes that looked like they were a pair of Madagascar rubies

“n-no.. I’m not.. I’m sorry.. I should’ve watched where I was going..” you tried to shift yourself away so that you weren’t leaning on him for support anymore but you almost fell, again

the deep-voice man held your hand so that you wouldn’t fall, “let me at least escort you down the stairs, we can’t have anything bad happen to the Earl’s daughter...”

“thank you... I’m not used to these steep stairs yet..” you murmured; you probably have a permanent blush by now

“it’s nice to finally meet you, miss Y/N.. my name is Mingi-”

the sound of the harpsichord could be heard from where you two were

“Hongjoong must still be playing music...”

Mingi nods and turns back to you, “he could play for hours.. miss Y/N? since we’re here on the dance floor, would you mind if I asked for a dance?”

you looked everywhere but at him, “i-if you insist.. it would be a waste of this music and this dance floor...”

without another word, he slips his hand on the small of your waist and interlocked your small hand in his

you felt like you were Belle and he was the Beast; from Beauty and the Beast

it was like you were at a ball, wearing a stunning dress that swayed to follow Mingi’s lead

the fact that he was only looking at you and smiling at you made you believe that Mingi wasn’t as scary as you thought

he spun you out but you felt another hand take you away from Mingi’s

...

will you choose his story and continue to dance with him?

or will you choose someone else?

-WOOYOUNG

(type: kind of childish; is uninterested in many things except for you because he’s met you before)

(special powers: teleportation and mind-control; to control someone physically but not mentally/emotionally after consuming their blood)

you completely let the other person pull you away from Mingi and carried you like a princess

“you should be careful of him, miss Y/N.. he’s a very dangerous assassin, you know~”

you looked up as you were still being carried; if looks could kill, you would be dead by now

but from your angle, you can’t really make out his full face

“if miss Y/N should be careful of anyone here, it would be you...” Mingi rolled his eyes as he got closer to you and your carrier

the male stuck his tongue out at Mingi and started to dash away

“you’re just mad because you got her taken from you.. sorry, not sorry, but dancing with Mingi is one of the most BORING thing you could ever do~”

before Mingi could get to you, you were shrouded in a poof of a cloud

when the cloud cleared up, you could tell you were in another part of the estate

“you can teleport?” you asked

but then when you saw his face clearly, you wanted to ask another question, sadly you missed your timing

“wow, you’re not even gonna ask what my name is..” the man places you gently onto a plush sofa

you looked around the room; this must be the common area

“I’m Wooyoung, at your service~” he bows quite dramatically

“I’m guessing you already know my name..” you grabbed a pillow for comfort

Wooyoung sat right next to you and started to twirl with a strand of your hair, “I know more than your name..”

your eyes opened and got close to him, “you can read minds too? have we’ve met before? did we meet in another life?”

Wooyoung started to laugh at your cute remarks, “no I can’t, that’s Yeosang’s thing... but I’m glad that you were thinking about me~”

Wooyoung cupped your face with his veiny hands and got real close, “we’ve met before.. when we were kids..”

your excitement caused your forehead to slam into his

“really?! when?! what happened?! I don’t really remember!”

although you were fine, Wooyoung’s forehead was throbbing

“my head is spinning now, there’s no way I can tell you~” he half-teased, half-spoke the truth

“what?! no way... is there anything I can do to help you?” you were concerned; you have always been hardheaded... literally

Wooyoung lowered his chocolate red-brown eyes and snickered under his breath, “if you give me a kiss and make it better, I’ll tell you~”

you got up from your seat; blushing, of course, “what are you a kid?! forget it!”

“wait, miss Y/N.. I was just kidding!”

you darted out of the room

...

will you choose his story and go back to find out how you two met before?

or will you choose someone else?

-JONGHO

(type: rarely talks but watches out for you; unlimited strength and does anything you ask of him)

(special power: blood absorption; the ability to absorb blood and/or use it to convert into anything)

you didn’t know how long you ran for but you turned up in the rose garden, which looked exceptionally beautiful at night; your heart stopped beating at the speed of light and you felt relaxed in the midst of the rose bushes

there was an exquisite gazebo in front of a moonlit-sparkling lake so you sat there and thought about how you got to this place

how you left the place you called home to get back in touch with your father

how your father was the leader of vampires; which meant you were half-vampire, half-human

how your were suppose to marry one of the vampire heirs to stay protected from the other creatures who want your powers

it was a lot to take in

you walked closer to the lake to look at your reflection; looking at the glowing red eyes you were always made fun of for, wondering where you got them from

sure they weren’t as bright as the other vampires but they were still red

you were lost in thought; unable to detect the large man-eating koifish swimming up towards you

by the time you realized there were another pair of eyes staring back at you from under the water, it would be too late to jump back to safety

you felt a fast gust of wind as someone got in front of you

they placed their hand into the fish’s mouth and pushed it down; causing the lake’s water to form into tsunami-like waves away from the person in front of you

the fish shriveled up and turned to ashes that blew away with the night’s cool breeze

everything happened so fast; your knees finally gave out from shock and you sat onto grass that thrived next to the lake

“miss. Y/N...” the person called out

because of the moonlight, all you could make out was a man with a muscular build and a pair of glowing dark red eyes

he reached out for you but you flinched

this man had incredible strength and was scared that if he touched you, you would become like the fish

he was hurt by your action but took his hand back, “there are dangerous creatures lurking in the waters.. please be careful.. miss Y/N..”

you couldn’t help but feel bad, he saved you but you can’t even bring yourself to even thank him

“um thank you!” you finally had the courage to get up to talk to him

that was when the moonlight hit his face and not his back, you could finally see his face

he had his own charming looks; despite of his physically and powers, he was pretty baby-faced and when he smiled back at you, you felt your heart skip a beat

“you’re welcome, miss Y/N.. my name is Jongho.. welcome to the Aurora estate..”

he walked alongside with you back into the castle but never said a word

sure, it was quiet.. but it wasn’t awkward

...

will you choose his story to find out more about him?

or will you continue the story to choose later?

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Familiar Face part 2

Part 2 lets go!.

Harumo:Why do you......Look like me?.

Reitan: Thats my question to you, who the hell are you? and why do you look exactly like me, well except the hair color, ...how much to do weight?

Harumo: What?! my weight? uhm...

Ryota: Harumo.. are.you.....okay?.....

Moritaka: Oh my lord! he looks exactly like you Harumo!

Reitan: Yeah yeah, i look like him and whatever ,also who the hell is this cutie right here.

The chubby look alike points at Ryota with there tongue sticking out.

Ryota: Wha-- ME?!

Harumo: OH NO No no! there, you’re not touching Ryota like that!

Reitan: Pst, what, you got a crush on him or something?

Ryota: C-Crush?!, {blushes} w-what made you say that?!

Harumo: As a matter of fact, i kissed Ryota, so there....hmph

Moritaka: What?!, Ryota, you two have k-kissed ?!

Ryota: [Blushes} It was the only way to defeat the exception back then!

Ryota”s face turned Red, out of sheer embarassment, due to the fact, he remembers the way he felt, when he kissed the LUCKY BASTARD!.

Harumo: We kissed each other lips to lips.

Moritaka: L-lips?! to lips!

Reitan: Woowwww, well this is getting awkward.

After an awkward conversation about Kiss, Lips, and then crushes, One transient appears to be running away as he has recovered from the chubby look alike’s attack.

Moritaka: Comrades, the robber is getting away!

He points to the robber transient, Due to the force that launch the robber about 10 meters away, he was already heading towards the exit of the park,

Harumo: After him !

Robber: Hahahah, hey, takes for that moron! .. hahaha

Reitan: tsk..

Ebisu: I Don’t think so,

Harumo: Ebisu?

Ebisu: Back casting on a big one ! and........ FIIIIIIISHHHHHH!

Out of nowhere,The chubby pink haired was riding his fish cusion and floating in mid air with his fishing rod, whom is his sacred artifact. He begins back casting his rod and casts towards the robber’s clothes, According to his Role and Rule, his fishing line will always hook its target.

Ebisu: Haha got you now !,

Robber: What the- ahhhh!

Ebisu: Harumo now !

Harumo: Got it !

While Ebisu is dragging the robber towards you, you jumped on top of him to subdue him, However, it seems like the robber is not ready to give up, as he struggles to get rid of you on top of him,

Ryota: Don’t worry Harumo !, get ready for the famous

RYOTA SQUASH!

The chubby orange haired one jumped on top of you to increase the weight the robber has to bare. however.

Harumo: Sandwich time ! ....ow

Ryota: Sorry Harumo...

Robber: What the heck,! what are these kids eating!

He stills struggles to get free from the immense weight, but

Moritaka: Look !, its the police !

The police follwed by

Tajikarao: Hold, in the name of ju-...oh it seems you have captured the robber.

Harumo: Hi Tajikarao!, looking good in those tights !

Tajikarao: Thank you Harumo, now, its time to do our jobs,...Men, cuff this robber immediately

Cops: Yes Sir !

The Cops cuff the robber and took him away, A round of applause burst around you, as sign of recognizing the brave deed you and your friends did,

Ryota: Wow, i didn’t realize I’ll get applauded for this.

Moritaka: There’s nothing to be shamed about Ryota, Both of you did a brave deed, and that is something to be honoured for.

Ebisu: Are you guys okay?

Harumo: Yep, all good here.

Ryota: That was amazing Ebisu !, who knew your fishing line could go that far.

Ebisu: Hahaha, the perks of being a fisherman i suppose.

Tajikarao: Ahem, All of you did a fine job citizens, Thank you for your bravey in catching a dangerous criminal.

Harumo: Just do what we have to do.

Tajikarao: Well then, I’ll best be off, i have to escort him to the station, Until then, until then Brave Citizens !

Ryota: Are you okay Harumo?, Did i squish you too hard?

Harumo: Hmmm,, i think so,,,but not really hurt.

Ryota: Thank goodness.

Reitan: Ohhhh, what a caring boyfriend.

Ryota:b-b-{Blushes}...BOYFRIEND!

Only a single word, the orange haired chubby student, panics in embarrasment and freaks out, even though he feels a much more deeper connection to Harumo, though he denies it, it only reinforce Reitan’s idea. Also Ryota’s face red as a tomato,and blushing so noticeable you might assume he had a fever.

Ryota: I-I-I M ,,NOT!

Harumo: Hmmmmmmmm

Ryota: ....Harumo.... y-

Moritaka: That was superb teamwork you three!

Ebisu: Thanks, Moritaka.

Moritaka: Ebisu, that was incredible fishing you just did.

Ryota:......{What am i to Harumo?}

Thoughts of doubt,Thoughts of his role to them, stirred in his mind, as to what he is to him, what is he to him?, He remembers back to the time, his savior only just appeared in Shinjuku Central Park.

{3 months ago}

The moon litted the dark sky can be seen on the soft,green patch of grass, the wind blowing sofly as it grazes an orange-haired student, sitting on it, with a thought in his mind, as he stares infront of the river, only to be distracted by a sudden fish’s jump out of the water.

Ryota:........*Sigh*

Beside him is an assortment of chocolate,lollipops and candy, wrapped in a plastic bag he bought from the nearby convinient store,...He takes a lollipop and puts it in his mouth savoring and absorbing the juicy flavors of blueberries mixed with strawberries.

Ryota: MMMHHHMMMM!,

While savoring the lollipop,he goes back into staring the clear blue waters of the lake infront him, While reminiscing a certain friend of his,

{???}

???: Hey Ryota! lets go to the lollipop store, i heard they have a new type of flavor in the menu!

Ryota: Really!? but...{Checks wallet}...Oh no!,.... i totally spent it all on that new manga i wanted!,,, Sorry, looks like i can’t

???: Hahah!, Don’t worry, its my treat!, i just want to hang out with you.

Ryota: ....you want..to hang out with me?

???: Yeah, we’re friends aren’t we?

Ryota: Y-Yeah we are! , thanks!

???: Now lets go!

{end of reminiscing}

Ryota:......*sobs* why...

Reminiscing about a certain friend, only reminded him, the pain he felt, from the day his beloved friend moved away.

Ryota: *sobs*

{Phone rings}

Ryota: *Gasp in surprise*

He wipes off his tears and hurried checks on his phone to see, someone very angry is calling him.

Ryota: H-Hello-

Shiro: RYOTA YAKUSHIMARU!, WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU! ITS ALREADY PAST CURFEW AND YOU AREN’T HERE!

Kengo: Yo nerd!, tone it down a little would ya!

Ryota: S-SORRY! Shiro, i was just buying some treats because i ran out!, but I’ll be on my way soon, !

Shiro: You better!, because we are going to have a long taik when you get here!

{Call ended}

Ryota:....Eeeppp!, Shiro is so scary when he’s mad, i better run now, before he blows a fuse.!

As he hurriedly picked up his bag of treats, and runs off to the nearby exit,

Oni: RAAAAAAGHHHH!!, HUMAN FLESH!

Ryota: Eeeepp!, an Oni?!, here in night?

Oni: Human Flesh!, Tasty!....RARRRRGGGHHH!!

Ryota: AHHHHHHH!!!....

Panic and scared the orange haired run off to safety,however its enefective against an Oni’s high jumping power as he leaps from tree to the next tree and lands infront of him, roaring to him as he has found his meal to satisfy his hunger..

Ryota: Ahhh....ahh.. come on....I got it!

As a defense mechanism, he throws his treats at him while crying, because he just bought it with his allowance,

Ryota: Here! take it all you big lug!

Oni: Rarrrggghhhhh! Hmmmmm...

Interested in the treats thrown at him, that created the opening Ryota needs to run away, while the Oni tries the sweets and chocolates he got.

Ryota: Ahh.....ah........ahhhhh....*gasping for air*

Meanwhile the Oni tries one of the chocolates he thrown, and...

Oni: MMMMMHMMMM.....PLAAAA!....NOT GOODDDDDDD!...HUMAN FLESH! WANT!!

As he lets out a loud roar, Ryota runs off to the nearby exit as his treats have slowed the Oni long enough for him to escape,

Ryota: All right!, there it is!.......What the?!---

Harumo: Huh?!-oooffff

Not paying attention, another uniform wearing chubby crashed with the orange haired one and both fell down.

Harumo: Ahhh....hey....are you okay?

Because of the impact, Ryota nearly fell into unconciousness, and slowly opens his eyes to see someone on top of him..

Ryota: K-Keis....uke?

Harumo: Keisuke?....uhm hello?

Ryota: ..H...HUH?!, What....just happened?

Harumo: You bumped into me by accident, sorry, i wasn’t paying attention,...here..

They extend a hand to Ryota,to stand him up.

Harumo: By the way, My name is Harumo...so,,, whats your name?

Ryota: Thanks, for helping me up, im Ryota Yakushimaru!, nice to meet you Harumo!.

Harumo: You’re much more cuter up close!

Ryota: W-What!?,w- why are you saying that all of sudden?!

Harumo: Well, its because you’re cute in all and you’re much more plumper up close, i like that!

Ryota: [BLUSHING} W-W-What?!, ..o-okay, T-Thanks....

Harumo; Why were you running?

Ryota:......Oh yeah! thats right i was running away from the Oni!

Harumo: Oni?, ,,,whats an Oni?

Ryota: Wait, you don’t know?

Harumo: Well, the things is { Explains they’re arrival}

Ryota: I think i get it....Hey, what are you stari-

Oni: Raaaaaagggghhhhhhh!

Ryota: Crap!, Its here, lets run!

Harumo: Holy Crap!

Holding your hand, you two run towards the exit, finally out of the Park, however the Oni, doesn’t seem to be stopping anytime soon,,,as it continues its pursuit for human flesh, as it has spotted to humans to further satisfy his hunger and become more ruthless and ferocios,

Harumo: Why is it chasing us?!

Ryota: I don’t know!, i was just going back home when he showed up all of a sudden and then chased me and i have to sacrifice my precious snacks for it, AHHHHHHHH!

Harumo: Ryota!

Due to the panicked running,Ryota failed to notice a rock on the way and slipped causing you two to fall down again, while the Oni is already behind you

Oni: Two Humans!, More Food!

Ryota:S-Stay away from them you bad Oni!

Harumo: Ryota...

Oni: [Grabs Ryota}

Ryota: AHHHHH!!

Harumo: Ryota!RRRRRR!!!!LET,, HIM,,GOOOOOOO!!!

{Slash}

Oni: Rarrrrrr!

All of a sudden, a cut like wound is seen on the Oni’s right chest, by a mysterious sword, being wielded by the chubby hero...

Oni: What?!, you’re a sacred artifact holder?

Harumo: So this must be what LIl Salomon was taiking about earlier.....All right..DON’T YOU DARE HURT MY FRIEND!

Ryota: H-Har--umo....{Sleeps}

A fierce battle folds, normally someone with zero combat experience will definitely die in a second against an Oni, however you move as if you have already know where to move,its as if your body is moving via muscle memory, you slash him with all your might, but your attack was blocked by his massive club,feeling an electric shock feeling from hitting his club with all your might, you stumbed a little giving the Oni and opportunity to hit you hard

Harumo: Oh no!,,,Thaaaarrrgghh!

.Hitted on the side of your body, you felt shortness of breath as you were launch to the side by the impact,

.Harumo: Crap!, Aaaahhhh!, ,,,

.Oni: Raarrrrrgghhhh!

.Preparing the final blow,as he raised his club up high to strike you down with unimaginable force, it leaves him wide open, and then..

.Harumo: Boundless Tail!

Oni: Rarrrrr!

[End of battle}

Ryota:....

Harumo: Ryota!, Ryota wake up ! c’mon Ryota please wake up!

Ryota: ahhh......ahhh..

The unconcious fellow slowly regains conciousness as he hears the plea from the one who saved him, but as he looks at them..

Ryota:Kei-Keisuke?

Harumo: Keisuke?,, no its Harumo, Ryota,

Ryota: Huh?, Harumo?, wha-what happened?, where is the Oni? and did you fought him with a sword!

Harumo: Hahaha!, Yeah, i won and he won’t be bothering us anymore!

Ryota: Really?! Oh, Thank you so much Harumo, you’re a lifesaver!

Ryota hugged Harumo out of gratitude and kindness.

Harumo: Are you okay?, you’re aren’t hurt are you?

Ryota: Im okay,! I just fell asleep! also.. Can i ask you something?

Harumo: What is it?

Ryota:... W-Why didn't you runned away, you could have saved yourself, so..

Harumo: Because i couldn't let the thought of saving you out of my mind.. And.. You're my friend..

Ryota:.. .....I-i-im your ,,,,frieend?....*sobs*

Crying out tears of joy, the sobbing chubby embraces you, as his cries echoes throughout the empty, quiet street of Shinjuku..

{End of Scene}

{Present}

Harumo: Ryota?, Ryota!,,,,, RYOTA!

Ryota: Ahhhh!, that scared me, what is it?

Harumo: You’ve been staring at the ground this whole time,

Moritaka: Are you feeling unwell?! should i fetch you some water Ryota?

Ryota: I-its nothing!, i was just remembering something a long time ago,

Harumo: Oh, what is it?

Ryota: Uhmmm,,,{Sees someone},,,What?

He stares at someone, in complete shock, as if he has seen something or someone is there.

Harumo: What is it Ryota? { Looks at his direction}

Ryota: Is that?

Reitan: Hey Keisuke!, Is that you, you knucklehead, what the hell are you doing here?!

Ryota: It is him....

Keisuke: I was just getting something to eat,

AND NOW, THATS IT FOR PART 2 OF FAMILIAR FACE, WELL I FEEL LIKE SOME PEOPLE ARE GOING TO BE MAD FOR THE WAY ITS INTEPRETED BUT THATS OKAY IT WILL WORK OUT SOMEHOW I THINK, AS ALWAYS THANK YOU ALL FOR READING,IF YOU LIKE IT THEN LIKE IF NOT THEN DON’T LEAVE A LIKE, COMMENT OR SEND AN ASK OF WHAT YOU THINK AND IM REALLY OPEN FOR HARSH CRITICISIM AND OPINIONS OF WHAT YOU THINK DON’T WORRY IM NOT GOING TO MAD IM SURE YOU ALL KNOW THAT, AS ALWAYS THANK YOU FOR READING AND SEE YOU GUYS LATER!

SELF PROCLAIMED WRITER: THANK YOU FOR READING!

HARUMO: THANK YOU FOR READING!

RYOTA: THANK YOU FOR READING!

#housamo #tokyo afterschool summoners #mc5 #harumo #ryota #reitan #keisuke #familiar face part 2 #story #fanfiction #moritaka #*ebisu

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futurewriter2000 · 3 years

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Heartless - pt. 12

A/N: Oh, man.... I love this. I was literally swinging left and right as I was writing the last part, listening to the song.

James and Sirius were both laughing as they ran to the house, one racing the other. They were like two children, filled with life as they both like the wind.

“PADS!” James shouted, laughing and running to him. “WE’RE APPARATING!”

“WHAT?!”

“WE’RE APPARATING!”

“WE DON’T KNOW HOW TO APPARTE!”

“WE’RE DOING IT NOW!” James jumped on Sirius and apparated with him, tumbling into the living room floor.

They both looked at each other, traced their hands all over their body just in case if one left their leg somewhere in Switzerland. Sirius still wasn’t of age, until November, to use magic but since James was, all he wanted to do was use it. When they saw each other apparate for the first time.

“Bloody hell, mate! You actually made us apparate!”

“ARE YOU TWO BLOODY INSANE!” Fleamont came rushing into the room with his face red as tomato.

“I did as you said dad!” James shouted, jumping around him meanwhile Fleamont grabbed James’ shoulder firmly and forced him to stop.

“YOUR ROOM! BOTH OF YOU!” his voice boomed through the room meanwhile James’ smile faded at the sight of his father’s anger. He wanted to argue with him but then he saw you sitting in the background, avoiding his eyes as your mother sat beside you and another man stood there.

“What’s going on?” he asked, trying to push his father’s hand away but Fleamont didn’t let him.

“Alastor Moody?” Sirius walked into the kitchen, smiling at the man as the man only grunted. “Blimey, sir.”

“What is it boy?!” Moody grunted, turning to Sirius. “Oh, you look just like your father. Except the hair. The hair is new.”

“And so is your missing eye.”

“I-”

“Boys.” your father said again and both of them looked up at him. “Room. Now. I will not ask again.”

“This seems like a family matter. Sirius and I are-”

“James, out.”

“But-”

“JAMES!”

“DAD! IT ISN’T FAIR-”

“JAMES FLEAMONT POTTER GET INTO YOUR ROOM OR I WILL LOCK YOU INSIDE! I HAVE ENOUGH THINGS ON MY MIND DON’T LET YOU BE ONE OF THEM!” by now your father resembled the colour red, almost defined it.

You had never seen your father this mad, nor did James or anybody else but your father had more problems in his mind then James’ behaviour.

“Oh, so I’m a problem now?”

“Yes, now go up to your room before I make you, son!”

“I hate you.” James growled at him and looked at Sirius, who was looking at you, who was looking back at Sirius.

He gave you a soft, comforting smile and nodded. He left with James, always looking back at you to give you the comfort nobody else could.

When you all heard James slam the door shut, your father let out a long breath then turned back to the three of you. He looked at Moody and gave him a stern look. “I’m not sending her away, Alastor. She’ll be safe at Hogwarts.”

“She’d be safer at Beuxbetons or Durmstrang-”

“Durmstrang! All they do is black magic! The Dark Lord could have a bunch of-”

“Hogwarts isn’t safe with her, Fleamont!”

“Dumbledore can surely-”

“Dumbledore can only do just as much!”

“How about I go to Hogwarts... It’s my last year. Everybody will know something is wrong, Alastor.” you stood up and walked up to your father. Putting your hand on his shoulder, you gave him a small, soft smile before looking back at Moody. “You can teach me-”

“Like I have the time for you, you silly girl. I have more important things to do than teach you silly old spells.”

“They’re not silly! I am not silly! I can fight and I can do so much more things. Just because I am a girl, does not mean I am useless!”

“You being a girl is not the issue. You can think as highly as you want, girl but the Dark Lord has years of experiance that you would only dream of. If he gets you in his hands again-”

“He won’t!”

“I won’t be there to save you next time!”

You shut your lips as the terrible events of that night came rushing back into your memory. You turned around, showing him your back as tears started to gather in your eyes. You swallowed them thickly.

“Then find somebody who will!” you said sharply, turning at him and glaring back. “Find a Legilimen! Find somebody who knows-”

“They would never agree to do what you ask of. You’re better off at Durmstrang. They have the best Legilimen teachers.”

“I don’t want Durmstrang! I want Hogwarts!”

“Then I can’t help you!”

“Then I’ll help myself! If you don’t want to teach me- if Dumbledore doesn’t want to teach me then I’ll just teach myself!”

“That’s impossible-”

“No, it’s not.” your mother suddenly cut in, standing up on her two feet and finally getting some colour in her face. She walked to all the three of you and glared at Moody. “I am grateful for saving my daughter-” she took a hold of your shoulders and kept her hands firm on them. “- but my uncle was a self-learned Legilimen and he was successful in anything. She is like him and I know she is better than anybody in this family. She can do this. If she wants to go to Hogwarts, we will send her to Hogwarts with her brother but the only thing I ask you Alastor to check up on her-”

“Mom!”

“Somebody needs to.” she turned to you, smiling. “I know you’re strong. You’ve always been stronger than any of us now you have to let us help you at least a bit. I almost lost you, I’m not taking that risk again.” she then turned back to Moody. “We will pay you ot teach her the Dark Arts- the proper Dark Arts. Four times a week or three times a week. It can be you or somebody you know.”

“Alright.” Moody said, making everybody silence in surprise. “It won’t be me, though. I know you Potters are stubborn but so am I. I’ll find you a good Auror.” and with that he was gone in a blink of a second.

---

You came into your room and closed your door behind you. Leaning on them, you looked up at the ceiling and took a deep breath in. “God-”

“Sirius but you can call me God too-”

“BLOODY HELL!” you jumped at the sight of the dark figure in the bed, reading a book under the bed lamp. He was grinning at you, watching you hold your heart and slide down the door from horror.

“Jumpy, are we?”

“Merlin, what are you doing here?”

“James shut the door before I made it inside. Guessed he wants to be alone.”

“Oh.” you said, letting your head fall into your palms and rubbing them against your eyes, letting out an exhausted groan.

He kept looking at you, his eyes focused on the blue lines on your arms. Your sweater was too big, stretched out and worn out, making the sleeves fall down your arms, almost to your elbows. There were black lines, blue lines- like veins, like cuts- something he had never seen before.

He felt a long pit in his stomach form but he swallowed every emotion into that pit. He closed the book and slid down the bed. He leaned on it, sitting opposite of you and watching you.

“How are you?” he asked, making you look up and throw your head back.

“Great, as you can see.” you smiled, closing your eyes and wishing he would be next to you. Wishing so hard he would crawl to you and take a hold of you but when you opened your eyes, he was still there- so far away.

He kept watching you for a moment or two, just before he stood up and walked to your stereo and finding a Muggle station he loved to listen to. He never told this to anybody but James, Peter and Remus but he loved to turn on Muggle radio stations just to piss of his parents. Who knew that he would end up enjoying Muggle music?

It started on the middle of the song, making Sirius smile and how beautiful he looked when he showed his smile- especially the kind that made his eyes sparkle with mischief.

He stepped in rhythm with the song, offering you a hand. “Dance with me?”

“Sirius...”

“Come on, you grandma.” he took your hand and pulled you up, placing his hand on your hip and the other into his, swinging with you on the song.

“You don’t have to do this...” you said, smiling at him before leaning a bit forward to his chest. “But it’s really nice.”

“ I'll be there 'til the stars don't shine 'Til the heavens burst and the words don't rhyme .” he started to sing with the song, making you smile and hold him close.

You put your hand on his chest, leaning your head on it as well and hearing his slow heartbeat as he held you close, singing softly in your ear.

“And I know when I die, you'll be on my mind And I'll love you, always ...” he kept going on, leaning his head on you and letting the song play on by itself. Until he pulled back and stepped back a bit, the bass guitar playing faster and louder, “ What I'd give to run my fingers through your hair To touch your lips, to hold you near When you say your prayers, try to understand I've made mistakes, I'm just a man!!!!!” he shouted loudly and dramatically , taking your hand and pulling you close, swinging with you on your feet and hearing you laugh next to him.

“I didn’t know you were such a singer, Black.” you started to tease, pulling a bit away and wrapping your arms around his neck and going from one foot to another.

“I can be a lot of things, Potter. You only say the word.” his eyes flashed a little mischief, just as his grin, just before he turned his head away, avoiding the moment and hearing the music change. His grin spread and he pushed himself away, opening his arms and singing from the depth of his lungs. “TAAAAKEEEEE MEEEEEEE!!!! TO THEE MAGICCC OF THE MOMENTTTTT!!!!!! ONN A GLOORY NIGHT! WHERE THE CHILDREN OF TOMORROWWW!!! DREAAM OFF-”

“Oh, my God Sirius.” you ran to him, placing your hand over his mouth. “It’s late.” you laughed and he looked kept humming despite your hand on top of his lips, dancing with his eyes as well as his hips.

“Can’t help the music.” he took your hand and spun you around, dancing with you more relaxed and taking a hold of you from behind you, swinging you left and right as his hands kept holding yours.

And you wished it would be like this forever... forever like a dream, your dream....

#sirius black #sirius black x reader #sirius black imagine #sirius black imagines #james potter #james potter imagines #james potter imagine #marauders #marauders imagine #marauders imagines #marauders fanfiction #marauders era

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firaknight · 3 years

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idk if ur still doing the writing requests but uhh maybe a kirfluff love confession?

I absolutely am!!!!!!! Here you go anon!!

Alternative title: These puffs gay and one of them has no idea what gay means while the other gets gay panic.

~~~{+}~~~

It was a noticeably chilly night in Dreamland. Despite it being the middle of summer, the chill of the night was stronger than ever. The sky was clear and empty, stars painted across the darkness. Soaring under the sky was the Warpstar, leaving sparkling trails of stardust in its wake. The Warpstar itself had taken on a slightly different form, resembling a large pillow rather than a star built for transportation.

Sitting atop the Warpstar were Kirby and Prince Fluff, nestled together beneath a thick blanket. Their bodies sunk into the center of the Warpstar, like sitting on a particularly squishy pillow. It was warm, the kind of warmth that was just comfortable enough—not too hot, not too cold, just perfect.

The night air was crisp, the sweet summer breeze gently blowing. Fluff noticeably shuddered at the breeze, colder than usual. Kirby huddled a bit closer, oblivious to the blush that slowly grew on Fluffs cheeks. The prince stared into the starry night sky, his mind wandering, his expression twisted in deep thought. Kirby noticed the sudden shift and turned, gently nudging him, and in a quiet voice asked...

“Whats wrong, poyo?”

“Hm? Ah, it’s nothing! Just... lost in thought.” Fluff hoped that simple answer would deter the pink puff. To his dismay, it only seemed to make Kirby more intrigued.

“It’s not nothing! You look upset.” Kirby scooted a little closer. He took note of how warm Fluffs cheeks were. Maybe he was sick? Maybe that’s why he wasn’t feeling good.

“Really, Kirby, I’m fine. I’m just thinking.” Kirby gently placed a paw on Fluffs cheek, feeling said cheek grow progressively warmer and turn a brighter shade of red.

“Thinking about what?” Fluff bit the inside of his cheek. He knew this conversation wouldn’t end well...

“Love.”

“Love? What kind of love, poyo?” That question caught him off guard.

“What do you mean “what kind of love?” Isn’t there only one?” Kirby shook his head, smiling.

“There’s lots of kinds, poyo! There’s platonic love, one-sided love, puppy dog love which I don’t really understand, romantic love, really really romantic love—Meta Knight and Dedede don’t like talking to me about that one for some reason—poyo, and familial love! I’m probably forgetting a bunch, but there’s a lot, poyo!!” Fluff thought over the responses, staring down at the Warpstar.

“Wait, hold on— really really romantic love? What’s that and why won’t your dads explain it to you?” Kirby stared blankly. Even he was a little confused on that one.

“Uh, I don’t really know, poyo! Dedede changes the subject before I can ask and Meta Knight tells me I’m not old enough yet. He says that in a couple years or so I’ll be old enough to understand what he’ll tell me, poyo.”

“Guess it’s really personal, huh?” Fluff mentally patted himself on the back for changing the subject. Maybe this time Kirby wouldn’t pry for more information.

“No, I don’t think it is. He says it’s got something to do with puffball puberty, which I haven’t hit, poyo.”

“Oh, ok.” The two sat in silence after that, but it wasn’t a pleasant silence. It was the kind of silence that made you want to talk, even if there was nothing to be said.

Maybe he’s done-

“Back to the original subject; what kind of love are you thinking about, poyo?”

Yod yammit.

“Romantic love. There, happy?” Fluff tried to stop himself from sounding too blunt. He didn’t want to talk about this, but Kirby wouldn’t let up, even if he said he wanted to change the subject.

“Romantic love for who? I promise I won’t tell anyone, poyo!” Fluff furrowed his brows. He was going to dodge these questions for as long as he could.

“A friend.”

“Oooo!!!! Which friend, poyo!! There’s so many!!” Fluff was mentally cornered. He couldn’t say “a close friend” because that would narrow it down to maybe 3 people, of which Kirby could easily deduce who he had feelings for. He also couldn’t just repeat “a friend” because Kirby, while naive, isn’t stupid, and would narrow it down to those few close friends almost immediately. He couldn’t stay silent, because Kirby would think he struck a nerve or something and would most likely never bring up the topic ever again, which, while helpful in this situation, wouldn’t be in the future. He bit the inside of his cheek again and decided to take a risk. A calculated risk in the form of a puzzle, but a risk nonetheless.

“A pink friend.” Kirby tilted his head in confusion.

“Pink? That’s weirdly specific, poyo.”

“Mhmm.”

“Pink, huh... hmmm...” There was an unbearably long amount of silence between the two. Fluff couldn’t tell if Kirby was lost in thought or spaced out, and he really didn’t want to ask. He decided to throw in the towel, realizing this was getting nowhere.

“Y’know what, nevermind. Forget I-“

“It’s me, isn’t it.” Fluff felt his cheeks get hot.

“H-how did you-“

“Well, it’s not like you were super vague about that hint!” Fluff mentally hit himself for that one.

“...”

“Well, I’ve got a confession for you, poyo.” Fluff ran over the options in his head, all of which were bad. Kirby was probably going to say he didn’t love him back like that, and would prefer to stay friends.

Just get over the fact that he doesn’t like you back. He’s Kirby, he probably hasn’t had a romantic thought in his-

“I love you back. In a romantic way.”

Fluff was speechless. Completely taken off guard and a little shaken by the response.

“Y-you’re joking, right?”

“No? Why would I be, poyo?”

“I...”

“To tell the truth, I’ve been too cowardly to mention it. I-I mean, you’re a prince, poyo! I’m just a kid with superpowers, I guess. I always felt like I was waaaaaayyy out of your league and that, if I mentioned that I liked you, you’d shrug it off like it was nothing, poyo.” He paused for a moment, thinking.

“You were always so friendly with me, even when I was just some random stranger who got thrown into your world by accident. I-if I’m being super honest, I’ve had a crush on you since we made it to Treat Land all the way back when we first met, poyo.” The realization that, maybe, just maybe, Kirby was trying to flirt with him all those years ago made Fluff put his face in his paws.

“I can’t believe I didn’t realize it sooner...”

“It’s not your fault! I’m not super great at showing romantic love, poyo. I’ve only ever felt that kind of love once or twice before I met you, and I had no idea how to respond to it other than my usual acts of love!” Kirby gave him a smile, that adorable smile he gave everyone.

“S-so... uh... d-does that make us... b-boyfriends?” Fluff couldn’t figure out why saying those words made him unbelievably nervous.

“I think so!”

“W-what do b-boyfriends do...?” Kirby went silent, thinking on it.

“Well, Meta Knight and Dedede are gay, and they kiss each other on the lips a bunch.” Kirby could see Fluffs face go from blue to almost entirely red.

“U-u-uh... I-I don’t think I’m ready for that...” Kirby gave Fluff a small pat, smiling.

“We don’t have to then! What about an alternative?”

“L-like what...?”

“Nuzzling! I do it a lot with friends and it’s my way of saying “hello” and “I love you” in a platonic way, but we can make it romantic!” Fluff thought about it and decided that nuzzling was probably a good start.

“S-sure! B-but you’re going to have to demonstrate that. W-we don’t do that back in Patchland, I think.”

“Fine by me! Now sit still!” Kirby peppily scooted closer, pressed one of his cheeks to Fluff and nuzzled him. Fluff swore he could cook something on his face with how hot it’d gotten, yet at the same time, he loved this. Every second of it, while it made him more and more of a blushing mess, was wonderful to him. He decided to return the gesture, squishing his cheek against Kirbys and nuzzling back. Almost immediately he heard the low rumble of a purr. His face turned maxim tomato red upon hearing it. He’s never heard Kirby purr before, and good lord was it adorable.

“Y-you can purr???”

“Mhmm! All puffballs can, I think!”

“...I think it’s adorable...”

“Awww, Fluff!!!” Kirby nuzzled him a little harder, giggling.

“Well, my dear boyfriend, would you like to watch the stars with me?” Kirby giggled at Fluffs sudden flirtatious tone.

“I’d be happy to.” The two smiled, resting against each other, staring up at the night sky. Maybe it was just Fluff, but with Kirby around, the sky looked more beautiful that night than ever.

#fira knight screeches #firas box #fira makes braincells #THESE PUFFS GAY!!!!!!!!!!#anytime Kirby says something he doesn’t understand please imagine him saying it as nonchalantly as possible #he’s like ‘yeah idk what gay means but if it means I love you then yea!!’ and Fluff just has a heart attack on the spot /j #also RENAAA!!! RENA RENA RENA!!!!!!!! COME HERE!!!!#PSPSPSPSPSPPS MUTUALS EVERYONE COME HERE!!!!!! KIRFLUFF FOR YOU!!!! PSPSPSPSPSPSPSPS #long post #fira writes and bites

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teachthepitifulchildren · 2 years

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I posted 150 times in 2021

36 posts created (24%)

114 posts reblogged (76%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 3.2 posts.

I added 64 tags in 2021

#the owl house - 10 posts

#gustholomule - 10 posts

#violetsfavmusicalquotes - 9 posts

#toh - 9 posts

#mattholomule - 5 posts

#hamilton - 5 posts

#gus porter - 5 posts

#lumity - 4 posts

#the owl house gus - 4 posts

#leerens - 3 posts

Longest Tag: 72 characters

#so basically i’m mainly the gus posts and they are mainly the matt posts

My Top Posts in 2021

I just need to say: I hate when people take Amity and make her character “Gay mess lol” like no. Was her arc all for nothing?

(edit: just adding that I don’t hate lumity or think it’s overrated, it’s what got me looking at the owl house in the first place. I just want people to give amity some more personality in fan made media)

45 notes • Posted 2021-06-20 13:18:54 GMT

“Thank you so much!” Gustholomule prompt (kinda) by @pepper1

“Okay, okay, okay, okay. It’s fine, it’s fine. You two are.. friends now! We won’t think it’s weird, unlike that one.. time… ugh.”

I’m standing behind one of the walls of Hexside School of Magic and Demonics. In my hands I held a small box with holes in the top, my heart beating faster every second.

“Just.. give it to him, you don’t have to say anything weird just give him the present, Matt, dammit!!”

“Uh, Mattholomule? Are you alright?”

Speaking of the devil.. well more like angel…

I turned around quickly, almost stumbling as I put the box behind my back.

“U-uhuh..”

“Oh okay, I thought I heard yelling..”

Oh no, hopefully he doesn’t suggest it being me..

“Oh, hm confusing.. I heard it too.. haha…” I laughed, wanting to just disappear into the the uneven ground.

“Well, what’s that?” He pointed to my back, trying to peek around.

Here’s your chance Mattholomule, just give it to him! NOW

“W-well I wanted to…gift you s-something..” Real smooth, huh..

“Hm, really?”

“Uh, yeah!” I nodded a bit too enthusiastically.

I continued. “So.. I happened to h-hear you and Luz talking about how much you love frogs, so I..”

I revealed the box, trying not to force it too aggressively at Augustus.

His eyebrows raised and his teeth stopped biting his lip in anticipation.

“No way! Did you!?”

It hit me, maybe I ready the conversation wrong. Maybe they were speaking some form of human code, agh!

“Wait, are you mad, you probably are.. I’m sorry..”

His face fell slightly but bounced back up.

“No, no! I’m just.. shocked, but please of course and WOW!”

He carefully and gently took the box from me and gave the content of the box an adorable smile after opening it. I felt like I could die.

“Thank you so much, Matt!” He squealed, running up to me as I tried to process everything, including the nickname that came from out of the blue..

Then he hugged me.

OH MY LORD JUST STAY CALM MATTHOLOMULE OR MATT I GUSSS JUST HUG HIM BACK OR IS THAT WEIRD I DONT KNOW JUST STAY CALM-

The End

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“It’s adorable!” - Gustholomule

So you remember those fake artefacts you brought to that H.A.S meeting?”

“Oh yeah, you threw them away didn’t you?”

Gus looked from side to side funnily and let out a small giggle.

“Oh, they’re in my bedroom, on my desk. I can bring them tomorrow if you’d like.”

Mattholomule was touched, and his face reflected this sincerely.

“Oh that’s fine, I was just asking I don’t need them anymore, you can keep them.. in your bedroom, on your.. desk…”

His cheeks were darkened but Gus didn’t notice, he didn’t seem to be saying or hearing anything Matt was saying. His eyes seemed to be fixed on the other boys forehead, his eyes slightly squinted and his face overall being intrigued. The sight was almost too cute for Mattholomule to comprehend.

“W-what are you l-looking at Gus?” He stuttered, swallowing awkwardly.

Saying nothing, Gus extended his arm and reached to his friends head, accidentally touching his cheeks in the process.

“Uh, G-Gus what are you doing?” Mattholomule’s face resembled a really red tomato but he didn’t lean his head or body back at all.

Gus’ arm reached its target and started to curl around and play with the ahoge hidden most of the time underneath Matt’s hood that had been recently revealed in that moment.

“Ooo! Pointy hair!!” He giggled, shuffling closer so he could start bouncing the mentioned ahoge.

“Oh.. that… heh..”

“Why is it always hidden? It’s adorable!”

That almost did it for Matt who gets shrugged, looking at his lap with his eyes widened awkwardly.

Gus read this movement wrong and took his hand away, moving back.

“Sorry, did you not want me to do that? I’m sorry was it uncomfortable?”

Matt made eye contact with the boy, whose eyes were sympathetic and apologetic. He didn’t like that look.

“N-no, you can play w-with it..” Matt confirmed, putting his head up again and bounced his own hair slightly.

“Thanks a lot, Matt! You should stop wearing your hood so often so people can see it!”

“O-okay Gus…”

75 notes • Posted 2021-07-02 20:20:04 GMT

Gus Headcanon:

I feel like Gus would love to learn glyphs since he loves human things and that’s the way humans can perform magic.

89 notes • Posted 2021-06-26 08:42:22 GMT

I found the base but not sure who it’s by, I’ll edit this post when I find out

This is who I’m PAN for!!!“ -Gus

232 notes • Posted 2021-08-15 14:08:36 GMT

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justcallmefox89 · 4 years

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Truth or Dare Part 1

It’s Arianthi’s birthday and Diavolo has decreed she can have anything the Devildom can provide. She requests a slumber party at the House of Lamentation; her, the brothers, the angels, Solomon, Diavolo, and Barbatos.

Written from the perspective of my female OC, Arianthi.

Some suggestive content and a little bit of feel good fluff - things every good sleepover should have.

I’m adding a different mood playlist to each installment of this series, just songs that I listened to while writing and feel embody each part of the story.

Lizzo - Boys

Blackpink - Boombayah

The Struts - Primadonna Like Me (Definetly Asmo’s song lol)

Fozy Shazam - Holy Touch

Jonathan Young ft. Travis Carte (cover) - Hello Kitty

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“Come on Luke it’s going to be a lot of fun!” I grab the smaller angel’s hands and swing him around in a wide circle.

“Put me down! I’m not some little kid!” Luke struggles to pull away and I finally release him, a wide smile on my face.

Simeon wraps an arm around Luke’s shoulders and gives him a squeeze. “Come on Luke, it’s Arianthi’s birthday. You can at least pretend to be happy.”

“I am happy.” Luke gives a grumpy glare at the floor. “I just don’t understand why we have to spent the night here. With all these disgusting demons. In this disgusting house.”

“Aww is the chihuahua not having fun?” Mammon elbows Luke and Simeon out of the way to wrap an arm around my waist.

Luke clenches his fists and glares up at Mammon. “I! AM! NOT! A! CHIHUAHUA!”

“He’s just teasing,” Simeon chuckles good naturedly.

I wrap my arms around Mammon’s waist and give him my best puppy dog eyes. “Please Mammon, no teasing tonight. You promised. I want Luke to have fun too.”

Mammon flushes a furious red and clears his throat loudly. “O-o-of course. You MY human after all. You can count on THE great Mammon to make this birthday your best yet.”

He puffs his chest out as I give him on last squeeze. “You really are the best Mammon. Can you go help Satan with the food? I know Beel and Belphie said they would but......”

“You can count on THE great Mammon.” He says, walking towards the kitchen with a slight swagger in his step.

I wish she wouldn’t baby that chihuahua so much, he thinks as he walks to the kitchen. That’s MY human after all, why does he need her to protect him? Why does she care so much if he has a good time? I’m her first man, she should be worrying about me.

I turn excitedly to Simeon and Luke. “Diavolo and Barbatos are already in the living room with Lucifer and Solomon if you guys want to go hang out with them. I have to go drag Levi out of his room and get ready with Asmo real quick and then we’ll all be ready to go.”

“Take your time Arianthi,” Simeon says with a kind smile. “We know the way.” He takes a slightly resistant Luke by the elbow and starts towards the study.

She’s always so kind, to all of us. I appreciate the way she looks out for Luke too, even when she doesn’t have to, Simeon thinks as he lead Luke to the living room, the memory of Arianthi’s bright smile causing something in his chest to tighten and an unfamiliar feeling to flutter in his stomach.

I bound up the stairs. I really do need to get Levi and Asmo but first I need to make a pit stop by one of the brother’s rooms. I gently try his doorknob and give a relieved sigh when the door swings open. I close the door quietly behind me and make my way inside. I ruffle through the clothes on his bed, then quickly scan through his closet.

Aha! This is perfect. I hope he like’s seeing me in this.

It’s my birthday and the present I want most hinges on this plan working later tonight. I hear the growing sound of voices from downstairs.

Time to go.

I stop by my room long enough to throw my prize onto my bed, then make my way to Levi’s room. I step inside and take a minute to allow my eyes to adjust to the dim blue glow that lights up Levi’s room. He’s at his computer, headphones on, completely oblivious to my presence.

Of course.

I roll my eyes, but I’m not annoyed. I smile as I skip towards his desk chair and gently remove his headphones.

“Hey!” He turns to me, furious at first, then flushing as he realizes my hands are gently cupping his cheeks.

“Come on Levi! It’s slumber party time,” I say, releasing his cheeks and gently tugging at his hand.

He slouches further down in his chair, still blushing furiously. “Don’t make me. You know I hate parties.”

“Oh.” I try to keep the disappointment out of my voice. I plop down on the floor in front of his computer chair. “It’s just us Levi. And Diavolo and Barbatos and the angels and Solomon. No strangers. I really think you’ll have a lot of fun.”

I look up at him pleadingly, but his facial expression says he remains unconvinced. I heave a deep sigh.

He’s my bestie. I really want him there, but I’m not going to force him if he doesn’t want to.

“It’s ok, Levi. I won’t make you come; I don’t want you to be unhappy or uncomfortable,” I tell him as I stand up. I reach out and squeeze his hand again. “But if my Lord of Shadows does decide to make an appearance later on tonight I’d be super happy.”

I turn to go but Levi doesn’t let go of my hand. His gaze remains firmly on the floor and he’s still tomato red.

“R-really?” He asks quietly.

I nod enthusiastically. “Of course! Henry can’t have a real birthday party without his BFF!”

Levi shuffles to his feet reluctantly. “OK. Anything for my own personal Henry.”

I give him a long hug. “Thank you Levi.”

He nods shyly. “I was even able to track down some of those normie movies you wanted on Akuzon.”

“Oh my god Levi! You’re amazing!” I hug him again. “I have to go get ready with Asmo, but can you go down and get those set up while I do that?”

“Yeah. Which one do you want first?” He asks.

“You pick. You’re the genius who was able to track down my contraband, you should get first dibs!” I grin as him as I hurry out of his room.

She’s such a good BFF, even if she is a normie, Levi thinks, gathering up Arianthi’s movies. I know she’ll never want anything more with a yucky otaku like me but......

He shakes his head firmly, banishing that thought as he makes his way downstairs.. She’s my Henry, and that’s good enough for me.

“Asmo! I’m so sorry I’m late I was trying to get everyone else ready to go!” I call out as I barge into his room.

“No worries gorgeous! I’m just putting the finishing touches on your outfit for the night!” He calls out from his bathroom.

“You got me an outfit?” I ask, laying down on his bed and inhaling the scent of his delicious cologne.

“Of course darling. It’s your birthday after all, and you can’t just wear anything to a slumber party full of demons. Especially if I’m by your side.” Asmo winks at me as he sweeps into his bedroom, holding a bundle of lace and silk in his arms.

“Oh Asmo,” I breathe, completely taken in by his appearance. He’s wearing silk pajamas perfectly tailored to his body, in a soft peach that compliments his complexion, curls perfectly mussed.

“You love?” He does a quick twirl for me.

I quickly snatch a soft pink rose from a bouquet by his bed. I walk over and gently tuck it behind one of his ears, smoothing back his curls a little.

“You look absolutely beautiful,” I say softly.

He gives me a coy wink even though a light blush dusts his cheeks. “You think tonight’s the night I’ll be able to cuddle a little closer to Diavolo? Or maybe even you, my darling?”

I give him a gentle shove and laugh. “We’ll never find out if we don’t get downstairs, so show me this outfit you came up with.”

He holds it up proudly. “It’s going to be perfect with your hair and that gorgeous complexion of yours. And your eyes will absolutely pop. Not to mention these curves.” He runs a hand suggestively down my side, slipping smooth fingers under the hem of my t-shirt.

I quickly step out of my clothes and allow Asmo to help me with the various lace details and straps, before finally slipping into a short black silk robe.

“Damn Asmo.” I whisper as I look at my reflection in his mirror.

“Right?!” He squeals as he comes to stand behind me, smoothing my long black curls before adjusting a headband to keep my hair away from my face.

The headband has adorable furry cat ears in the same shade of emerald green as the barely there lace lingerie I’m wearing. The green highlights my eyes and seems to make skin glow. The lace bra and panties hug my curves just right, while detracting from the things Asmo knows I’m self conscious about. The silk of the robe whispers along my skin, and a pleasant shiver crawls up my spine.

“Satan is going to go absolutely crazy for you in these ears Arianthi,” Asmo whispers against my neck. “And Mammon will lose his mind with jealousy at everyone seeing his human in this state. Gorgeous and vulnerable.”

His hands ghost along my hips, barely touching me. “You will absolutely have all of us at your mercy tonight my dear. You're enough to even tempt Simeon to sin.” Asmo trails a finger along the curve of one of my breasts.

I step away and give him a cheeky grin. “It’s not fair for you to be the only temptation at this sleepover. It’s my party after all.”

Asmo giggles and holds out his hand. “Ready to go sin a little my dove?”

I bite my lower lip and take his hand, “Absolutely.”

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I Do...I Guess? (5)

Guadosalam

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The city of Guadosalam was made of thousands and thousands of interwoven tree roots. No leaves, just roots. Just like the Guado themselves, nature seemed to stretch and twist in the most peculiar of ways.

Though, none of this was really digested before a Guado man called out to them.

“Lady Yuna! The High Summoner Lord Seymour has been expecting you! I am Tromell, the steward to His Grace. Please won’t you come with me?”

Yuna seemed flustered. “Lord Seymour wants to see me?”

“Most fervently! We expected you last night, as far as travel time goes.”

“Our apologies,” said Lulu, “we were delayed at the Moonflow by a Shoopuf stomach ache.”

“Nevertheless,” said Tromell, “you’re here now, so come!”

Startled by the bluntness of the Guado, the party was whisked off into the city. The city was made up of overlapping bridges and tunnels, all still made of tree roots.

“I wonder if this is what being a rabbit is like.” Tidus mused.

Tromell escorted them to a manor in the middle of the city, with a grand staircase that wrapped around both sides of the room.

“Wait here, a moment,” Tromell prompted, before disappearing under the stairs.

Auron nudged Tidus closer to Yuna. “Stay near her. I have a bad feeling.”

“Oh yeah? Yevon rub you the wrong way too?”

“I’ve been in Zanarkand for a very long time. Things change. Opinions change. Status of power changes.”

“Vague, but threatening.”

Yuna looked at Auron. “You don’t think Maester Seymour is a bad person, do you?”

“People with power can abuse power, priests of Yevon have power. That’s all I’m saying.”

Tidus laid a hand on her shoulder. “Don’t worry, Yuna. Maybe he’s just going to congratulate us, or give you some tips. Or something.”

“I hope you’re right.”

Lulu nudged Tidus, and pointed to a series of portraits on the wall in front of them. “History lesson, for the oh so important husband of the summoner.”

“Lay it on me.”

“These are the leaders of the Guado, the last on the end is Lord Jsycal, father of Seymour.”

“Wow, they all look the same.”

“Now look at this side.”

The line of portraits trailed off to show Seymour, but next to his predecessors, it was obvious how different he looked.

“Why doesn’t he look like the rest of the Guado?”

“That would be because he’s half human. Lord Jsycal married a human woman, and brought the Yevon faith to the Guado.”

“Wait, so they haven’t always been a part of Yevon?”

“No. Only about twenty years now. They are the guardians of the Farplane, and Macalania woods. They convened with nature, and the pyreflies.”

“Okay,” Tidus held up his hands. “That was a lot of information you just threw at me. What about them guarding the Farplane? Are you being literal?”

“Completely. There’s a gate here, in Guadosalam, that allows us a brief glimpse into the Farplane.”

“We can go there later,” Yuna stated. “I heard it’s an emotional experience.”

“That’s…crazy.” He ended with.

Tromell reappeared. “The dining room is ready. Please, help yourselves to the food. You must be famished. Lord Seymour will be with you shortly.” He gestured them down a hallway.

“For twisting our arms and making us rush here, there’s sure a lot of waiting,” Rikku remarked.

“If we keep getting delayed like this, we’ll reach Gagazet too late in the season, and have to wait until the spring thaw.” Auron added, with much bitterness.

“I think that’s a little far…” Yuna offered. “We still have a few weeks before the ice sets in.”

“And who knows how long Zanarkand will take? What if we make it over the mountain, but not back over before the ice sets in? You don’t want to be trapped in those ruins for several months.” Auron argued. “We press on, and if the timing is too close, we stay with the Ronso, or come up with alternate plans.”

“I guess I hadn’t been thinking about the mountain ice,” Yuna offered shyly. “I didn’t think the pilgrimage would take that long.”

“It shouldn’t,” agreed Lulu, “but if we keep getting stopped like this…”

“Hey, no worries. We’ll make up time somehow. And if we have to stay with the Ronso…that can’t be all that bad. Kimahri can get us in with his family.”

“Kimahri leave Ronso tribe. Runt of litter, shamed by brothers.”

“Oh.”

“We have a while before we even get to Gagazet, so let’s all just chill out, okay?” Rikku offered.

The group fanned out, taking their concerns to each corner of the room. There were several tables of food, each stacked higher than the one before.

“The Guado may be blunt,” said Rikku, “but they sure do know how to make someone feel at home!”

“Guado food, mostly plants.” Kimahri muttered to himself as he picked over a fruit tray.

“Hey,” Yuna brought a plate over to Tidus. “Look what I made!”

It looked like an open faced sandwich, with cheese and tomato slices.

“Hmm looks good?” He offered.

“It’s for you! It’s pizza!”

His eyes widened. Indeed, she had remembered his instructions from the night before. Oh how vague he had been.

“Aw! Yuna, this is wonderful. Sorry I didn’t recognize it at first. I didn’t really describe it that well last night.”

“No?”

“Well, first of all, it’s cooked. Usually in a wood stove. The dough is soft, then you add tomato sauce, and then shredded cheese and other toppings. You bake it until it’s melted and golden brown.”

“Oh…” she looked sad. “Well, I don’t have an oven…”

He held her shoulder. “Don’t worry about it. One day, I’ll make you a proper pizza.” He took the plate from her. “I’m going to eat this anyway, because it was the nicest gesture anyone has made for me…in like, forever. Thank you.”

Yuna smiled broadly.

“My my,” spoke a smarmy voice from the door. “So many guests, it’s been so long.” Seymour entered the room, and offered a bow, which only half the party returned.

“You wanted to speak to me?” Yuna asked, humbly.

“Yes, My Lady Yuna. First, I would like to share something with you and your party.”

Immediately, the room erupted in a glowing light. A hologram, projecting a huge city, filled the room.

“Zanarkand!” Tidus exclaimed, recognizing it immediately.

“Correct, the Holy City, as it appeared a thousand years ago. These images are gathered from memories from the Farplane”

“Amazing machina…” Rikku whispered to herself, more about the hologram program than the ancient depictions.

“You recognized it so quickly,” Said Yuna.

“Sure!” He pointed out a tall building. “This is a condo, and this one here is a bank. This one has a grocer on the bottom that sells really good chicken sandwiches.”

Wakka and Seymour both looked at him curiously, but said nothing.

Instead, Seymour drew attention to himself. “She lived here, all those years ago.”

“Who?”

The hologram changed, this time to a bedroom, with a woman sitting on the bed.

“Oh, Lady Yunalesca!” Yuna explained.

“The first to defeat Sin. Your namesake. Your destiny!”

Tidus gave the others in the room a quick glance. Rikku met it and rolled her eyes.

“Um, my father named me that. But I think he just liked the name.”

“You do not believe in destiny, My Lady?”

A holographic man in armor entered the room, opening his arms wide to embrace his wife.

Seymour looked at the couple with longing. “Two hearts bonded for eternity, unflappable loyalty and love. This truly was the key to stopping the unbeatable Sin.”

Now Tidus turned his gaze to scrutinize Seymour. He was looking at Yuna in that way again, the eyes of a predator.

Yuna seemed to squirm under that gaze.

“Lady Yuna, I would be honored if I could speak to you in private?” He gestured to a corner room as the hologram faded.

“I…uh…” Yuna stuttered.

Auron shoved Tidus forward. “He goes with. That’s all the privacy we will allow.”

Seymour looked disappointed, but beckoned them both along to the little room.

“What is this all about, Your Grace?” Yuna asked.

Tidus stayed silent, but right at her side.

“Seymour is fine, My Lady. If I can return the favor?”

“Yuna is fine as well, and this is Tidus.”

Seymour didn’t seem to care. “I am ever so grateful that you granted me an audience. I know being a summoner is a busy ordeal—“

“Would you just spit it out, already?” Tidus muttered.

“Something the matter, Sir…?”

“Tidus,” he repeated, like he hadn’t just been introduced. “I’m sorry. We’ve had a…stressful day, and we’re anxious to get on with our journey.” He tried to be polite, but there were just too many red flags flying in his face.

“I understand. Then, I will not beat around the bush anymore. Yuna, I believe it is for the benefit of Spira that you and I wed.”

She jolted. “What?!”

“Think of the joy it would bring. A maester of Yevon, and a High Summoner, bonded in Holy Bliss! Would it not bless Spira? I would only aim to aid in your Journey as well.”

“I…” Yuna just stared in shock, her mouth fighting for words.

Tidus, while never the one to back down from a fight, had a feeling that Seymour would ignore him if he protested. So he rested his hand on Yuna’s shoulder, and gave her strength.

She took a breath and found her center. “While I am extremely flattered you would ask this of me, I must decline. I am already married, you see. Tidus is my husband.”

Seymour frowned, and his steely blue eyes flashed with a definite hate in Tidus’ direction. “You were not married at the Mi’ihen Operation, though.”

“We were engaged.” Tidus fudged the timeline. Yuna didn’t object.

“So you’ve only been married, what? A few days?”

“About two,” Yuna clarified. “The ceremony was performed at the Djose Temple.”

This made Seymour smile. “Only two days? Then there’s nothing to worry about. The records wouldn’t have made it to Bevelle yet, and we can easily annul the whole thing.”

“HA!” Tidus laughed. “Annulment?! Are you serious? Like we would ever—…” he stopped when he noticed that Yuna was thinking it over. “Yuna, we wouldn’t…right?”

She looked at him, lost, totally thrown for a loop. “I don’t know.”

This angered him. “You don’t know!? It should be obvious! Unless you regret this? Regret me?”

“That’s not…I only meant…”

Seymour hummed. “I can see this isn’t an easy decision for you both. Of course, an annulment must be mutually agreed on. I’ll leave you two to discuss it. I hope you reach the right decision, Sir Tidus.” And the bastard left.

Tidus let out a yell, which startled Yuna. Then he followed it with, “Who does he think he is?! Thinking I’d go along with whatever he wants just because he’s a Maester! Disgusting!”

Yuna hunched her shoulders and clasped her hands in front of her chest.

“Well? What’s it going to be?” He asked, tone much harsher than he intended.

“If it would be for the good of Spira—“

“No. Yuna. I’m not married to Spira, I’m married to you. Use terms like ‘I think’ and ‘I feel’ don’t just…regurgitate things that have been said to you!”

She flushed, and turned her back to him. “I need some water.”

He went to the door and opened it for her, taking deep breaths with each step. “Sure, let’s get you some water.” He tried to keep his voice steady.

Out in the parlor, Seymour loitered with the rest of the party. When the door opened, they all turned to look.

“You okay, brodda? We heard you scream.”

“Peachy. Just peachy.”

Yuna walked with purpose to the drink table and downed a glass of water.

“What about you, Yunie? Your face is all red.”

“Lord Seymour asked me to marry him,” She said sternly.

“And?” Asked Auron, “you’re already married.”

“But only recently, there’s still time for an annulment,” Seymour prodded again.

“Yes, the High Summoner gave up her marriage to someone she really cared about to marry for politics. Sounds very romantic and I’m sure Spira will love to hear it.” Auron bit. “Yuna and Tidus were married so that Yuna could have a support pillar during her journey, not so that the world could feel a little better for a day. When it all comes down to it, Sin must be defeated, and this is a distraction.”

Tidus was going to hug that man the first minute they were alone.

“But easing the suffering of Spira is the job of the summoners. Even if it was just a little while, Yuna has the ability to do so, and should act on it.” Seymour offered, with a grin that seemed pleasant. Then he tilted his head as he studied Auron. “If you’ll excuse me Sir. Why are you still here?”

Auron did not answer.

“Forgive me, we Guado are very keen to the Farplane scent.”

“If you saw what I saw, you’d be drenched in the Farplane too.” He answered coldly.

Then Seymour noticed Rikku, who had been doing her best to stay in the background. He frowned again, “And an Al Bhed as a guardian to a summoner? Isn’t that rather unbecoming, Lady Yuna?”

“An Al Bhed?!” Wakka blurted, before whirling to look at Rikku. “You’re—?”

“Yes…”

“She can’t be a guardian! She doesn’t believe in Yevon!”

“Yuna wanted her as a guardian. That’s all that matters,” Auron challenged.

“Are you kidding? Al Bhed aren't allowed in the temples! How is she supposed to be a guardian? And just because you’re the most experienced one here, doesn’t mean you get to be the ultimate authority, ya?”

“Kimahri not like situation.”

“No kidding. I need some air.” Tidus left, without so much as an ‘excuse me’. He rushed out of the mansion, passing a smug Seymour, and doing everything in his body to not punch his lights out.

Outside, Tidus climbed the bridge to the Farplane entrance, and sat on the edge, legs dangling.

“Damn Seymour.” He muttered. How quickly everything had dissolved. A few well placed questions and everyone was at each other's throats. Why bring up Rikku being an Al Bhed? Was he just trying to get everyone to doubt Yuna’s judgement?

How gross.

“It’s not you, you know.” Yuna interrupted his thoughts. She knelt on the bridge next to him.

“What? Is this the ‘it’s not you, it’s me’ speech?”

“No, because it’s really not you that’s at fault. You’ve been wonderful, Tidus. I’ve never been married before, but you’re the best husband I could ask for.”

“Then what? Was our marriage just…a game to you? Just something fun to do on the journey? And now that someone with power comes along, you want to ditch me? For a marriage with meaning?!”

“That’s a very cruel thing to say.”

He growled to himself, pulling on his hair. “I’m sorry, I’m just—“ he sighed, finding a piece of patience. “Do you remember that girl I told you about? She and I were seeing each other in Zanarkand?”

“Yes?”

“Well…she did something like this before. Not marriage. But she would…break up with me. And she’d go and date someone else for a while, and then when it didn’t work out, she’d come and declare we were dating again. And I never tried dating anyone else in those breaks, because the pain of her rejection always hurt. She would just…try for something better, and she knew that when it didn’t work out, I’d be there waiting.”

“That’s awful.”

“It is. It sucked. I know this isn’t the same thing, though. You don’t love Seymour. You don’t even like him, do you?”

“Love’s got nothing to do with it. I have to do what’s right for Spira.”

“You’re already doing something huge for Spira by going on this pilgrimage! And we’re going to defeat Sin! Isn’t that enough?”

“Tidus...I’m sorry for hurting you. I’m sorry if I ever made you feel like I was using you. I care a lot about you, or else I wouldn’t have asked. But...I rushed into our marriage. I don’t want to make any decisions I regret. I want my journey to be meaningful.”

“I thought you wanted it to be full of laughter?”

She paused, staring at him. The words went unsaid. If they got their annulment and she married Seymour, there would be no more laughter.

“I think I want to see my father,” she said. “He’ll have some answers for me.”

Tidus shrugged, noncommittally.

“I’ll go see if everyone else is ready to visit the Farplane.”

Kimahri had followed Yuna, as was his way, and he stood back silently as they talked. When she rose to leave, he came over and rubbed Tidus’s head.

“Hey!”

“For what it worth, Kimahri like Tidus for Yuna. More than anyone.” That was all he said, and all he ever needed to say.

Tidus swallowed thickly, emotion bubbling up inside of him.

Was he losing his wife to someone she didn’t even love?

Why did he care? This wasn’t a marriage of love either. It was a bucket list item. She was really giving him an out.

So why did he want to fight so bad?

Auron rubbed his head, just like Kimahri had. “Are you crying? I heard you’re quite the cry baby.”

“I’m not crying.”

“Sure.”

“But I appreciate you standing up for me.”

“I wasn’t necessarily standing up for you, more just against this whole thing. I don’t know what Seymour’s aim is. He certainly has enough fame and notoriety. And bringing up Rikku’s lineage? Low blow.”

Just then, Rikku and Wakka came out of the mansion, arguing. Lulu stood nearby, arms crossed, maybe as a mediator. Yuna stood a few paces back, looking anxious.

“How can you say that Machina is harmless when it’s very clearly the cause of Sin?!”

“It’s not clearly the problem if it’s still allowed by Yevon!”

“Only some things are allowed! And only if we use them humbly and for help, not to rise to power. Those weapons you people used at Operation Mi’ihen is probably the reason Sin came there in the first place!”

“First of all, I had nothing to do with that Operation. My family thought it was a bad idea, and we stayed away. Second of all, they had a Sinspawn as bait, so don’t place the blame on a few cannons!”

Auron spoke up. “Rikku! Wakka! That’s enough! You’ll never agree on this, and arguing is pointless. You both want to protect Yuna, right?”

“Yeah,” said Wakka.

“Yes!” Said Rikku.

“Then that’s what matters. Do that, and you’ll get along great.”

“Really duct taping the team back together, aren’t we, Chief?” Tidus asked, with much sarcasm.

“I could just let them yell at each other in the street. Then everyone in Guadosalam will know Lady Yuna travels with a band of hooligans.”

“Kimahri not a hooligan. Kimahri is Ronso.”

Tidus smiled at him. “Okay big guy.”

Lulu rounded up the two combatants and Yuna, like they were baby ducklings, and corralled them up towards Tidus.

“To the Farplane then?”

“To the Farplane.” Yuna said, the only one with any enthusiasm.

As everyone walked on ahead, Tidus fell into step beside Yuna. “Hey.”

“Hi.”

“I’m sorry for yelling.”

“Don’t apologize. You were justified in your anger.”

They walked a while in silence, slowing their steps to put distance between them and the others.

“I just want you to know…this marriage means more to me than I thought it would. I get that it was for convenience and to fulfill a pipe dream, but I like being with you. I liked waking up next to you the other night.” He flushed. “Um, what I’m trying to say is that if you’re trying to give me an out, or an excuse to leave, don’t. I’m content to stay.” Then he sighed and took her hand. “But if getting an annulment and marrying Seymour is what you want and what will make your journey easier, then I’ll let you go.”

She squeezed his hand back. “I appreciate it. I’ll have your answer after I speak with my father.”

#Final Fantasy #Final Fantasy X #tidus x yuna #tidus #yuna #final fantasy tidus #fanfiction #I Do...I guess?

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i had originally sent this in as an ask but seeing as you cleaned out your inbox im assuming my ask didnt get sent smh this happens so much. so im trying to send in my matchup as a submission instead!!

also sorry for what you're about to read my thoughts are all over the place

main personality traits:

so first! i am.. very eccentric. i am introverted, but i love spending time with my friends whenever i can. im also that type of person who is shy/quiet around people i don't know but very loud and boisterous around people i do know. i have a justice/bravery soul i guess. my friends consider me to be very funny. i have a big ego sometimes,,, but i can also think i'm like awful two seconds later? i like to be the more dominant one in the relationship? like i would have NO PROBLEMS if my partner wanted to be a house-spouse and i had to support our family. i use she/they prounouns if that matters. i am pretty flirty with my partner and love seeing them flustered. i bottle up my emotiona and i probably will until the day i die, and i try to keep up a happy/funny persona. i am kinda impulsive and reckless? physically, i'm like 5'7, have dyed hair and i have a nose peircing. i hope to get a septum in the future and maybe get my tongue split?

strengths:

i am actually physically strong, even without working out. im very enthusiastic and creative? im pretty independent (but that may come from the social anxiety not allowing me to ask for help even if i need it).

weaknesses:

i actually had a physical weakness thanks to genetics 🙄 and that is my knee being absolutely fricked up. otherwise, as mentioned, i have HORRIBLE social anxiety. i actually have a hard time saying no when people ask me to do things, especially if i don't know said person.

pet peeves:

i REALLY do not like clingy people, and people that constantly need attention (more of why i'm also a cat person smh). i don't like why people copy my ideas without asking of that makes sense? i have this thing against smokers who don't care about other people, like if they just ignore you when you ask then to move or not smoke around you.

odd habits:

i talk to myself. i talk to myself SO MUCH. full on conversations; my mom thinks i am on the phone with someone half the time. i quote SO MANY THINGS; most recently being minecraft youtubers (techno has some good lines please ✋). just randomly i will say some sort of reference or a quote. i also just start singing out of the blue sometimes, or dancing. i zone out a lot, like 100% out of it. it doesn't last for long, maybe a few seconds tops.

hobbies:

i spend a lot of time playing video games, and if i'm not playing i am probably reading. i do write (mostly between 1am–4am) but i dont... post much of it JENISF. if watching videos counts as a hobby, i spend a lot of time on tiktok and watching mcyt.

no no's:

i need my space sometimes, so clingy people are not for me. i don't like being pressured into doing things i dont like/dont want to. i absolutely cannot stand the thought of having children, i would not be able to take care of one.

miscellaneous:

i like the sort of relationships where you can tease/lightly make fun of each other, but i'm okay if my partner doesn't like that.

i have a pet cat, and i would like to have a snake in the future.

i have a big interest in aquatic life (i wanted to be a marine biologist when i was a kid i was so obsessed) and i would love to bombard my partner with info that i know about that. aquariums will be a must-visit place for us to go, either for a date or even just for a fun day out.

i actually have a really short attention span, and i can hardly sit through a movie unless i am actually really interested in it.

thank you!!! :)

heeey! Sorry about the lost ask earlier. That’s two people with confirmed missing asks now :(

anyways I’ll match you with LORD (fellswap red sans)!

First of all, you’re exactly Lord’s type! Friendly and bubbly but not at all clingy. Like you, he also needs some space in a relationship.

Lord isn’t touchy at all. He actually has a pretty strong aversion to most physical touch until much later in the relationship so intimacy takes a while. Instead he likes showing his affection through small gifts (common) or his words (rarer but very heartfelt). If you like easy to fluster people, then lord is the man for you ;)

The biggest hurdle in the relationship would be children. He does want children, but it’s not a deal breaker, so if lord is sufficiently committed he’ll pick you.

dating lord includes:

Very funny reactions to your teasing. I’m talking full on tomato face and his voice raising several octaves. Despite the dramatics, he lowkey enjoys it even though he’s horrible at returning it.

Lord is an avid reader and has plenty of subjects he enjoys, with romance as his favorite! He’d happily read anything you write and will quickly become your biggest fan!!

Funnily enough, the animals that lord likes the most are also snakes. He prefers the huge boas but any snake will do. He likes to secretly refer to them as his minions.

#undertale imagines #fellswap red #matchups #submission

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katpapple · 3 years

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A Test of Courage

A Banri x Kat fanfic

This is a self ship fic, uwa. Hope you like it! qwq

Focus was drawn to the tv screen as the competition occupies his attention. Well, most of it anyway. Banri’s brow furrowed, his eyes narrowing with a frustrated growl. Itaru on the other hand had a completely stone faced expression, magenta irises honed in on the fight as he won the match once again. The younger man let out a sigh of defeat, rubbing his temples in small circles.

“Dammit…” He muttered. Banri’s skills were rusted. Though they shouldn’t have been; he practiced fighting the character Itaru was good at with her, after all. What was causing him to feel so distracted? His mind was drifting all over the place to so many different thoughts, but it always went back to those smoky blue eyes - that rosy cheeked smile - and those wavy blond locks. The image left a lasting imprint, one that was shaking him to the core.

“Wow, your game was off today,” Of course Itaru noticed. “Alright, spill it. What’s going on?” And go figure he would want to know what’s on Banri's mind. This made the Autumn Troupe leader groan as he was trying to find good wording.

“It’s nothin’. Must be an off day for me.” Yeah, no kidding. He was just reiterating Itaru’s point. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to talk, it’s just that the words were escaping him. He didn’t wanna sound like a fool that wasn’t making any sense. Though right now, it felt like nothing was making sense to him. Why did he feel this way again?

“You like Kat a lot, don’t you?”

“Huh?” The brunette took a glance at the man sitting next to him.

“I think it’s pretty obvious at this point that you like her in a romantic sense. Your expressions seem so much more soft and doting around her. Plus, Kazunari said you two eat lunch together more often at class now.”

Shit. Banri’s cover was blown. Light brown strands were slicked back through his fingers as he tried not to keel over from the blatantly humiliating callout from Itaru. Now he remembered why he was so off today. It was Kat; She was all Banri could think about right now. He thought about playing it cool, feigning ignorance, but that wouldn't work. Not when Itaru knew him well enough to pick up on his mood just from his performance when gaming. A disgruntled sigh left slightly chapped lips, and Banri rested his chin in the palm of his hand.

"I don't know what it is about her, but-" He paused. "Whenever I'm near her lately, I kinda freeze up and I can feel my face getting warmer." Honestly, it pissed him off a little. He thought he sounded so stupid; getting this flustered around a girl he'd known for about a year now made him feel like some sort of protagonist from a romance anime. Even now, he felt his face rise in temperature, and he could deduce that his cheeks were definitely flushed. God, he felt so hopeless.

"Wow." A reaction that caught the young man off guard.

"The hell do you mean by that?" The question caused Itaru to chuckle, a smile decorating his face with mischief.

"Sounds to me like your life's not in super ultra easy mode anymore, am I right?"

The worst part was that Banri couldn't disagree.

"Ha ha, very funny Itaru," He replied in a mocking tone. "Though, I ain't gonna say that you're wrong. Cuz you're not."

"Well, if I'm not wrong, what's stopping you? Are you scared of rejection?"

"Ha! Scared of rejection? I'm Banri goddamn Settsu," He said that with a smile that so painfully indicated he was scared. "I can bet if I confessed to her right now, she'd be-"

"Banri, I know you're lying." That sentence… Why did it cut so deep? It shouldn't. It was true, of course, but the fact he wasn't able to get away with it made him feel like a deer in the headlights. An anxious pang in his chest only grew as Itaru continued.

"Just like always, you're afraid of losing. Typical Banri mannerisms for you, I guess."

"A'ight, ya don't have to rub it in, bastard…" Both men let out soft laughter. Though Banri's was born out of fear. It pulsed in his heart, every scenario in his head playing out with the worst possible outcome. These feelings of longing- of teenage anxiety- of a racing heartbeat and lovesick laughter- all of it was so foreign. So exciting. Yet all the same, incredibly terrifying.

"It's just… she's such a cool person, y'feel me?" Banri started. "I mean, she's smart, she's kind, and so freaking talented on stage. And whenever I see her smile and gush over something she loves, her face lights up and it's just so fuckin' cute." At that moment, he snickered, looking at Itaru eye to eye for the first time in that conversation. "And, shit, don't get me started on how her occasional moments where she gets a bit flighty and airheaded make me so damn happy. Like, she can be so mature and caring, but also a bit of a klutz who doesn't always think things through, but also super passionate and energetic, just-"

"Your perfect girl, right?" Banri nodded in agreement with Itaru's statement. In all senses, to Banri, Kat was perfect. Even with all the little flaws and quirks, like her occasional bursts of temper, the way her face flushed tomato red when embarrassed, it was all lovely to him. The two of them got along so well, but he remembered that it’d be likely she’d just like to be friends.

“I wanna tell her. I want her to know how much she makes me smile, man. I want her to know how god damn beautiful she is. But I don’t wanna make things awkward between us either, y’know?” This elicited a tired look from Itaru.

“Dude, it’s gonna be awkward within the first stages of dating anyhow. Better to tell her and at least get your feelings out and face rejection rather than keep going down this back and forth with yourself.”

“Well how the hell am I supposed to do that?!” The blonde shrugged.

“Meh, I dunno. Never dated anyone so I’m useless in that department.” That just turned Banri’s frustration into desperation.

“At least give me something, dude!” An eye roll from Itaru.

“Look, the best advice I can give is ask to talk to her and see where things go from there. Tell her how you feel about her. Y’know, regular confession stuff.”

“Guess that’s a start…” That unfortunately didn’t do much to settle the nerves from the realization that- oh no- he had to confess to the woman he’s slowly grown to pine for this past year and a half. This wasn’t going to be easy, he knew that for sure.

The next morning makes itself known to Banri from the sun’s rays tickling his face, and the absence of Juza’s snoring. It was the weekend, so he didn’t really have anything to do. Accept… he DID have something to do. Something he desperately didn’t want to do, but wanted to do at the exact same time. He could smell breakfast from his room. Pancakes and bacon. It distracted him from the nervous sensation in his stomach.

After a quick shower, he walks down the stairs, sleep still leaving him in a daze as he reaches the dining room. Pretty much everyone was here, save for Itaru and Masumi who were sleeping in. Kat was on the couch, sketchbook in her hands as she waited for Omi to finish breakfast. She looked up from the paper in Banri’s direction, and gave him a soft smile that melts him into a puddle of happiness.

“Morning, BanBan.” BanBan. A nickname she gave him that she used for some lighthearted fun. It caught him off guard, and he thought it was silly, but after a while, he really grew to love it. It was a nice little term of endearment to the both of them. Though mainly, she was too cute to say no to. Her laughter whenever she used it was enough to get him to laugh along from how infectious it was. Banri sat next to his fellow classmate, and gave a half smile in return.

“Mornin’ Kat. Good to see your face. Always brightens my mood.” A light giggle and a faint hint of blush on those already rosy red cheeks caught Banri’s attention.

“Aww, look at you being all sweet and charming today. Who are you, and what have you done with Banri?”

“Pfft, wow, rude.” The two of them laughed quietly so as to not disturb everyone else. Lord knows Sakyo would be up their asses for it later if they were too loud. “For the record, I’m nice and charming all the time. I’m Banri Settsu after all.” That got Kat to snort.

“Oh my god, that’s so corny, I love it.” Banri chuckled at that.

“Yeah, it was, my bad.” Then the fear returned. He could hear his heart beating like a hammer, and his hands quivered ever so slightly. “Hey uh… after breakfast, could I tell you somethin’ at the park?” Kat raised her brows inquisitively.

“Huh? Oh, sure!” On cue, Omi called everyone to the dining room. Breakfast was ready. Kat set down her drawing supplies, and made her way to the table, Banri following suit behind her. Today’s breakfast was simple, pancakes, bacon and hard boiled eggs. Kat smiled happily; they were some of her favorite things to eat for breakfast. Banri sat across from her, the both of them eating in silence aside from occasionally joining in for small talk with others at the table. Though Banri had a hard time eating at all. The anxiety from what he would have to do later made his appetite seem smaller today. He excused himself after only finishing about half his plate, which surprised everyone at the table. He gave a quick tap to the young woman’s shoulder.

“Just meet me there, ok?” A nod accompanied by a hum of confirmation from Kat was Banri’s cue to leave. His shoulders tensed up as he left, putting on his shoes before starting a jog to the park. The whole time he ran, he could feel his resolve waver more than it already was. ‘What if it isn’t worth it? What if she’ll feel uncomfortable?’

‘What if we’ll never be the same after this?’

It scared him so bad. And it manifested into tears threatening to spill and pour down his cheeks. His mouth felt dry, his breath laboured as he sprinted frantically to the park, stopping in his tracks at the park’s fountain before it all broke loose. Choked sobs left him as he tried to catch his breath. His lip quivered as tears rolled down his cheeks. Banri tried to collect himself, wiping his eyes and nose, and steadying his shaky breath. This break in confidence made him feel so stupid. He felt ashamed for being so afraid. He felt even more stupid because he knew Kat would ask what’s wrong. He didn’t want her to worry. He wasn’t used to it. His parents never paid much attention; he was perfect at everything. Right now though, he was far from that supposed perfect man he was. He was vulnerable; he was second guessing himself. If Kat saw him like this - all clumsy and anxious over a confession - what would she think of him?

“Banri?” That voice made his heart sink. He felt like he was in such deep shit right now. His blood ran cold, but his face was red from crying.

“Banri, are okay? Oh god, were you crying?” Her worried tone made Banri feel so secure, but it was so odd to him. The young man wanted to brush it off, say it was nothing, but that was a lie he knew she’d see through. ‘Fuck it,’ He thought. ‘Might as well follow through on what you told yourself you were gonna do Banri.’

“Yeah, uh… I was.”

“What’s wrong? Did something happen?”

“Nah, nah. Well, I mean- I guess? I just- I dunno, I kinda got something on my mind and it’s really stressin’ me out.” A hand came to Banri’s back; a reassuring touch to let him know he was ok.

“Do you wanna talk about it? I’m always here for you, BanBan.” That smile that followed her words felt so warm and welcoming. And the way she said ‘BanBan’ was so different from any other time she said it. In most instances, it was used to joke around with him when they were messing around being idiots together. Here, it was affectionate, and born of concern for her friend’s well being. Somewhere in his heart, Banri felt it wasn’t ok to be open with her despite her reassuring he could tell her. But right now, he didn’t care about his worries. His brain was silently screaming at him right now to get it out, to just go for it even if you two just stay friends. That was ok with him. It may be a bit awkward for a while if she doesn’t reciprocate, but that wouldn’t change how much he liked spending time with her as a friend to begin with. Worries be damned, he supposed it was at least worth a shot.

“Yeah, thanks.” Deep breaths. In and out. “So, I’ve kinda debated back and forth since the last week or so whether or not I should tell you this, cuz I didn’t want to ruin our friendship. But I wanted to tell you how I feel about you, cuz I have a lot on my mind about a lot of stuff. Ever since we started hanging out over the past year, I’ve kinda started to feel really anxious around you. My heart races, my face gets all red and shit, and I start losing my words. I really don’t wanna beat around the bush with this but I- I really like you. Like, romantically.”

Silence. It hung over for about a couple seconds, but to Banri it felt like a fucking eternity. At this point one could drop a pin and it would be heard that was how silent it was at that moment. But shock filled the young man’s sapphire eyes when Kat took his hand and held it. She cast a little glance, before looking away with a timid smile. She looked like a blushing bride. Banri didn’t know what to do he was so nauseous from the anxiety, but somehow, gently reciprocating the touch felt so natural and normal. Their eyes finally met, and Kat had a really goofy smile. It was lopsided, and one could tell she was happy but also really nervous. Her face was red, which was unsurprising given she’d get like that when she’d be caught singing by the other company members.

“Y’know, I uh… I’ve kinda wanted to tell you the exact same thing so I’m like, really happy right now.”

“Wait, really?” Kat nodded fervently.

“Yes! Y-Yes I- God, I’ve felt so scared too cuz I really didn’t wanna make things awkward between us if you didn’t feel the same way, But you’re just really fun to be around, you’re really handsome, and I love watching you act cuz you try super hard, and it makes me wanna try just as hard too! A-And I really wanna make you as happy as you make me, so… um…! Yeah, I-I really like you, like, a whole lot!”

Banri’s eyes widened in awe. Was this real? Was this a dream? He wasn’t sure, but a big smile spread across his face, and he started to laugh in relief.

“Holy shit, can I hug you please?” She nodded, and Banri hugged her so tight. He felt so happy. It may have been silly of him to cry tears of joy, but nonetheless he did. Just when he thought the tears had dried up, the euphoria made all the emotions rise up to the surface again. He pulled back to look at Kat, and she was crying too. Looks like she was just as scared as well. It made him feel a little better about everything. Banri tenderly brushed his thumb across her cheek, wiping away her tears.

“God, I knew you were adorable, but do you have to have such a cute smile?”

“What can I say? I guess I’m like your little ball of sunshine.”

“You’re damn right about that,” Banri placed a featherlight peck on the cheek. “I love you so much, Kat.”

“Love you too, Banri.”

Those words made him happy. So, so happy. Right now, time stood still. He wanted to stay like this. To stay close, in a warm embrace, pressing gentle, nervous kisses to each other’s lips. And right now, in this little moment, they would stay like this for at least half an hour. Banri vowed to himself, as they both stayed comfortable in that blanket of love, that he would make her so damn happy. Lucky for him, he was already well on his way.

#a3! act! addict! actors!#a3 imagines #banri settsu #settsu banri #autumn troupe #Akigumi #self ship #a3! banri #banri x kat

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lalahbug · 4 years

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I Win - Soul x Reader

Fandom: Soul Eater Word Count:1,328 My Masterlist Warnings/disclaim: general You’re Kid’s little sister and for the sake of the story, you’ve got black hair and stripes on the back of your hand. Author’s Note: Originally posted on DeviantArt, under the same username, on 09/24/2012. Revamped/edited in 2020 ___ is a blank for your name/oc/whatever you prefer Written in 2nd person Line/header is to separate paragraphs to indicate time skips, as Tumblr hates my formatting. Story under cut

You rolled around on your bed and stared at your super abstract room. The colors and the art were perfect in your mind, you loved abstract things. Your brother on the other hand thought symmetry is perfect and the key to life. Needless to say, you guys fought over a lot until he agreed to leave you alone about it if you left him alone about it. So you didn't really fight anymore which was great because you felt bad always making him cry at the end of fights. It was ironic, your stripes were on the back of your head making you symmetrical. Kid, your older brother, had stripes on the left side of his head, making him abstract. You were both opposite of what you loved, which is why you guessed you were brother and sister.

Kid was always at school now and you hated it because he rarely spent time with you. He has friends now and doesn't come home after school because he's with them. He doesn't bring them home because they've never asked. The only people you knew were; dad, Kid, Patty, Liz, Spirit, and Stein. Those are the only people you've ever met because you think people are annoying. You avoid people when you can, you weren't shy nor cared what other people thought. You were just anti-social. So, the only time you traveled out of the house is when dad wanted to see you in person or had a mission for you.

Like dad and your brother, you were a grim reaper and wielded a weapon. Although you preferred your bow, your dad always tried to get you to like scythes, like him. Just like Patty and Liz; Jason, your weapon, lived in your house too. He went to school too, which left you alone all day, the way you liked it usually. Today you were lonely though so you decided to get dressed for the day and go visit ni, dad, and Jason. You were the youngest of the family and papa's little girl and Kid's baby sister.

Out the door of manor and headphones in your ears, you pulled out your skateboard, which Kid had taught you to use. You skated silently as your black and white striped hair blew in the wind. So did your (f/c) dress which reached your knees but you forgot your jacket at home making you a bit cold. You closed your (e/c) eyes, and just listened to your music, which pounded into your ears.

At the school you realized there were a lot of students about, meaning it was lunch. Good, now you didn't have you wait for Kid to get out of class or walk in the middle of class. You looked for Kid first he was with his friends but easy to spot with his rant over symmetry.

"Kid, calm down." You said as you walked up to him, which shocked him to hear your voice.

"Oh, hey ____, what are you doing here?" Kid asked.

"I got lonely at home, so I came to see you and dad."

"Wait you got lonely?" Liz injected.

"Yes, why?" You calmly answered.

"HHIIII ____-CHAN!" Patty screamed happily at you.

"Hello, Patty." You tried to say nicely as you rubbed your ear, the one that she had just screamed into.

"Who is this, Kid?" A girl with sandy hair and green eyes asked, from her niceness and looks you, assumed she was Maka. You knew all of the descriptions and personalities of Kid's friends because he talked about them at home.

"I'm ____, Kid's sister, and Lord Death's second child. If I am right, you're Maka right?"

"Yes, I'm M-"

"Wait, Kid has a sister?!" Maka was cut off very rudely. By a blue-haired boy, you assumed to be, Black*Star and a white-haired kid with red eyes, you assumed to be, Soul.

"Yes, I do as you can see; we don't have to look alike to be related." What niisan said is very true; we d look anything alike. The two boys were staring at you intensely now which made a small blush creep onto your face because you thought Soul was cute.

"You're right Kid; the likeness is the formal clothes." Soul leaned back convinced.

“We dress formally to keep a good name for our family and father."

"Ugh, you rich kids." Soul groaned and Maka elbowed him.

"Rich or not; taking care of your appearance makes a good impression on people." You said very dryly to him. You hated people labeling you as some rich, spoiled girl. You speak your mind so sometimes people quickly jump to that conclusion.

"Wow, you're nothing like your brother. He's so polite and seems to be a charming good boy."

"I know. We are pretty opposite. He loves symmetry and I love abstract. He's nice and I speak my mind. The list goes on for a while and I don't think you'd like to know all of it." You calmly claimed.

"Wow, really the opposite. I never said it was a bad thing. I never even said I dislike rich people, I feel sorry for them." Soul gave you a shark-toothed looking grin and it struck something in you. You quickly covered the lower half of your face with your hands. "Huh, what's wrong ____?" Soul leaned in a bit close being confused.

"N-nothing." You said muffled through your hands.

"You never act like this, what's wrong sis?" Kid put his arm around you.

"I bet she's intimidated by the amazing Black*Star!" Black*Star gloated very loudly and annoyingly.

"That can't be it. ____ surpasses me in fighting unless she's not trying." Kid sighed, admitting it.

"I have to go." You abruptly said and started to leave.

"Wait, where are you going?" Onii-san asked with worried.

"To see daddy." You squeaked.

"Hey, you've got stripes too," Soul said with another smile making your face feel hot then you ran off.

"I hope you're not sick!" Kid called after you.

After you saw your dad and asked him about those weird feelings towards Soul. Just as you thought, it was your first crush, your dad, of course, was fawning over it and teasing you.

You were back at home and just opening the door.

"Hey." You looked up from the door handle to see Soul.

"What are you doing here?!" You quickly retorted.

"Kid invited me over but Liz and Patty drug him off a few moments ago." You mouthed an 'oh' and sounds of the TV in the other room could be softly heard. "So I heard you have a crush on me?" Soul asked casually with his signature grin.

Blush lit your face very brightly, "I d-don't know w-what you're t-talking about." You said calmly as you could but with your nerves jumping about you were stumbling everywhere.

"Well I heard it from your brother and your father so I doubt I'm wrong. Plus you're as red as a tomato right now." He explained as walking closer to you until you back up against the wall.

"S-so what if I do?!" You were still trying to be calm, with your nerves and blush. You didn't want to turn into a giggling mess or a frozen idiot like most girls.

"How about this, if I can prove you like me then I get to take you out on a date."

"Try if you can!" You got right in his face as you said this.

Just what he wanted, he pressed his lips to yours and put his hand on the back your head in your hair so you couldn't pull away. You tried to push away at once but once his teeth nipped your bottom lip. You lost, you kissed him back passionately and wrapped your arms around his neck. Soul pulled away with his signature smile.

"I win."

"Whoever said I wanted to you to lose?" You hugged him and rested your head on his shoulder.

#fanfic #fanfiction #soul x reader #soul/reader #soul evans #soul eater evans #soul eater #soul eater fanfic #lalahbug #lalah writes #reader insert #xreader #self insert

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mayaknights · 4 years

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Purple

Description: Continuation of Pink Taeyong’s hair is now purple and Jaehyun thinks he has more than a mere ‘interest’ on Taeyong.

Pairing: Jaehyun/Taeyong

Nakamoto Yuta is not a bad person. He is evil, a demon in Jaehyun’s point of view, especially when he curls that annoying, all pretty teeth showing smile he always flashes to tease him whenever a certain goddess is near them. Right now, that smile is there, lurking teasingly on Yuta’s lips as his eyebrows playfully wiggle, an attempt to annoy the hell out of Jung Jaehyun and Lord, it works. If not for the goddess strutting innocently into the dressing room, beautiful smile flashing brightly once his huge brown orbs lie on Jaehyun, Yuta would be long dead.

“Jaehyun!” The profanity has dropped and Jaehyun prefers it this way.

Jaehyun grins, welcoming the goddess, Lee Taeyong in his strong arms, around Taeyong’s narrow waist. After their steak date, Jaehyun does not hesitate to touch Taeyong, not after the said boy says he too is interested in Jaehyun. They aren’t exactly dating, deciding not to label their relationship as a couple but both realize and understand that whatever they have right now is more than just friends. (“Just admit you two are a thing already, sheesh,” Yuta complains when Jaehyun says they’re not a couple).

The now purple hair Taeyong buries his face at the crook of Jaehyun’s nape, snuggling closer with his arms circling around Jaehyun’s neck. He sighs, leaning his full weight against Jaehyun’s sturdy chest. “I’m so nervous!” He says, pouting when he looks up to look at the latter. It’s his first comeback after his debut. Jaehyun’s confession towards him on TV causes his popularity to sky rocket; his name is listed as one of the most searched person on every search engine aside from Jaehyun. His music video views doubles and his song comes first in most song charts. Popularity is great in this industry yet it too comes with huge expectations and these expectations are what causing Taeyong to has this heebies-jeebies he can’t seem to chase away.

“You’re going to be just fine,” Jaehyun assures, leaning down to leave a gentle kiss on Taeyong’s forehead. The kiss trails down to his nose then to his both cheeks. Long fingers tilt Taeyong’s chin up before Jaehyun dives down to peck those tinted red lips. Jaehyun hears Yuta coughing loudly, teasing him again, but with Taeyong in his arms, he rather focus on the ethereal goddess than his annoying bandmate. Taeyong cutely crinkles his nose and Jaehyun just have to kiss him again. “You’re going to nail this and show an amazing performance to your fans, trust me.”

Taeyong exhales, still unable to believe Jaehyun’s words. He knows Jaehyun is telling the truth. He has practiced his dances for so many times, singing the lyrics millions of times that he even sings to it in his sleep (he manager who is his roommate tells Taeyong this), that the chances of him messing things up is small. Still, he could fuck this up.

Noticing his words do not succeed in calming Taeyong’s worry, Jaehyun cups the boy’s face, bringing it closer to his. “Hey, look at me,” Jaehyun whispers lovingly, persuading Taeyong. Brown orbs look up at Jaehyun, giving his attention to the taller male. “You got this Lee Taeyong. You’ll do well,” he says. Jaehyun kisses Taeyong again, this time deeper, totally ignoring the fact that Yuta is in the room. Eyes close, he sucks on Taeyong’s bottom lip causing the shorter male to quietly whimper. He pushes his tongue in Taeyong’s slightly parted mouth to lick his front teeth. The grip on Taeyong’s jaw tightens as Jaehyun deepens the kiss, pulling the boy closer by the hips as he sucks on his tongue.

Under his hold, Taeyong tenses only to relax seconds later, closing his eyes and surrender to the kiss. He lets Jaehyun sucks on his tongue, lets Jaehyun licks the inside of his mouth and lets his hands travel down to his hip, keeping him still. Only when he is out of breath did Taeyong pull away, pushing Jaehyun gently to give himself some space to breath. His cheeks are tomato red, embarrassed once he realizes what they just did.

“You’re going to be alright,” Jung Jaehyun says again and this time, Taeyong believes him, nodding his head shyly.

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“I told you you’re going to be amazing.”

Taeyong cutely smiles, chuckling when he sees Jaehyun extends his arm, offering his hand to Taeyong. His body moves on his own, taking the hand the taller man offers. The difference of their hands are quite prominent with Jaehyun’s fingers longer by few centimetres, making his own hand looks smaller. Jaehyun’s hand is warm, a perfect fit for his icy ones.

“Couldn’t do it without you,” the purple hair man replies. It’s nine in the evening. The sky is already painted dark blue with omnious cloud hiding the moon and stars from view. Music Bank has just ended with Jaehyun’s group coming first again and Taeyong’s first comeback places him on the third place, an amazing achievement for a new comer who just debuted a few weeks ago. While waiting for his turn to perform, Jaehyun takes his chance to sneak out from his dressing room to watch Taeyong’s performance (he orders Yuta to cover up for him before he quickly leaves, leaving Yuta no room for argument) and it’s worth it- Taeyong is amazing on stage. His movements are sharp and clean while his rap are clear, addictive. It’s not surprising if Taeyong would secure the first place next week and honestly, Jaehyun doesn’t mind losing to Taeyong because Lord knows, he would do anything to let Taeyong shine.

They are walking out through the back gate, both covered up from head to toe. Even under those mask and cap, those huge winter jacket and blue contact lenses, Jaehyun still can recognize Taeyong in a heartbeat. His presence is something that Jaehyun naturally memorizes; the way he walks and how his eyes crinkle when he smiles. To Taeyong, Jaehyun’s honey voice is imprinted at the back of his head that he could recognize it even if he whispers ever so softly. Going out to have a nice private good time as an artist is hard, especially when both of them are the talk of the town these past few weeks thanks to Jaehyun’s popularity and unexpected video confession, added by Taeyong’s beauty and charisma.

To show their courtesy to Jaehyun’s video confession, Taeyong too, has to make one as advised by his agency through his Instagram. In that 1 minute video, he expresses his gratitude towards Jaehyun’s interest in him and says he too, is interested, that they should hang out more. What the public doesn’t know is they go out for their steak date not long after and has seriously discussed about Jaehyun’s intention. Jaehyun declares his romantic interest towards Taeyong in a serious manner, expressing his desire to treat Taeyong as more than friends. Taeyong agrees, but unsure if their relationship should be shared to the public or they should remain silent. Jaehyun tells him not to worry, not to think too much about the future and what ifs. Instead, he tells Taeyong to focus on the present, on this moment, on his feelings and thoughts.

Being with Jaehyun is easy. Jaehyun offers serene and tranquil. Jung Jaehyun’s touches are gentle; long fingertips trailing up and down his skin, relaxing his tensed muscle. His hold is firm but never once did the man makes him uncomfortable with his touches and kisses. It would be a lie if Taeyong denies how his heart races just a little bit when Jaehyun cups his face and looks him deep into his eyes or when Jaehyun praises him.

And Taeyong decides, to give this a try, to give them a try.

“Saw a few seniors dropped by your waiting room,” Jaehyun says, voice slightly muffled by the mask over his mouth.

Taeyong looks up at Jaehyun, eyes curve up in a crescent moon shape as he grins. “Are you jealous?” He asks, poking Jaehyun’s side playfully.

Jaehyun huffs. Catching Taeyong’s wrist with one hand, he brings it up to plant a deep kiss on his knuckles before he lets their connected hands fall down to his side. “No one put you on a tight spot, I hope.”

The taller’s unexpected response leaves Taeyong stunts, unsure on what to reply. His honey voice sounds serious that Taeyong thinks he should give his answer some thought before replying. “Not really. They just congratulate me. Other than that nothing really happen...” Taeyong pauses when something rolls in his mind. He frowns, hesitating whether to mention the little incident to Jaehyun or just remain silent and pretend it didn’t happen.

“You look like you want to say something,” Jaehyun says, by this time, both of them have stopped walking, standing by the sidewalk, looking at each other. The way those eyes looking up and then to the sides, the way those pink lips pouts and frowns, Jaehyun knows that something did happen and Taeyong is contemplating his decision, whether it is a worthy incident to tell or otherwise.

Jaehyun doesn’t really want to press him, not wanting Taeyong to feel he is an overly possessive partner. He tries to give Taeyong enough room for himself and careful not to overstep his boundaries. Yes, his touches have become more intimate and his kisses have become more daring but he never goes beyond that, fully aware that Taeyong is not ready, that the latter wants to take this slow. But Jaehyun likes Taeyong- loves Taeyong like he has never loved someone before. His heart feels full and there’s so many things he wants to do with Taeyong that it’s hard to control his emotions sometimes.

The grip on his hand tightens, Taeyong realizes, a small sign that Jaehyun is trying his best to control himself, to not let his curiosity pressures Taeyong. He smiles, starting to walk again, this time leading the way. “You don’t have to make that face, Jae.” Taeyong says, giggling between his words. The serious and sour look on Jaehyun’s face can be scary sometimes but right now, knowing how the latter is dying to know what happen, Taeyong finds his expression to be funny. They stop once they’ve found a suitable place to sit at the park. Just to be safe, they choose a nice secluded spot behind a huge tree at the end of the park where no one usually comes.

“Jessica sunbaenim dropped by and asked if we’re in a serious relationship.” Taeyong finally spills. Their hands are no longer connected but Taeyong is leaning his weigh on Jaehyun’s side, his head of purple hair comfortably lying on the man’s shoulder.

“Then, what did you say?” Jaehyun asks, curling his one arm around Taeyong’s waist, pulling the latter closer. It’s cold enough during winter but it is much colder at night. The last thing he wants is Taeyong falling in sick after their secret night stroll, not when Taeyong still has his one month promotion in his schedule. To Jaehyun, whatever he has with Taeyong right now is something he desires more than anything. To be able to touch and kiss the person he is romantically interested in, someone he loves more than anything in the universe, is a blessing. He is seriously pinning on Taeyong, wanting to be apart of the man’s life from now on, to share every journey with the goddess from now on till forever more.

Taeyong is however, quite unsure where they are going with this, especially when he couldn’t exactly name this relationship of theirs. In this alley, in the entertainment world, anything can happen; nothing is definite and Jaehyun’s feelings towards him included. Jung Jaehyun might be sure that he wants Taeyong now, but five or ten years ahead, he might change his mind and the same could happen to Taeyong too, maybe. Maybe a year later his or Jaehyun’s agency might ask them to break their ties and when those moments come, when it finally becomes a reality, Taeyong is certain he could not adapt to it, to live with the changes. Lee Taeyong is a man of routine. He dislikes changes, he dislikes surprises. If he relies too much on Jaehyun now, if he gets too used to Jaehyun’s presence now, in the future, when Jaehyun decides he is moving on, Taeyong could not possibly continue his everyday life without Jaehyun’s presence.

So, he answers, “I’m still thinking.” Those words are nothing but the truth because Taeyong is still thinking; thinking about his feelings, his life, thinking about Jaehyun, about them, about this.

The answer is not surprising but at the same time it does make Jaehyun bites the insides of his cheeks in an attempt to distract himself from the little sting that pricks his heart. All his life, Jaehyun always knows what he wants and how to get what he wants; Jaehyun is a man with goals. Taking risks are not a challenge for him because he is willing to give his all to get something he wants. Taeyong, on the other hand, makes his move with full of caution. He doesn’t wear his heart up his sleeve. He’ll take a step forward only after he is certain that he’ll be safe and sound.

“Hey, why do you even like me in the first place?” Taeyong suddenly questions, snuggling closer to Jaehyun. “Is it because of my looks?”

There’s a hint of curiosity and insecurity lace between those questions. Jaehyun turns to face Taeyong, warm hands cupping his pretty face. “If it’s really just because of your looks, you’ll be the 100th person I’ve fallen in love with.”

Taeyong gasps, playfully saying, “Then am I at the 100th place according to your standard?”

Jaehyun pulls his face mask down to peck the purple haired boy on lips, once, twice, before saying, “You come in first.”

Taeyong laughs. “So is it really because of this face?”

“No. This face,” Jaehyun kisses his forehead. “This face is a bonus, a plus point.”

“Then?”

Jaehyun lets the question stranded for almost a minute. His mind is busy arranging and rearranging his confession; his reasons so Taeyong could understand, could see and feel his love for him. He wants Taeyong to know that this feeling is sincere and genuine, that this feeling is right, they are right.

“Taeyong, why did you become Lee Taeyong, the shining rookie of the year?” He asks.

The said man hums, giving the latter’s question some thoughts. “Because whenever I’m performing on stage, it feels right. It feels like I belong here and it’s really what I want to do.”

The larger man smiles, liking the answer that comes out from Taeyong’s pretty mouth. “Then, it’s the same for me too.”

Taeyong frowns, not quite following what Jaehyun is trying to imply.

“Because when I do this,” Jaehyun brings Taeyong’s face close to his, diving in to leave a smooch on right cheek. “And this,” he kisses Taeyong’s forehead. “This,” another kiss on Taeyong’s nose. “This,” he kisses Taeyong’s jaw. “And this,” he says, voice low, almost like a whisper as he kisses Taeyong on the lips, passionately pouring all of his emotions into the kiss. The kiss catches Taeyong off guard but he accepts it, accepts all the emotions Jaehyun delivers. His fingers squeeze Jaehyun’s shoulders.

When Jaehyun pulls away from the kiss, Taeyong takes a deep breathe in, His face is flush red, lips slightly swollen and eyes slightly teary. Jaehyun wants to kiss him again but he holds himself back.

“When I kiss you, hold you, look at you, it feels right. Being with you, standing next to you, like I belong there.”

The answer doesn’t make any sense to Taeyong.

How come Jaehyun knows if it feels right?

Those emotions are so vague. There’s no way for Taeyong to see it. There’s no way it could be a proof, a solid reason why Jaehyun likes him. It’s hard for Taeyong to acknowledge, to understand.

“Okay,” he says, nodding his head. He didn’t understand it but he decides to let it slide, to think about it some other day. For now, Taeyong only wants to focus on feeling the warmth of Jaehyun’s embrace, tight and secure.

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