#can we also mention the delicate and soft and kind fictional boys in here? YES OF COURSE

[lvlyhao]

『lifetimes; H.R』

one-shot; huang renjun

A/N: it’s been a hot minute since i posted the teaser but welp it’s finally here :] this has got to be one of my favourite things i’ve ever written so please give it some love!!

𝓖𝓮𝓷𝓻𝓮𝓼: not a lot of it but fluff (♡), angst (❆), fantasy (✯), author’s favourite (ツ)

𝓦𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼: some mentions of death but nothing too explicit

word count: 2.8K

pairing: huang renjun x reader

disclaimer: the characters in the story below do not reflect real people or present real facts. this is purely fictional, and you may not copy, change, translate or repost my work in any way. all rights reserved © cherry-hyejin 2021.

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With chocolate eyes that dazzle golden under the light, he scouts the forest. The canopy is thick above his head and shudders every few seconds when some creature hurriedly passes by. The trees' branches sway in the breeze, and he can almost hear their rumbling under the chirping birds. The ever-so-green grass is dank under his boots, and he can still smell the rain that ended just a couple minutes ago. The Sun, though, seems to have no recollection of that. He is as argent as always, here in the Violet Woods. The place is dazzling, alive, and crisp; far too different from his own home, but also far less foreign. 

Graceful fingers reach for the periwinkle flowers just left from the tallest red oak, kissing their soft petals as he wonders where they are. Renjun is positive he's at the right place, and this is the right time. Noon, by the bush of forget-me-nots. He could only hope they hadn't misremembered this week's chosen spot. Knowing them, it's perfectly possible. Maybe he should head to the muttering roses, where they had met last week, and wait there instead...

Laboured breaths and feathery footsteps sound from behind him a second later, and he doesn't have to turn around to know it's them.

"You're late", he states, fierce gaze still burning in the flowers.

Renjun doesn't expect an apology, not really, but the mellow hand they lay on his shoulder is just as startling. Still kneeling, he twirls to face them at once, and he doesn't miss the dim look of urgency that paints their features.

"Y/N? What happened? Are you okay?"

They don't answer him. Instead, their lips curl into a small smile that Renjun supposes is meant to calm his nerves. It doesn't work very well, or well at all, and he stands up to his full height, holding their hand in his.

Both of their hearts beat loudly, wildly attempting to escape their ribcages. However, neither of them shies away from the proximity. Renjun and Y/N idly stand together for a second, basking in each other's warmth when they speak for the first time today.

"Father knows about you."

If the incoming information is anything short of shocking, he doesn't let it show. His keen, fox-like traits remain the same as he searches their eyes for something else—fear, rage, or any other emotion. Something that would tell him what to do now. 

Nodding slowly, he gently squeezes their fingers, waiting for them to continue. 

The way Renjun looks at them is enough to make Y/N's throat tighten in concern. From the palace, all the way over here, they've been trying to conceal it, but they no longer can. 

It's freezing cold, even against the strings of sunlight that filter through the trees. Its' grip is vicious, instilling into their body a form of despair they had never felt before. It is the dawning realization that their little world is shattering, and there's little they can do to save it.

"...And he calls you a filthy mortal."

Somehow, Renjun finds it in him to snort. Out of all the things he thought they would say, that was certainly not one of them, but it makes him happy. After all those months, they still manage to catch him off-guard. Will they ever stop doing that?

"Aren't you elves so kind?" he laughs, lifting his other hand to gently flick at their pointy ears.

Y/N simply huffs, dodging his fingers and escaping from his hold to pace around the trees.

Watching them in silence, Renjun thinks their race truly is something else. Elegant, breathtaking, stunning, unmatched, perfect. Sharp edges give way to soft curves that make him question the existence of all deities. Should he turn his face in shame? Should he go down on his knees and beg for forgiveness over sins he didn't commit? Should he declare them as his one redemption and worship them until his breath forever ceases?

Sighing dreamily, he thinks he, too, would be an arrogant bastard if he looked anything like an elf.

"Don't put that on us, Renjun. You, humans, have a terrible tendency to destroy and foul the space you occupy" Y/N turns to him. 

Placing their hands on their hips, they know they're falling into the usual routine: bickering about historical events between the two races until one gives up. That's how their rendezvous always begins, and they wouldn't have it any other way, but today something hovers in the air between them.

Doubts.

Renjun can't keep himself from speaking.

"He will banish you some time, Y/N. You know we can't keep this up forever."

He's right, and they know. Had it not been for the strands of sunshine dancing across their frame, they would have shivered. The thought of getting banished from their realm is terrifying. Y/N is still incredibly young for an elf—just over their 75 years—but they've lived enough to know how it goes for elves who get exiled. 

For an elf, banishment isn't being outlawed from your homeland. That is most indisputably sad, and Y/N would cry about it for some time, missing nature's presence from her forests. Although that's not the part of the exile that frightens them: it's the loss of immortality, their lifelines cut too short from straying from their hearths.

Death is no friend of the elves, as everybody knows. The mere idea of perishing from disease or poison is strange to their minds, if not altogether catastrophic. It's not normal, as it is not natural. It's almost reason enough to stop Y/N from making her offer, but the pink haze in their eyes wouldn't allow them to.

"Run away with me then", they mutter, slowly closing the distance between them and the boy once again. Something in Renjun's eyes shifts, and his pink lips part to speak, but not yet. 

"Protect me from the dangers of mortality. We could go south to the Cristalline Planes, Injun", Y/N stops in front of him. "Or, maybe even head west, since I know you've always wanted to see Wistful Shores."

Hope shines bright in their complexion, burning with such richness it nearly turns into despair. What they're doing is not asking—they're pleading, and Renjun nearly collapses to the ground at the honeyed tone in their voice. However, the glow of their fingers, smoothly tracing the shapes of his light robes, grounds him. Their touch is as delicate as the breeze, and it takes all of his self-control not to say "yes" right away.

"And let you give up on eternal life for me? That is possibly the most foolish decision I have ever heard of", he says, stoping their movements to lace his fingers between theirs.  

For a moment, everything around the two of them stills and fades into silence. The woods are quieter than ever before, and even the tree's lullaby comes to a halt. Nothing exists out of their eyes, embedded deep into the others'. 

His might just be Y/N's favourite thing in the whole entire world. The vibrant, sunny brown of his orbs reminds them of the goodness still left in mortals. They shimmer, sparkle and flicker with every bit of emotion Renjun feels, for they are too honest not to. It would be nothing short of a crime if they ever lied about his heart.

Y/N's are what he would describe as literal gateways. To where? Well, that, he will always argue. Some nights, when the stars are out, he could swear the entire universe is right there, before him. On other occasions, when what surrounds them are the glistening streaks of dawn, Renjun sees magic in its purest form. He could spend all of his life staring at them and still feel like there's too much left to explore.

"I don't think this foolish decision is yours to make, then", they decide, lightly squeezing his hands and glancing down to the ground. "I would rather live one more hour with you than one hundred lifetimes on my own."

There is a sharp intake in his breath as if a blade had buried itself deep in his stomach. It pains him just the same, he realizes. Hearing them say that and knowing they speak the truth brings tears to his eyes because he knows this is the point where he has to stop them. Stop them from wondering about the "what if's" and from asking that of him. Gods know if they ask again, he won't have the strength to decline.

"I, on the other hand, would like for you to live a very long, happy, fulfilling life," he remarks, hoping the shaking in his voice is not too evident. "And for that to happen, you can't be that much of an idiot, okay? Don't give that away for some human prince, Y/N."

"And what if that human prince is all I care about? What if he is my entire existence, and my one reason to sleep through the nights is to dream about him? What then, Renjun?" they challenge. 

It's rare to see elves speaking in any way that is not moderate, light, but the fire in their voice is nothing like he's ever seen. It's the same anger that fuels them to pull him closer, resting their palms on his warm cheeks and wiping away the tears he didn't know have fallen. 

"Then you must tell me what does that make me. What is this between us?" Renjun mutters, eyes closing with soft flutters. Guilt claws at his chest for not immediately putting an end to it but savouring the moment, feeling himself fall a bit deeper for the elf as each second ticks by.

"Love", Y/N simply states, sighing when his hands come together to hold the small of their back. "It's love."

"A part of me wishes you had not said that", he leans into their touch. "Had you said 'nothing' and stopped torturing me, my heart would have been broken, but I would have been fine. How can I be, now, when all you've just done makes me cherish you more?" he chuckles bitterly.

He knows what they're about to say, and he can't stand to hear it, so he continues talking, eyes indolently opening to scan their features.

"Things are different for us, Y/N. While you don't have to worry about succeeding the throne, that is my fate. To be a good ruler for my people when my own father dies. I can't leave them behind", Renjun breathes, hating the way their hopeful look melts into denial.

"You have a brother, you know? Leave him to rule. We've both seen what it's like to wear the crown, Injun", they grimace. 

It is true. Being part of the royal family means you grow used to many horrible sights and dark secrets. He can't help but wonder what it will be like to live all of that and not have you to keep him sane.

Shaking his head to dissolve querying thoughts, Renjun attempts to focus on something else that is not them. It's dangerous to be that close, feeling their own ragged breaths fawning over his face. He is just one touch away from all he has ever wanted, but one touch away is still forbidden. In that one touch lies his downfall.

As if hearing his prayers, the wind blows stronger, running through his silken, dark locks and messing up Y/N's. It backfires, though. The urge he has to resist now is to run his hands through their hair, pushing away all of the wild strands that frame their face, and he curses. Nothing could ever make this any less difficult for him.

"If Chenle ever becomes king, I pity the people that will live under his hand." 

He smiles, and Y/N realizes he must be attempting to make a joke. They wish they could laugh, but the conclusion behind his words hangs in the air. He won't change his mind, will he?

A sob leaves their body as suddenly as the tears come. Their vision turns misty, and the cold awareness that hits them is too much to manage. Wordlessly, Y/N falls to their knees, hugging their own body in attempts to calm the heartbreaking cries pouring from their lips. The pleasant spring evening turns cold and unforgiving, and the elf loses their bearings for a second, only to realize Renjun has dropped to the ground in front of them.

Neither of them dares to open their eyes when two bodies become one, and the only thing they know is each other. Fingers grasp at robes, armour and leather, and rough sobs blend together in utter heartbreak. Renjun pulls them so close he's not sure which limbs are his or whose tears he's tasting, but it hardly matters. This is where they end.

How much time they spend lost in each other's embraces is unclear. Neither Y/N nor Renjun knows, and they don't want to. Acknowledging time is dangerous here because it means accepting this moment won't last forever, and that is something they can't—won't do. It won't be so until they let it, right?

Wrong, and they know it. The Sun is going down.

When sobs have turned into whimpers and clutches have turned into caresses, Y/N takes the courage to pull away and look at him.

The prince's eyes are red and puffy, much like theirs, they imagine. His pale cheeks are stained with dry tears, and his pretty lips still tremble from the deep breaths. He doesn't meet their gaze until they call his name.

"Renjun", they call once more, admiring the blue hour lights shifting across his dashing features. "I—" Y/N gasps, and he's suddenly terrified of what they'll say. "I think maybe... maybe we should no longer meet. I can't bear to look at you and know you're not mine to take."

Just like that, his fears were confirmed. In his mind, he knows this is how it was supposed to go all along. This is for the best, he reminds himself, even if right now it feels like having your soul ripped to shreds.

"Don't say it like that, Y/N. I've always been, and I'll always be yours", he flashes a watery smile. "Perhaps just... in another lifetime."

The pain becomes too much to handle, and all they can do is close the space between them again. Their last and first kiss is salty, from the tears they both still shed and bittersweet, from the goodbye it speaks.

How poetic, they think, to say goodbye right by a bush of forget-me-nots. I'll surely never forget him.

"Go now", Y/N whispers as they part, "before I kiss you again and never let you go."

A heartbroken chuckle leaves his lips while he touches his forehead against theirs. 

"Remember me, Y/N", he begs, slowly dragging them to their feet. "Remember me like this, young and well, learning what the flowers you mark our spots with look like. Always see me like this: grateful and completely in love with you."

"How could I not, my prince?"

And in truth, how could they not?

To say Y/N never forgot about Renjun is a misunderstanding. They never forgot about him, and they never stopped thinking about him either. His are every emotion they've felt. Every split of every second in every day of their life was and is dedicated to him. His smile is all they see when they close their eyes, and his laughter sounds right by their side whenever they visit the forget-me-not fields. He lived in all of the things surrounding them, and even in the name of that corner right by the tallest red oak: Prince's Lair.

Likewise, his very soul was bound to Y/N from the day they met to the day he died, still in reverence of how much devotion it is possible to feel for someone. He grew older and eventually found a family, yes, and he even went to war. His eyes held visions he would never wish for anyone to see, but they were still his first thought in the morning and the last one in the night when he allowed himself to weep for their lost future. He got to see the most distant borders of many kingdoms, and he got to meet people in all of them. Yet, no creature on this Earth ever compared to Y/N—his Y/N.

Even at the tender age of 18, Renjun was wise. 

Aeons of praying upon the stars never changed their fortune, but maybe there is something else to their fates.

Y/N never stopped loving Renjun, and Renjun loved them until his days were over, but their paths never crossed again.

Perhaps in another lifetime.

#huang renjun #renjun x reader #renjun oneshot #nct dream #renjun angst #renjun fluff #nct fantasy au #prince!renjun

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Moon Monsters - Chapter 10

Genre: Fantasy Adventure, Romance, Comedy Rating: M Warnings: unprotected sex (stay safe!!), knotting, impregnation kink, mild language Pairing: Jungkook x reader, Jimin x oc, Taehyung x oc Notes: werewolf!bts au. Not idol!bts. Same goes for GOT7. Single quote marks ‘ ‘ are for thoughts and double “ “ are for talking. Additional Notes: Are you guys ready to see how things pan out? ;3

Tagging: @grxnadxs @jiminnies-baby @justbangtanandjams @breadcaaat @wordsturnintostories @jennierubyjane0116 @honeycutelove @princess4games

Summary: You’re the CEO’s new personal assistant. But there’s something strange about him and the company you work for.

meet the packs , prologue , ch 1 , ch 2 , ch 3 , ch 4 , ch 5 , ch 6 , ch 7 , ch 8 , ch 9

“Jeon Jungkook.”

“Ye-Yes, my love?”

“The only reason I’m even remotely humoring you is because I know your dick is big but it’s not that big.”

Relief flooded the young wolf’s system as he listened to your verdict. Thank the moon goddess, you were going to let him explain. You were going to give him a chance to explain everything. Maybe, just maybe, all hope was not lost. Your next words ripped him from his little moment of celebration.

“So as soon as whatever this is deflates......you’ve got a lot of explaining to do, mister.”

With his heat now sated, for the time being, Jungkook was able to think clearly for the first time in a week. In doing so, he waited patiently for his knot to go away so he could ease himself out of you. Oh how he hated seeing all of that seed leave your beautiful body. What if he hadn’t successfully bred you? He would just have to try again later. His heat was far from over despite the timing.

“Let me just clean you up first and then I can make you some tea and we can talk.”

“Sounds good.”

You didn’t mean to sound so short with him, but this was a lot to take in right now. However, you couldn’t help but wonder if that’s why some things didn’t make sense to you earlier. The odd tugs towards him that you couldn’t explain. The fact that you were sick one minute but as soon as he was back by your side, you were right as rain again. Perhaps he was telling the truth after all.

“W--What are you doing???”

“I’m going to clean you up?”

“Like that?!?”

The both of you were blushing like two virgin teenagers as you stared down at him positioned between your legs with his mouth inches from your core. He had your legs draped over his shoulders so he could get a better balance and access to your folds. Clearing his throat awkwardly and trying his best not to stutter, he mumbled in timid explanation,

“My saliva has numbing properties. You’re going to be sore if I don’t. You see.....You’re a human and technically not capable of taking a wolf’s knot.”

You watched him suddenly sport a wide bunny smile full of what looked like pride as he continued.

“But you did. You, my beautiful mate, took my knot because you were meant for me. We’re meant to be together, beautiful. You and I. The Moon Goddess and Mother Nature willed this to happen. They willed us to be together.”

This was way too much right now. Way too much. All you had wanted to do today was enjoy time off with your boyfriend after missing him terribly for a solid week only to wind up being told he was some kind of mythical creature. What was this? A Twilight book??? No thanks. With a soft groan of exhaustion and embarrassment, you flung an arm over your eyes and mumbled while blushing deeper,

“Fine, fine. Just do it. You perv.”

Despite the arm covering your eyes, you could hear him let out a boyish chuckle before suddenly feeling a wet muscle against your still sensitive folds. Numbing properties or not, that was still your boyfriend’s tongue on your pussy and it only made a fresh batch of slick try and escape between your thighs. His chuckles vibrated against your core, causing you to shiver and let out a weak whine of wanting.

“Babe, I’m trying to clean you up, not get you dirty again.”

“I c-can’t help it. It’s your tongue. F-Feels ss-s-so good.”

“Lucky for you my heat has subsided for the moment. Otherwise we’d be going another round right now.”

Another round? Good lord. You were still recovering from the first! After struggling to keep your hormones under control, Jungkook finally had you numbed and squeaky clean. Despite how weird it was, you were grateful that he was looking out for you in the sense of being in pain afterwards. You weren’t a virgin, but that.....knot, or whatever he was calling it, that hurt like a beep. Made you feel like a virgin all over again.

Speaking of looking out for you, now that he wasn’t thinking with his other head, the young man was doting on you something crazy. Not only had he helped you get dressed into one of his over sized t-shirts, but he also insisted on carrying you to the living room. As he did, you took note that he was handling you as if you were glass.

Upon having a nice, steaming cup of tea handed to you on a delicate saucer, you watched the male sit next to you while setting his own tea down on the glass coffee table. Knowing the liquid was still too hot to drink, you settled for staring at the man next to you. The man who had started out as just another coworker. Then he became your boyfriend, and now he was telling you that the two of you were mates. Hopefully that was just another term for boyfriend and girlfriend.

It was quiet in the living room. Too quiet. Breathing felt like you were being too noisy. Looking next to you, you could see the poor boy fidgeting and squirming; trying to figure out where to start. Deciding to give the conversation some sense of direction, you asked with a soft sigh,

“When were you planning on telling me?”

Your question made it sound like you believed him. It sounded as if you believed him when he said he was a mythical creature that could only be found in fictional writing. Truthfully, you did. You did believe him. How else could you explain the strange things happening in your life? Not to mention, you were definitely numb down there. He couldn’t fake that. You should be so freaking sore you couldn’t move right now but you weren’t.

His eyes shimmered with hope. Surely the fact that you weren’t asking him to prove his claims meant that you believed him. Furthermore, it meant you might actually be accepting him for what he was. However, your question was a heavy one. Did Jungkook even know the answer to that? Clearing his throat and staring down at his hands in his lap, he finally found his voice as he spoke softly and sincerely,

“I’ve been trying to figure that out myself from the day I met you in the office building.”

He finally looked you in the eyes as he attempted to explain his reasoning for his answer. Gosh he looked so small sitting there hunched over like a child who was getting grounded. Or perhaps it was more like a puppy with his tail between his legs?

“A wolf knows he’s found his mate the second he sees them. When I saw you walking towards me that day at the office, I knew right then you were the one. I fell for you instantly because that’s how it works for my kind. Love at first sight is taken quite literal in the realm of us werewolves.”

He let out a shy laugh and timidly looked back down at his nervously twitchy hands; his cup of tea long forgotten by now.

“I couldn’t just drag you to the break room and tell you what I was and that I’m head over paws in love with you. That wasn’t a very realistic option in my mind. And besides.....”

He locked eyes with you once more and you could tell he was feeling more confident in his words and was finding them more easily as he added,

“I wanted you to fall in love with me naturally. As in on your own with no outside influences. I wanted you to love me for me and not because two great female deities wanted it so.”

Smiling sadly and perhaps even apologetically, he continued,

“Being a werewolf, I don’t have a choice. But you’re human, which means you do and I wanted you to have that freedom of choice. Even if you didn’t end up picking me.”

Wow. He just had to go and be all precious and throw that bombshell on you, didn’t he? You were trying to be mad at him for keeping things from you. Then again.....you had only been an official couple and off the market for a whole whopping week. Honestly, this has been the most crazy relationship you’ve ever heard of. Was this even realistic? Perhaps they jumped into this a little too fast? Yeah. Probably.

“Th--Thank you.....For being so courteous about my feelings and not just throwing yourself at me and forcing us to be together.”

He offered you a shy smile; hoping that it would come across as something reassuring. Jungkook wanted you to feel comfortable and safe around him; wanted you to know that you could trust him with your life and well-being. Shifting in his seat a bit, he spoke up once more in a soft, shy voice.

“I’ll understand if you wish to part ways. It’s a lot to take in and honestly you’re handling it all very well. Better than I probably would have, had the roles been reversed. It’s not every day you hear your lover admitting they’re a werewolf.”

You were trying to find a break in his speech so you could say something, but he just kept rambling on nervously; growing more and more fidgety in his seat. Hell, even his leg was starting to bounce like a jackhammer.

“Besides, living with a wolf would probably be more trouble than it’s worth. I shed something awful, I can hardly keep food here for me let alone my mate, I run several degrees hotter so cuddling me would most likely suck. I grow really clingy and whiny in the few days it takes for my heat to hit. And let’s not get me star----”

The only way you knew to shut him up was by covering his mouth with your own. While he had been rambling and convincing himself that you two were over, you had carefully set your still full cup of tea down on the coffee table and moved closer to him. Close enough to hold his face in your hands and mold your lips against his constant moving ones.

Of course the action took him by surprise. At first he tensed up from shock. However, upon realizing what you were doing, he soon wrapped his arms around you and held your body against his as he gently kissed you back. Despite all this craziness, kissing each other still felt like coming home.

The kiss had started out something tender. Just something to get him to shut up. Unbeknownst to you, it did a little more than that. Within seconds, he was kissing you back and taking control; his arms pulling you and dragging you closer till you were now straddling him with his back pressed into the cushions of the couch.

The kiss was turning into nothing but teeth and spit as the young wolf grew eager. With a soft growl of arousal, he roughly sucked on your bottom lip before shoving his tongue into your wet cavern. Meanwhile, you felt deliciously helpless against his strength. It was amazing how only 20 minutes ago, he was treating you like a fragile relic. Now he was treating you like a slab of meat or maybe a chew toy.

With that thought suddenly popping into your head, you couldn’t help but giggle at the image that sprouted from such a thought. Which ended up sounding pretty strangled since when you began to giggle, the young wolf had been happily sucking on your tongue. Suddenly pulling away from your delicious mouth, the said young pup was blinking at you in confusion and curiosity; his eyes blown out with lust.

“What’s so funny?”

He didn’t look or sound too pleased to be away from your lips but the curiosity was still there floating around in his hungry, obsidian orbs. Blushing partly from embarrassment and partly from being flustered by his eagerness, you replied somewhat teasingly with a shrug,

“Eh. Just thinking about what I’m getting you for Christmas.”

Those hungry eyes staring back at you almost immediately grew soft and, dare you say, even warm. With his orbs flickering all over your face looking for something, he finally locked gazes with you once more before asking somewhat breathlessly in hope,

“You mean----You’re not leaving me? You want to stay?”

Before you could think better of it, your eyes rolled on their own accord while a smile of amusement found its way onto your face. You suppose you couldn’t really blame him for thinking you’d walk away. This was pretty insane to think about. However......supernatural tug or not......You just couldn’t be without him. That much had been proven. The painful way.

Gently flicking his nose with your finger, you grinned as he whined like a real wounded puppy and he instantly covered his nose to shelter it from any further attacks. Giggling, you leaned in to press a kiss to his forehead before leaning back and replying casually,

“It’s going to take a lot more than telling me you’re part mutt for me to leave. Lucky for you I like both cats and dogs.”

“Well lucky for you Swiper and I get along pretty well.”

Speaking of the orange kitten, it brought you back to everything that had happened within the last couple weeks and how Jungkook had been there by your side every second of it. Ever since the two of you met, he’s always been there to protect you and care for you. How could you ever turn your back on someone who cared so deeply for you? It was an easy question, you couldn’t. And you wouldn’t.

“Relax, Jeon. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Good. Because......I think my heat’s back....”

That was how the two of you ended up christening the entire apartment with your newfound love for each other. If anything, this confession of his only seemed to bring the two of you closer as far as love and trust. The two of you allowed yourselves to be open and vulnerable to each other and that took a great amount of trust. Not to mention he now entrusted you with one of his greatest secrets. Not only who he was, but what he was.

“Come on, baby. You can give me one more. Just one more.”

“Jungkook----”

You choked on a moan as he was currently pounding you into the dining table; your cheek pressed into the wood and your hands clawing in front of you, trying to find something to keep you grounded. Voice shaking with every thrust he delivered, you managed to say,

“You said that three rounds ago. I can’t----”

“Yes you can. You can, beautiful. I know you want to. Gotta make sure I breed you good and fill you with my pups.”

But he didn’t stop there. Oh no. He was great with his words when driven by his heat.

“Gonna look so gorgeous with your belly swollen. All round and full with our offspring made from our love making. Your breasts filled with milk to help them grow big and strong just like us.”

The poor boy was drenched in sweat and had went through nearly a whole case of bottled water from his first time with you, up to now. To say both of you were exhausted would be an understatement. Although you were far worse off than him. Being human put you at a huge disadvantage but you took his heat like a trooper. So much so, that Kook began to wonder if you were already part wolf and just didn’t know it.

“K--Kook----M’Gonna cum!!”

“Yes! That’s it, babe! Come on! Sh-Shit! Let me hear you howl as I knock you up!”

You were on the pill so you highly doubted anything would come of this. Sure the pill wasn’t 100% effective but that just meant you’d run to the drug store real quick and get some Morning After pills to ensure that nothing would happen. It wasn’t that you didn’t want kids with him, but it was still extremely early in your guys unique relationship. One thing at a time, here.

The next thing you knew, you were seeing stars and your vision was turning white as yet another orgasm hit you like a truck. How could he make every climax feel as amazing as the first if not better??? You should be passed out by now. Although you weren’t too far from blacking out as you laid there with your body convulsing from the pleasure your boyfriend was delivering.

Trying to calm yourself down, you felt the familiar tightness that came whenever his knot started to form. Dear lord were you ever going to get used to that? Probably not. Perhaps there was a part of you that was inhuman as well? Especially if humans weren’t designed to take a wolf’s knot. Taking deep breaths, you could feel Jungkook on top of you as he also was breathing heavily.

“You’re so perfect. My perfect mate. Taking my knot so well.”

You shivered and let out a small moan. Not from the kiss that he planted to your back, but to the feeling of his hot seed filling your womb. It seemed to come on in spurts rather than just one shot like you were used to from intimate partners in the past. With several minutes passing and Jungkook continuously praising you in his bliss-filled haze, you finally felt him deflate and let out a breath you didn’t realize you had been holding.

“Such a good girl. You did so well. Let me take care of you now.”

And just like that, the hungry wolf was gone for another month and back was your loving, dorky boyfriend. He gently eased himself out of your abused hole and was careful to lift you into his arms. Just like every round before, he would lay you down on the couch that was now completely soiled and would need replacing. He’d then proceed to clean you up and help numb any pain you might be experiencing.

The first couple times he did it, all it caused was more arousal. However, you were now too far exhausted to feel even remotely horny or worked up. Nope, you could easily fall asleep right here, on this dirty couch of his. In fact, your eyes had started to droop and close completely but a warm hand was gently tapping your cheek and forced you to look up.

“Hey there, gorgeous. Don’t fall asleep on me yet. I need to get you in the bath so I can properly clean you up. We can’t have you drowning now, can we?”

“Mmmm. M’sleepy.”

“I know you are, babe. Trust me. You have every reason to be. Hell, I’d be concerned if you weren’t. But I need you to stay awake just a little while longer, okay? Can you do that for me?”

No answer.

“Beautiful?”

It was no use. You were too drained and exhausted. So there he was smiling fondly down at you, his beautiful mate, as you slept in a deep and peaceful sleep. Not to mention well-deserved too. He had to admit, there were a few times where he was anything but gentle and patient. It was crazy how clearly he could think now. Now that the heat wasn’t driving him positively mad.

With a soft sigh, he gently picked you up and cradled you to his chest as he approached the bathroom. Guess he’d just have to take a bath with you to make sure you didn’t drown. What a shame. What a shame, indeed.

After bathing you clean, drying you off, and pulling another extra large t-shirt over your lulling skull, Jungkook carried your still limp form over to his bed since yours was pretty......messy. He may or may not have had a little too much fun using the canopy drapes to hog tie you to your own bed. Turns out bondage was a kink you both shared.

Standing at the foot of his bed with his arms folded across his chest, the young wolf couldn’t help but feel himself swell with pride as he watched you sleeping. In his bed. Gosh you were absolutely stunning. You practically glowed with beauty as you laid there curled up under the covers; sleeping peacefully. Hopefully dreaming sweet dreams like you deserve to.

Knowing that his mate was getting rest and recovering from her breeding, Jungkook could feel his canine instincts kicking in and he started to clean the den just as you had planned to earlier this morning. The least he could do was take care of everything while you rested. After all, you could be carrying his pups now and there was no way he was going to risk you over working yourself.

By the time he could sense you stirring from your slumber, the young male had managed to disinfect the whole house, finish up most of the laundry, and did all the dishes. With the help of the dishwasher, of course. He had been laying next to you and gently running his fingers through your hair while he waited for the last load of laundry to finish drying.

“Mmmm......”

“There she is. There’s my sleeping beauty.”

“I don’t feel like her. I feel like I’ve been trampled on by a herd of elephants.”

He shouldn’t have laughed, but he just couldn’t help it. You were so cute with how you said it. Your eyes still shut and your speech all slurred in grogginess. You were absolutely adorable when still half asleep like this. Jungkook found it so endearing, honestly. You, his beautiful girl. His beautiful she-wolf. Well......not yet. But hopefully one day.

“Can I get you anything? Water? Something to eat? You must be starving, my love. It’s nearly dinner time.”

Just when you were about to reply, you could hear both of your phones go off at almost the same exact time. Which meant it had to be someone from the group text you both were in. Too exhausted to move, you allowed your boyfriend to be the one to check the incoming text message.

“Hmmm. Would you be up for a triple date with Jimin, Taehyung, and the girls?”

It was silent for a moment. In fact, so silent, that the young wolf wondered if you had fallen back asleep. However, just when he was about to reply back to the guys that you were too exhausted, you suddenly spoke up with your eyes still shut,

“Only if you give me a kiss. I think I need a kiss to help me wake up.”

Grinning worthy of a wolf like himself, the male set his phone down before slowly sliding further down till he was laying right up against you, turning you into the little spoon as he whispered against your ear.

“Oh baby girl, there’s a lot better ways I could wake you up. Trust me.”

After playfully tickling you and romping around in the sheets, you surrendered and admitted that you were wide awake just so he’d stop his relentless tickling. Laughing and throwing his arms up in victory, you simply huffed and tried to shove him out of bed. Of course it did zero good because that boy was like solid volcanic rock.

While you dragged yourself into his bathroom to go about your business, Jungkook was still smiling and chuckling as he finally responded to the group chat and confirmed that he and yourself were up for the triple date. Honestly, it sounded pretty fun. Not to mention this was the perfect time to get everything else out in the open. The hardest part was over. You had accepted him and that was more than he could ever hope for.

After using the toilet and washing your hands and face, you took time to fix your hair using one of his combs and realized he wasn’t kidding. The poor boy really did shed like a real canine. The comb was full of his hairs. Smiling to yourself in amusement, you cleaned out the object as best you could by pulling all the hair out and making sure it hit the trashcan on the floor located next to the sink vanity.

By the time you had come back out, your wolf man was lounging on the bed and scrolling through his phone, still not dressed yet. Well.....dressed for an outing, anyway. He was currently sporting a t-shirt and basketball shorts. You never saw him in sweats and now it made sense. He would burn up in them with his natural increased body temperature being a thing. No wonder he kept the thermostat set so far back.

“We gonna get dressed or what, big guy?”

You casually swatted at his foot but he only chuckled and finally put his phone back on the nightstand. Swinging his muscular legs over the side of the bed, you watched him stand up and approach you only to wrap you up in a back hug. Encircling your arms around his own, you smiled up at him only to meet his lips with your own. He had to bend down a bit but that’s okay. You met him half way by standing on your tiptoes a bit.

“I suppose so, little girl. Wear something cute for me, okay? But nothing too short. I can’t have other guys thinking they have a shot with you. You’re mine and only mine.”

You let out a soft yelp when you felt him nip at the shell of your ear. How quickly you had forgotten about his genuine canines and the fact that they were a lot sharper than normal human ones. Pouting and gently stepping on his foot with your own, you felt rather than heard his chuckling as he finally let you go so you could get dressed in the privacy of your own bedroom.

Upon entering your room, you were surprised how clean and tidy it was. The last time you remember seeing your bedroom, it had been a complete mess. Your canopy drapes had been all over the floor but not before being tied around your limbs. Just the memory of that particular round of love making and ‘breeding’ had your cheeks setting ablaze in embarrassment. Never before had a guy tried bondage on you. Turns out it was a huge kink you didn’t even know you had.

Shaking your head to help clear it of such sinful memories, you focused on the task at hand. However, as you were getting dressed, you couldn’t help but wonder about things. Well.....everything, really. Your boyfriend was a werewolf. It still hadn’t quite hit you yet. Even though he had stuffed his stupid wolf knot in you several times today, it still hadn’t fully sunk in mentally.

You wondered if he could turn into a real wolf at will or if it only happened during a cheesy full moon. What color of fur did he have? Since his hair was long and black, did that mean his fur was the same way? Did his eyes ever change color? Instead of being scared or repulsed by his confession, you found yourself being extremely curious and fascinated instead. Did the others know he was a werewolf???

So many questions. Hell, you were genuinely excited to ask him every single one you had. The longer you thought about it, the more and more you wanted to see what he looked like as a real wolf. Smiling to yourself as you thought back on what you wanted to get him for Christmas, you realized that this would be your first one together. It’d be your first Halloween, your first Pepero Day......Gosh. You were in so deep. You really loved this man. Werewolf or not.

You had just covered your face with both hands and let out a muffled squeal of happiness when not maybe three seconds later, said man came barreling through the door to your bedroom. Eyes wide with confusion and fear, he asked a little breathlessly,

“Are you okay, baby girl?”

Feeling extremely embarrassed for the both of you, you quickly uncovered your face and smiled shyly while your blush crept up your neck, covered your face, and even burned the tips of your ears. Nodding bashfully, you admitted just as much.

“Yeah. It’s all good. Just happy to be yours, is all.”

#bts smut #jungkook smut #bts #bts jungkook #jeon jungkook #jungkook #jungkook x reader #bts fanfiction #bts fanfic #bts scenarios #bts scenario #bts imagines #bts imagine #jungkook fanfiction #jungkook fanfic #jungkook scenarios #jungkook scenario #jungkook imagines #jungkook imagine

[twilightmademegay]

I wrote Bella*/Edythe fanfiction

And now all you nerds get to read it. Enjoy. Give me your thoughts.

*Bella does not physically appear in this, it’s mostly about Edythe’s gaywakening.

I had heard a boy, a few high schools back, refer to me as “Snow White”. It made me laugh at the time, how this human could compare me to a dainty, helpless princess when I was perfectly capable of crushing his windpipe in one hand, if I so desired. It didn’t offend me, though. Snow White was a far kinder nickname than Ice Princess. That was a title bestowed upon me far more often.

    Either one’s fitting, I thought to myself, smiling bitterly. It was clear to me now, as I lay buried in a snowbank, that the comparisons they drew were more accurate than I cared to admit. My skin was freezing, especially now that it had acclimated to the air around me. It was also pale, and even sparkled like snow in the sunlight.

    Sighing, I ran my hands through the powder around me. It was soft, fresh and actually sort of calming. With nothing for company but the stars and some scattered pines, it was easy to forget my reason for coming here.

Well, maybe not that easy. I couldn’t stop picturing her face. Her deep chocolate eyes that betrayed thoughts I longed to hear for myself. How they filled with terror when she saw the monster she’d made of me.

I growled quietly, particles of snow puffing up into the air as I quickly flipped onto my side. It wasn’t fair. I had lived for a century and this human girl, this insignificant child, would be the one to ruin me. There wasn’t even anything special about her.

That’s a lie, I reminded myself, and you know it. Her silent mind had intrigued me at first, yes, but any curiosity was swiftly blotted out by her cloyingly sweet scent, how I so desperately wanted to sink my teeth into her lovely neck and taste-

I sat up immediately, taking deep breaths of the fresh air. She’s not here now. It’s over. You’re fine. I was not fine. I could easily run back to Forks tonight, climb through her bedroom window and take what the monster inside me craved. Even the memory of her smell was enough to make my throat burn with desire, to make my fingers twitch in impatience. It would be so easy. But I knew I couldn’t go through with it. Just imagining the disappointment on Carlisle’s face, not to mention Esme…

I groaned. I needed to compose myself. Just look at you! Obsessing over Bella Swan like every mouth breathing boy at your school. Where’s your dignity, Edythe? It wasn’t that I couldn’t understand what all the fuss was about. She was beautiful, in her way. She had an… interesting face, all sharp contrasts. Delicate bone structure, but wide eyes, full lips. Her skin was almost as pale as mine, but her hair was a deep brown, even darker than her eyes. I chuckled softly. With that coloring, maybe she was Snow White. But what would that make me? The evil queen? I certainly couldn’t be prince charming. Mike Newton was already vying for that role, as irritating as his attempts were. When we first came to Forks his constant and often vulgar thoughts about me had been an annoyance, though nothing I wasn’t already used to. But when I recalled the way he thought about Bella, a dark feeling came over me. Jealousy, my mind supplied easily, but I dismissed the notion. I would never harbor anything short of resentment for Mike Newton, so what was there to be jealous of?

The sound of snow crunching in the distance brought me out of my musings. Tobias, no doubt, coming to find where I’d run off to. I cringed. He was nice enough, but his interest in me was obvious, even without the glimpses I had into his head. The feeling was not mutual, but I still felt bad every time I brushed off his advances.

“Ah, Edythe!” He exclaimed once he drew nearer. “There you are! I’ve been looking all over for you.”

“Hello, Tobias.” I smiled faintly as he took a seat next to me.

What is she doing all the way out here?

“I don’t know,” I replied, shrugging. “Sometimes it’s nice to be alone with my thoughts.” I added the last part hoping he’d take the hint. He didn’t.

I always forget you can do that! “My sisters told me to leave you alone, but you seemed upset, so…” He trailed off, and I didn’t bother with a reply, choosing to look up at the stars instead. I should ask her what’s bothering her.

He took a breath. “I don’t want to talk about it,” I interjected before he could ask the question out loud. “It’s nothing.” He scoffed.

“Are you sure? Because it doesn’t sound like nothing. You even have this little crease between your eyebrows.” He reached out slowly, like he wanted to smooth it out, but I threw some snow at him before he could. He laughed, shaking his long blond hair out and hitting me in the face. I glowered at him. “Oh, come on, Edythe. Lighten up, will you? There must be something that’s bothering you.”

“Besides you, you mean?” I grumbled. He simply held up a finger, stroking his chin in thought.

Then his eyes lit up. “Oh! Is it boy trouble? Finally found someone special back home?”

I had never been more grateful that I’d lost all ability to blush. “No, Tobias. No one back home.” I tried to ignore the hopeful tone his thoughts took on after that.

Here goes nothing. “Don’t worry. I know you’ve only got eyes for me.” He grinned widely at me, confident and smug, but I simply stared back at him, unimpressed. He deflated a little, averting his gaze.

“In all seriousness, Edythe…” He sighed, then looked back at me. You know how I feel about you. Just give me a chance. Please.

This was why he always made me feel guilty. Beneath all the bravado, he was earnest. A good man. But not one I could ever want.

“I’m sorry, Tobias.” His eyes saddened. “Look, you surely must know that you’re a wonderful person, and incredibly handsome, too. You’ll find somebody that will love you, I’m sure of it. It just won’t be me.”

He smiled ruefully. You know I had to try. No hard feelings, honest.

“If it makes you feel any better,” I added, “It’s not just you. I’ve never felt that way about any man.”

Huh. His mind suddenly filled with thoughts of Rosalie and Eleanor. “Maybe you should stop trying to find a man, then.”

I furrowed my brow at him in confusion, looking into his mind to see why he put a slight emphasis on man, but he shook his head at me and smirked. Good night, Edythe, he thought, before singing some pop song loudly in his head to drown out his thoughts as he ran away.

I flopped back down into the snow once he was out of sight. Well, that was weird. What did he mean by “stop trying to find a man”? Maybe he was telling me to resign myself to a life of loneliness? As if I hadn’t already come to that conclusion long ago. And why would he be thinking of Rose and El? What did they have to do with my inability to find-

“Oh!” I gasped, sitting bolt upright. He must have assumed… My sisters had always preferred women, and they found happiness in each other. Did he think that I? No. No, that was preposterous. I didn’t have any aversion to it as a concept, even I wasn’t that old fashioned. The love between Rosalie and Eleanor had always seemed so natural to me, so right, that I could never understand why some people resented it. But for me? I was over a hundred years old, wouldn’t I have figured that part of myself out by now? No, Tobias was wrong. I just hadn’t found anyone that I liked, that was all.

    I slowly lowered myself back down. It was only natural that Tobias had come to that conclusion. I had, after all, just told him that I had never been interested in a man. But that wasn’t just to spare his feelings, even if that was my intention in saying it. I thought back on all of the men I had met over my many years, and not one of them jumped out at me as a romantic interest. I couldn’t even recall a passing attraction.

    My thoughts then turned to Tobias. He was objectively gorgeous, perfect, like all of those who shared our condition. I imagined he was also quite handsome in life. Tall, broad shouldered, a kind face. If any man were fit to be my mate, it was Tobias. And yet, he stirred nothing within me. But his sister Irina, on the other hand…

    I shook myself. Stop. What are you thinking? Clearly, my mind only went down this path because Tobias had planted the idea in my head. I shouldn’t have even entertained the possibility. Of course, Irina was beautiful. It was just as objective a fact for her as it was for Tobias. But did I give Tobias a second look? Did I look over his body like my eyes roamed across the sharp lines of Irina’s collarbones, the dip of her spine. Did my gaze ever rest a moment too long on his mouth?

    This time, I stood up. I began to pace back and forth, so quickly that I ran ruts into the snowdrift. I had no romantic feelings for Irina. I did not feel devotion for her like Carlisle felt for Esme, I did not desire to protect her like Jasper did with Alice. I did not look at her with the same soft eyes that Eleanor had for Rosalie. I was not in love with her, of that that much I was certain. But lust? Simple attraction?

    I abruptly stopped moving. “Oh, my God.” I breathed. “I’m gay.”

    Before I registered what I was doing, I was already running south. I thought about the pretty girls who would approach me every time we moved to a new school. How pleased I was that they wanted to be my friend. I realized now that it was much more than that. I remembered the time I found a copy of Le Fanu’s Carmilla at the library and read it three times a night, every night for a month, and how I bought my own copy that was now heavily marked up. It was the only piece of vampire fiction I had ever enjoyed. Perhaps I had seen myself in it?

    I stopped about fifty miles north of Seattle and leaned against a tree. It occurred to me that I was on my way back home, most likely to inform my family of my revelation. They were the people I cherished most in this existence, and I desperately wanted to share my discovery with them. I especially wanted to talk to Rose and El, the two people in the world that would understand this best.

    But oh, I had almost forgotten why I wasn’t at home in the first place. Bella Swan. I ground my teeth in frustration. Was one girl really going to keep me from my family? At a time like this? No. I was a lot of things, yes, but not a coward. I would not allow her to keep me from where I belonged.

    So what if she smelled delicious? I had plenty of experience keeping my thirst under control. So long as I avoided her like the plague she was, I wouldn’t be tantalized by the perfume of her blood, the inviting rosiness of her cheeks, the aggravating silence of her thoughts… I could make it through another year or two before we moved on, and she could continue with her mundane human life. Maybe she’d even marry that loathsome Mike Newton.

    There it was again. That pang of jealousy.

    But suddenly, I understood it.

    “Oh, shit.” No, I could not even consider that right now. It could only be a passing attraction, like Irina. Perhaps the mystery of her mind and her mouthwatering scent had mixed together and caused some sort of confusion with my feelings. I could not afford to like Bella Swan. And neither, quite frankly, could she afford any further attention from me.

    In any case, it was a problem for later. Right now, I needed to go home.

    It wasn’t long before I reached the house. I slowed to a stop as I got to the end of our long driveway and found Alice waiting for me on our front steps. She sprung to her feet as I approached, smiling and throwing her arms around me.

    I am so proud of you. I love you so much. She pulled away, but still held me by my shoulders. And I missed you. Are you going to stay this time?

    “I think so, Alice. I hope I can, at least.”

    Wonderful! She grinned, exuberant. Now, don’t let me keep you. You have some news to deliver.

    “You didn’t already tell them?” I asked.

    “Of course not,” she laughed. “You only get to come out to them once. I could never take that from you.”

    I would have had tears in my eyes, were I still able to cry. I pulled her into another crushing hug. “Thank you.”

    She giggled, pushing me towards the door. Go on!

    I decided to start with my father. He was my creator, in a sense, so it felt right to tell him first. I knocked gently on his office door.

    “Come in.” Carlisle looked up from his desk as I entered. “Oh, Edythe! Welcome home.”

    His thoughts were a mixture of relief to see me back safe and worry for the reasons I had left in the first place. He had already made up his mind to move the family if need be, which made me wince. I hoped it wouldn’t come to that.

    “It’s good to be home. Listen, Dad, I’m here because there’s something I need to tell you.”

    He looked closer at my eyes and I saw a flash of relief in his mind when he realized they were not the brilliant crimson he had feared. He had thought, briefly, that I’d given in and murdered the girl. I couldn’t say I blamed him, though his ready forgiveness for my imagined sin almost shamed me more than his anger would have. It strengthened my resolve to do nothing that he needed to forgive.

    “No, it’s not-” I paused, taking a deep breath I didn’t really need. “Dad, I’m a lesbian.”

    Shock flashed across his face, but as I listened to what he was thinking, I realized that he wasn’t surprised for the reasons I expected.

    “You already knew?” My voice was shriller than I intended, so I cleared my throat before trying again. “All this time, you knew?”

    You didn’t know? He attempted to school his expression, but couldn’t control the quirk in the corner of his mouth.

    “I just discovered it when I was up in Alaska,” I admitted sheepishly.

    I thought she would have figured it out by now. Maybe Rosalie was right, maybe she is a “clueless lesbian”.

    I was about to ask him if everybody in our family knew but me, but the place his thoughts trailed off to gave me a different question to ask.

    “Father,” I began calmly, trying to control my voice. “Please tell me you did not turn Rosalie into a vampire because you thought I was lonely and needed a girlfriend.”

    Carlisle lost his humor quickly. “That was a long time ago, Edythe. Edythe? Where are you going?”

    I was already at the bottom of the stairs. “I’m going back to Alaska to bury myself in the snow forever. Goodbye, Carlisle. Great talk!”

#twilight #twilight renaissance #twilight saga #bella swan #edythe cullen #bella/edythe #bella x edythe #rosalie hale #eleanor cullen #carlisle cullen #esme cullen #alice cullen #this is gay #i'm not sorry

[lovelyirony]

The Only Thing You Absolutely Have to Know is the Location of a Library

It wasn’t that Thor wanted to take Loki and Hela to the library. But Hela literally can’t drive--got her license taken away, suspended actually--and Loki was an incredibly angsty teenager who read his weird dark magic books and talked about how stupid Thor was. Thor could easily ditch them, go to the pool, and have actual fun. 

But no, he was in charge of them for a month because mom and dad were on a trip around Europe. 

Hela and Loki were the weird siblings that were insanely similar, but also hated each other deeply. To the point of agreeing that they would never visit one another, and Loki would not be attending her funeral. (He was still in the will--not sure why Hela had a will already planned, but he also didn’t want to ask her why.) They both liked the library, however, and went once a week. 

Thor accompanied them to make sure Hela didn’t threaten anyone and Loki didn’t hack into an old man’s computer and crash it. Again. He’s kind of mad that he has to stay, but there are a ton of books he hasn’t read yet. 

And there’s Bruce. The only library employee that Hela and Loki marginally like. Bruce wears glasses, always wears a baggy cardigan, and is cute. Thor’s a sucker for nerds, or so Hela tells him. (And damn her, she may be right.) 

Bruce helps him find books, talks to him about what Loki or Hela may like, and they actually bond over the fact that they both know a lot of the same people. The fact that they both knew Tony Stark was weird, but mainly because Thor never imagined that he would ever actually know the man. 

So yeah. There might be a little bit of a crush. And maybe Thor gives Bruce funny librarian memes. And researches the problems of the job so he can successfully vent to someone who gets it. And maybe Bruce found Thor a copy of a book from his childhood that he thought had been partially a dream. 

But what the hell were they going to do about it? 

Apparently, nothing. 

“This fucking sucks,” Hela says, completely bored. “They talk for hours while we’re here, and nothing has come out of it.” 

“You could sabotage it,” Loki whispers, rapidly folding a piece of paper to make an origami dick. (He’s been having a feud with this girl in the fiction section, it’s so weird.) 

“I suppose I could,” Hela mentions, checking her nail polish. “But what would be the fun in that? You know dad wants Thor to come home with a nice girl, not a nice boy. Besides, Bruce is nice. Do you really want to ruin his life? Do you want Thor to be angry with you?” Loki shrugs. 

“He’s not the worst when mad.” 

“He figured out how to rewire my hair dryer when I made fun of Valkyrie, and I know that he’s messed with your games online.” This was true; Thor was petty as shit, and Loki and Hela were no match in that respect. 

“Want to get them together then, dear sister?” 

“Of course.” 

This task proves harder than originally thought. Thor refuses to even fancy the chance of getting a date. Something about how Bruce understands more about molecular fusion or something. Bruce is a library employee, and requires more finesse in opening up to Resident Goths Loki and Hela. 

So Loki gets a summer job. Frigga, of course, is thrilled. Loki doesn’t actually mind the work, pulls harmless pranks on patrons, and actually warms up to Bruce. “He is not the worst,” Loki says with a shrug. “Makes excellent tea.” 

In this time, Hela insists that she has summer homework to attend to, requiring far more trips to the library. “I wish you hadn’t gotten your license suspended,” Thor grumbles as she snatches the aux cord and starts playing metal. “Your music taste leaves something to be desired.” 

“And your hippie soft beach rock is any better,” she mutters. “Besides, you like the library. You enjoy reading, and you enjoy the librarian.” Thor splutters and nearly swerves into a curb. “Are we sure I should be the one with a license suspension?” 

“Considering you threatened to kill someone and committed arson, yes.” She rolls her eyes and gets out of the car. 

Bruce is incredibly helpful in getting her materials ready for 15th century art, gothic architecture, and....yarn? Why the hell does she need all these? Thor isn’t even going to question schools anymore. They’re so weird. 

Bruce talks to Thor about new schooling, what the library is doing, and a bake sale fund they’re doing. “Loki actually suggested it,” he says softly. “Said that it would be a good idea.” 

Look. Thor is good at a lot of things. He is. One thing he is good at: baking. He can bake anything and make it a.) taste good, and b.) look good. 

So of course he signs up for it and plans on making ten different desserts. Which is highly stressful and maybe he’s worried about disappointing Bruce but who’s noticing!? Really, who is?! 

“Thor why have you been icing that cupcake for ten minutes.” 

“Loki, shut up. I need concentration.” 

“It’s a library bake sale, not a delicate little experiment.” 

“I just...I want them to look nice. What, you wanna eat shitty-looking cupcakes?” 

“Noted.” 

The bake sale is held outside the library, which is currently being manned by Loki--probably a bad decision, but it was either let him be in charge for a couple hours or have him scare children and haggling with suburban moms--and so Bruce and Thor are in charge of the bake sale with a couple volunteers. 

He’s wearing a t-shirt. 

A good-fitting t-shirt. 

Thor is going to kill Loki, who casually mentions that he’s going inside and Bruce will be out shortly. He didn’t mention the casual clothes. Bruce looks criminally good. Like model good. Thor might be a tad biased, but he sure as hell isn’t wrong. 

Bruce is sweet to all the kids, making sure they get the best cookie from the pile, or that they’re getting the gluten-free cookies that taste “awesome because I baked them Tiff, and do you really think I made them taste awful? Be serious.” And maybe Thor is bumping into him and laughing and having a good time and wants to date--

oh. 

Well. That’s unfortunate. 

#quote is from albert einstein #i combined it u see #bc they're both smart #thorbruce #thor #bruce banner #gammahammer #also yeah i made hela and loki younger #why? #well it's quite simple: bc i can #also thor is desperately in love #he just is okay #library au

[rukakikuchi]

Infinity II: Fiction - Part 1

My newest project; a four-part sequel to the Kagekidan musical, Infinity! I know that a lot of people have done this already, but I’ve written this with a unique twist here and there, so I hope you all will enjoy it!

“And thus, with their final kiss, the vampire disappeared into dust in the maiden’s arms, leaving behind only the rose. From that moment, she promised that she would search for her love, no matter how long of an eternity, believing that the warmth she felt from that the scar on her neck was a symbol of their love.”

The woman closed the book she was reading before wiping a tear from her eye. She placed the book back on the shelf and slowly walked out of her study. Her feet clicked as she trotted down the long hallway. She hummed a melody that had long been forgotten, her soft voice and contrasting footsteps echoing off the walls.

It was then that she noticed a figure walking the opposite direction, heading towards her with her hands delicately holding a letter.

“Sayaka..?” she called out, making her look up.

Without saying a word, she handed the letter to the shorter woman and allowed her to read the contents.

“I thought so… So it’s time.”

“Yes.”

“I didn’t think it’d be so soon.”

“Minami,” Sayaka cupped her cheek, the two locking gazes both filled with seriousness. “We must.”

Minami simply nodded before folding up the letter.

“We should get ready then.”

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“Ruka…”

“Maria, my love…”

“Ruka… I will always love you… as long as I live.. I will…”

*Beep beep beep*

“...nn… noisy…” Yuki turned in her bed, covering her ears with her pillow.

She blindly reached for her alarm clock and shut it off, filling the room with silence. She sighed and started drifting back into her slumberland…

*Knock knock*

“Yuki-chan, wake up,” her mother’s voice could be heard behind the door. “You don’t wanna be late for your first day of school.”

Yuki yawned and sat up from her bed, rubbing her sleepy eyes.

“Right.. School…” The girl then gasped as she realized what her mother just said. “School?!”

She hurried to get ready, rushing to brush her teeth and fix her bed head. After that was done, she grabbed her uniform and rushed to put it on. After successfully changing, she went downstairs and saw her mother already laying out breakfast.

“Oh my… You look beautiful, Yuki,” her mother exclaimed. “That uniform really does look great on you.”

Yuki blushed at her mother’s comment before feeling her father pat her head.

“My little girl, all grown up,” he chuckled. “You excited for your first day at a new school?”

“You could say that.”

“I’m sure you’ll have a great time.”

“Speaking of, you better hurry and eat breakfast so you won’t be late.”

“Ah, right!”

Yuki sat down at the table, beginning to eat her breakfast quickly. After finishing her meal, she grabbed her bag and she and her brother exited the house.

“Itekimasu~” she said, rushing out the door.

Yuki walked down a path where the students were all heading towards the conjoined school buildings. Yuki looked around at the students as they chatted idly. She stood at the entrance to the high school building, taking a deep breath before stepping forward beyond the open gates.

“Let’s do this.”

As she was walking, she didn’t notice a pair of eyes staring down at her from one of the building’s windows. Minami watched as the girl entered the gates of the school, a kind smile on her as she politely greeted those who passed her by.

“She’s here,” she said to Sayaka, who was looking over some papers with a pair of glasses gently propped against her nose.

“Good.”

Minami sighed heavily as she leaned against the wall.

“Are you afraid?” Sayaka asked.

“N-no, it’s not that…”

“Then, what? Are you feeling uneasy because it’s finally time?”

“Well.. I just want to succeed. If we don’t reunite them, then we’ll--” Minami was silenced when Sayaka stepped in front of her, holding her face. “S-Sayaka..!”

“I understand your fear. I feel the same way. But let’s not let our fear take hold of us,” she said reassuringly. “We’ll get through this.”

She kissed her forehead gently, a small gasp escaping her lips. Minami looked up and saw a kind smile from the taller woman.

“It’ll be okay.”

Minami smiled back, “Okay.”

Minami left her room and started walking down the stairs as she took a deep breath. She went down to the main office and saw Yuki talking to the woman at the front desk.

“Kashiwagi-san?” she spoke up, catching her attention. “You’re the transfer student who’s joining Class 2-B, Kashiwagi-san, right?”

“Yes.”

“I’m Takahashi Minami, the school counselor. I was asked to guide you to your classroom.”

“Oh. Thank you, Takahashi-san,” Yuki bowed in respect, making the woman giggle.

“Just call me Takamina. Everyone does.”

“Okay, Takamina...san.”

The two giggled again.

“Follow me,” Takamina said as she lead the girl upstairs to where her classroom was.

Yuki couldn’t help but smile a bit at the woman’s cute, short stature, and the long hair that flowed past her shoulders in an almost auburn color. When she first saw her, she looked like a student! She was surprised at her young appearance.

As the two were walking, a group of third years happened to see the transfer student.

“Hm? Who’s that?” one of the boys asked.

“A transfer student?”

“She seems cute.”

One girl in particular held a curious gaze on the girl, even after she had left her sight.

“Miyazawa?” One boy caught her attention, chuckling. “What’s the matter? You’re staring into space.”

“Could it be, you took a liking to her already?”

“Mou, quit the teasing you guys,” she said back before they started walking to class. Sae looked back on the girl’s path before turning around. “But she really is pretty…”

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“Kashiwagi Yuki desu! It’s nice to meet all of you.”

The class applauded at her introduction, Yuki giving a shy smile at the praise.

“Hai~ it’s an honor to have you in our class, Kashiwagi-san,” the teacher said in a sweet tone. “But, my, Takamina-san, she’s a pretty one, isn’t she~?”

“Eh? Ahh, yes, I’d say so.”

“Uh-oh, Rena-sensei’s at it again,” one of the girls whispered, earning some low chuckles.

“Kizaki-san, did you say something?”

“Oh! No, nothing, Rena-sensei~”

“Well, I’ll be off,” Takamina said with a bow. “Kashiwagi-san, if you need anything, or if you just wanna talk, you can come see me.”

“Okay. Thank you.”

After Takamina left, Yuki took her seat beside a cute, pigtailed girl. The two met gazes for a bit before they gave each other a smile.

“Nice to meet you, Kashiwagi-san,” the girl whispered.

“Alright, everyone~ For today’s class, we’ll be looking over Chapter 5. While all of you work in your books, I’m going to enjoy a snack~” the teacher giggled as she pulled out a loaf of melonpan. “Everyone, take your time and don’t rush. That’s the key to success.”

Yuki blinked at Rena’s very carefree behavior. She seemed to live in her own little world.

“If you’re worried about Rena-sensei’s behavior, don’t be,” another girl said. “This is how she always acts.”

“I see…”

“I’m Takayanagi Akane, by the way. And the girl who greeted you earlier is Mayuyu. If you have any trouble, you can count on both of us.”

“Thanks.”

“Kashiwagi-san~” Rena called out, making the girl jump for a moment. “Everyone in this class is very friendly, so I want you to make lots of friends while you’re here, kay~?”

“Ah.. yes, ma’am.”

After class, Yuki started chatting with her fellow classmates, getting to know everyone better. Mayu was an otaku who loved manga, Akane was the president of the photography club and also a huge bird lover, and Yuria was known for being athletic but also bad at studying.

“So, Yuki-chan~ Do you have a crush on anyone?” Yuria asked curiously.

“E-Eh? Well, no, not really. I mean, I don’t really know anyone here yet, so…”

“Yuria-chan, it’s still too early for questions like that,” Akane said.

“Still, I think she might take a liking to one of the 3rd years. Specifically, one of the three princes.”

Yuki raised a eyebrow. “Princes?”

“The three most popular boys in the third year classes. Suda-kun from Class 3-A, Azuma-kun from Class 3-B, and Furuhata-kun from Class 3-C.”

“And if you want to count it, Miyazawa-senpai is also pretty popular,” Mayu mentioned.

“Hey, she’s a girl. How can she be considered a ‘prince’?”

“Well, she is kind of a tomboy.”

“The princes, huh…” Yuki pondered over the thought of them. “What are they like?”

“Suda-kun is part of the cheerleading team and the acrobatics club. He’s also a really good dancer.”

“It’s that flexible body of his,” Yuria exclaimed. “It’s like jelly!”

“If I remember correctly, it’s his soft plates in his hips.”

“On the other hand, both Azuma-kun and Furuhata-kun have experience in the school band. Furuhata-kun is in the brass instruments club, and Azuma-kun takes regular piano lessons.”

“Furuhata-kun’s also been part of the drama club! He’s such a good actor!”

“And an amazing singer, too. His performance in last year’s musical was outstanding~”

Hearing her classmates’ praise of the third year “princes”, Yuki couldn’t help but feel curious. She wondered what kind of personalities each of the boys had. She was also curious on who “Miyazawa-senpai” was.

She then asked her classmates. “What’s Miyazawa-senpai like?”

“Oh, she’s nice! You’ll love her,” Yuria said.

“Yeah, she’s easy to get along with.”

“Hey, she has basketball practice after school, right? We should go see her!”

“Ooh, let’s do that!” The other girls agreed, voicing their excitement.

“Kashiwagi-san, I guarantee by the time you see her, you’ll be a Sae-senpai fangirl, too.”

Yuki just chuckled as her classmates continued their conversation. Her thoughts on the four senpai her fellow classmates admired was stirring wildly in her head. Her image of each of them was solidifying as kind, talented students admired by everyone.

“They must be… like the idols of the school.”

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As the after school chimes rung throughout the school, Sayaka peeked into one of the classrooms and saw Sae gathering her things for practice. She smiled and knocked against the door, catching the girl’s attention.

“Sayaka!” She smiled brightly as she walked towards the woman.

“Heading to practice?”

“Yup. I was just about to head that way.”

“Good,” she gave a kind smile. Before Sae left, Sayaka then asked, “Sae… has anything come back to you yet?”

Sae stopped and turned around to see a sincere look on the woman’s face. She gave her a sad smile in return.

“No… I kinda feel bad about it. Everyone’s been working so hard to help me, but…”

“Don’t feel bad. Sometimes, that’s just how it is.”

“Yeah, but still…”

Sayaka pat the girl’s head reassuringly.

“It’s alright, Sae. You’re still you.”

The girl nodded and headed her way to practice. Sayaka took out a small notebook and began writing in it.

“Date: 2015, April 3rd. No progress has been seen yet with Miyazawa. Only 2 months until the spring production.”

She closed her book, putting away the pen.

“Two months…”

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“Go! Fight! Win!” The cheers from the group of cheerleaders could be heard as Sae entered the gym. Having changed into her uniform, she stretched her arms as she joined her teammates.

The second year students happened to enter just in time to see Sae joining practice. Yuki looked down and saw several other students watching, squealing at the players as they scored a goal.

“Kashiwagi-san, over there!” Yuria pointed at the cheerleading team to one of the boys. “That’s Suda-kun!”

Yuki saw a young boy practicing along with the cheerleading team. She saw the boy lift up his leg and stand in a letter Y position.

“And that,” Yuria then pointed to one of the girls playing basketball, “is Miyazawa-senpai.”

Yuki saw a boyish girl playing with her team mates, a charming smile curving her lips.

“I’m open!”

One of the girls passed the ball to Sae, who shot the ball and scored a three-pointer. The students cheered and Sae turned around, smiling back to her fans with a victory pose. It was then that her eyes met Yuki’s.

Once their eyes locked, Sae seemed to freeze where she was staring, a look of awe painted on her face. Yuki gave a shy wave to the girl, who only waved back with a bright smile.

“Sae, look out!”

“Eh?” Sae turned around to look who was calling to her, but instead came face-to-face with a basketball, hitting her right in the forehead. “Ow!”

The students gasped as Sae fell to the ground, holding her forehead. Her teammates and Suda-kun ran to Sae’s side, Yuki looking down at the girl with worry.

“Ouch, that looked painful,” Akane said.

Yuki saw Suda-kun help Sae back to her feet, conversing for a moment before the two walked out of the gym.

“Um, I’ll be right back,” Yuki said, leaving her classmates.

She walked out of the gym and saw the two walking down the hall. Suda looked back and saw Yuki standing there.

“Ah… Kashiwagi-san, was it?” he asked, also catching Sae’s attention as she noticed her standing there.

“Uh, yes. Is Miyazawa-senpai okay?”

“Oh, I’m fine,” Sae said. “We’re heading to the infirmary.”

“You worried about Sae-chan here?”

“A little bit.”

“Hey, it’s okay. I’m really--” Sae said, flinching a bit as she held her forehead. “Ugh… this is definitely gonna leave a bruise.”

The two started heading that way, with Yuki following sure behind them. She didn’t really know why she kept following them. She knew Sae would be alright, it wasn’t a major injury, but something pushed her to go with them.

Once they got to the infirmary, Suda-kun proceeded to search for the bandages. The boyish girl was sitting on the edge of the bed. She looked over to her, the two sharing a silent exchange as Yuki walked in.

“There we are,” Suda-kun got out the bandages and gently placed one on Sae’s forehead. “Need an ice pack?”

“Yeah…”

“Alright,” the boy started searching and found there was no ice in the freezer. “Uh, you guys hang tight in here. I’m gonna find some ice.”

After he left, the two girls sat silent for a moment before Sae started chuckling a bit.

“What’s so funny?”

“I don’t know… This whole situation, I guess,” she said in between giggles. “We probably wouldn’t be here if I didn’t get plastered in the face.”

Yuki also laughed a bit, making the other girl smile more.

“Sorry if I made a bad first impression for you, miss transfer.”

“No, it’s fine. Besides, I did get to see your basketball skills before you got ‘plastered’.” The two chuckled again. “You sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah. I’m a strong girl,” she said, flexing her arm muscle to make the girl laugh. “So, miss transfer, what should I call you?”

“Hmmm… Yuki is fine. Or, my friends at my previous school used to call me Yukirin.”

“Alright then, Yukirin! You can call me Sae.”

“Okay, Sae-senpai. Tell me about yourself,” Yuki said curiously. “What’s interesting about you that you’d like me to know?”

“Mm…” Sae then gave a very glum look. “Well… I don’t know if I can tell you much.”

“Eh? Why not?”

“A few months ago, I was in an accident. I recovered from the injuries pretty quickly, but.. I got amnesia because of the incident.”

Yuki’s eyes widened. “Oh… So, you don’t remember what you used to be like.”

“I have an idea about it, since my friends told me how I used to act. I know that I like sports and I also really enjoy theatre and music. I’m actually participating in this year’s spring musical.”

“The school’s doing a musical?”

“Yeah! The drama club always does one around this time. Actually, it was the drama club advisor, Sayaka, who suggested I joined. I’m glad she did.”

“Is that so?”

Sae then got an idea. “Yukirin! You should join, too!”

“Eh?! You think I should?”

“Sure, why not? I bet you’d be great! I’ll ask Sayaka to give you a special audition!”

“Would she really do that?” Yuki asked with a wide smile.

“Of course! Sayaka is super nice and considerate. Plus, it’d be great for the drama club to have new members!”

“Thanks, Sae-senpai!”

“Mou, just Sae is fine.”

The two’s laughs could be heard as Sayaka leaned against the wall, where she couldn’t be seen by the two. She started walking towards Minami’s office, writing down something else in her notebook.

“Sae and Kashiwagi-san are starting to get along nicely. Also, Yuki will be having a special audition to join the drama club.”

Once she got to Minami’s office, she saw the woman was also writing in her own notebook, not noticing her come in. She silently glanced over at what she wrote.

“Yuki-chan seems to have settled in with her class very well. She’s getting along with the students and is generally enjoying classes.”

Sayaka tapped her shoulder, making her jump a bit. The tall woman chuckled.

“You seemed so focused, I didn’t want to disturb you.”

“H-how--”

“Don’t worry. I only just got here.” Sayaka took a seat beside the girl. “So, how is Kashiwagi-san?”

“I think she’s really liking things here. Rena-sensei’s also taking a liking to her.”

“She really does seem fond of students like her, huh?” The two chuckled.

“And how’s Sae? Has she talked to her yet?”

“Actually, yes. They’re spending some quality time in the infirmary as we speak.”

Minami blushed slightly. “Oh my! Just thinking about it is making my heart race!”

After a few light chuckles, the two fell into silence. Minami closed her notebook, laying it down on the counter in front of the two, before heaving out a sigh. She propped her head on Sayaka’s shoulder with a look of relief.

“We made it through day 1… How much time do we have left?”

“Two months. The day when the musical is first performed.”

“Do you think they’ll be able to remember who they are by then?”

“Surely, they will. The play we’re doing after all is about their love.” Sayaka wrapped her arm around Minami’s shoulder. “They will surely be able to remember.”

“I hope so…”

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That night…

Sae had been having strange dreams since the accident. Dreams of what seemed like another world, in another time. Or something out of a book or movie. Each night, it was different, but she always felt as if she was part of that world.

Tonight was no different. She found herself in an elegant ballroom, with men and women in fancy dresses and suits, their eyes covered by masks. It was a masquerade ball, Sae quickly realized. She looked around and saw someone in a beautiful gold dress. Her feet moved on their own as she walked up the stairs towards the girl.

“A rose…” she spoke, making the girl turn around.

“What?”

“You are.. As beautiful as a rose.”

The girl gave a shy smile. “My, I didn’t expect to receive such words from a gentleman such as yourself.”

“‘Gentleman’... So, I’m a boy again,” Sae thought. In her dreams, she was always male. She pondered why this could be many nights, but came to the simple conclusion that it was because the students who admired her considered her a prince.

“Believe me, there is no man who wouldn’t be drawn to such beauty as yours. Pray, tell me, why are you here all alone? Your eyes give a glimmer of loneliness.”

“It’s my first time being at this sort of celebration. My family and friends were all enjoying the festivities and forgot about me, so I decided to spend some time for myself.”

Sae chuckled. “A lady as yourself shouldn’t be alone in a place like this.”

She then offered the girl a hand, flashing one of her charming smiles.

“Care for a dance?”

The girl smiled back, taking Sae’s hand.

“Gladly.”

The two walked down and started dancing together in the ballroom. The two were completely immersed in each other’s gazes, dancing in a world that was completely separated from the environment around them. There was no word to describe it; it was simply a connection they shared in that moment.

After dancing, they spent the whole night talking, tasting the various sweets and treats served, and roaming around the palace the ball took place. They felt rebellious, sneaking away to one of the gardens so they could be in private. They only had each other and the stars above to witness them.

“I must say,” the girl spoke, “In all my life, I don’t think I’ve ever been this… adventurous.”

“You never once thought of sneaking out into the night in search of adventure?”

“I’ve thought of doing such, but never acted on it. My parents would punish me if I ever acted so rambunctious. They raised me to be a proper girl.”

“I understand. I was raised by certain standards myself… However, I was also born with a spirit free as a bird. Not even my father, who raised me to follow his example, could stop the boisterous rebel within me.”

The girl’s eyes widened behind her mask. “Does he know you’re here?”

Sae said nothing. Just giving a smirk to the girl, who gasped in response.

“Are you certain it’s safe for you to be here? If he finds out you snuck away without telling--”

“Don’t fret,” she said, silencing the girl. “I’m light on my feet and quick to adapt. Even if he were to notice I were gone for a short time, I could get by with him being none the wiser.”

“My… you really are quite the rebel.”

“It’s in my nature. Just as it is yours,” she stared deeply into the princess-like girl’s eyes, pulling her in. “Every human has a rebellious spirit, a desire to act freely with no remorse. You feel that thrill of acting by your own wishes and being spontaneous. And it felt good, didn’t it?”

“Well… y-yes. It did. For once, I wasn’t worried of what my parents would think if they realized I was missing. I was.. Enjoying myself. I enjoyed every moment of it.”

“And no regrets?”

The girl shook her head.

“No. Tonight was fun. I really loved it!”

Sae smiled back, seeing joy and excitement twinkling in the girl’s eyes. She suddenly felt a new urge. One she couldn’t fight any longer.

“If it is no trouble to you… would you mind if I removed your mask?”

The girl seemed surprised for a moment. But she soon smiled again and gave Sae a nod, allowing her to slowly untie the string wrapped around her and remove the mask from her face. Sae felt her heart skip a beat, before realizing something oddly familiar about the girl in front of her.

“It’s… Yukirin?”

“May I remove yours, as well?” the girl resembling Yuki asked.

Sae soon returned to her senses, flashing a smile. “Oh… of course.”

She felt the girl untie her mask and remove it from her face. The two stared at each other longingly, both in awe at each other’s beauty.

“My lady… your eyes are lovely,” Sae said.

“And you, young sir… you really are quite charming.”

“If I may ask,” Sae held the girl’s hands, looking in her eyes. “May I ask what your name is?”

She saw her smile, and her lips moved to form a single name.

“Maria.”

Sae suddenly jolted awake, sitting up in her bed. She stared at the wall for a few seconds before letting out a sigh. Now wide awake, she opened up the window above her bed and stared out into the night.

“Maria…” she repeated the name, laying her chin on her arms. “Why did she look so much like Yukirin?”

As she thought of this, all she could do was stare up at the moon and trace the stars before slowly being lulled back into slumber and collapsing onto her bed, returning to her dreamland of dancing in that same elegant ballroom… with Maria.

#AKB Fanfic #Infinity #Ruka x Maria #SaeYuki #SayaMina #Yuki Kashiwagi #Sae Miyazawa #Minami Takahashi #Sayaka Akimoto #Fanfiction

[lvlyhao]

「PART THREE: FAMILIARITY」

HUMANITY SERIES; Q.K

A/N: guess who forgot to update lol they’re whipped i just— also two surprise appearances hehfjfhsjh

important: i can’t think of anything??? the general warnings are in the masterlist if you wanna be sure none of them is a trigger for you!

word count: 2.8K

pairing: qian kun x reader

disclaimer: the characters in the story below do not reflect real people or present real facts. this is purely fictional, and you may not copy, change, translate or repost my work in any way. all rights reserved © cherry-hyejin 2021.

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Cussing like a sailor, you trudge towards the man, who's catching his breath by the sidewalk. His glance instantly darts to your face, about to say something. You cut him short, though, too disturbed by the fear that still clouds your every action.

“We have to leave while we can. Like right now.”

“H-how do you know I’m not infected?”, he asks, abruptly realizing something even more critical. "How do I know you are not infected?"

He backs away, then, gorgeous features closing off in hesitance. While he stares at you, you think his voice is much, much more angelic than you thought. It drips with uncertainty but is beautiful enough to make you forget how to speak for a minute.

"Uhm”, you clear your throat, now looking for your weapons. It's a good attempt at escaping his piercing eyes, but it dawns on you. He has quite literally no reasons to agree with what you were planning.

"I'm immune, actually. My DNA has some mutation that I honestly cannot explain that well. You", you pause, scanning his defensive form before going back to putting away your knives. "You are definitely clean. It's been over 15 minutes since I arrived: no walker bit you or you would have, at least, screamed. If by some chance it happened and I was not aware of it, I would have seen it in your eyes by now. It's the first part of the process", you grimace.

The guy stays silent while you speak, taking everything you say into consideration. You find it makes sense to him if his relaxed posture is anything to go by.

Finishing up with your arrows, you promptly head back to where you came from, assuming your companion is close behind.

“Wait!”, he trots, halting in front of you. “I… I don’t think I can go with you.”

You could say it's the dumbest thing you have ever heard, but your yell from earlier begs to differ.

“I can see you don't trust me, and you have no reasons to, but this is how rescue missions go. I see someone in danger, I do my best to get them away, and we go to my settlement, where we can hopefully be stronger by numbers. We can get there if we run." Your voice is borderline dull, almost like you have made that same speech 500 times in the past few days. It would have made him laugh, under different circumstances. Yet, he plainly breathes, running a grimy hand through his hair. 

“It’s not that”, he peers around, lost. “I came to the pharmacy for medical supplies for one boy in my own settlement. He needs them as soon as possible, or I’m not sure I’ll be able to help him at all. Besides”, he tentatively lifts your dominant arm by the sleeve of your jacket, careful not to touch you. “We should clean that and put some bandages around it, even if I don’t have the time to stitch it up.”

You are not sure what part of his speech you should pay attention to first.

“You have a settlement?” The question bursts its way out of your mouth before you can think better, but he doesn't seem to mind. Lips curling into a proud smile, he stuffs his hands into the pockets of his hoodie.

“Yeah, I’m currently the father of 6 children from the college I used to attend”, he snorts.

“That’s amazing! I’ve been mapping this area for some weeks now, and I never found anyone”, you smile. “I’m currently the parent of”, stopping, you count the names in your not-chewed fingers. “16 children? Around that. I swear there's a new name every time we make the roll call."

Studying his kind expression, warm under the red sunlight, you feel as if you could talk to him for hours. I'd never get bored. Your situation seems small, squeezed all the way in the back of your mind. It's clearly much less important than your attractive stranger.

Gasping quietly in realization, he sobers up. He pulls you by your jacket once more, just as delicately, and keeps you close.

“Listen, I understand you have people to take care of, but you said you could get there in time if you run. My boys are not too far from here. I think it would be safer for you to come with me for now, at least wait until morning. Otherwise", he gulps, "we will both be in more danger."

You reflect his words guardedly. You are painfully aware that the clock is ticking and each second spent here makes it a bit worse. When the sun goes down is when things get seriously nasty. The night would swallow you whole before you could get to the campus, and then your eyes would be useless. You wouldn't be able to see any walkers or even traps you came across. You'd be a sitting duck. 

Sighing, you know your decision has been made.

I can only hope Taeyong forgives me for this.

With a curt nod, your free hand gestures for him to lead the way. He seems awed by how fast you agreed but decides against mentioning it. Instead, he gives you a gracious smile and goes on. He stands just past the crushed glass, where you can now see a coffee-coloured messenger bag on the once-white floor. Something seems to be fidgeting inside of it, and you stiffen.

Before you can ask about it, he drops your wrist. Picking up the bag gently, he cradles it to his chest and looks at the inside softly. He coos, speaking in a language you know to be Mandarin. That’s when it pushes out—the little, furry snout of a puppy, licking his hand and whimpering. 

It's like your systems just crashed.

“You have a dog in your bag?”

Laughing briefly, he turns to you again. Cosy inside of the leather is a tiny Beagle, looking at you with bright eyes. You can't help but think it's ridiculously adorable.

“Well, not at all times. I found her wandering around here, but one of her ears was bleeding and she’s limping”, his voice lowers to a whisper, watching her with concern. “One of my boys is a vet student. I thought maybe we could help her.”

Choosing not to question it, you simply nod. The bleeding ear would explain why she stayed here even with the noise. Her hearing must be quite damaged.

“And I’m assuming the medicine or whatever you needed is also in there?”

He's serious once again, reminded of the primary reason for his trip.

“Yes, I placed it in separate pockets and smaller bags. We are good to go.”

A breeze swiftly races inside the barely lit building. It’s a warning of how fast the twilight is coming, and he takes it. His quick steps sound first, light on the ground, and he checks to see if you are coming. Understanding of his rush, you jog along.

“I didn’t forget about your hand, by the way. I know a safe spot close to here where we can stop for me to treat it.”

Staring at his broad shoulders, your breathing hitches as the throbbing in your fingers come back. Treatment would be useful before you have to amputate it, but...

“Do you know how to do that? Not to doubt your capacities or anything, but I can just clean it with some water later.”

Running to come up to his side, he playfully eyes you. He is moving so naturally along the streets you imagine he must know this route well.

“I am a med student. Uh, was, I guess.”

His striking traits are highlighted by the blue hour, hues of periwinkle ghosting over his nose, forehead, cheekbones and lips. He chuckles airily, and you are conscious of how surprised you must look.

“A med student. That’s pretty helpful, huh? I’m sure you care very well for your friends."

From the corner of your eye, you see pink spread over his face. He glances up to the sky, lost in his own head.

“I try to. Our youngest has just turned 20. I can’t imagine what it must be like to go through this at that age.”

You hum.

“I know how you feel. I’m watching over an 18-year-old”, sighing, you think back to the freshman dance student at the settlement. You pray he doesn't feel your absence so strongly, familiar to his tendency to cry.

Comfort sparks in the way your companion bumps his shoulders into yours, drawing you out of foggy thoughts. When your heart suddenly tries to break free from your ribcage, you swallow dry. Could I not find a worse moment to develop a crush?

Beating yourself over your feelings, you travel silently, sometimes admiring the starry skies. It feels nice to be like this, almost… at peace. Funny how you can feel that way around someone you barely know while touring a town full of bloodthirsty beasts.

“Ah”, he breaks the silence awkwardly. “I still don’t know your name.”

You wince at that, realizing you were forgetting about it. It's like I've known him for ages.

“Sorry. I’m Y/N”, your voice is soft, rivalling the autumn winds.

“Y/N... That’s a beautiful name”, he compliments, eyes finding yours. “You can call me Kun.”

You say his name out loud, testing it, and giggle. It feels nice in your lips.

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The trip to the first hiding spot was fast, just a matter of minutes cruising under the starlight. The place is a dainty, small wooden cabin, right at the foot of the mountains that surround the city. All around you are bushes and fireflies, that blink over stray pieces of cars. How they got to here, in the forest, is a mystery to you, but then again, a lot of things do not make sense anymore. It's simpler to overlook it and get inside, plopping down on a rusty chair as Kun grabs a flashlight from a corner.

His hands work quickly, and with confidence, like medicine is in his blood. It's impressive, but, most of all, painless. His touch is even gentler than Tyong’s and feels warm against your cool skin. A tiny smile plays on your lips the entire time, watching him and the sleeping puppy discreetly.

After that, your wounded hand is snug against the white bandages and the sting lessened. You feel like you could go on for miles, but Kun only laughs and tells you to calm down. No way you two are running uphill to his house.

“Wait, you mean you guys live… up there?”, you point, and he follows your finger, contemplating the towering trees of the forest nonchalantly.

Seeing your dubious expression makes his heart crack a little. He understands how intimidating it is: the dark, unknown forest. Who could guess what lurks between the twigs, spying on the few, brave souls that dare cross their territory?

“I know hiding from zombies in the woods sounds a bit weird, but I promise it’s safe. They have a hard time traversing the trees because they’re so closely set. Also”, he studies the grass beneath his feet, feeling a mix of shame and hesitance himself. “We might have planted a few landmines around the perimeter.”

The sound you make then is something between a wheeze and a gasp.

“How did you…?”

“I preferred to not question when Yukhei showed up with them”, he breathes, sounding like a tired father. “There’s a protected path we’ll follow, though!” He makes a face at how he saved the most important detail for last. I have no idea what is wrong with me today.

But, Kun thinks, secretly relishing on the way you shine under the moon, if you’re scared, I’ll hold your hand.

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The journey to his house is more serene than you guessed. There are no walkers you perceive. It's almost like this place is completely cut off from the world, far away from real danger. Although maybe that is just Kun's effect on you. You have not failed to notice how tranquillity seems to flow out of him in waves, wordlessly comforting your wild heart. It's nothing like you have ever felt.

I met him two hours ago.

Once again shaking off your feelings, you try to focus on the other things that surround you. The crickets, the faint crunch of the grass and fallen leaves, an owl, how smooth his skin could feel under your fingertips...

Oh my god, you cringe.

As you steady yourself against the trunk of an oak, your shoulders finally loosen. Not too far ahead, you can see something that resembles a ski cabin, surrounded by barbed wire, and with orange light pouring from the windows. The path you walk on is surrounded by sharp wooden stakes from both sides, but the place still feels homier than the campus. 

You don't notice your grin until he smiles back, taking your hand in his and continuing the walk. You remain quiet until the ground changes from grass, pebbles and mud to beaten earth, and you stand right outside the fence. It's far taller than you, with the metal glittering intimidatingly. If the landmines had not made you feel safe, this definitely has. 

Kun, still grasping your hand delicately, surrounds the house with an attentive look. He searches for something and stops a few meters from where you were. It’s always simple to find—the crossing point—and he spins to face you.

“If you don’t mind holding the bag, I can cross over first and then help you. Is that okay?”, he asks, looking for approval in your eyes.

Warmth takes over your heart at his caring nature, knowing he could have just gotten in and expected you to not hurt yourself.

“Yeah, that’s fine.” 

With no other words, you reach for the bag, and hug it against your chest, observing the sleeping dog in your arms. While you are distracted, Kun steps on the lower row of wire and carefully places his hands on the upper one, creating a space he can shimmy through. 

He pays close attention to where the barbs were, but does it calmly, and gets to the other side with a small sigh. He then gestures to the bag, stepping on the wire once again, and passing it over with even more care than he had for himself. 

The moment he takes the bag from you, you feel your fingers brushing. While you both pretend not to notice, the heat rushing to your cheeks speaks for itself. Neither one of you mention it.

Then, it's time for you to get in. You can admit you are a bit apprehensive. Kun’s frame is sturdier than yours, in general, and he was just fine, but the idea of sneaking through sharp thorns is not exactly exciting.

Kun seems to know what you feel, and gives you a sweet smile, hoping to calm your nerves. He places the bag on the ground gently, trying to keep the puppy asleep. The process, then, starts over. 

One foot over the first wire, a hand on the upper one and the other stretched out for you to grab. The wind picks up abruptly, and you can't tell if you shiver from it or from the grip of his fingers on yours.

“No need to hurry”, Kun whispers, eyes trained on where your body is concerning the barbs. He, time or another, tells you to bend a little lower or higher, and pulls more at the cable. To your relief, though, all is well. After a minute of wiggling, you touch the other side of the fence and allow yourself to rest. 

“You did good”, he praises, patting your hair kindly. You sort of feel like a kid, but maybe not in an unpleasant way. 

Tardily letting the tiredness from the day catch up to you, your brain slows down, and your limbs ache. You had not noticed Kun was already up on his feet with the bag until a hand shows up before your eyes, a silent offer. You take it without a second thought, letting him pull you up. 

From then on, your mind gave up on processing a lot of what you did. You were nearly sure you went up a row of stairs to a wooden deck, the floor squeaking under your boots. Your new friend still holds your hand securely, which you are thankful for when you trip on a loose board. His eyes examine you for a second, making sure you're alright before he turns to the door.

It is also made of wood but painted red and unyielding. Letting go of your fingers, he knocks 3 times, waits a couple seconds, and then 4 others. The house, so far still, erupts into hushed cheers and shouts. Kun can only shake his head, holding in a smile, and look up when the door flies open, candlelight spilling out. The slim figure that appears nearly throws himself in Kun’s arms, but freezes when he sees you and the bag.

“Y/N?!”

“Hendery?!”

“...You two know each other?”

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final notes: don’t question the way the virus works. just don’t, ok

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