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Hey y'all I got a sort of prologue for the cocoon au! It doesn't have a name yet, but I wanted to show this to y'all anyway. Hope y'all like it, if you feel like I should add or take away something let me know! When I get it done, I'll be posting the Prologue and (hopefully) the first 2 chapters on AO3. By the way, the prologue is short, but usually my chapters are about 1200+ words. Hopefully y'all enjoy this angsty introduction though. :)

Original Au Idea by @raefever ! Go check them out! I got permission to do a fic on this :)

Written by: Me, your truly!

Warnings: None!

Type of Chapter: Angst, Sadness, Hurt/No Comfort, Pain, Grief

Words: 638

Cocoon Au

The Prolouge: Casita Falls.

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Cracks shot through Casita. On the ceiling, through the floor, the walls. Everywhere.

Everyone was shocked, but soon frantically were trying to leave. Mirabel, went for the candle. A dresser was about to hit a very scared and confused Antonio, but luckily, Felíx barely caught him.

"We gotta get out here!" He yelled.

Isabela and Camilo shot after Mirabel, only for their powers to fizzle out. They fell to the ground. As Mirabel was about to grab the candle, she looked to see her tío Bruno in the grass by the trees.

"Good, he's out." She thought.

She grabbed the candle.

Dolores shoved Alma out of the way of falling debris, Casita rippling its tiles to push the matriarch out the collapsing threshold of the front door, Dolores left behind.

Julieta and Agustín were screaming for Mirabel to leave the candle, to get out. Casita rolled the floor, making them fly out the door after failed attempts to get back in and grab their children.

Pepa was already out, but called for Dolores and Camilo.

"Camilo? Dolores? Come out, hurry!" She screamed, cloud no longer above her as the magic faded out.

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178 notes - Posted February 19, 2022

Papa Antonio AU

Swap!AU where it's Antonio who has to look after Mirabel.

Like he got his gift and stuff and the engagement is ruined, with Dolores getting with Mariano, but Casita doesn't fall, Bruno stays in the walls and Mirabel is just pushed aside after that. Antonio still hangs out with her and stuff, but Abuela pushes him away from her more and more. The family is wayyyyyy more neglectful and kind of just...forgets she exists. Except for Antonio, he's far too attached to her. Then Mirabel just randomly disappears (much to a now what, 9? 10? yr old Antonio's dismay,), and her portrait on the tree and mural disappear.

Antonio mopes and sobs for a month straight. Then, on Mirabel's birthday, there's just some baby, a newborn laying in his hammock in his room. The baby is Mirabel. He keeps her a secret (he's surprisingly very good at keeping secrets, even from Dolores) and she basically lives in his room til her 1st birthday. On her first birthday, Mariano points to the family tree, where a baby is directly connected to Antonio. Did I mention that during the time he's caring for her before her 1st, he regularly visits Bruno in the walls to ask for help? No? Oh, well, good Tio Bruno (since he had previous child care expeirence).

I still love Mirabel but I also love angst.

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199 notes - Posted April 10, 2022

Isabela, Dolores and Mirabel run into the dining room where the adults were waiting to start lunch.

“Mama! Guess what!” Mirabel said, bouncing in her spot by the doorway, Dolores and Isabela doing the same.

“What is it niña?” Julieta smiled, setting the last plate down.

“We brought our new friend! He’s here!” Mirabel beamed, pointing to the supposed friend that was currently out of the room.

“Oh, did you?” Julieta said, sitting down.

“Oh, you mean that kid you’ve been hanging out with?” Fèlix said, shifting to get a better look at the door.

“Papá! We already told you, he’s a big kid! Like hermano mayor Mariano and you!” Dolores huffed.

“Sure he is,” Fèlix chuckled, rolling his eyes.

As the 3 children in the dining room continued to try and prove he was an adult, the adults could hear Luisa, Camilo and Antonio laughing and squealing, the sounds becoming louder as they got closer to the dining room. They were obviously talking to someone, who they had assumed was their “friend.”

“By the way, what is his name?” Alma said, smiling down at her nietas.

Isabela smiled back, slowing her bouncing slightly. “He said his name is Mr. Pedro! He even has the same last name as us! He looks a lot like Abuelo, but older…so we call him Abuelo!” At the mention of that name, the room froze, save for the 3 little girls giggling. Pepa had a cloud forming, but the girls seemed oblivious to it.

“Isabela what are you—“ Pepa was cut off when Isabela, Mirabel and Dolores ran out of the room, seemingly towards a person.

“Abuelo!” The 3 of them shouted.

The six children had all made it into the room. And as they said, they had their special friend with them, both Luisa and Antonio holding his hand. A tall man who bared a striking resemblance to the man in the large painting by the stairs. He was obviously aged, more than likely just a few years older then Alma. He had white to black hair, and his goatee had streaks of grey in it. He wore all white, save for the ascot and waist scarf, which were a mix of red and maroon. His eyes wrinkled in joy as he gave a warm smile, one that Alma knew far too well.

Camilo smiled brightly as he waved at his family. Gesturing to the elder man next to his prima, he said 3 simple words that seemed to take the breath out of the room.

“We found Abuelo!” Camilo grinned.

Just an idea for the cocoon AU where Casita/the miracle brings back Pedro and the children find him when they were exploring (set before their ceremony).

All of the adults after Pedro walks in:

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201 notes - Posted March 25, 2022

Mama Mirabel au things

Antonio drew this for Mirabel on mothers day. Mirabel loved it, and cherished it, but had to get him to make one for Pepa, much to his disdain. At the time he didn't really comprehend that Pepa was his bio mom, and Mirabel didn't want her tía to be upset with her.

270 notes - Posted February 18, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Mama Mirabel with a twist

By: Me, @ismaet and @alternaterey

Mama!Mirabel, but instead of just Antonio, it's like all of the village kids 10 and under. All of the townsfolk find it normal for her to have like 10 kids following her around like ducklings. She brings them to Casita, plays games, teaches and sings to them, repairs their clothes and embroiders for them, etc. They call her 'Mamabel'. When her family starts to notice and ask around, the people are just like:

"Oh Mirabel? She's always kinda been like a second mother to the kids, it's cute right?"

And the family starts to notice just how close she is with them, to the point where they wonder if they've just not paid enough attention to realize something as big as that.

Mirabel is called: Mamabel, Mama, Mira, Mirabel

Casita is called: Abuelista, Abuelita, Cassie, Casita

She has about 30 kids that collectively join her over the years, all 10 and under.

Mamabel AU starts when Antonio is born.

!A little bit of an angst alert!

Mirabel is "assigned" to care for Antonio. Pepa and Felix are more like parents of convenience. Julieta is busy and Agustin is too. Abuela doesn't seem to notice a difference, still giving a lot of credit to Pepa and Felix. Mirabel ignores the pained feeling in her heart. She often wonders if her family really cares. But deep down, she knows they don't. Mirabel goes out to town often with Antonio, and an adult is eventually like:

"Can you hold Diego for a moment?"

And Mirabel just holds him while Antonio is shifted to her back. Diego is only ever actually given back to the mother when Mirabel has to go home at the end of the day. Now? She's kind of like the town babysitter (she's not complaining!) And it snowballs from there. The townsfolk still love her though, and give her tips and tricks when they see she's struggling. At about 11, she accumulated about 10 kids and this is about when they started calling her "Mamabel". (She doesn't correct them, the townsfolk even called her that in an adoring manner at times.)

The town built Mirabel her own special little house for her and the children on her 12th birthday, so they can have mass sleepovers. It's like a small house that sits between the town and Casita, a bit towards the back. None of the Madrigal's know it's there because the town kept it a secret. They knew that Abuela would somehow try and pull some "We should turn it into a store!" crap. (Mirabel cried like a baby that day.)

When the Madrigals DO find it, they're surprised. In the scenario that Mirabel goes into a coma after Casita falls, the older kids bring her to the little house (with the other Madrigal's behind them), and settle her into the bed (which is bigger than her small twin sized one in the nursery, which does NOT go unnoticed).

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575 notes - Posted March 27, 2022

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Kimi Hamuti (1/?)

co-written by @paapakawalk !!

Fandom: Moana

Category: Gen

Word Count: 4,433

Chapter: 1/?

Summary: Kimi Hamuti- it means "to make amends" in Te Reo Māori.

Set in an AU where Te Kā refuses to take her heart back, she sends Maui out to reconcile with every being he has ever wronged in his immortal lifetime. To make sure he actually complies with what she says, Te Kā places a curse on Moana. Until Maui has reconciled with *everyone* he's ever wronged, Moana will suffer and feel all of the collective pain of those he needs to make amends with. To try and talk Te Kā into letting Moana stay home, he suggests to bring someone who despsises him, and metions Tamatoa by name only as a joking suggestion.

But due to a very poor miscommunication error on Maui's part, Te Ka caves in *immediately*, and instead of letting Maui get his way and sending Moana home, Te Kā instead insists that he must now travel with both Moana *and* Tamatoa, trapping them in a situation where *none* of them can be happy.

An impulsive decision, a blinding flash of light… and just like that, his hook is gone.

The kickback is enough to send him careening towards a small rock jutting out of the sea, and when he looks towards his hook it’s nothing more than a hilt and a pile of ash. Sharp pain shoots across his chest as he stares at his prized possession, his gift from Tangaroa; but he shakes it off. As long as the attack was enough to buy Moana enough time to find the spiral, then, well, his hook really isn’t his biggest concern at the moment.

But apparently he underestimated the power his cracked hook had, because when Te Kā stands back up a few seconds later, she’s grimacing and gripping tightly at her chest – where his hook had apparently chipped away at multiple layers of hardened lava.

Māui curses silently to himself, and slowly pushes himself back up to his feet to challenge Te Kā again. It’s not like he has any chance without his hook, but if he can buy Moana even one minute of extra time so she can restore the Heart to Te Fiti, then Te Kā won’t exactly be a problem anymore.

Besides, he’s the one Te Kā’s after, right? He’s the one Te Kā tried to fight for the Heart when he stole it a thousand years ago, wasn’t he? It’s not like Te Kā would have any reason to show interest in Moana at any point other than when she was on the same boat as him, and all Moana’s doing is trying to restore the Heart. Māui’s not sure Te Kā is even aware that Moana’s the one who has the Heart at all.

But when Māui chances a glance up at Te Kā as he’s standing to his feet, he suddenly realizes that he couldn’t be further from the truth if he tried. Instead of focusing all of her rage on him, or using his broken hook as an opportunity to smite him on the spot, Te Kā is instead directing ounce of her attention onto Moana.

So he picks up the broken hilt of his hook and slams it back down onto the rock, just for extra effect, and calls out to Te Kā. She freezes instantly at the sound of his voice, and contorts herself to face him so quickly that she accidentally sends some of her lava falling into the water below.

As soon as he’s sure he’s got her undivided attention, Māui immediately drops into a haka, challenging Te Kā to pay attention only to him, to attack him, to smite him, because better him than Moana. He’d rather die a thousand fiery deaths at the hands of Te Kā than watch Moana suffer underneath her wrath – because, after all, it’s his fault they’re here, his fault things got this far out of hand–

But before Te Kā can swing her hand down to scorch him alive, he sees a tiny flash of bright green out of the corner of his eye. Evidently Te Kā has seen it too, because she screeches to a halt, the ball of fire in her palm disintegrating into the water with a weak splash. Gone in an instant is her attention on him, and when Māui turns to see what Te Kā’s looking at he spots Moana standing on the very peak of Te Fiti’s blackened shore. She’s holding the Heart up in the air, and there’s enough bright light flashing from it to be spotted from the barrier islands.

At first Māui thinks she only did that to stop Te Kā from killing him, and that she’ll go right back to the spiral to put the Heart back, but instead of turning around Moana begins to walk back down the shore towards the ocean. Crazy little mortal, he thinks, beginning to grow alarmed. What is she plotting?

“Moana!” he shouts in an attempt to catch her attention, but she doesn’t seem to hear a single word he’s saying. Instead, she pauses right where the ocean splashes against the shore. One word to the ocean has it splitting itself in half before her, giving Moana a direct path to the barrier island Te Kā seems to be trapped on.

The moment Te Kā watches the ocean part in two, she roars, and slams herself down onto the now-dry ground, tearing up the very earth itself as she claws her way towards Moana. Māui’s about to grab his hook and turn into a hawk just so he can keep watch and make sure Te Kā isn’t going to burn Moana to a crisp – but stops and curses to himself when he remembers that his hook isn’t exactly functional.

Distantly, if he listens closely enough, Māui thinks he can hear the sound of Moana singing. And if he didn’t know any better, if this were a far, far less dangerous situation than the one she’s willingly putting herself in, Māui could swear she was singing a lullaby, because he’s not sure he’s ever heard anyone use such a soft and gentle voice for anything other than for putting their feisty child to bed at night.

Huh. He never actually considered that lulling Te Kā into submission would actually work, but if there’s anyone out there who could manage, it’d be Moana.

So when Te Kā comes to a halt in front of the tall rock Moana planted herself on, but doesn’t use the close distance to kill her and get it over with, it comes to no surprise to Māui.

What happens after she stops, however, that’s the part that shocks Māui.

Instead of bowing her head to Moana to speak to her, or even dissipating the lava boiling inside her to allow Moana to step closer to her so she can speak, Te Kā instead throws her head back and begins roaring in laughter. Raw, genuinely amused laughter.

Māui’s not sure why this rubs him just the wrong way, but it does.

And he’s not sure why Te Ka’s ominous laughter has him leaping off the rock he was standing on, or why it has him sprinting towards where Te Kā and Moana are standing, but he does.

It’s probably not a great idea, Māui realizes, sprinting right towards the lava demon who tried to kill him at least twice, but he does, and the closer he gets to them the more of their apparent conversation he can begin to make out.

“…You really think that’s all it’s going to take? Some puny meatbag simply handing the Heart back, telling me she forgives me for the way I’ve been behaving for the past thousand years?”

A pause, as Moana, taken aback by the lava demon’s words, collects herself.

“But…” she starts. “But you’re only behaving this way because your Heart was stolen! I know who you really are, Te Kā, and this isn’t the real you!”

Another deep, grating laugh bubbles out of Te Kā. “Maybe a thousand years ago, child. I know who I truly am. I’m Te Fiti, Giver of Life, and Goddess of all things green and beautiful. You know, the whole works,” she spits out mockingly. “Or, well, that’s what I used to be. Now I’m Te Kā, Goddess of Fire and Lava – and bringer of death to all things green and beautiful,” she hisses, clearly amused by her own joke. “And know something else, meatbag? I don’t want the Heart anymore. It’s useless to me, and you’ve got good ol’ Tangaroa to thank for that. Instead of simply bringing my heart back to me myself – and don’t you dare try to argue that the ocean wasn’t capable, because I just saw it part for you – he decided to wait to find some special Chosen One to bring it back for me. And not just any Chosen One, oh no. Apparently Tangaroa thought it’d be a great idea to send a child to come to my rescue.”

Moana opens her mouth, but is cut off by Te Kā’s scoff. “And you want to know what else? What’s so great about some Chosen One coming to look for me instead of, oh, I don’t know, my own father bringing it back to me instead?” she pauses for a second, but doesn’t give Moana time to respond. “You’re only here because you have to be. Oh, I can imagine the real reason you’re here. Let me guess. Home island crumbling to pieces? People are dying because there’s no food left?” she pauses, and grins viciously when Moana takes an awkward half-step backwards.

“I–” Moana begins, but wavers and falls silent.

“Bingo. You don’t care about me. You never did. Nobody on this gods-forsaken planet has ever cared about me. So you know what? No, I’m not taking the Heart back. You know why? Because none of it was my fault to begin with. This isn’t my problem to fix, or to care about. I’m going to keep letting this darkness spread until it wipes out every island in the Pacific. And when everyone needs somebody to blame, somebody to get really angry at for what happened to their homes… you know where they’re going to turn?”

Te Kā pivots, and before Māui’s even aware of the situation she’s facing directly towards him. “You,” she spits. “You’re the one who stole the Heart in the first place, so you’re the one who should be responsible for the consequences of your actions. And don’t even bother trying to smooth-talk your way out of this one, because who’s going to believe whatever story you come up with, anyway? Moana? It’s not like she’ll want to see you after this whole ordeal is over… especially once her island is wiped off the face of the earth.”

A wicked grin spreads across Te Kā’s face. “As a matter of fact, maybe I should kill her, just to make it harder for you to find someone who will support you after this mess is over with.”

She pivots back around to face Moana – but before she even raises her arm, Te Kā freezes as another idea hits her.

“No, you know what? I’ve got a better idea. I’ll take the Heart back; I’ll restore life to your islands, but only under one condition.”

“Anything,” Moana says, desperation writ large in her voice.

Te Kā grins, and it’s the most terrifying thing Māui has ever seen. “You sail home, you let me kill Māui, and you let his stories go out with him. What do you say, Chosen One?”

There’s a pause, and past the smoke and bright molten lava of Te Kā’s form, Māui can see Moana taking a step forward towards Te Kā. For the briefest, briefest of seconds, Māui’s considering asking Moana what she’s doing, but before he can even open his mouth Moana leaps forward off the rock to stand in front of him, arms spread out in a protective gesture.

“No,” Moana grits out without hesitation, with just as much hardness in her tone as Te Kā’s. “I would never. I know he can be pretty selfish and pig-headed sometimes, but he doesn’t deserve this. If it weren’t for him, I never would’ve made it across the sea. He’s the one who taught me to sail.”

Moana shakes her head, but she refuses to drop her protective gesture from around Māui. “If it weren’t for him, I wouldn’t be alive right now. He sacrificed his hook for my life, Te Kā. His hook. If that doesn’t mean a thing to you, if you still think that he’s not capable of changing for the better after witnessing that, I don’t know what would.” Moana pauses in her little speech, and it’s only in this short pause that Māui realizes that Moana’s panting. But she either doesn’t realize she’s doing it, or she doesn’t care, because she continues on anyway.

“Māui doesn’t deserve to die for his wrongdoings. He’s capable of change. He’s good on the inside, Te Kā. I know he is. I’ve seen it myself. There has to be some other way. There has to be a way for him to redeem himself. Because as much as I’d love to restore my island, and all of those other islands out there…” she pauses, and glances down at the Heart of Te Fiti still pulsing in her hand. “I could never live with myself knowing that I just handed Māui over to get killed like that. There has to be some other way. Please,” she says, balling her hands up into fists. “Please.”

Te Kā eyes Moana, the way she’s shielding Māui from her, the way she’s protecting him, and snorts, a thin jet of smoke issuing from her mouth.

“You really think that mini-god is worth protecting? Do you really think that he, a trickster, is capable of changing for the better? Your precious island isn’t the only one affected by the curse. I’m surprised to see you still standing at all, as a matter of fact, seeing as most of the islands the curse has reached are simply piles of ash scattered around the Pacific. He caused all of this, Moana, and he’s done nothing to stop it. He just sat around, watching everything crumble around him, because he doesn’t care. Even now! Was Māui the one who tried to give my heart back? Was he the one who apologized for all of my hurt and suffering over the last millennium? No! He just sat back and expected a human, of all things, to do it for him! You can’t defend him for his wrong-doings. You can’t just tell him that everything’s going to be okay because he’s a good person. He’s been doing this for millennia. Far, far before you were even conceived. He screws up, angers a god or two, and then never faces the consequences for it. He comes up with some pathetic excuse to make up for it, and he always ends up getting away with it – just because he meant well, or just because the Gods are still soft on him and remember the times when he was still an unwanted, unloved little runt. So Has it ever gotten through to that massive head of his that maybe he should just leave things be? No. He just shrugs it off, waits a century or two, and then screws up again. And where does that leave you meatbags? Humanity has been forced to bear the consequences that aren’t even yours. This is no different. You restore my heart, he gets off scot-free, and in few centuries he’s going to make the same exact mistake all over again.”

Te Kā pauses to glance at the duo, and doesn’t miss at all the way Moana refuses to stand down, or the way that she shifts to block Te Kā’s path to Māui whenever the lava demon so as much tilts her head. A new idea comes to Te Kā at the sight, and Te Kā finds herself fighting back a malicious grin. Oh, this will be so much better than simply ending Māui’s life right away. “You don’t want me to kill him? You insist he is capable of good? Fine. I’ll humor you. I won’t kill him. But, to assure this kind of thing will not happen again, he is to journey across the sea and right every wrong he has ever committed. Every god he’s ever angered, every being he’s ever wronged, he must reconcile with every single one of them. Then, and only then, will I forgive him – only then will I accept my heart back.” This time Te Kā actually does smile.

“And to assure he actually leaves, you, Moana, are to accompany him. Because this will likely take centuries, I will bestow upon you a gift. You will no longer age, nor fall ill. You will never die. However, until Māui finishes what he sets out to do, you will suffer immensely. You will feel the pain of everyone he has ever wronged, including me, and this curse will not be lifted until he has reconciled with them all. Do we have a deal?” Te Kā asks.

Before Moana can even open her mouth to say another word, Māui shoves her arm out of the way and turns to stand in front of her, lifting his arms up in the protective gesture she had been using on him. “Are you insane?” he grits out. “I’m not dragging Moana into this! Even if she does become immortal, even if she wouldn’t technically be able to die, do you know how many people out there want me dead? Do you have any clue how many people I’ve gotten in trouble with? Forcing Moana to feel all of their collective pain for all eternity? That alone could kill her, and that’s not even including what could happen when we actually encounter these guys!”

Māui shakes his head at himself, angrily, and takes a deep breath. This is the last thing he needs right now, to anger Te Kā even further, and if he keeps this up, keeps attacking her when she’s vulnerable, then, well, for all he knows, she could put Moana through something worse, just to spite him. She could force Moana to feel all of their collective hatred towards him. She could place a permanent curse on Motunui that would remain even after all of the other islands are freed.

She could kill Moana right here, right now, without so much as the blink of an eye.

Māui sighs.

“Look, I get it! I really do! You’re angry at me, a lot of people out there are angry at me, and you want me to fix my mistakes. Done! I’ll leave right now. I’ll even come back to check in and see how you’re doing every few centuries, if you’d like. But please, Te Kā, leave Moana out of this. What has she ever done to you? Tried to help you? Offered to give your heart back to you? She doesn’t deserve any of this.”

There’s a short pause, and Māui almost thinks that Te Kā’s considering his point, but she just shakes her head and cracks a grin horrifying enough to drain the color from Māui’s face.

“That, mini-god, is exactly why she does deserve it. It’s not about what she’s done for me. It’s about what she’s done for you. You’re attached to her. She’s somebody you like, no? The reason poor Moana has to go through all of this is so I can be sure you actually leave. Besides…” she draws out the word in a way that makes Māui shudder, “you’re too late, little one. The curse has already been placed. It’ll take effect soon enough. She will suffer, no matter what you do. And the only way to end her suffering is to accomplish exactly what I’ve asked of you.”

Te Kā stops, and pivots, like she’s planning to return to her barrier island.

“Wait!” Māui shouts suddenly as an idea comes to him, and Te Kā stops. “Wouldn’t that be a little, I dunno, boring for you?”

Te Kā blinks. “Excuse me?”

“Me, sailing around with Moana,” Māui explains. “She’s the only friend I’ve got. Possibly the only person in the entire Pacific who can stand to be around me. Curse or no, don’t you think it’s possible that I could end up enjoying myself, at one point or another?”

He’d never end up having a good time, truthfully, if he ended up stuck on a boat with Moana if she was going to end up miserable and in pain the entire time. But if he could just think of something, someone else to come with him instead of Moana – if he could figure out how to get Te Kā to lift the curse so that Moana gets to home and be safe and sound for the rest of her life… Then, well, being stuck on a boat for the next millennia with anyone would be enjoyable by comparison.

And he means anyone.

Te Kā looks like she’s listening, so Māui clears his throat. “Why not send me off with someone who can’t stand me? Wouldn’t that be more fun to watch? Me, stuck on a boat with somebody who hates my guts?” Māui grins, trying as hard as he can to hide the true reason behind his suggestion. “I could probably list a good number off the top of my head. A lone survivor on a dead island? The spirit of some monster I killed a few centuries ago? Tamatoa, even! Why send me off with my best and only friend? Wouldn’t that be a little, I don’t know, vanilla of you?”

A long pause, and this time Te Kā actually looks like she’s seriously considering his words. Finally, she hisses in annoyance. “As much as it pains me to admit this, you do make a good point. Tamatoa, eh? I remember hearing of the falling out between you and that tiny creeping crustacean spawn. The legends say you two can’t stand each other to this very day! Now that sounds like something I’d just love to see play out.”

Māui’s about to sigh in relief, and he’s about to drop his protective gesture from around Moana, he really is, but then Te Kā speaks again.

“They will both accompany you. Your pathetic human pet, if you will, as well as Tamatoa.” A pause. “But, seeing as he has grown to a size far too massive to fit on a human canoe, I shall put a curse on him, too. For the entire duration of the trip, Tamatoa will be trapped in the body of a man. Once the mission is complete, he will return to his normal form and size and will once more return to his place in Lalotai. But if you refuse, mini-god…” She glares at him. “I will kill both you and Moana on the spot. What do you say, demigod? Do we have a deal?”

Silence.

If he doesn’t leave, he dies, and Moana dies… Besides the fact that she’s his best friend, well… knowing how wonderfully accurate human legends about him are, there’s a chance word will spread that it was all his fault. Knowing Te Kā, she’ll probably be the one to spread the story herself. The story of how the once great demigod Māui tried to sacrifice a human girl’s life to restore the Heart of Te Fiti, but still failed anyway, getting himself killed in the process. He’d be a laughingstock. Everyone over on Motunui would hate him, and it wouldn’t be long before his more heroic stories would be lost to the sea forever.

On the other hand, he leaves, and forces Moana to stick around in agony for the next thousand or so years. He’s going to be sailing around quite possibly for the rest of his immortal life trying to fix the wrongs he already sought forgiveness for centuries ago. He’s going to be stuck on a boat with Tamatoa, of all people, and he wouldn’t even be able to defend himself if the crab tried to pull something funny, because his hook has been–

Wait. His hook.

“What about my hook?” Māui asks, not quite daring to look Te Kā in the eyes. Eyes? Lava cavities? Whatever.

“What about your hook?” Te Kā spits back. “It’s gone. I destroyed it.”

“Exactly!” Māui argues back immediately. “It’s gone. I don’t have it anymore. And seeing as that I used my hook for most of the problems I’ve caused with the Gods, wouldn’t it make sense that I would need it to reconcile with them as well? All of my shapeshifting powers came from that hook, Te Kā. Everyone knows this. So if I don’t have my hook, how do you expect me to set out at all?”

Te Kā groans. “Ooh, I hate admitting that you’re right. It just gives me this sick, burning feeling in my stomach. You know a different kind of burning than the one I feel every second of every day. Wait here.” Reaching a hand down, she pulls a chunk of volcanic rock from her barrier island and beats it against the palm of her hand, until it forms into a club like the ones Māui remembers from the southern islands: a patu ōnewa. She brings it back over to the duo and holds it up.

Well, it’s no hook, but Māui would be lying to himself if he said this wasn’t just about the coolest thing he’s ever seen. Barely suppressing an excited squeal, he reaches out for it – but just before he can take it, Te Kā yanks it away from him.

“I will give this to you only if you agree to go and do this for me. And as much as I hate you, and as hilarious as it would be to watch you failing to heft this thing, I’ll explain how this works.”

“Your shape-shifting powers will, unfortunately, function just as well with this weapon as they did with your hook. For you see, it does not matter what weapon you wield, demigod, so as long as you’re able to transfer some of your magic into it.” She grins at Māui’s flabbergasted expression. “Your hook doesn’t seem that special after all, now, does it? You could’ve gotten those shape-shifting powers from any object, as long as you knew how to wield it correctly. But seeing as this is a simple club, I doubt that even you could screw this thing up.” She holds out the weapon to Māui again. “So, which is it, demigod? Will you take this weapon and right what is wrong, or will you refuse, and be killed alongside your little friend here?”

Māui closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. Because as much as he can’t stomach the thought of what’ll happen when Moana’s curse takes effect, and as much as he really can’t stand Tamatoa…

Nothing would be worth the risk of sacrificing Moana’s life. Especially not something that wasn’t her fault to begin with.

“Deal,” he mutters, and reaches forward to take the patu ōnewa from Te Kā’s stretched out palm.

“Good,” Te Kā responds, and flicks her wrist out towards the ocean. “Now go. Your first stop will be Lalotai, to go pick up Tamatoa. His curse should kick in right about… now. Good luck, little ones…” She winks. “Or not. I really couldn’t care less.”

#moana #moana viewing party #paper scraps #here's the prolouge! written by yours truly #I'm super excited to see how this goes down you guys you have no idea #editing split between paapaka and myself

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cantripcattrip · 3 years

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To See the Bright Side of the Dark Side - Prolouge

As usual she wasn't the only one down at the breakfast table. Princess Cologne, or just Cologne since they're family, sat on the high chair across from her. Cologne was spilling gossips she heard at her job to Akari while she sipped on hot chocolate.

" ... and the best part was the old man gambled for it."

Scribbling down the last notes, Akari stretches her hands and leaned back on her chair. Nothing beat a good scoop in the morning. "Thanks for tip, Cologne. Might have to find more info on the produce but this will make a good story, my greatest one yet."

Taking a paused on her work Akari glances the meal set up in front of the seat beside her. Akari had long finished her and so had Grandma, Cologne didn't need to eat which left.....

"Seriously, is Yuma planning to be late on his first day of class?" Akari sighed, she could not believe her brother sometimes. " He's a middle schooler, shouldn't he figured out how to set an alarm clock by now?"

Cologne scoffed. "Please, Yuma could sleep through an earthquake. An alarm clock is useless. My secret techniques the other hand..."

Cologne giggled and hopped off the chair. Akari watched as the Doll walked up stair toward her brother's room.

Cologne hadn't always been able to move. Once she was just a doll Yuma brought home that her parents had allowed him to keep. Then a few months after both of her parents were gone, Yuma came down stairs and introduced her to a fully sentient Cologne. Akari would have fainted had that been the first time Yuma brought something to live. There was a reason why Grandma banned Yuma from the kitchen and it was not because Yuma was a bad cook. Rather it was because Yuma had accidentally made too many food tap dance for the old lady to handle.

Mom was a Psychic Duelist, the duelist part loosely applied, back before she disappeared. When Akari was a child she had always wished she could have the powers like her mom. To be able to bring duel monster to life, to converse with them. But the years come and go and by the time Yuma was born she had given up the hope of being a Psychic Duelist.

She was ashamed to admitted that she was jealous when Yuma manifested his power, so jealous in fact that she missed the concern looks her parents shared. Her jealousy grew when both of her parents began to spend all of their time on Yuma. Dad tried to explain how dangerous it was to be a Psychic in Heartland City but it wasn't until the first time Yuma lost control of his power that she truly understood.

Akari came running when she heard the scream. She was supposed to be watching Yuma while he duel this kids but Yuma sucked and she got bored of watching her brother fall on his butt so she left to get a drink. A decision she was beginning to regret.

She froze when she saw Yuma.

Her brother was struggling to get a way of some shadowy humanoid creature. Its skin melted and reformed itself over and over as it loomed over her brother. There was something about this creature that made Akari felt nothing but dread.

"Raiden, protect my son."

One of mom's monster dashed forward and with a slice of his dagger the creature crumbled to dust. Her dad grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the park's exit while mom scooped up her brother.

"We have to leave, quickly."

The car ride home was quiet, Akari tried to comprehend what had happen.

"What was that?" She asked. "What kind of Duel Spirit was that?"

Her mom gently wiped away a tears on a sleeping Yuma's face. "I...I don't know, honey."

Dread settled with Akari's stomach as her mother continued. " There are stories about some rather strong Psychic within my family. Those who are strong enough to manifest monster without a card. But I was told that it was merely a legend, I didn't think that...."

"We had our suspicions which was why we were planing to move away from Heartland." He father concluded. "Your brother lost control of his power today. Hopefully we can find away to help him in Neo Domino."

"But isn't there any way for us to get help here?"

Her mother only shook her head. "Heartland is a wonderful city, honey. But it is not kind to Psychic Duelist."

It wasn't, human trafficking and mutilated body. Akari had read and written enough story on Psychic Duelist to know how bad it would end for Yuma if the news of his powers got out. And as much as she wanted to, they couldn't afford to move. Even with Akari's earnings and Cologne's job at the BARian, they couldn't afford the high rates of Neo Domino. The best she could do was banning Yuma from duelling. Speaking of her brother.

"Did you have to use the harmonica?" He brother complained as he walked down the stairs dress in his school uniform.

Cologne,who was clinging to his head, retorted . "Would you prefer me using the crystal?"

Yuma winced. " The harmonica is fine."

"That's what I thought."

Akari smiles and shake her head. Good old Yuma, her dweeb of a brother.

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exhoe-imagines · 7 years

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Fate || Junhui

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Summary: Soulmate!AU - You can only see in black and white until you meet your soulmate. Unfortunately for you, things aren’t always that easy.

Pairing: Wen Junhui x Reader

Word Count: 4,018 (officially the longest one-shot I’ve ever written!!)

Warnings: Angst with a happy ending, mentions of unrequited love

A/N: SO, basically, I wrote the entire ending of Fate and decided that the whole thing worked better as a oneshot rather than a series. I added the entire ‘prolouge’ into this one-shot, and deleted the other post I had up. Sorry for the confusion! I hope you guys like this story, it means a lot to me so PLEASE feel free to leave feedback!! - Admin Ruby

Color.

It was all you’d heard about your entire life. The many shades of blue, green, red, all the colors of the rainbow. You were envious of those who could enjoy such beauty.

Your world was still gray.

It had been since birth, that’s how everyone starts. Not until you met your soulmate would your world bloom into the wonderland of vividness everyone talked about.

Your mother had met her soul mate early in her life, around her late teenage years. It was a romantic story of how her and your father bumped into each other on the first day of high school. She always talked about the way they had looked into each other’s eyes and how everything blossomed from there. She spoke about how her world changed when color appeared around her, leaving her speechless for hours as she took in the sight that was brand new.

They had been together since, enjoying the hues of the world together.

You felt a longing for the same love whenever your mom told the story. You longed for that one person to show up and flip your life upside down. You wanted the unconditional love soulmates felt for each other. Of course, there had been people in the past, people who you felt a real connection to, but the fact that your life was still left in grayscale proved that you weren’t meant to be.

Since then, you hadn’t been actively searching for your soul mate. You were optimistic about the fact that you’d meet someday and it would be magnificent, everything you had ever dreamed of.

For now, you focused on work, which, unfortunately, wasn’t going as planned considering you were currently running late to your shift at the coffee shop you worked at.

Your day had started horrendously to say the least. Your alarm had decided not to wake you up, giving you less time to get ready than usual. Your breakfast burned, leaving you starving, and your only hope was that you could snatch a few muffins from the counter once you got to work.

Luckily, you weren’t worried about your boss being mad. Seungcheol was usually soft to his workers, and you knew he wouldn’t be angry. The only thing you were concerned about was the fact that a trainee was coming into the shop today, and you were tasked with showing him the ropes. It wasn’t the first time you’d trained someone. You had helped out the other workers when they joined as well.

Jeonghan had been the first. He worked at the register, often flirting with all the customers who came in. Wonwoo was next, and he helped you with making the drinks. He’s a fast worker, and you’re constantly relieved to have someone so skilled assist you in the back.

Now you have a new project on your hands. Apparently, his name is Junhui, and he just moved into the area recently. You can’t help but admit that you’re excited to have someone new on the team, and you hope he’ll get along with the rest of you well.

‘He’s not going to like you if you show up late!’ your subconscious reminds you.

You pick up your pace, rushing to the shop. Your phone reads ‘12:00 pm, ’and you curse when you realize you were supposed to be there five minutes ago. Unlocking your phone, you open your conversation with Seungcheol and start typing out a quick apology message. As you go to press ‘send,’ you take a step forward and bump into a boy, causing you to fall back.

The boy quickly moves forward and grabs your hand, pulling you up. The shock his touch sends through your veins doesn’t go unnoticed, and you immediately look up at him.

His dark grey eyes are filled with concern, and you gasp as you make eye contact with him. You’ve never felt anything like it before. A warmth spreads through your body as the world around you blossoms into thousands of colors you have never laid eyes on before. Tears freely fall from your eyes, and you look around in shock, taking in the sight around you. The flowers are thousands of different shades, trees have never looked so bright, and the pale blue of the sky is a color you wouldn’t mind staring at for the rest of your life.

You look back at the man you now know is your soulmate, and take in his shocked expression. You grin, knowing he is in just as much awe as you.

“Can you see it?” you gush, gesturing to the world around you.

The boy searches around before looking back at you with a confused gaze. His eyebrows furrow in question, and you feel the smile drop from your face when he responds.

“See what?”

“W-what?” you stutter out, not believing the words coming out of the boy’s mouth.

“You asked if I saw it, saw what?” The boy looks around incredulously, and you almost scream out in frustration.

“The colors you idiot! We’re soulmates?” You know your words are somewhat harsh, but the fact that he would joke so carelessly about something like this makes you angry.

“S-soulmates? I’m sorry sweetie, it looks like you’ve got the wrong guy.” You’re about to start yelling again when you see the sincerity in his eyes.

He really doesn’t see it.

You stand still, no words coming out of your gaping mouth. The boy sends you a pitiful look before he bows politely and excuses himself, mumbling something about ‘missing work.’ You stand in place for a couple more seconds before your phone rings, bringing you out of the daze you’ve been placed in.

“Y/N! Are you alright? You weren’t answering my texts.” Seungcheol’s voice rings through the phone.

“I-I think I met my soulmate.”

It’s silent for a few seconds before you hear Seungcheol’s joyous laughter and words of congratulations. Tears blur your vision as you realize what happened, and you quickly cut him off.

“N-no! You don’t understand. H-he didn’t see the colors! H-he just left!” You’re choking out the words now, and Seungcheol quickly notices the distraught tone in your voice as he starts calmly asking you where you’re at, and telling you he’s coming to pick you up. You somehow gain the words to tell him the street you’re on, and he promises to be there in just a few minutes. With the phone call ended, you take a few moments to reflect on what just happened.

You met your soulmate.

You saw color, still see it.

But, the mysterious boy didn’t.

You’re all but sobbing on the side of the road by the time Seungcheol arrives. He jumps out of his car and opens the passenger side for you, ushering you in. Once you’re situated, he quickly jogs around to the other door, and within seconds you’re moving as he drives the familiar route to the coffee shop.

“Are you going to tell me what happened?” Seungcheol looks over at you with a worried look, and you can only imagine how wrecked you must look right now.

“I-I met my soulmate,” you mumble. With a nod of his head, Seungcheol urges you to continue. “I was able to see color, and I asked h-him about i-it, and h-he said h-he didn’t see it.” You’re crying again as the words settle in and you register what a mess you’re in.

You attempt to distract yourself by peering out the window, and it works as you watch the bright colors flash by with glossy eyes. A couple of times you peek over at Seungcheol, gasping when you realize you can now see what he truly looks like. ‘Tan skin and dark eyes fit him well,' you think.

The car jolting to a stop pulls you from your staring, and you notice you’re parked in the front of ‘Shining Diamond,' the coffee shop.

Seungcheol looks over at you, a confused look still donning his face. He leans over and rubs your back in a comforting manner before offering to go inside and talk.

“You and I, we can go in, grab some muffins, talk about this, and Wonwoo can handle the trainee, yeah?”

You groan when you remember the fact that you were supposed to train someone today, but the look your boss gives you shows you that you won’t be doing any work for today.

You nod slowly, and Seungcheol gives you a small smile before helping you out of the car and into the shop.

The small bell above the door rings your arrival, and you see Jeonghan raise his head from behind the register to give you a short wave. His pink hair catches you off guard, and you make a mental note to compliment him on it later.

“Hey Y/N, you doing alright?” Jeonghan looks at you and then Seungcheol, a curious look on his face.

“Y/N and I need to talk for a bit, would you and Wonwoo mind handling the trainee?”

“Junhui? He’s already in the back with Wonwoo, you guys go, we’ll be fine.” Jeonghan smiles.

You thank Jeonghan with a sad smile before heading to the back to grab a few muffins, still hungry from missing breakfast. As you walk behind the register, you hear Wonwoo’s normal deep tone and… another familiar voice?

“So basically, you put the coffee in here and then- “ Wonwoo cuts his sentence short when he sees you walk in and you see he’s talking with someone, their back facing towards you.

“Ah Junhui, this is our lovely supervisor, Y/N.”

You’re about to respond with the usual fake smile and a boring statement about yourself when the man turns around, and you realize it’s the same boy you bumped into on the street. Your soulmate.

Junhui looks at you with wide eyes, and you do the same.

“You?” He questions.

You almost want to scoff at the shocked look on his face, but you’re at a loss for words when you realize that the trainee you’ll have to work with is also the boy which fate has destined you with.

How ironic.

“You guys know each other?” Wonwoo cuts in.

You let out a sigh and give one last gaze Junhui’s way before turning to look at Wonwoo.

“He’s my soulmate.”

“What the hell?” you huff as Wonwoo pulls you into the storage cabinet at the back of the café.

“Why didn’t you tell me you found your soulmate?” He hisses, ignoring your question.

You sigh, pulling your arm from his grip. “I just met him this morning, would you chill out?”

Wonwoo still looked confused, eyebrows furrowed as he waits for a better answer.

“Look, we bumped into each other on the street, I saw color, but he didn’t, ok?” You grumble, looking down in embarrassment. A couple seconds of silence pass as you wait for a response before you gaze up, seeing a perplexed looking Wonwoo.

“What’s wrong with him?”

You shake your head, not understanding the situation either.

“I don’t know, now can I go back home?” you ask, watching as your pleading tone convinces Wonwoo.

After you had gotten a nod in response, you walk back out to the kitchen, both Junhui and Jeonghan (who had walked in later) turning their heads at your arrival.

“Is everything alright?” Junhui asks.

You nod. “Everything’s fine, don’t worry.”

Jeonghan looks at you questionably but takes the answer before heading back behind the counter.

Seungcheol comes into the kitchen quickly after, a concerned look on his face.

“Y/N? I heard what happened, is everything ok?” He moves closer to you, pulling you into a hug. The comforting warmth is exactly what you need, and you return the embrace, setting your head on his firm chest.

“Everything’s fine Cheol, can we just go?” You mumble. You feel him nod above you and you pull away, letting him lead you out of the shop. You don’t notice the disappointed look on Junhui’s face as he watches you walk away.

Seungcheol ends up dropping you off at your apartment, and despite his offer to stay, leaves you alone. You need some time to think, and you know he needs to get back to the shop anyway.

Collapsing into your familiar home, you drag over to your room before crashing onto the bed. The mattress seems to pull you in, and you bury your face into the cold crisp sheets before quickly falling asleep, exhausted from the events of the day.

A few hours pass before you groggily wake up, hands searching the bed for your phone to check the time.

The screen reads 4 pm, and you nod, glad you didn’t sleep all afternoon. A few notifications blink on the screen, two texts from Wonwoo, one from Jeonghan and a missed call from Seungcheol. Another message appears on the screen, but you don’t have the number saved.

Curiosity grabbing the best of you, you open that one first, tired eyes scanning the message.

“Hi, it’s Junhui. I got your number from Jeonghan, I hope you don’t mind. I wanted to apologize for earlier, and also ask if you wanted to meet up later to talk about things?”

You think it over for a moment, before deciding to agree. There’s nothing to lose meeting up with him, and you assume he’s just as confused by the situation as you are.

“Hey Junhui, don’t worry, I know you’re just as weirded out as I am. I would love to meet, did you have plans tonight?”

Closing out of the conversation, you send separate messages to Wonwoo, Jeonghan, and Seungcheol, letting them know you had just woken up from a nap and are doing fine.

You stretched as you got out of bed and decided that a warm shower would be the perfect way to sort your mind. Not surprisingly, you don’t get much thinking done, too distracted by the colors that fill your bathroom. The shock of not being colorblind anymore was still setting in, so you took the time to look around.

Everything from your shampoo to your towels had a breathtaking color, and you were glad that if you got anything out of this situation, it was the new view of life.

Once your skin started to prune under the water, you stepped out and wrapped your fluffy towel (which you had discovered was navy blue) around your torso before checking your phone.

Seungcheol had sent back a sweet text, telling you to have a good rest of your evening and not to worry about coming into work tomorrow if you didn’t feel like it.

Jeonghan and Wonwoo had just sent similar messages, telling you to rest and message them when you felt like talking.

The last text was from your new contact saved ‘Junhui,’ and it read

“I’m free around 6, we could meet at the sandwich shop near the café if you want?”

Looking at the time, you saw it was just past 5:15 and quickly responded, telling him you’d meet him there.

Getting dressed took a lot shorter than usual now that you could see what matched, and within just a couple minutes you were pulling on a t-shirt and jacket with a pair of jeans. Tying on a pair of sneakers, you gave yourself one last look in the mirror by your front door before heading out.

The walk to the sandwich shop was brisk, and you stumbled in just before 6 pm. A quick look around told you Junhui hadn’t arrived yet, and you shrugged before walking up to order. You paid and grabbed your sandwich before heading over to a booth by the window.

A few minutes later Junhui walked through the door, looking around and catching your eye before he waved. He quickly mirrored your actions from earlier before plopping down in the seat across you, food in hand.

“Hi.” He smiled.

“Hey,” you returned.

You took this moment of silence to take in the man across from you, and you had to admit he was breathtaking. A sharp nose and sly but sweet dark brown eyes highlighted his face and a dark brown mop of hair cut short near his ears, giving him a more boyish look.

A pang of hurt flashed through your heart as you reminded yourself that while he was your soulmate, he still didn’t feel the connection as strongly as you did.

Junhui seemed to notice your discomfort and quickly lightened the mood, talking about how much he “loved the food they served here.”

The conversation took off after that, and you soon found yourself pleasantly conversing about work and your family life. The topic of soul mates was awkwardly brushed around, but you still wanted to talk about it.

“So, I guess we should talk about the main reason we’re here?” You spoke up first. Junhui tensed but nodded, knowing that it was only fair after he invited you out.

“I want to apologize for walking away from you this morning. If I had known you weren’t joking I would have stopped.” Junhui flushed in embarrassment and nervously rubbed the back of his neck.

“It’s alright, if I had some random person on the street say they were my soulmate, I wouldn’t have believed them either,” you responded. Junhui seemed to relax at that, relieved you weren’t angry with him. You continued from there, explaining that you were determined to figure out why his vision hadn’t changed like yours.

“No matter what happens Junhui, I still want to be friends with you at the very least.”

It wasn’t a complete lie, even if your heart yearned for much more than that.

Things grew better from there.

You and Junhui grew closer by the day. Continually working together had allowed you to see a different side of him. Alongside the awkward fidgeting boy you had first met, Junhui was also charming, a bit sarcastic at times, and an all-around entertaining person to be near.

Wonwoo had accepted the new member of the team as well and considered Junhui as a close friend. Jeonghan was teasing you both now more often, always making jokes about how cute of a ‘couple’ you were. That always seemed to sting though. Junhui had never made a move to start a relationship nor had he admitted having any feelings for you besides platonic ones.

There were moments that you thought he did, like when he’d brush his hand against yours while passing you cups, and his touch would linger a bit longer than necessary. Sometimes he’d make you a cup of coffee without you even asking, but he’d just shrug it off as ‘being a good friend.’

You were frustrated, no doubt, but decided that focusing on your job was more important than longing after someone who didn’t return your feelings.

Work was fine besides that. One thing that would never go away though was the annoying customers that almost always came in, like the one you were dealing with now.

You half-heartedly listened as the older woman across the counter ranted about how she had ordered no whip cream on her drink but it was there anyway.

“I’m sorry ma’am, I’ll get that fixed for you right away,” you replied in your best customer service voice.

‘Of all the days Jeonghan had off, it had to be this one.’ You thought, sighing to yourself. Jeonghan was always great with the customers, his light and soothing voice kept them calm, and his angelic looks always had people returning to the shop in hopes of seeing the cute cashier.

Before you had a chance to take the drink out of the lady’s hand so you could fix it, she angrily threw it in your face, drenching you in espresso.

Seungcheol rushed out of the kitchen, having heard the altercation, and cursed under his breath when he saw your state. He called to Junhui to take you to the back and told you he’d deal with the lady himself.

Junhui’s eyes widened when he walked out and saw you. He grabbed your hand and pulled you into the back, grabbing a towel from under the counter before starting to dry you with it.

“Who the fuck does that lady think she is? I swear to God, if she weren’t already minutes away from her deathbed I’d kick her ass,” Junhui grumbled, handing you the towel so you could continue cleaning up. Luckily, your underclothes weren’t that soaked, so you quickly stripped your jacket off, leaving you in a t-shirt.

You chuckled at his words, his usual sense of humor cheering you up.

“Thank you Junhui.” You smiled, tossing the now coffee drained washcloth into the bin with the other dirty towels.

“I’ve already told you, call me Jun.” He reminded, rolling his eyes at your use of his full name.

You grew shy in return, feeling like you’d cross a border by giving him a nickname, but nodded anyway.

“Thank you Jun, I can always count on you.”

A look you didn’t recognize crossed his face, and he tensed for a minute before grabbing your arm and pulling you into the storage room, pressing you against the door once he had it closed.

“J-Jun, are you ok?”

“I-I just, hearing you say you can count on me makes me really happy, and I guess I just want you to always feel like that.”

You tilted your head, encouraging him to continue.

“I really like you Y/N, and I know it’s kind of difficult with our situation, but I still want to be your soulmate, color or not.”

Your heart stopped. The words you had been waiting to hear for so long were finally being said, and you were shocked. You took a deep breath, gaining enough focus to respond.

“Of course I want to be with you Jun. I have since I bumped into you the first time we met.”

Jun didn’t say anything in response, instead pressing his soft lips against yours. The minute they touched there was no stopping as you languidly kissed, softly holding each other. Jun moved his hands to your waist, letting his fingers rub soft circles onto your skin. You snaked your hands around his neck, pulling him closer as you hummed contently into the kiss.

Jun pulled away first, eyes widening as he looked down at you.

“Holy shit,” he breathed, taking a step back before looking around the room.

“W-what’s wrong?” You asked worriedly, doubts running through your mind.

“T-the -“Jun looked around the room again, eyes darting from one corner to another. “Holy crap.” He turned back to you, and his eyes lit up, a huge grin covering his face.

“Oh my god, you’re so beautiful.”

“Thanks?” You replied, still confused as to what was happening.

“I can see it,” Jun laughed, “I can see the color.”

“Holy crap,” you gasped, giggling and pulling him into another kiss before pulling back to grin at him.

“We have to go tell the others!” you exclaimed, grabbing his hand and pulling him out to the counter where Wonwoo stood.

He noticed the look of excitement on both of your faces and put two and two together before he smiled back at you, his nose scrunching cutely.

“I see you two have figured everything out.” He chuckled.

Wonwoo then told you he’d cover for you and that you should take Jun out to look at everything.

“Thank you Wonwoo!” You cheered, not wasting another minute as you pulled Jun outside, watching as his eyes widened when he looked at the world around him.

“It’s amazing,” he grinned, turning in circles to get a good look at everything. Jun looked back at you and sighed contently, pulling you into a tight hug.

“I love you.” You squeezed him hard as he confessed and returned the words you had been dying to say.

“I love you too.”

You had finally gotten what you wanted, the vision of a lifetime and most importantly, someone to share it with.

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