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slytherhys · 3 months

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A Case of Punctuality

A/N: As per usual, I'm quite late on posting this oneshot but I thought we needed a celebration either way so here it goes: a smutty elriel oneshot in honour of all the wonderful things we've discovered since friday. I truly hope this filthy, blush-inducing smutty oneshot is enough to thank you all for being so patient with me. ;)

TW: Explicit sexual content; explicit language; very much not El*cien friendly

Word count: ± 4K words | You can also find this story on AO3!

Elain checked the time once again, trying her best not to fidget where she sat between a rigid Lucien and an oblivious Feyre. She couldn’t say she loved these poorly executed attempts at setting them up, but she could hardly complain when her sister’s intentions were nothing but pure (even if she couldn’t say the same thing about her husband’s). Still, Elain couldn’t bring herself to pretend she cared for the company she was being forced to keep.

Lucien, for his part, seemed as thrilled as she felt. Beyond his obvious discomfort, Nesta had been glaring at the back of his side for the bigger part of the night, watching his every move as if ready to strike at the slightest jerk of a knee. Elain almost pitied the male. In any other scenario Elain would’ve hated Nesta’s attention, but truth be told, no matter how hypocritical it was, she couldn’t help but appreciate her sister’s overbearing control. Mainly as Lucien cleared his throat, turning his body towards her once again.

“Have you been doing well, then?” He cleared his throat again. “Here in Velaris?”

It was a variation of all his previous questions, really. Are you liking the Town House? Is your occupation making you happy? Have you made friends? Elain couldn’t accuse him of not trying, but he seemed as interested in her answers as she was in his questions. Neither of them wanted to be there, next to each other. Elain knew exactly where she wanted to be, and by the longing looks Lucien kept sending the door, she assumed he did too.

Far, far away from her. Closer to the bird of fire, most likely.

Still, Elain smiled. There were still 9 minutes to go, after all. “I’m exactly where I want to be.” She offered. “What about you?”

Lucien nodded, eyes straying to the door once again, a gentle smile on his lips. “I suppose I am too.” Really, it was all she could do not to force him out of the house, back to where he truly wanted to be. It was pitiful. “But as it stands, I was needed in Velaris.” His eyes flickered to Rhys, who stood by Feyre, talking to her with a teasing smile on his face.

Elain eyed Lucien carefully. So, an assignment had brough him to Velaris – Elain doubted that the fact Lucien had arrived the very same day Azriel had been sent away was a coincidence. Rhysand was nothing if not thorough.

But so was Elain. She eyed the clock again. 7 minutes to go. “And when will you be going back?” If there was any anticipation clinging to her voice, they both chose to ignore it.

“Tomorrow, my lady.” A bow of his head. Elain remained silent, afraid she’d reveal how relieved she felt. By the way Lucien suddenly stood up, excusing himself ever so politely, she doubted she had accomplished it. He turned to her, as if suddenly remembering he couldn’t just leave her. Both ignored the soft growl Nesta sent his way. “Will I see you at midnight? For a celebration dance?” A Velarian custom – to dance the waltz at the turn of the New Year.

Elain winced apologetically. “I will be retiring to bed soon enough.” She stood as well, making sure they both kept their distance. “But I shall see you tomorrow before you leave.” She offered instead. A boon neither wanted.

Relief seemed to course through his body, an easy smile overtaking his features as he bowed, “Of course, my lady.” And then he was making his way towards the Mor – or, most likely, the table filled with drinks behind her. Elain ignored the blonde’s knowing smirk, as she did Rhysand’s eyes on the side of her face. She turned to her younger sister.

“I think I’ll take my leave.” She dusted off her lavender dress as if to brush away any lingering traces of their conversation. “I was up rather early, and I want to get some rest before tomorrow.”

“How did it go?” Feyre asked.

“About as interesting as it usually does.” She offered Rhys a bland smile, noticing the amused smile her baby sister was trying to repress.

“I expect my bedroom walls to be much more stimulating.” Feyre choked on her wine, doing her best to hide her laughter. Rhysand turned to her, clearly feeling betrayed by his mate.

“Elain.” He warned. Luckily for her, Feyre was quick to scold him, shooing him away before he said anything else. Rhysand huffed, clearly feeling betrayed by his mate. Elain was glad of his departure – she loved Rhysand, but resentment was a wound deep inside her psyche that seemed to fester whenever he played with her love life as if one of his chess games. Feyre too seemed to be aware of it as she pulled her into a comforting hug.

Elain eyed the clock again. 4 minutes.

“Happy New Year, Elain.” Feyre pulled away, a knowing glint in her eyes. “I do hope your bedroom walls help you welcome the new year with much more bliss.”

Elain said nothing, giving Feyre a quizzical smile before swiftly leaving the room. Luckily, Rhysand seemed to be involved in a rather dramatic discussion with Cassian and Amren, and other than Nesta’s eyes trailing after her, no one seemed to notice as she slipped into the shadows of the staircase, hurrying before anyone could look her way - and before he could tease her again about being late. Again.

Still, Feyre’s words seemed to follow her. Was it possible that her sister knew? Or that she at least suspected it? Elain believed very little to be unknown by Feyre, and despite her efforts, she knew her High Lady frequently knew more about her life than what she let on.

Elain crossed the shadowy hall, letting all her worries be forgotten in the light as she opened the door to her chamber. Before the candles flickered to life, before Elain could wonder why goosebumps erupted all over her skin, a scarred hand was covering her mouth, the other quietly shutting the door in front of her. She was pressed against a hard body – the scent of the night clinging to his every inch.

For the first time that night, Elain relaxed. Her body seemed to melt against his hold as she felt cold lips press against the side of her neck.

“Princess.” He greeted softly, his lips finding the skin under her ear. Elain whimpered against his hand, eyes fluttering close as his tongue trailed the column of her neck.

She easily escaped his hold, turning around and drinking in the sight of him. He was still wearing the leathers he favoured for his missions, and his hair was slightly ruffled. His cheeks were flushed, making Elain wonder if he had flown here in a hurry.

Her clammy hands pressed against the wooden door, a futile attempt at grounding herself. She quickly scanned him from head to toe, looking for any signs of injury. Clearly, Azriel had no such concerns.

Before she could ask him anything his hands were cupping her jaw, his cold lips seeking hers. There was nothing soft about it; desperation was what painted his every move. His tongue seeking hers, his hands deftly letting loose the knots of her dress, his knee pressed between her legs. Elain bucked against his knee, her free-will clouded by the desire that now controlled her.

“You’re early.” Elain panted.

He barely lifted his lips from hers. “I rushed home.”

She gently pushed him away, lifting an eyebrow. “From a mission?”

Azriel smiled softly. “Had a good motive.” And then he was kissing her again, his hands pressing against the back of her knees. Elain let herself go, wrapping her legs around his waist as he carried her to the bed. His arousal pressed against her centre, making Elain moan into the kiss.

“You need to be quiet.” He all but growled, gently laying her on the bed. “You don’t want anyone to know what you’re doing, do you, princess?” He teased, smirking as the cocky asshole he usually became before fucking her.

But before he could lean down again and claim her like he surely planned to, Elain got to her knees, watching him with hooded eyes and flaming cheeks, basking in the surprise that flickered in his face. She smiled cheekily, slowly pulling her dress down her shoulders, happy to be the one that brought him to his knees for once. She was so attuned to Azriel that the hitch of his breath did not go unnoticed and then it was Elain smirked as she fully uncovered what she was hiding under her dress.

Azriel went still.

Needless to say, she had spared no expense on her New Year’s outfit. At least on the one she had worn under her old blue dress.

Under the bobbing, faint, fae lights, her lilac, lace bra seemed to shimmer, the petals of the embroidered flowers covering just enough of her skin for it to be a tease. On her waist a silk garter belt – adorned with intricate designs of the same wildflowers that covered her breast – was connected to see-through, lilac-tinted stockings that made her luscious thighs gleam in the moonlight. Azriel seemed unable to focus on one thing alone – his eyes flickered from her chest to the flimsy fabric covering her pussy, to her thighs and back to her breasts.

He growled, the sound of pure male desire sending a shiver down her spine. “And you wonder why I rushed home.” He murmured, more to himself than to her. Elain could only blink, smiling sheepishly.

“So, you like it?”

He took a step forward, his eyes never leaving her figure, as if drinking in the sight of her. His scarred hands gripped her waist, his fingers absently tracing the wildflowers pressed against her skin. “Princess, I like it so much I almost feel bad about ruining it.” He pressed his nose into her hair, smiling against her temple as his hands dropped to her hips. To the fabric there. “Almost.”

And then Elain gasped, for the flimsy fabric seemed to just break apart in his hands. In a flash, she was bared to him, her bra quickly following the same fate. The garter, however, remained in place. From the way his eyes trailed it, Elain doubted it’d be coming out any time soon. Still, despite his obvious interest and the fact it made Elain feel entirely too please with herself, she sputtered, wanting to throttle him for ruining her very pretty, very expensive underwear.

But before she could so much as whine about it, Azriel dropped to his knees, his hands trailing her legs before pushing them open. The scent of her arousal surrounded them, and Elain had no time to feel embarrassed by how wet she was for him. Azriel pressed his face between her legs, his tongue expertly swirling against her pussy in a maddening pace that had her toes curling. He was devouring her.

“Fuck, Az.” She moaned, falling on her back as she reached for him, mindless with the need to touch him. To feel him.

He pulled away from her and Elain groaned at the sudden loss. Before she could complain – possibly hit him – he grabbed both her hands and put them on the top of his head, smirking up at her. There was nothing but the promise of pure sin on his face as he eyed her sprawled in front of him, her legs shamelessly spread around his shoulders. He curled her fingers around his hair, a command if there was ever one.

Oh. Oh.

Azriel pressed a kiss inside her thigh. “Ride my face, princess.” He rasped, as if she needed him to make it even more clear.

Elain was more than happy to oblige, pulling his hair as she bucked her hips against his sinful mouth, moaning whenever he flickered her clit. Azriel just kept swirling his tongue, following her lead, and groaning as if the taste of her was the sweetest thing he had ever tasted. Every wet stroke against her core brought Elain closer and closer to the edge, her legs shaking her legs shaking around his head as he licked her without restrain. The feeling of his thick finger pressing inside of her was all it took for Elain to break apart, crying out as she shattered against his mouth.

“Fuck.” Azriel panted, looking deliciously dishevelled and satisfied, as if her orgasm had brought him as much pleasure as it had her. “I’ve been thinking about doing that all fucking week.”

Elain giggled – giggled – unable to move her body in her dazed state of mind. Azriel clearly didn’t mind continuing to worship her body. He caressed her glistening skin, peppering kisses along her ribcage, her breasts, her shoulders as he climbed up her body. Elain was panting by the time he reached her mouth, the tangy taste of her sending a forbidden rush down her bloodstream. She was putty in his hands, her body sated even as her arousal pressed against her skin, demanding attention. Elain ignored it, meeting his eyes instead.

His handsome face broke into a soft smile, his eyes tracing her features as he pressed a kiss to her nose. “Hi, princess.” He murmured, leaning down to kiss her on the lips.

Elain blushed, legs wrapping around his waist to pull him closer to her. It was always like this, she realized. The need to touch him, to have him close to her as if he could slip into the shadows at any moment. She brushed those thoughts away.

“Hi.” She pushed his hair away from his eyes, hips bucking against his tragically still-dressed hips. “Why are you still dressed?” She whined, smiling as he trailed kisses along her jaw, down her neck.

Azriel chuckled against her collarbone. “I was busy.” He purred, his dark hair shinning under the fae lights as his lips now wrapped around her nipple. Pleasure stirred in her belly, her legs instinctively pulling him closer to her again. His cock was hard under his leathers, and the feel of it so thoroughly ready for her after spending all night waiting for him nearly drove her to madness. “Do you need something, princess?” He smirked, far too cocky for Elain’s liking. But then his lips were teasing her, tasting her skin as he licked her other nipple, softly pulling it between his teeth.

“Yes.” She gasped.

Azriel chuckled darkly, taking off his shirt and throwing it somewhere behind him. Elain took advantage of his distraction to press her hand against his covered cock, squeezing it, stroking it through the leathers as she drank the sight of his naked chest.

Azriel dropped back his head, groaning up to the skies as she continued to stroke him. He was divine – all hard lines and swirling dark paint, a chest carved by the old Gods. And it was something close to despair that clenched her heart as she realized she could never get sick of the sight of him – there wasn’t a world where, no matter how many times she licked, sucked, or fucked him, she would ever get sick of him. She got up to her knees, closing her mouth around his nipple, biting softly just as he had hers. In a flash, his hands were wrapped around her hair, pulling her face back as he stared down at her.

“Tell me what you want so I can give it to you.” Elain shook her head, smiling cheekily as she kept stroking his cock. Azriel tightened the hair around his fist, pulling a whimper from her as the delicious pressure coursed through her body. “What do you want.” He gritted through his teeth.

“I want you.” She said simply, her eyes locked on his. “I always want you.” She pulled at the laces of his pants, undoing them with the grace of a trembling fawn. Pulling his face towards her with her free hand, pressing his forehead against hers, she said, “But right now I need you to fuck me.”

Azriel cursed under his breath, turning her around so that she faced the wall instead of him. She was on her hands and knees before he could order her to, the sound of his pants rustling and smacking against the floor a delicious omen of what was to come. Elain could almost ignore the disappointment of not being able to see his glorious cock, to watch the moment he entered her, watch as his he closed his eyes and bit his lip in an attempt to keep all sound locked inside of him.

Instead, she felt the tip of his cock press against her pussy as he coated himself in her arousal, both groaning as he grinded against her sensitive skin.

“You’re so wet for me.” He groaned, his hands trailing her back as if he was memorising the sight of her. Elain knew – she could hear it as he pushed inside her, could feel it in the way he entered her with ease despite his size. Her arms buckled under her as he filled her, and she moaned against the soft comforter in a poor attempt to cover her own sounds.

Their friends and family were downstairs – the male who called himself her mate too. Elain didn’t care – she couldn’t care as Azriel pulled his cock back and pushed inside again, groaning as she clenched around him. Elain cursed, her hips moving in time with his thrusts, seeking his touch every time he pulled away.

He grabbed her hair again, pulling her up as he kept fucking her at a tantalizing speed. Too slow for her to come, but too fast for her not to cry out every time he pushed back inside. “Was this what you wanted, princess?” He asked, pressing his tongue against the curve of her neck, his other hand wrapping around her waist as he kept her in place. “To start the new year filled with my cock?”

Elain whimpered, reaching for his cheek. “I need to see you. Please, let me see you.”

Azriel was only too happy to oblige. Elain moaned as he pulled out of her, lying on his back, his cock glistening against his stomach. Then, his hands were around her and, as if she weighted nothing at all, he set her on top of him, straddling him. He watched her through hooded eyes as she panted, watching him right back.

Azriel smirked knowingly, surely about to mock her, or taunt her as he usually did when she was horny beyond comparison. Instead, Elain raised herself to her knees, grabbing his cock and slowly lowering herself until he was filling her once again. Azriel immediately closed his eyes, throat working as he gasped and cursed under his breath.

In this position, he seemed to go even deeper than before, hitting nerves Elain had nearly forgotten existed. His scarred hands were on her waist, his fingers absently tracing the garter belt as he licked his lips and watched her get used to his size.

“You better start riding me, princess, it’s nearly midnight.” He rasped, smirking even as he panted. Elain didn’t care about the time, nor did she care about his teasing; not when all she could focus on was the feel of him inside of her. He was throbbing, twitching inside of her every time she moved her hips. When the pressure started being replaced by numbing pleasure, all Elain could do was ride his cock, moaning as he squeezed her tits. Azriel too, seemed lost in their joining. He raised his knees, thrusting from below, all teasing forgotten as he wildly chased the same pleasure that Elain sought.

“Fuck.” Elain cursed as she bounced, moaning as Azriel sat up and licked her breasts, his hand wrapping around her neck and squeezing ever so slightly.

“Are you gonna cum for, Elain?” He rasped, his handsome face watching her with something akin to adoration. He squeezed tighter, his thrusts sloppy and rushed, as if he himself was lost to the pleasure. “Cum around my cock like a good girl, princess.”

Elain pressed her mouth against his shoulder, moaning against his skin as she felt the world burst and begin anew. There was nothing but the male under her, nothing but the pleasure he gave her as he filled her again and again as his tongue traced the salt on her skin. Light exploded behind her eyelids, and she whimpered again as she heard Azriel groan, going still as he spilled inside of her with her name on his lips.

Then, the room went silent. Belatedly, she realised the room was filled with light. She opened her eyes, watching through the window as the night sky was painted into a rainbow of colour. Elain chuckled softly, panting, and exhausted as she noted with surprise the bite mark on Azriel’s shoulder. She blushed, choosing to press soft kisses to his skin instead of alarming him of the fact she had bitten him like a feral animal.

Azriel fell to his back, pulling her with him after wrapping his arms around her.

“Well,” He chuckled, nodding towards the window. “Just in time.”

Elain nodded, unable to stop herself from grinning, even as tears filled her eyes. She turned to Azriel, who watched her with a too-familiar emotion burning in his eyes. One she felt stirring inside her as well. Azriel smiled, as if completely aware of everything going through her mind. Elain feared he’d voice it – feared they’d be forced to face the very same thing they promptly avoided every time they were together.

“Happy new year, princess.” He offered instead. And again, all thoughts of unwanted bonds and meddling High Lords were forgotten. There was only him. There was only them.

“Happy new year, my love.” Elain smiled softly, pressing a kiss to his jawline, and lying her head against his chest. “Do you have any wishes?” She asked, eyeing the fireworks once again.

Azriel started playing with her hair, his heart playing a steady beat under her ear. “Wishes?” She could almost hear the frown in his voice.

Elain nodded, though he could probably only feel her move. “For the new year.”

Azriel took a deep breath, seeming to take it over. So much time seemed to pass that Elain assumed he no answer or, at the very least, that he had one but wasn’t too interested in voicing it out loud. Elain sure wasn’t.

But then he spoke. “I do.” He pressed a kiss against her hair and Elain’s heart tumbled. “And I’m fairly optimist about them.”

She stilled, raising her head, and looking up at him, only to find him already watching her. She understood then. They didn’t need to explain exactly what he wished for, did they? It was the very same thing she wished for too. “You are?” Her voice shook, and Azriel reached for her hand, interlacing his fingers with hers. A comfort. “Why?”

“Call it a hunch.” He said, kissing her again, his tongue a soft caress against her own. She could feel his arousal stirring inside of her, could feel her own body reacting to it. Azriel, however, did nothing but look into her eyes, an almost boyish smile on his lips. “I think this year will be kind to us.”

Elain said nothing. Not even as hope fluttered inside her chest; not as he pushed her into her back, as he fucked her, kissed her, loved her and then did it all over again. After all, who was Elain to question him when she wished for nothing more?

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decarbry · 1 year

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hey,, what’s up friends, I bring you... a literal summary of the Yabureme story up until around war arc events. obviously this is spoilery so if you don’t want to know what happens until the relevant comic pages come out don’t expand the post! this is just for people who don’t mind spoilers. also keep in mind that this is a summary so I kind of just. word-vomited. it’s... weird? short and sweet but not in some places. a literal mess. I put 0 effort into writing good and some sections are more wordy than others because I've thought them through for longer and have them more solidified. also things are subject to CHANGE between this and the actual comic pages so read with a grain of salt. the major events are probably gonna remain the same though. things might get inserted or removed. idk. also it’s LONG I’m so sorry. enj... oy ?? ?

Aizawa has been taken. Midnight and Nezu attempt to comfort Mic; there are no leads, but the faculty have already started working schedules out to help search, which reassures him. Though he is desperate to join the search, Nezu refuses to give his blessings until he knows Mic won’t act rashly. Mic hosts the Sports Fest in an attempt to ground himself and find unity with the students.

Hidden away, Garaki has begun his work on Aizawa. The injuries are bad; though Garaki is an accomplished and varied medical professional, he can’t do what Recovery Girl can, so Aizawa is merely stabilized and the bio-engineering in later dev stages will be relied on to do the heavy lifting. Aizawa suffers 2 days and nights of infusions (one for each new quirk) and barely powers through an intense fever on the last night. The capsule is the final and longest stage to allow the quirks to take hold and the body to heal. All for One is a regular voice in the background during the entire process, though those visits stop after an incident in the capsule in which Erasure activated for a solid ten seconds and strikes everyone in the room before going inert again.

Time passes with no news. Mic is becoming frustrated and less willing to listen to reason. Classes 1-A and 1-B attend their summer camp with Vlad and various other heroes that have substituted since Aizawa’s absence. Bakugou is kidnapped by the League in an attempt to recruit. Though the topic is raised, Shigaraki refuses to do more than tease Bakugou about his missing teacher, as well as use him as a bargaining chip. We still have yet to see him since his abduction. The mission to rescue Bakugou begins.

All Might engages in combat with AFO at Kamino. His weakened form is exposed to the world and he musters up his strength for the last strike. Instead, OFA fails, and all heroes present immediately know why. Edge Shot rushes to interrupt Erasure while Endeavor attempts to reach All Might. Neither get there in time and All Might takes a blow straight through his chest. Endeavor takes over the fight against a wounded AFO and Edge Shot engages in battle with Yabureme. Edge Shot is killed and Endeavor manages to subdue AFO.

Hours after the battle ends, Kurogiri searches for Yabureme, who has not reappeared as he was meant to. He finds Yabureme badly injured and hiding after his fight with Edge Shot and warps him back to where the League has taken up to recover. Shigaraki only knew that AFO had plans for Aizawa, not that Yabureme was to be a gift for him, but Kurogiri informs him of this. Shigaraki is unimpressed considering Yabureme’s wounds after only a single fight, but he’s going through some stuff, so he has license to be a bratty child for a night. Once Kurogiri hears from Garaki, he takes Yabureme to be patched up. Later he’s returned to the League, who as a whole are unsure about what to do next now that AFO is captured.

While everyone else is appalled to hear rumors that the supposed-missing Eraser Head was present at Kamino and had a hand in assisting the villains, Mic suddenly has a new fire lit under him. He breaks away from UA and strikes out on his own, against the pleas of friends such as Midnight. He manages to track the League’s movements after much work and finally sees Yabureme for the first time… but is unable to reach or speak to him as his quirk is erased during their escape.

Class 1-A witnessed Mic depart and, with the help of other pros, manage to convince Mic to let them help in catching Yabureme. He is very resistant to putting them in danger but relents with the alliance of Midnight and Gran Torino. During a previous sighting it was noted that Yabureme’s movements slowed and stiffened the more eyes were open on his body, so a plan is hatched to surround Yabureme with as many enemy quirks as possible in order to stun him.

Yabureme is located. He’s alone, which is odd, but not wanting to miss their chance, the operation is launched. Surrounded by what he believes are hostile enemies, Yabureme opens enough eyes to erase the quirks of every student, stunning himself. A short battle ensues; Kaminari is injured but proves instrumental in the discovery of a weakness in the Nomu: that an electrical current will force all of his eyes to close and subsequentially interrupt Erasure. Mic, Gran Torino, Midnight, and Class 1-A succeed in capturing Yabureme.

Too much of a threat for any normal prison containment, Yabureme is taken to Tartarus. They learn: about the nature of his engineering, that exhaustion has nearly killed him, that unlike every other Nomu contained so far he is not a corpse, and that three quirk factors were combined to create Yabureme. Erasure and Dupli-arms (or related) are confirmed, but the third is still being investigated. Because the third quirk is still unknown, containment is at a risk and a shock collar is placed to help mitigate any attempts at escape. The students are brought in to speak to him after everyone else, including Mic and Midnight, fail to get any response out of Yabureme. Unfortunately, the students are also unable to get through to him. Their failed efforts leave them dejected. Yabureme doesn’t speak a word the entire time he is inside Tartarus.

After a few days, the third quirk is activated by an unknown trigger. Yabureme and AFO escape Tartarus with the help of Kurogiri— the timing of the pieces prove that this was orchestrated from the beginning.

In the wake of the escape, Mic is told in secrecy that Yabureme has not removed the shock collar, probably because of its failsafes. It’s been tracked, and his location is known— a new operation is underway to recapture him. Mic rushes to get there first, finding Yabureme in solitude at an abandoned building, having split ways from the League temporarily to avoid getting them tracked while he tries to find a way to remove the collar himself. Mic and Yabureme have a tender moment, or so Mic thinks… but Yabureme slyly uses Mic’s obvious obsession with him to get the hero to take the collar off. Mic falls for it and Yabureme flees.

Though it seemed to be just manipulation, this kind interaction has left the first shred of uncertainty in Yabureme. He returns to the League and resumes his role in protecting Shigaraki and the others. A long period ensues where the League and the heroes play cat and mouse, Mic returning to society in order to accept help from friends and family rather than trying to go it alone as he had before.

Day after day, Yabureme’s doubts deepen as small things burrow into his mind: things like a song on the radio, a familiar black cat, names that he’s heard before. He can’t shake the face of the hero that spoke to him gently and had something warm in his eyes. He meets Eri, but seems to be merely a moment of warmth in her life before departing. Time passes.

The League grows frustrated with Mic, considering his constant interference as troublesome and annoying. Dabi sets a trap for Mic and attempts to kill him. Without any understanding of why, Yabureme takes the worst of the trap himself. He drags an unconscious Mic away from the inferno before collapsing with horrific burns across the right side of his body. Mic wakes in time to feel Yabureme’s heart stop, and in his anguish accidentally causes it to start again with the impact of Voice against the Nomu’s chest.

Mic manages to smuggle Yabureme to a hiding spot, containing him with the only thing available: simple metal handcuffs. Recovery Girl answers his call to the secluded site warily, unhappy that she is asked to keep such a dangerous secret. She stabilizes Yabureme and begins healing some of the burns, but considering his physical deterioration and exhaustion, can’t do much in one sitting.

When the Nomu wakes, Mic and Yabureme have their first real conversation, speaking mostly about the latter and how he’s feeling, what he’s thinking, and why Dabi, his supposed ally, would harm him so badly. He also points out that Yabureme could get out of the cuffs easily, and yet, for some reason, hasn’t.

On the second day, Recovery Girl returns, but so does a second guest: All Might. He is partially wheelchair-bound, the apparent repercussions of the wounds he took at Kamino. He expresses his unhappiness with this situation: Yabureme needs to be properly contained, not hooked to a chainlink fence with fragile metal handcuffs. Mic wants his blessing but plans to keep Yabureme here at least for a short while, highlighting the fact that he’s behaving more openly now than he ever did while in Tartarus. They notice Yabureme watching them and All Might speaks to the Nomu alone. He and Recovery Girl have agreed to give Mic a few days with Yabureme until his burns have been treated, but that he will be returned to Tartarus after that— and now that the third quirk is known, escape will not be possible a second time. He shares some belief that Mic is right that there is hope for Yabureme and that if anyone deserved a path back to normal, it was Shouta Aizawa. He urges the Nomu to try his hardest to remember anything he can.

In the ensuing days, Mic spends time conversing with Yabureme. Unlike the catatonic state he was in while at Tartarus, Yabureme is nervously conversational, answering questions and asking them on his own. He admits his confusion and doubts to Mic, and Mic learns that the whole reason Yabureme was unresponsive while at Tartarus was because of the lights and the intense head pain they cause, utterly decimating his senses and thoughts. He wasn’t shutting down because of his programming or a need to be disobedient— he simply could not function in those conditions.

The morning of the intake comes. Tsukauchi and numerous officers arrive to take Yabureme into custody. Mic attempts to keep everything smooth, warning Yabureme about their arrival and making sure that there aren’t too many men appearing at once. Yabureme nearly panics anyway at the sight of firearms, but is calmed when Mic holds his hands and gives encouragement. Yabureme is taken into custody without a struggle, though he shuts down when he’s led away from Mic.

Mic apologizes to Tsukauchi for hiding Yabureme, but is forgiven considering the relative ease of the capture. The detective promises to keep Mic with Yabureme as much as possible this time around, since his presence clearly helps. He also acknowledges Mic’s request for accommodating Yabureme’s aversion to the bright lights of the prison, especially with the confidence that it might help with getting information out of the Nomu. Yabureme’s shutdown reverses some when Mic reappears in the police transport to travel with him to Tartarus.

Yabureme and Mic arrive at Tartarus and the Nomu is immediately assaulted by the lights. He’s given relief in the form of a sedative. His wounds are checked over while he’s out: it’s discovered that his right eye took far too much damage from Dabi’s flames and must be removed before the dead material causes an infection, shock, or worse. The majority of the burn scars will be permanent because of the lack of proper immediate care in a supplied burn ward. Aside from a handful of new scars and wear and tear, nothing else is noted.

Yabureme startles awake, finding himself in a Tartarus cell with Mic at his bedside. The lights are dimmed rather than blindingly bright. Mic gives him the rundown of what happened, and proudly tells him that the hardest part, getting to the start line of his recovery, was over. He is questioned for the first time the day after waking, and though he is much more responsive to interrogation compared to his last stint in Tartarus, Yabureme still shies away from answering questions that would cause the League a disadvantage… though he is clearly conflicted.

So begins Yabureme’s long road back to someone he didn’t know he used to be. Mic becomes the only foothold of stability Yabureme has, finding that his physical reassurances such as hugs and hand-holding are intensely grounding. The second time he is questioned, he holds Mic’s encouragement in his mind, and manages to talk shortly about some of the Leagues’ hideouts.

He still has doubts about all of this Shouta Aizawa stuff, but Mic works him through stories of his past gently and at a slow pace. The first bit of information that helps Yabureme see that the possibility exists of a connection between himself and this other person is a story Mic tells about Aizawa feeding cats on the street; Yabureme shyly, but excitedly, admits that he does that a lot too. After this, things begin to come more swiftly. Mic brings him his wedding ring, and Yabureme asks to hold Mic’s as well, and remembers the sensation of them clicking against one another in his hand.

With Mic’s help, and the help of a therapist that meets with him daily, more and more begins to come back. Even memories he reclaims are left blurry and dull, but once the flood gate opens, it doesn’t close, and Yabureme’s progress quickens the harder he works. When his memories begin to focus on Class 1-A, he asks to see them. Plenty is still missing, but he apologizes for the things he did to them, focusing on Kaminari and the wounds inflicted during his first capture. He wants to work for their forgiveness, but doesn’t expect it. Midoriya mentions that he seems a lot more like his old self, which fills Yabureme with a hidden relief and encouragement.

Time passes. Yabureme continues to work hard at getting back to himself, and the image of Shouta Aizawa gets more clear by the day. His old mannerisms begin returning in small amounts: rolling his eyes at stupid things Mic says, muttering about things that annoy him. When he gets a surprise visitor, both Mic and Yabureme are surprised to find Kaminari requesting advice for a hitch in his hero training. As Yabureme converses with Kaminari in an observation room, Mic and Tsukauchi watch, and both are amazed to see the clearest image of Aizawa they’ve seen since before his abduction. Mic takes the opportunity to ask about a road that leads outside of Tartarus and, though Tsukauchi doesn’t shut it down, he admits there are many concerns— specifically regarding hidden triggers that might still exist inside Yabureme’s mind. An idea is floated: bring someone in with a voice-copying quirk, and see what happens when Yabureme is faced with orders from Shigaraki or All for One.

Yabureme (Aizawa? Yabuzawa by this point?) agrees to the experiment, though he is clearly discomforted by the idea, unsure of how he mind be effected. The experiment begins. Yabuzawa is secured heavily just in case, but he is clearly determined, if nervous. The voice-copying quirk speaks in Shigaraki’s voice first, ordering him to turn his head to one side. Yabuzawa doesn’t seem to have a problem disobeying, but when the speaker doubles down and becomes hostile about his refusing to obey an order, Yabuzawa spirals and has a panic attack. All for One’s voice cuts in with an order that is obeyed immediately, and Mic is only able to snap him out of it with a slap to the face. The results are clear: Shigaraki’s orders can be ignored with enough work, but AFO’s orders seem unquestionable. Yabuzawa is frustrated by his own perceived failure in the experiment, understandably upset that despite all of the progress he’s made, they still hold some power over him.

Time passes. Yabuzawa improves with his response to Shigaraki’s voice, though still shaken after being faced with it, can do so without panicking. AFO’s orders seem unbreakable. Mic once again breaks the topic of getting him out of Tartarus, and after some debate, it’s agreed that the UA students and the hero efforts (and Yabuzawa himself) would benefit more with Aizawa back in the world. By this time the unknown of the League and AFO and the PLA have long been poisoning society’s trust in heroes; Erasure can’t be hidden away in a bunker with tensions growing by the day.

Mic is permitted to confine him to their apartment under police guard for increasingly longer periods of time, regular check-ins and evaluations, and lots of rules. Yabuzawa isn’t permitted to be alone with anyone aside from Mic, and when outside of the building must cover his neck, arms, and hands. Finally, the shock collar is back as a last resort. If you read this whole thing you’re a certified #1 Yabureme fan sorry I don’t make the rules

#boku no hero academia #my hero academia #Yabureme Spoilers #Yabureme Aizawa AU #text post #I mostly just wanted to put this out there so people who wanted to dig further into the au could do so #and maybe widen your questions a bit if you felt like it #since there's a LOT more here we haven't touched at all hehe #but a lot of this I want to do in comic form. like the actual comic form I did the first chapter in #but some of it especially filling in the holes would be great for little side content comics #also I just want to put it out there that the canon timeline doesn't work with this au #so I'm making the executive decision to stretch it out a lot more #instead of the war starting at the end of the first school year #it starts way after that #ok? ok #it was already a pain in the ass trying to figure out the nomu dev timeline to fit with what I wanted to do in Kamino #I hate timeline shit HAHA #heck tbh I don't even know if there is still a war arc anymore #AFO has erasure now and it fucks everything up #anyways just pretend that that stuff doesn't matter right now #I'll get to it eventually #just focus on the erasermic. erasermic. erasermic. xoxoxo

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Jubilee, Rank #72 (a post-event reflection)

“Why would you post this on Nocturne’s 7th anniversary of its addition to Starlight Stage?” Because one, I like the song—especially the original duet. And two, screw it, we roll.

It has been a few weeks since the event ended, but I’ve been trying to write this reflection for weeks without trying to lose my mind over actually writing out several thoughts (both good and bad) over a collaboration event in a mobile rhythm/gacha game. Forgive me for the raw honest thoughts I’m about to say in there.

The Prologue

Hoshimachi Suisei is a virtual YouTuber (VTuber) affiliated with Hololive Production, one of the biggest virtual agencies for such talents. She is one of the earliest talents recruited by the agency, alongside other soloist VTubers like Tokino Sora, Roboco, Sakura Miko, and AZKi—together referred to as “Generation 0”. She is also someone striving to become an idol herself. Prior to becoming affiliated with her current agency, she had tried entering IRL idol agencies, to no avail. She tried joining Hololive Production, but got rejected. She got into INoNaKa Music, but would eventually get transferred into Hololive’s main JP branch in December 2019.

To briefly describe her activities: Suisei is a forever 18, multi-talented idol who has done (and sung) a lot of accomplishments over the years. She has interest in 2D idols as well, with her having interest in Ensemble Stars!! and THE IDOLM@STER, the latter of which being an inspiration that led her into her own idol journey. She would do covers alongside other Hololive talents with songs from those two series. “Honeycomb Summer”, “Melty♡Kitchen”, “Alive Factor”, “Hanamuke no Tori”… to name a few. There were also times where she would often be pulling in the respective games’ gacha, often spending a lot of money on them. Her favorite idols from Enstars!! and IM@S include Ritsu Sakuma, Natsume Sakaki, Hayate Hisakawa, and Kaede Takagaki.

Six years after her debut, she would perform with her own tantou.

At Suisei’s 6th Anniversary 3D live, appropriately titled “SheenderellaDay”, a certain someone would perform with one of her fans.

The song? It was “Koi Kaze”.

Suisei shared the same stage with no one other than Kaede Takagaki, who was in her 1st SSR outfit. This was followed up by a small MC corner. Kaede switched into her 4th SSR outfit, and then a new song written by Suisei’s recurring composer, lyricist, and fellow Midnight Grand Orchestra member TAKU INOUE started playing on stage. As the concert was happening, I was merely saying “congrats” in my mind.

And thus, the grand “Jubilee” started.

The Event (and My Mixed Feelings)

It’s easy for me to say that among the people who wanted a Hololive collab with THE IDOLM@STER in-game, Suisei probably won the hardest. She got her own in-game event, original song, a commu, and even an SSR in the series she loves—ignoring the behind-the-scenes shenanigans we will probably never fully know about. There were previous Hololive collab events in other gacha games, with Tokyo 7th Sisters and Granblue Fantasy getting their collabs in the past few years, but when it came to Starlight Stage’s collaborations, this was the game’s most intense collab yet.

I… didn’t initially plan on running this event much. While I was initially excited by the intensity of the collab event upon its official announcement, there were lingering feelings of “what if this were to be my tantou idol’s last event” and a slight hint of disappointment. The “end” of Starlight Stage had become a recurring topic among English-speaking Ps ever since the so-called “content reduction” announcement was released before the end of 2023. The collaboration itself was teased in that same announcement, but I presumed that the things around the collab were already in production as the whole “content reduction” stuff was being decided. The thought of losing IM@S’ most profitable mobile game because of whatever Bandai Namco is up to is kinda scary. It’s a silly sentiment towards a live service mobile game that will shut down eventually, but the thought is also real.

Then, there’s Kaede herself. Her last token event (and unit from the original mobile game) in Deresute, “Pretty Liar”, was held back in 2018. There’s… things I could say about her content released after that, both things I liked, things I felt odd towards, and things I didn’t really like all that much. In a nutshell: I want to see Kaede as “herself” and not just as the “final boss” Cinderella Girl that she is. It’s complicated.

And yet, this event’s timing couldn’t have been even more perfect. Lately I’ve been finding March and April to have moments involving my tantous. The event’s duration overlapped with March 30 (one year since Cinderella FES Mizuki’s release and eventually sparking FES Kaede in that same banner) and April 2 (10th Anniversary Tour Final, aka the live that changed the trajectory of my producing life forever). And the whole thing took place during Holy Week break, no less. The only real issues I would’ve had were potential connection issues that may arise in a then-upcoming 3-day road trip.

Why did this event have to be 11 days long?

The Actual Grind

Day 1 of the event started with me messing around with all my early intense grinding. I managed to get around the top 20 within the first 30 minutes of the event. Trying to maintain a top 100 spot was hard during the first few days, but eventually things stabilized as the days went on.

For a short break during the first day, I pulled on the collab gacha. My Suisei gacha tickets didn’t give me too much and got me an off-rate SSR (Miyo1), so I resorted to using jewels. Here came Kaede’s collab limited SSR, fully animated. My jewel count went from 55k at the start of the event to 36k—which would eventually be thrown into event ranking hell instead of being saved for the Kaede7 reruns (which was its own story).

During day 2, I kept playing (actually sending my auto Grand team through EVERLASTING FORTE hell and back) while I was at a local convention for the whole afternoon. Not pictured: me showing fellow artists there that I was playing the event! I may have fallen out from my goal for a while, dammit, but I kept farming for tokens anyway.

In addition, I drank some coffee especially during the last few days, although sometimes I find myself feeling a bit sleepy…

Throughout days 6-8, I was stuck on the annual provincial road trip during Holy Week. I brought two phones through the whole thing: my main phone whose mobile data has been mostly spent on event grinding, and a side phone where I would often chat on Discord or play videos and music during the trip. During the second night, I did get to stay in the hotel room by myself (we had two hotel rooms) and took that opportunity to try staying awake.

On day 9, I hit the 99,999,999 money cap for the first time. Nothing too significant about it other than me having to spend a lot on stuff from the limited money shop. (That’s why gold bars exist in-game!)

The final two nights had me trying my damn best to stay up for as much as possible past 1 or 2 AM. If you really value your sleep and sanity over a dumb number for a popular idol’s event, I do not recommend this.

The last day of the event was quite a stressful trip. Within the final 24 hours, I wanted to try reaching the maximum amount of tokens you could hold (99,999 tokens) but I feared that there would not be enough time for me to reach the target. I ended up stopping the EVERLASTING FORTE grind as soon as I got to 90k.

I wanted to park at certain numbers related to my tantous (Ray Distance’s Mobamas debut date, the day CG 4th LIVE’s performance of Nocturne happened, etc.) but I wouldn’t have enough time and/nor tokens to actually reach those numbers. Near the end I tried getting 1,591,715 (Mizuki and Kaede’s respective heights) but in the end, I only managed to reach the 1.59 million point mark with the last tokens I grinded and spent.

The hardest part of the event was actually trying to keep that high amount of uptime, and it was more apparent when I would get knocked out as I was trying to stay awake. I have a terrible sleep schedule (or lack thereof) but my sleepy butt wouldn’t keep me awake for too long. The loop of pressing buttons every 2 minutes felt monotonous for 11 days straight, minus the part where I actually played the event song for either jewels or to get a high score.

My complicated feelings towards Kaede’s latest event song being a collab with a popular VTuber was stuck in my mind, and I first thought I would try to settle for Top 500 early on; but previous sentiments and “final event” anxiety, combined with some encouragement from friends and other Producers (who ranked with me) kept telling me to keep going.

I ultimately finished the event at rank #72, which is… certainly a number associated with ChihayaPs. With a total of 1,590,435 points. I saw the numbers on Haruka’s birthday (April 3), send help.

I also made it to SSS rankings for the first time. It’s something I never really cared for, usually, but apparently ranking very high in a token event would let you in the top 1000. I never saw my actual SSS rank at the end of March (since I was too busy grinding), but I probably made it in the top 500 in the 91st SSS ranking that month.

The Tantou Unit Revenge

There’s one last thing I want to talk about, something I’ve been preparing for almost a year by that point. Long story short: I wanted to tier for the units I produce, and for the idols that are closest to me. I wanted to do that with S.E.M (my first tantou unit), but over the last few years my chances kept fading with each SideM game that got killed. By the time Growing Stars leaked announced its shutdown, I ended up starting to ask for a Kaede and Mizuki event (as Ray Distance) for me to tier in for me to have some form of “revenge” and (hopefully) closure on that front.

Of course that dream event didn’t happen (yet), knowing how much Bandai Namco and Cygames likes putting that After20 duo (who also have some of the busiest VAs in the series) together sometimes.

Over 2023, I did get some top 2000s here and there, in both token and groove events. The last event with my actual tantous in it happened over a year ago (Heartboiled Wars with Tomoe). Every event I’ve tiered in has had an idol I like: Aki, Sanae, Airi, Kanade, and Koharu.

And yet, I didn’t tier in this event because I like Suisei… I tiered in this event because I like Kaede. So much that I ended up producing her.

As weird as I feel about the collaboration as a whole, giving up on this chance would’ve left me with intense regret for several reasons. Future me would be really disappointed if this is to be Kaede’s final Starlight Stage event. (So I hope she gets one more event after this…)

The possibility of me failing a chance of tiering one of my closest tantou’s events again scared me. I lost my chances more than once, and it would probably hurt if I give up that chance. It wasn’t the ideal event I wanted to try in, but the timing was too perfect not to ignore either. There were many thoughts swirling in my head throughout the whole thing, but then again… it’s a tantou event in the end.

I’m awaiting Mizuki’s next event (especially since she hasn’t gotten a new song for nearly 3 years now), but I need to recover first.

Despite everything…

In the end, I do not regret being Kaede’s producer.

The Stats

PLv: 347 → 501. The 2x fan campaign combined with a bit of the EXP Produce perk boosts may have helped a lot.

Jewel count: 55k (pre-gacha) → 36k (post-gacha) → 7k. Thank goodness I didn’t have to spark Kaede in that limited banner.

Idols made past 15 million fans: Uzuki, Takumi, Nanami, and Tomoe. Three of my tantous & an excessive use of Nanami’s FES SSR.

Idols made past 10 million fans: Seira, Yui, and Koharu. Sanae, Miku, Nana, Ranko, and Karen also got a significant boost in fans due to all of this.

SSS songs cleared: Gaze and Gaze. Been wanting to save getting that clear for a special event.

Stamina drinks spent: everything.

Total no of EVERLASTING FORTE plays at the end: 2,947.

SSRs obtained from collab gacha: 5 (two Kaedes, one Rin4, a Makino1 dupe, and a Miyo1.) I’d eventually gain another 2 SSRs after the event (neither of them were Suisei though. I had to resist pulling further because a Kaede7 rerun was coming…)

The Special Thanks

The KaigaiPs that ranked with me in the top 100 (Zhu and Shiina especially—those two are on a different league of their own) for helping me survive this tiresome first Deresute T100 attempt.

My fellow online friends from the various Discord servers and on Twitter, for supporting me. I’ve been keeping that whole thing under wraps from my main account out of embarrassment, but yeah.

The Hololive Fan Wiki, Virtual YouTuber Wiki, and the JP Hololive Unofficial Wiki for Suisei research.

As a final note… when’s Passion Jewelries? Or the next Kaede/Mizuki event?

#producer's rambles #s: deremas #cinderella girls #idolmaster

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New Year's Resolutions

Genre/Au's: Smut; Idol!Verse

Paring: Jimin x F-Reader

Words count: 8.084

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Smut, penetrative sex, protected sex, sightly exhibitionism, cheating.

Synopsis: New Year’s party with old friends make old feelings resurface. You don’t have many expectations or resolutions for the up coming year. Until Jimin brings a new light over all the old things left behind.

Author note: This fic has been sitting on my files for months now, I kept waiting to edit it since I wanted to post it on New Year’s Day. But since I’m on a pity and can’t seam to write to save my life, I just decided to edit it and post to not let the Angel’s birthday go by without a fic for him.

Masterlist

Breathing the cold air of the night you close your eyes and rest back on the soft couch. You don’t intend to stay out for long, just enough to recharge your social battery a little bit longer. It’s cold like every New Year’s in winter, the balcony has an amazing view from the river, where the fireworks show will be held when the clock strikes midnight.

But right now, there are still a few hours to go and so most of the party goers are still inside enjoying the heated room with drinks and food. Outside it’s only you and another two people who are further away smoking a cigarette.

You sigh tiredly. It has been weeks or maybe even months since you agreed to attend this New Year’s party, you even got pretty excited about it, a chance to dress up and meet up with your friends from school, the ones you are still in touch with and the ones you’ve lost touch over the years. One of them is the co-owner of the hotel and offered the place for the party.

And that should’ve been a hint that this party wouldn’t be anything more than an excuse for your old classmates to try to overpower and overshadow each other’s accomplishments and richness. You hate it. Not that you are doing bad, you just don’t enjoy rubbing your accomplishments on others' faces, you are sure everyone worked really hard to be where they are even if it’s not where they dreamed to be. You don’t understand what is the need to or why people want to show they are better or more accomplished. Who has a better job, who lives better, who already have kids, who is married, who is engaged, who has a boyfriend and, oh! Did you see? That one is single, poor classmate. Or, their significant other is not well accomplished.

Once again you feel out of place with them, just like in the old school days.

You swill the Champaign in your flute, taking a sip you rest your head back enjoying the way the cold December air burns your throat as it fills your lungs. Alone enjoying the freezing cold air, until a shadow blocks the light coming from the ballroom inside.

“Is your New Year’s resolution to freeze yourself before the new year actually starts?”

Opening your eyes, you see the tall man standing in front of you, the light making his shadow a tall monster over you. He has a back suit, no tie, top buttons undone, some chains around his neck, his hair perfectly styled back, shiny shoes, one hand in his pants pocket and the other holds a Champagne flute like yours. You’ve seen him dressed like that one hundred and a million times and you still get dumbfounded by the view. This time is even more breathtaking since it is not just a photo or video of him.

“Jimin,” you say, taking another sip of your drink.

“Your date is inside having the time of his life with our friends. He seems to fit in with them as if he has always been part of the group, and you are out here alone.” He says tilting his head.

“I’m not alone, Junhee and his date are out here smoking.” You say.

“They are?” He raises a brow. “Pretty sure I saw them walking in a couple of minutes ago.”

You look around the balcony and he is right, they are not here anymore.

“Why are you alone?” He asks, this time his voice is softer.

You sigh as you organize the words inside your head. “I- I’m tired.” Your sentence sounds a lot more like a question than an affirmative and you kick yourself mentally for it.

“Of the social gathering? Of meeting up with our old class? Of your date, or just really hiding from it all?” He asks with a hint of a smile on his lips as he sips his Champaign, half of his flute is gone now.

“All of those?” You mutter shrugging your shoulders feeling cold. You left your coat at the coat check at the beginning of the party.

“You know, you didn’t need to come if you didn’t want to.” He shifts his weight from one leg to the other making the shadow over you dance from one side to the other.

“I did want to come, but once I got here, I wanted to leave.” You admit looking at the glass in your hand.

“Y/n,” his voice is sweet when he calls your name. “If you don’t want to be here you can always leave, there is no problem in doing it.”

You look up and Jimin is staring at you, his eyes intense and sweet, his angelic face is serious with genuine concern for an old friend. That's just so like him. To be selfless, to be concerned for everyone around him, to come outside in the cold to console an old friend who is putting herself down for comparing herself with the others inside.

If anything, you should be feeling even worse now that you are facing Jimin. If not, he is the most successful one at the party -of course Taehyung is tied with him, but since Taehyung is not the one here, Jimin is the most successful one present at this moment. BTS is at the all-time top, and nothing seems to be slowing them down at any time soon. And yet here he is, chugging down his flute of Chandon and watching you wallow in self-pity.

“You don’t understand how much I hate myself for feeling like this, I know they are no best and I’m no worst but, still I can’t help feeling like I have nothing I can ever brag about. I was never the best at any of our classes, I didn’t go to a prestigious university, I didn’t study abroad, I don’t have a company with billions of net worth… l, I just don’t have anything to ever brag about.” You press your eyes closed hating how you just poured all of this out to him.

“Y/n,” Jimin takes a seat by your side, his Champagne flute is now empty. “You don’t have to compare yourself to others, I know it is much easier said than done but it’s true. They don’t live your life and I’m sure there are people who’d like to be where you are right now, plus you do have some things to brag about the old days, you just don’t recall it.”

Scoffing, you turn to look at him. “Being good at claw game machines is no skill to brag about, Jimin.”

“Oh! That one is a good one, but I wasn’t talking about that.” He takes your glass and drinks your Champaign in one sip. “You were Taehyung’s first, real, kiss.” He points at you holding your empty glass.

You roll your eyes. He is right, but that is nothing to brag about, also most people would just think you are lying about it.

Some of your old classmates might remember it, but if you ever bring it up, they probably will just pretend they don’t, and without Tae to back it up you’d never bring this up. -Also, you’d never recall this happening in respect of his relationship, it was just a truth of dare game when you were still in high school.

“Jimin, is not like I can just bring this up, they won’t believe it or pretend they don’t remember, plus it has been almost ten years since then.” You scoff.

“Hm… true, what about… the fact you were my first time?” He asks with a shiny innocent smile making you choke on the cold air.

“Jimin!” You censor him.

“What? It’s true!” He presses.

“It doesn’t matter!” You press the back of your hands in your burning hot cheeks averting your gaze from him.

“But it’s true, it was my first and honestly the best time I ever had.” He chuckles at your reaction.

“Okay, I know you want to make me feel better, but there is no need to lie.” You fan your face looking away from him.

“Is not a lie.” He takes one of your cold hands in his warm one. “You know, I hated when you kissed Taehyung, because I had a crush on you. And that day we spent together was really the best one for me.”

“Jimin,” you plead, biting your lower lip.

“Y/n, what else do I have to do?” He tugs on your hand in a way of asking you to look at him and you do. “I’ve liked you for over ten years, I’ve dated other people, I had tons of sex around with other idols, with celebrities from all over the word and still, when I come here I rather spend my time freezing outside in the cold watching you drowning yourself in pity just because your boyfriend fits in with our friends much better than you ever did. Instead of standing there and hearing them all praise me, fill my ego after they had spent years saying that I was never gonna make it.” He rants, voice taking a harder tone as he goes on. “Even now when I’m admitting that I’m still head over heels for you, you push me away because you think that for some twisted reason you aren’t enough when I’m just saying that you are the only one I want.”

You don’t answer him. He is right in everything he said, and you hate it how you can’t put up walls around your heart when it comes to him. Jimin always had the ability to see through you, maybe that’s why you always have been attracted to him. He is the only one who can untangle the mess of feelings and thoughts inside your head. The only one who’s words hurt you but warms you all at the same time. The one you had to let go so he could pursue his glorious and bright future without any hold backs or worries.

At any point you were too pretentious to think he wouldn’t get where he is because of you. No. You always knew he and BTS would make it. But he wanted to date you and you wanted him to live his life to the fullest, to enjoy his every day, his every night, to find his pleasure anywhere he was at, and being tied to you would only hurt you both. Maybe things would end up in a bad way, with both of you hurt, so you let him go. Said that you only wanted to be friends with benefits and if that wasn’t enough you should try to only stay friends.

He kept in touch from time to time, a text message here and there, a few years without seeing each other due to his busy schedule. Friendly greetings on the few gatherings he managed to go to, always with someone else, usually Taehyung, standing in between you two.

This is probably the longest time you both had ever been alone since then.

“If you want to stay here drowning your sorrows in Chandon, fine, go ahead.” Jimin drops your hand as he gets up from the couch.

He places his blazer on your shoulders before he takes both flutes and heads back inside. The blazer is still warm from his body, you can’t help but pull it tighter around yourself and sniff the expensive fabric in an attempt to feel him closer to you.

You stay there wrapped in his jacket thinking about what he just told you, he is right about you putting yourself down in light of others, you always thought of yourself less than the others, maybe the reason why you never really fitted in has always been for your lack of confidence in yourself. Since you always saw yourself as less you never felt the honesty of others when it was aimed at you.

Just like you always diminished Jimin’s feelings for you, he always made them known and clear, but you just brushed it off as him trying to comfort you for not being great at anything, just an average person living an average life.

A commotion inside gets your attention, from the big glass wall that leads to the inside of the ball room you can see Jimin, Taehyung and some of the other guys drowning glasses of some drink you can’t make out from the distance. Seunghyun, your date, is taking part in whatever game they are playing.

Seunghyun is not bad, you are not in love with him, and you don’t think you’ll be. You do think he looks good, strong jaw and overall good looking, but he doesn’t make shivers run up your body or your heart race when you know you’ll see him. He sees you as an asset, you look good by his side, it makes him look good in the picture. Both your mothers have been friends for years.

The blind date they set up for you seemed good last month when you met him. You’ve been on 7 dates with him. Mostly dinners and the end of year company parties. He did try to make things more serious, but you don’t feel as if you are on the same page as him. You don’t feel seen or heard when you are with him, much less cared about.

As you walk to your late twenties your mother has been nagging you about finding someone to build a family with. You need to start dating someone who you can marry and have kids with, you need someone who you can care about, who will be by your side when you grow old. When she talks about this someone, she refers to your future son or daughter, as you both know well that husbands and fathers can just walk out of your life as if you never existed, but the kids remain.

But when you think of this someone she talks about, you picture a 19 year old boy, with rounder cheeks, dark hair, soft eyes and plumb lips. With an angelic voice and dark eyeliner. A boy who touched your body as if he was touching the most delicate art work ever made in history. One who kept asking nonstop if this is fine, that was always humming your favorite song, which turned into a man you see on tv, hears on the radio, is everywhere followed by millions.

When you look inside again the game is over and everyone is scared in groups chatting and drinking and laughing, waiting for the clock to strike midnight ending this year and starting a new, hopeful one.

You get up and shiver as the ice cold wind brushes through your body, slipping your arms though the arm of the blazer jacket. Your steps are shaky from the cold and also from the fear that guides you. You can’t feel the biting cold of the glass door as you push it open walking into the ballroom. Just the kids who are playing closer to the door that take notice of you walking in, everyone else too engrossed in their own bubble.

You look though the groups searching for the man who came with you, but your eyes seem to have a target of their own, they land on Jimin more times than you’d like to admit. He knows you are looking at him, at one time he stares back even raising his Champagne flute at you before taking a sip.

You take a flute from a passing waiter and walk around the room looking for your date. Trying your best to avoid the man your eyes and body crave for. After Jimin’s confession, you can’t pretend anymore that you don’t have feelings for him. He made it all come out from the place you buried it on the day you turned him down. And now you think it is just too much to be in a room full of people and him and pretend like you are just fine with things as they are. As if you aren’t boxing all the what ifs scenarios that your head tries to play with all the possibilities of the past.

“Y/n,” your spinning thoughts are paused by Seunghyun calling your name. “Have you meet Iljung’s wife, Chaerin? She also works on the finance market.” He says putting his arm around your shoulders, not noticing, or not commenting about the jacket you have, he places a new flute of Chandon on your hand and drives you to the couple.

Yes, you’ve met her before, on a few class meetings and on their wedding day. She is pregnant with their second child and it’s going to be a boy. They have a two year old girl called Chaeil, who looks just like her mom.

You do some small talk with them, Iljung and Seunghyun became best friends in the last few hours, as Jimin pointed out, he does fit in with your friends much better than you do. For the first time since ever, the thought doesn’t seem to annoy you, you actually don’t care about it.

As if pulled by a magnet your eyes land on him. Jimin is by the bar with Taehyung and a group of people, mostly women.

You are so immersed in your thoughts that you don’t hear when Chaerin calls you, twice.

“Yes?” You jump once she touches your arm.

“Can you go to the toilet with me? I need a little hand to open my jumpsuit.” She asks.

“Oh, of course not. If you excuse us.” You say drowning your Champaign before following her. You only realize she is wearing a jumpsuit now that she mentioned it. Most of the women in the party are wearing long dresses to keep their body warm.

“I’m sorry to ask this, but I’ve been wanting to pee for so long and Iljung can’t just come with me to the bathroom.” She says making small talk.

“Oh, don’t worry about it.” You caress her back and walk with her to the bathroom. Once in there you help her with her jumpsuit, she goes inside a cabin and locks the door.

“You know, I was pretty surprised when I saw Jimin and Taehyung, I didn’t know you all had gone to school together. I was feeling so weird tonight, no dress looked good on me and then Jimin said that I’m the most beautiful woman in the party. I know he was just being sweet, but I can’t help but feel this sincere honesty in his words. It just made my sadness go away.” She says as the sound of her peeing fills the, otherwise, empty bathroom.

“Jimin, doesn’t say things just for saying, he always means what he says.” You hear yourself saying.

“You two seem pretty close.” She points.

“No, we aren’t, we are just old friends from school. Plus, that is what all his interviews say, you know it is so hard to not see or hear anything about BTS these days…” You chuckle nervously.

“Hm…” she hums, getting out of the stall and turning her back at you. You zip up her jumpsuit and fidgets with the button on the blazer sleeve.

Luckily Chaerin seems to forget the topic and move on, she starts talking about the food and how everything is so tasty, especially the cheese pasties, she was never a big fan of it but since the pregnancy… you tune out her words, nodding, humming and dropping a “really, don’t you say it” here and there. Your thoughts are consumed by Jimin.

Back to her husband and your date, they are now talking about real estate and how Iljung and Chaerin managed to buy this big house in a noble neighborhood for half of the market price. The pregnant woman joins the conversation very excitedly talking about the renovations they did and the kids' rooms.

Three champagnes later the topic remains, you nod and smile here and there agreeing to everything that is said, your eyes traveling from one side of the room to another from time to time following the angelic smiles and perfectly styled hair.

Taehyung approaches your group to bid his farewell and wish everyone a great turn of the year. He is leaving, not waiting for the fireworks. On the short conversation you had with him earlier - when Seunghyun was very immersed in talking with Jimin and some other guys at that moment. Taehyung confessed that he and Jimin were just dropping by to see the old friends, they were actually, turning the year on a private party that Hoseok was doing, a lot less people, much more private and no chances of being filmed drunk or put in a difficult situation. He also mentioned the fact that the significant others of the dating members would be there too.

“Hey, I just wanted to wish you all a happy new year, since I’m already leaving.” Taehyung smiles.

“Oh? Already?” Chaerin pouts. “Why are you leaving so soon? Are you not going to see the fireworks? Are you going to spend it alone?” She shoots question after question without taking a break to breath.

You give him a look of sympathy feeling bad that probably a lot of people there are wondering the same thing if not trying to find out where he is going to.

“No, I’m not spending it alone, I’ll spend it with my parents and sister. They are already waiting for me.” Taehyung gave her a polite smile.

“It was great to see you, we should meet up more often.” Iljung suggests and Taehyung nods in a way that says that is not going to happen.

“It was a pleasure to meet you. I'll be looking forward to the next class reunion to talk to you again.” Seunghyun offers to shake his hand.

Taehyung gives you an impressed look and takes a step in your direction pulling you into a hug.

“I had the impression you weren’t that serious with him.” He whispers in your ear.

“We are not serious, I’m not in love with him.” You say patting his back.

“That’s good, great actually!” He says with a mischievous smile as he breaks the hug. “I’m really happy to see you again Y/n, I’m looking forward to seeing you more often. I’m quite sure it’ll be sooner than we imagine.”

“Wha-“ you cut yourself realizing the others can hear you.

Taehyung smooths the blazer over your shoulders before giving both men another hand shake and a quick hug on the pregnant woman and waves his good-byes before moving to the next group and leaving the party in another five minutes.

Once again you can’t really focus on the conversation that your group engages, your eyes scan the party looking for the man that borrowed you, his blazer. You can’t find him, maybe he left together with his group mate, who makes you wonder why he didn’t say goodbye. Iljung is telling some old story about how he used to play football with Taehyung and Jimin and how the other members, trainees at the time, also joined.

Some other people join the group, mostly your male classmates, they all share stories about their adventures during physical education with your famous friends. Sometime during this talk Chaerin moves to stand by your side. You don’t notice it until she caresses the blazer sleeve where your arm is.

“This is such a nice blazer. Who does it belong to?” She asks directly with a low voice, so others won’t hear it.

“What?” you ask, trying to cover your surprise with confusion.

“Seunghyun still has his own, so it is not his. Suddenly you had it on, I didn’t see anyone giving it to you.”

“I- I don’t know” you reply trying to keep your face neutral. “I found it outside when I went to take some air.”

“Oh!” She nods. “Maybe you should look at the pockets, it may have something to identify who it does belong to, maybe the coat ticket.” She watches you expectantly.

Under her intense gaze you make the body tap dance, palming the pockets of the jacket, pretending to look for some identification of who the jacked may belong to. On the right outer pocket, you find some sort of paper, you take it out and look at it, just that is not the coat ticket, it is bigger and thicker, it has a number on it but not the coat number.

“See?” Chaerin says smiling, “everyone came with a coat now we can find who the blazer belongs too” she smiles wildly.

“Yeah…” your voice trembles and you hope she doesn’t hear it.

“Maybe it is from someone who is not at the party, I don’t remember seeing many guys without their jackets.” Chaerin keeps on blabbing as she tugs you by the arm leading you away from the group of men talking about football teams.

“Where are you going?” Stopping you watch her.

“Where else? To the coat check, let's solve this mystery.” She says excitedly.

“Hm… but, we have to go down stairs, are you gonna be fine?” You bite your lower lip hoping she takes your nervousness as worry.

“Oh, that’s true…” she deflates a little. “But on the other side there is the elevator we can take it.” She chips, changing her direction.

“But won’t people think it's weird we’re going down? They may think you are not feeling well and get worried.” You quickly add trying to find a way out. “What if-“ you say, coming up with a plan. “You stay at the party, and I quickly go down stairs, check who the jacket belongs to and come back up? That way nobody will get worried about you.” -and you won’t find out this isn’t a coat ticket- you mentally add.

“But what if people ask about you?”

You doubt anyone will do it. “Just say I went to the bathroom, it's in that direction anyway.”

She stops to think, biting her lower lip and tapping her chin. “Yeah, it’ll only take you about five minutes, right?” You nod. “Fine, but you come straight to tell me, okay?”

Nodding you turn towards the door that leads to the bathroom and to the stairs that leads to the first floor of the hotel. You take quick steps holding on the handrail to make sure you won't fall as you descend it. Once in the lobby floor you need to look around to spot the elevator, you weren't paying attention to the hotel interior when you came in with Seunghyun.

Once you spot it, you make your way trying to look confident and like you know where you are going. Pressing the button, you pray that no one at the party has decided to spend the night in the hotel or is leaving early, you don't want an awkward encounter.

When the door pings open you get inside as fast as possible trying to not twist your ankle in your haste. You press the 29th floor button and pray that nobody shows up before the door closes.

Once you are enclosed in a metal box, your nerves start to bite at you again. Your palms start to sweat, and you think you are shaking. Trying to convince your own self that it is from the cold, as you clean away the thoughts of what are the chances that he is there? that he hasn’t actually left? that he is waiting for you? What if he is there? What if he is waiting for you? Then what? What if he is there with someone else? Then what?

There is no time to think on the answers, the doors slide open making you look up. Knowing you need to get out your feet seem to glue on the floor, and you can’t move. Wouldn’t it be easier if you just dropped the blazer at the coat check saying you found it somewhere? They will go through the pockets and find the room key, they will ring the guests and tell them about it. The doors ding, signaling that it's closing and you take a step putting your hand in between them to stop it.

Stepping out of the elevator the room card burns inside the blazer’s pocket. Taking small and short steps you find yourself in front of the room. There are few rooms on the floor, as they are the master bedrooms. With trembling hands, you scan the card on the door’s lock. The green light blinks, unlocking it. You don’t know when your brain commands your hand to push the door open, but you do.

The lights are dim, the white dress shirt is thrown carelessly over the couch in the room’s living room. Other than the Valentino's expensive shiny black shoes there aren’t any more discarded clothes. The whole room is quiet, and you wonder if it’s because there isn’t anyone in there or if it’s because your heart beats so loud in your ears that it muffles all else. Entering the master bedroom, he’s there.

Black pants on a new jacket on, this one is blue with gold and many flowers embroidered on it, a glass of wine in his hand, his back faces you as he watches the night sky through the window wall.

“And here you are, hiding away, drowning your sorrows in Chardonnay.”

“Chardonnay is better than Chandon. I didn’t think you’d come” he admits looking at you through the reflection in the window.

“I shouldn’t have come.” You stare at his eyes in the reflection.

“You shouldn’t have.” He confirms. “But I’m happy you did.”

He places the wine glass on the table by the window and turns towards you. Your eyes follow the links of the chains around his neck going down his torso, traveling to the soft lines of his defined abdomen. A spark rises from your core and spreads through your body. You should leave, and yet you take a step in his direction.

“I thought you would spend the turn with your members.” You look around the room, there is a carry-on suitcase open in the further corner of the room by the bathroom door. The lights are on in the other room, the door ajar.

“That was my safe option, but this is where I’d really wanted to be. Even though I’m scared to make the turn alone in this room.”

“You can always go back down to the party.” You comment stopping by the table and looking down the window. The party balcony is softly illuminated, and is quite far away from where you are now.

“This is where I want to be, not down there.” Jimin repeats, eyes boring holes on your face as he stares at you looking down.

“My boyfriend didn’t even care that I was gone.” You turn toward him fidgeting with the room key in your hands.

“Y/n,” Jimin’s voice is soft, calling your name. “I won’t ever know what you want, what you are feeling if you don’t tell me.” He places a strand of hair behind your year.

You - the voice in your head screams at him. But your mouth says. “I have a boyfriend.” Still your head tilts and you press your cheek in his warm hand.

He caresses it for a moment, before his hand slides down your cheek, through your neck, his finger tangles with the hair on the back of your neck, his other hand finds it way around your waist. Stumbling you crash hard against his chest when he pulls you to himself.

Jimin’s plump lips are warm and taste like wine. The press of his lips is soft, contrasting with the way his hands grab at your body pressing you hard against his own. Your lips part, taking his bottom lip on yours, sucking on it, savoring the wine taste and the soft groan that comes from the man.

His lips part from yours only to come back, this time with hunger as his tongue passes by your lips finding its way towards yours, his wet muscle caresses yours in a dangerous dance. Your moan is swallowed by his lips. The hand on the back of your head guides you so he can deepen the kiss.

Your mind is hazy once he finally breaks the kiss. Maybe it is the lack of air, to which you take a deep breath, but maybe it is all because of the way he looks at you, eye hooded, dark with lust and that warmth of his genuine care. Your arms wrap around his waist, he trembles in your arms when your cold hands touch the bare skin of his back.

“Y/n” Jimin's voice comes out rough.

His Adam apple bobbing up and down as he shallows, you place a soft kiss on it, and then another on more to the left, and yet another following up to his jaw. The hand on your waist slowly slides down to your ass, his head rolls back exposing more of his skin is a clear invitation that you don’t even need to think twice.

Wetting your lips, they follow the muscle up his neck, licking and kissing their way to the ink behind his ear. You breath softly against the spot and his fingers dig on the fabric of your dress groping your ass. The bulge pressing against your lower stomach grows harder and so does the wetness on your center. You kiss the teasing mole on his collar bone.

Jimin doesn’t take his hands off of you, they travel up and down your body, grasping at the fabric of your dress, digging on your skin, trying to get more but at the same time waiting for your approval, for your permission. Caressing your shoulders, he removes the blazer from your shoulders and carelessly throws it on the floor, fingers reaching the zipper on the back of your neck. His eyes stare at yours in a silent question, his hands only work again when you nod.

The easy way he manages to undo your dress adds weight to his words from earlier, he did get more experienced over the past years. His fringes brush your shoulders again as they push the fabric off, his hands are warm and they tremble slightly, betraying his confident stance. You take your hands off him to help him rid your body from its confinement.

Taking a sharp breath Jimin drops your dress on the floor and stares at your body. “Fuck!”

A shiver runs up your body at the same time heat pools in your middle. His hungry eyes follow every curve of your body, taking their time over your bare breasts and the fabric of your blue-stay-at-home panties. A smirk spreads over his lips.

“You didn’t plan the night to go anywhere close to this.” The teasing in his voice has heat spreading through your cheeks.

“Jimin-“ you mumble looking away towards the night outside the window.

“I’m glad you weren’t planning on having sex with that asshole.” He breathes against your ear. Hands caressing the exposed skin of your hips, traveling up your sides, cupping your breasts, thumbs and index fingers automatically pinching and rolling your nipples.

Your eyes fall shut against your will, you don’t want to close your eyes, you want to watch Jimin, you want to see him devour you with his dark lusten eyes. Your lips feel dry from being parted from so long letting gasp after gasp out in approval of his ministrations over your body. His lips brush over your neck, hot breath sending goosebumps down your spine.

Plumb lips suck hard on your sweet spot at the same time his index finger slips past your panties band tracing a line down your pussy, your hands grab at the thick expensive fabric of his jacket. He brushes over your swollen clit. Your moan is obscene when he circles your drenched entrance. You clench around nothing.

“I could come just from feeling you up like this.” Jimin admits.

Your eyes travel from his angelic face down his body, stopping at the tightness on his crotch. Commanding your fingers to let go of his jacket you gently push it off of his shoulders, caressing the skin of his arms as the fabric falls off. Your hands make their way back up, caressing his lean muscular shoulders, lightly pressing the skin on his collarbones, down to his toned chest. Biting your lip, you look up at him. His dark eyes follow your every move, drinking every caress you offer.

You feel his sharp intake of air when your fingers caress over his nipples, slipping down to his abdomen, he flexes the muscles there, making you giggle softly. The few strands of hair underneath his navel are soft and disappear inside his pants. Just as he did to you, you look up asking for his silent permission.

Jimin nods.

Your hands shake as you hold the fabric of his pants and try to pass the button through its loophole. His warm hands cover yours, stopping all your movements. Is reassuring. It warms you inside, knowing that he won’t move further if you don’t want to. But you do, and for the first time in so long, you are confident that this is what you want.

You tiptoe to press your lips on his. Jimin is quick to respond to your kiss, hands cupping your cheeks and angling your head so he can deepen it. You fumble a little but manage to undo his pants, caressing his waist as you push the fabric of pants and boxers off his round muscular ass. You can’t help yourself but pinch his back side.

Jimin yelps and laughs with you. Kicking the mount of clothes away he lifts your chin pressing a soft kiss on your lips. “Are you sure about it?”

You nod. He doesn’t move.

“Just like the sun will rise in the morning. I’ve never felt this right in my life.” You admit looking into his eyes, showing him the deepest desire that burns in you. Your heart has belonged to him for so many years that you always thought everyone could see it.

He caresses your cheek with the back of his hand. Taking a step back, Jimin peaks your lips before heading to the open suitcase across the room, he throws a few more of his expensive perfectly folded clothes to the floor before finding a condom. Ripping it open with his teeth, Jimin pumps himself a couple of times before unrolling the protection on himself. The foil is also thrown to the floor.

Licking your lips, you swallow the saliva that gathers in your mouth as you focus on the muscle in between his legs. Once he is back in front of you his teasing smirk makes you blush and look away. Seeing your putty reflection in the windows you avert your eyes to the floor.

“Come on Y/n, I’m sure you don’t find these grandma panties sexy.” He jokes.

“They are comfortable.” You pout.

“They are a turn off.” Jimin keeps making fun of it.

“You don’t seem turned off.” You defy raising a brow and pressing your finger to the head of his proud standing cock.

“You know that just one look from you and I’m hard as rock.” He confesses making your jaw drop. Averting his eyes to your blue panties he adds, “if you want to stop, we can stop it, at any point. I won’t get mad or upset with you.”

“Jimin,” you call, waiting until he looks back into your eyes. “I don’t want to stop, I want you to fill my body, because my mind is already full of you. It has been for the past years.”

You push your panties down and the wet fabric clings to your pussy, stretching the clean lubrification once it's peeled from your skin. Jimin licks his lips as if he is watching a full meal set in front of him after being starved. You kick the wet fabric aside.

His right hand rests on your hips as his lips find yours once again. Your hands tangle on his dark hair, messing it up. The kiss is sweet despite the hunger burning inside both of you. Jimin, caresses your side, raising your leg to rest against his hip. You can hear the wet sound of your folds partying with the movement. He smiles in the kiss, and you tighten your closed eyes trying to control your embarrassment.

Jimin presses your back to the glass, and you jump in his arms as the cold glass shocks your heated body. His lips move to your neck, hot breath fanning your skin as his fingers caress your sides.

Keeping one hand at his neck the other hand helps him guide his cock. He presses it to your wet folds, using your natural accumulated lubrification to wet his protected hardness. Pressing his head to your clit you moan as he tugs on your bottom lip. You press his head into your entrance lifting yourself on your tiptoes.

Steady and slowly, Jimin pushes in, thrusts himself into you, savoring the warmth that welcomes him, feeling your fluttering walls around him. His head falls back as throaty moans escape his lips, a new wave of your arousal coats the protection upon hearing the sound coming from the man in your arms.

Kissing his neck, you bask in the feeling of being rightfully full. Jimin has bottomed out on you, his thickness is just right, enough to feel a comfortable stretch. He rests his forehead on yours, his breath fanning across your face as he makes eye contact with you. The first thrust is shallow, more a roll of his hips than an actual trust.

The next movement half of his cock is pulled out before he pushes it back in, it’s a slow steady pace, you close your eyes concentrating on the feeling of him filling you up whenever he thrusts into you. Your clit lightly brushes against his skin. That warm fluffy feeling filling your body, growing inside of you.

Jimin’s moans are soft, matching yours, more like breathing against your neck. He is feeding himself without a rush. He is savoring how your walls take him, remembering how you felt on your first time. You were both inexperienced but even then, he felt just like the right fit for you.

Tentatively you roll your hips during his trust, the harder friction makes you gasp louder. Jimin’s soft lips whisper sweet nothings in your ear, encouraging you to keep going like that. Whispering your name, saying how good you feel. Your lips keep on calling for him, pleading him to not stop. And he doesn’t.

Trusting faster on you his body starts to gleam with sweat, the warmth inside you grows hotter, your walls tighter, as the waves of pleasure spread through your body, his moans grow louder just like your calls for his name. He presses you so hard against his chest that you think you’ll get tattooed on it. You can fill your bugging stomach against him every time he trusts in you.

You feel a tightness inside of you growing, as the waves of pleasure grow stronger, you roll your hips faster, chancing your high, his cock is moving faster, until they are gone.

You stumble as you open your eyes. There’s some noise outside but you can’t make it out too astonished by how Jimin just pulled out of you.

“What th-'' you try to question him. He’s clearly also fucked up and annoyed by his own interruption.

Jimin cut your words with a hard press of his lips on yours. “Turn around” when you don’t move, still annoyed, he turns you by your shoulders. “Look outside.” He instructs, stepping behind you, he uses his feet to part your legs widening your instance. You feel him aligning himself in your entrance once again. He trusts in, swiftly and all at once this time.

“Fuck” you moan loudly as his head caresses your sensitive spot. Looking outside you see people gathering at the balcony way too many floors below you.

Jimin presses his body on your back and you arch it so he can hit your spot over and over during each one of his trust. Placing your hands on the glass to not hit your face on it the cold glass brush over your hardened nipples sending shivers over your body. His index finger finds your swollen and neglected clit. With expertise Jimin pinches your bundle of nerves making you jump in place before starting to caress it.

The tightness upon your stomach is back and much tighter than before. The waves of pleasure wash over you making your body tremble. Your pussy clenches at each trust of his hips, your fingers try to grab at the glass at the same time your toes curl, something explodes inside of you, warm and full of different colors sending electricity all over your body, making colorful sparks shine behind your eyelids.

Jimin’s thrusts grow erratic, and he buries himself deep inside of you at the same time another explosion happens. The shocks of pleasure are still running over your body making your pussy flutter and pulse around him milking off his cum inside the condom.

His skin is sticking to yours, his lips brush your temple. “Happy new year, Y/n.”

You take his hand linking your fingers with his. “Happy new year, my love.”

His smile is full of teeth, you know that because you can see it reflected on the window in between explosions of fireworks. You two remain there connected and in each other’s arms until the explosions end. Jimin takes a step back, easing himself out of you, to what you let out a sad sigh. You can heat the indistinct noise of the condom being tied as you watch his round ass going inside the bathroom through the window.

You hear the sound of the toilet being flushed before the tap water runs. You turn around just in time to see Jimin walk out with a damp towel. In another silent agreement he cleans you up with the delicacy that only an angel could have. Once he is done the towel is thrown back into the bathroom, which now has the lights off.

Pulling you along with him, Jimin dresses a new pair of boxer briefs straight out of his suitcase and pulls one of his Be a good Human colorful oversized shit through your head, before guiding you to bed. He climbs in first, moving to the middle and pulling you to rest on his naked chest.

“What now?” You ask with your cheek on his chest, hand caressing his skin.

“We enjoy this moment.” He caresses your hair. “We sleep together, we wake up together.”

“Jimin-“ you call.

“Tomorrow, you dump that douchebag, how can he not even realize you were outside in the cold for so long?”

“Jimin.” You say again.

“We’ll wake up, make love again, take a shower or maybe a bath together, eat some delicious breakfast together, maybe have sex, or make love again… I haven’t decided. Then you’ll start to date me.” He says pressing his soft lips on your forehead. “Oh, and we’ll have New Year's dinner with my parents.”

“Jimin,” you laugh, lightly slapping his chest.

“What?”

“What are your New Year’s resolutions?” You ask looking up at him.

“Hm…” he hums thinking for a moment. “Show the world a better side of me, my unique color.” He nods to himself. “What about yours? Besides, try to freeze yourself outside earlier.”

“All of those things you just said. Wake up with you, have breakfast with you, make love, have sex, dump Seunghyun, have dinner with your parents, be by your side, supporting you. Knowing that I’m enough for you with all my flaws. That’s my resolution.” You say resting your chin on his chest looking at him.

There is a heart stopping smile that spreads through his lips, his kiss is soft and short, but you don’t mind. You have a lot of time for more, a whole new year for kisses and Jimin.

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balloons - e. yeager x reader

-i wrote this from my english class as the last assignment for the school year. The prompts was to use one of the pictures provided and tie it to my writing. I did that while thinking of eren because he’s always on my mind.

-this is very soft and i’m posting this because it felt right to do so and i haven’t posted much in here in months because of school. now that school is almost over is two days and i’ll be a senior i’ll have more free time (during the summer)

-also sorry if its theres typos, i wrote this is like 30 minutes because it is due today at 11:59 pm

content warning: fluff ; softness ; mentions of mention illness (since its mental health awareness month) ; eren and reader are soft for each other.

characters: eren yeager ; afab!reader

The beach is a beautiful place.

On a nice warm sunny day where the wind is a breeze. Children can be heard laughing and the waves are calming. The breeze is something that helps her calm down from anxiety. The waves help her focus her mind. The people help her not feel so lonely.

She often goes to the beach when life feels like too much. She’s in college so her life is stressful. Not as stressful as she was in high school. Her plan is to become an artist. Unlike other parents who sometimes support their children. Her parents are somewhat supportive. They’re scared she won’t make enough money to support herself. But she reassures them that she can handle it.

But what she doesn’t tell them or anyone is that she can’t handle everything. Life is currently kicking her butt, so she goes to the beach. On the boardwalk, there’s various things. Cotton candy, popcorn, hotdogs, ice cream, burgersm, and balloons. Whenever she was upset as a child her father would give her a balloon to cheer her up. Or as she accomplished something great he’d gifted her many balloons.

Wanting to keep that tradition because he’s miles away. She buys herself three balloons and ties them to her wrist. Maybe the balloons would make her worries float away. Or maybe she would float away. Either way it would be nice for just a few minutes. She stays there until the only thing she can hear are the sounds of a few people talking and the sounds of the waves getting louder. It’s almost midnight when she decides to leave. She gets up with the balloons still tied to her wrist and talks all the way home. Her anxiety has calmed down and she can focus again. Now at home, she opens the door to reveal a worried boyfriend. He understood she needed space and gave her space. But to him this felt like too much.

“I’m okay my love.” She tells him and smiles. “I was just worried sweetheart, you were out for too long. But I knew you needed space so I gave you space.” He mumbles into the crook of her neck. They missed each other, even if it was only a few hours. They looked at each other with so much love and as if on cue, one of the balloons hits his head. And before he can say anything, she beats him to it.

“I got us balloons from the beach. I got them in green because they reminded me of you. Of your eyes that I love.” She says before the both of them laugh. Balloons were all they needed. A child typically loves balloons because they’re something fun and colorful. It makes them happy. And well the college student, well she’s a child at heart.

#marsandsaturn©️#attack on titan #eren yeager #aot eren #eren x reader #shingeki no kyojin #eren jaeger x reader #eren aot #eren attack on titan #snk eren #eren jaeger #eren fluff #eren jaeger fluff

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fillinforlater · 2 years

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One year in the rearview mirror

On September 12th 2021 I posted my very first k-pop fic. With the encouragement and editing help of my favorite writer @worldsover “Castle of A Thousand Spiders” became the start of my official Tumblr writing career. A journey which has been an absolute blast from the start and my chance to meet lot’s of talented, like-minded k-pop fans.

Let’s take a short look back (I promise I won’t make this as long as I had planned out in my head. You all have other things to do in your lives xD)

Okay, to be honest, you now tapped the “Read more” line and I, uhm, have no clue what to do now. Like, do I just talk about my accomplishments? My development? Numbers and stats? All those amazing writers, editors, friends I met and made along the way? Do I just give big shout outs to you, the reader, who made this possible? Do I just post the BIG fic I have (almost) ready for you?

Dude, I have no idea xD I’d feel bad to leave out someone, to not mention something big and important or not praise all the amazing fics others have written over this one year span and way before that. I’m basically scrambling to find an idea. Hmmmmm.

I have something. I’ll just do a collection of Top 5′s for certain topics I like and maybe you will enjoy that. This is gonna be fanfic and k-pop focused as fuck and some lists are outdated, but whatever. Let’s get started!

Top 5 favorite K-Pop Songs of all Time

Damn, I love kpop. Of the 2079 Songs in my kpop playlist, hundred are deeply burned into my heart. Luckily, I regularly do lists to rank them and the current one is as follows.

5. Pray (I’ll Be Your Man) - BTOB

4. OPEN YOUR EYES - IZ*ONE

3. Answer - ATEEZ

2. LOVE DIVE - IVE

1. We are Bulletproof: the Eternal - BTS

I fucking LOVE all these songs! Literally my favorites ever!

Next one:

Top 5 favorite K-Pop Groups

Disclaimer: this list is old. I will redo it in the (very) near future, so take it with a big grain of salt. This ranking will definitely change, but as of... 9 months ago... this is my Top 5:

5. NCT

4. Dreamcatcher

3. TWICE

2. IZ*ONE

1. BTS

Up to the next:

Top 5 favorite K-Pop Idols

Those that know me as just the girl group smut writer, seeing BTS at No. 1 twice was probably kinda surprising. This will change now. No male idols in my Top 5! This does not make it easier to rank them... it’s impossible, I just adore them so much:

5. Kim Gaeul - IVE

4. Kwon Eunbi - IZ*ONE

3. Kim Dahyun - TWICE

2. Ahn Yujin - IVE

1. Kim Minju - IZ*ONE

(But that’s basically just two groups---yeah I don’t care lol)

Top 5 favorite Fanfics of myself

It’s kinda fun to ask myself this question and to compare how my own favorites stack up to my most popular pieces. Let’s take a look!

5. You asked for it ft. Yeojin (830 Notes! One of my most popular fics!)

4. Legendary Cookies ft. Yuri, Sakura, Eunbi, Hyewon, Minju (636 Notes! Nice!)

3. Blonde: Chapter I ft. Gaeul (female reader fluff) (155 Notes. Expected, but I really appreciate that there is people who like this :D)

2. Loathing Love: Lucky Loser ft. Eunbi, Hyewon (706 Notes! Insane!)

1. Classmating ft. Minju (689 Notes! Amazing!)

Top 5 favorite Fanfics of other writers

Yeah, no, that’s just impossible. Do not take this list as my ultimate statement on my favorite fics, I’ll just list 5 incredible fics y’all should read.

5. Crybaby by @iznsfw

4. Scoring Position by @writerpeach

3. Movie Night by @existslikepristin

2. Cherry Blossom Blooming and Aegyo Avoidance by @ggidolsmuts

1. Upper Floor Lower by @worldsover

(ey, those are six---I could’ve only put Levi here, okay?!)

Dammit, it’s after midnight. I missed my own writer birthday hard lmao.

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this. From 0 to 3360 in 365 days with one fic over 900 Notes! That’s just unbelievable. Thank you.

No wait.

THANK YOU! <3 <3 <3

I love you all. Stay awesome.

#anniversary #kpop smut

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denimbex1986 · 5 months

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'The second of Doctor Who’s 60th anniversary specials has arrived, delivered in almost total secrecy that did a lot to stoke fan speculation and theories. Not only were shots from this episode conspicuously few and far-between in the promotional material, no advance copies were made available to the press, which is why you might be reading this slightly later than normal.

Honestly, I’m still not sure what all the fuss was about. The need for secrecy, I mean. The fandom was absolutely stoked, of course, theorising and piecing together the words-not-spoken to create the expectation of a multi-Doctor, madcap romp befitting a 60th Anniversary Special. Get out of here, “The Day of the Doctor!” Fie on your lack of CGI Eccleston! This is clearly set aboard the Memory-TARDIS!

That… was not a thing that happened tonight. But before we get to that, it’s only right and proper to talk about the things this episode actually did accomplish, and there are quite a few of them.

Far from being a romp of multiple Doctors, companions, villains or anything else, this story was as close to a two-hander as we’ve had in a good long while. Perhaps Scott Handcock (welcome!) is already showing his Big Finish pedigree, since he served as script editor there for many years, but despite the truly lavish sets (and… well we’ll get to the VFX) this is very much a tale exploring how the Doctor and Donna relate to one another, in isolation, during their post ‘Doctor-Donna’ entanglement.

Let’s rewind a bit. The Isaac Newton pre-title sequence is cute, lifted slightly by the fact they change history and then keep saying “mavity” for the rest of the episode. (It’ll throw off every “Where to start with Doctor Who” video if that quirk sticks for the next 60 years.) Next, the Doctor and Donna arrive – well, smash themselves into – something that’s probably a spaceship, and an entity is clearly watching them while an emotionless, computerised voice says… “Fenslaw.” Fenslore? Trenzalore? Coleslaw? I dunno.

The TARDIS is gone, perhaps removed by the reactivation of its Hostile Activation Displacement System. (I could rant at length about the wisdom of this ‘feature’ even existing, but we’re on a ticking clock here. What is Den of Geek without its Doctor Who review?)

Whenever the voice speaks, the physical layout of the ship shifts. Panels turn, lights flicker, and it’s all a bit Event Horizon. This isn’t stopping the Doctor and Donna from summoning a tuk-tuk and heading down the Very Long Corridor, though, passing a Very Old Robot as they do until they get to the control room (for a life-form with a bum) and confirming that they are indeed on a spaceship. Not a starship, though, for there’s an astonishing lack of stars…

So. The tone of this episode, if we’re replaying the Tennant/Tate hits, is “Midnight”. It’s the unknowable, inscrutable aliens who function on blue-and-orange morality, and just like “Midnight”, they’re copycats. Unlike that episode, the fact that they can and will communicate, if only to predate and hasten their own agenda, somewhat robs them of their scary-factor.

This isn’t to suggest that there aren’t genuine chills to be had when we, gentle viewers, first realise that the Doctor and Donna aren’t really talking to one another as they start to fix the ship. But by the third-such encounter the conceit is starting to wear thin. You can only riff on “But only I would know, except then only YOU would know…” for so long.

The lengthy middle act is made up of a lot of this banter, and it’s a little too often that the imposters are revealed by weird, uncanny CGI arms or other distorted body parts, gangling, dangling and twisting in unnatural ways, rather than being found out through intellect. Sometimes the resultant transmogrification works, and sometimes (like when the fake-Doctor twists under his own torso and starts scuttling along like Zoidberg) there are chase scenes that harken back to “The Lazarus Experiment”, which was even in its time derided for being a bit visually crap. Giant tangled messes of Doctor/Donna parts with inflated features and Brobdingnagian grasping hands don’t help.

“Midnight” might have been right never to show us the monsters.

Lore-hounds will likely have sat bolt-upright and then been a bit saddened when Tennant’s usage of salt suggests that maybe, maybe this pair of nameless aliens are Vampires, the long-past enemy of the Time Lords, but this is not to be. And having discovered that the ship’s captain activated a very slow self-destruct (at the hands of the Very Old Robot) and with the nameless aliens inexorably as clued-in as our actual heroes, the race is on as to whether the teams will commandeer the ship, or destroy it and prevent the copycats’ threat from ever reaching our universe.

What really works in these final moments is the terror that the Doctor really did take the wrong Donna into the TARDIS before the ship exploded. Just for a moment, that feels like a sickening possibility. It’s also really undercut when we learn that he noticed a tiny, Sherlockian detail about Donna’s wrists that viewers would have been oblivious to, but then, that’s the Doctor for you. At least he didn’t lick her.

The TARDIS makes it back to Earth where – surprise AND delight! – we’re greeted by Bernard Cribbins, reprising his performance as Wilfred Mott in the one episode of this trilogy nobody predicted he’d show up in. It’s lovely to see him again, even if his role is a little expositional, and that’s us for this week.

I think the perception of this episode will change over time, once it’s divorced from hype and marketing and nestled in a long iPlayer/Disney+ list to be enjoyed in its turn. It is absolutely fine. There are some janky VFX (still Doctor Who, then) contrasting some glorious set design. Murray Gold’s score is stellar as always.

That said, I suspect the aggressive secrecy and resulting hype, which never quite got paid off, might salt the discourse – for this weekend, at least. But it’s understandable in hindsight! How can you show footage from a story that’s pretty much just two Doctors and two Donnas without spoiling the entire premise?

Even so, perhaps this particular outing might have been better served parked for Ncuti Gatwa and Millie Gibson, who could still have had genuine reason to distrust each other, trying to take the measure of their new travelling companion, rather than 15-years-long friends trying to catch one another out via trivia.

Viewed through the lens of a 60th Anniversary Special treated with over-the-top secrecy, this doesn’t quite work. It’s also too disconnected to form the middle act as a trilogy of ‘movies’, which is how Disney+ seems to be classifying them, if this is how we’re meant to be thinking of the Fourteenth Doctor’s arc. As a standalone story, I enjoyed it more, though it’s not likely to catapult itself into my top 10 thanks to a few too many variants on the central copycat dilemma...'

#Wild Blue Yonder #Midnight #The Lazarus Experiment #David Tennant #Catherine Tate #Donna Noble #Doctor Who #60th Anniversary #Millie Gibson #Ncuti Gatwa #Bernard Cribbins #Wilfred Mott #Murray Gold

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asklordofthelost · 1 year

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Death’s Story

Hello, everyone! Since it has been some time since an ask has been answered, and I haven’t made any posts regarding the canon surrounding its timeline plus Death himself, I figured I should put out a more in-depth written timeline so people don’t have to comb through the blog to understand all of it (especially since it was more on the random and silly side at the start, though there is no actual ongoing storyline to this blog).

This can also be considered a retcon of sorts for information revolving around Death’s past, whether it be from headcanon-based posts or asks.

As a note, this is all based on my own interpretation of the series and while I’m completely okay with people making fan art based on it, I’d rather not have my ideas used for anyone’s interpretations. Basic things like a character’s personality are fine, as it’s based on what’s seen in the series, but events I’ve made up for Death’s story (and a certain pair of twins down the line) are things I’m very proud to have put together myself, so I’d ask to please use your own imaginations for your own versions of the characters!

That being said, the full summarized story is below the Read More. It’s fairly long, so it’s suggested to be in a good place to read before checking it out (that or it can always be read a little at a time)! I’ve even separated it into sections to make it a little easier to navigate.

Trigger warning: There are vague mentions of suicide and clear mentions of child abuse and neglect in certain areas.

Unfortunately, I could not avoid these as they are essential to the story. If these are triggering for you, I’d advise doing what’s best for your mental health and avoiding this post if need be.

Beginnings

Death is an entity who came into being from the forgotten skull of a deceased person from ancient times. This is in connection to Midnight Horror School, where forgotten objects and the like become sentient and alive – although instead of being brought to life inside the school where the series takes place, his revival, plus many others, was a phenomenon which the school was founded on.

While young, Death was taught by Mr. Salaman in order to hone his skills, or his “wonder” in communing with the dead and guiding them. This was highly necessary for him to learn, as souls from reality were ending up in the alternate dimension where they resided at a more rapid pace, since society was shifting towards a more work-centric lifestyle where stress was more common.

Mr. Salaman was the one who gifted Death’s cap. Sweden’s flag was not quite established at the time, but its previous iteration, which was for naval and war purposes, had been. Why his teacher chose this nation is unknown, but it could be assumed it was because Death’s skull originated from that general area. (Iwata’s reasoning behind Death’s design cannot be applied in canon – The Seventh Seal came out in 1957, and his graduation was far before then).

During graduation, Death’s scythe materialized before him as he realized his true power to sever souls’ ties to reality. Once this was accomplished, he was set out to find where he was to go and what he was to do – which eventually led him to discovering the entrance to the Lost World high in the sky. There were already many souls in need of his ability to pass on in peace, so he started work right away.

Rise of Gregory House

Although busy, Death was pretty content with his job and its natural flow until everything suddenly changed. Not as many souls were appearing, which left gaps in time where he was left wondering why this was happening. Out of curiosity, he left the Lost World to find a hotel had been established far below the gate to his little pocket dimension. One which, curiously, drew in quite a few of the souls he was supposed to save.

He took it upon himself to go over and find out what was going on. Inside, he met Gregory, who gave him the impression he was merely helping the souls relax before passing, while those who had lost their way from reality were to stay until they were ready to go back. At first glance, it really seemed like he was telling the truth… and maybe he was, at the start.

Suspicions only rose higher and higher as the number of souls who arrived to the Lost World dwindled. Given the ample opportunities he had to go visit Gregory House, he made some disturbing discoveries: Monster people were popping up out of nowhere, and very few souls were actually roaming the halls.

Stumbling into Gregory Mama’s room was the final straw for him. So many souls were contained in glass bottles, lining up the shelves. She was in the middle of consuming one of them when he barged in, which elicited a confrontation. Death demanded the souls to be let go, only to be redirected to Gregory who he tried to reason with to stop her… but there was reluctance. Death wanted to settle things peacefully, without having to take drastic action, yet he was given no choice.

Unfortunately, he was no match for Gregory Mama’s powerful magic, and a curse was placed on him to cause him pain every time he tried to enter the hotel. This did not stop him from snooping, however, as his powers developed enough to let him open dimensional windows to peer through. When he finally learned that the monsters living there were originally humans from reality, he attempted to save a young boy from this fate, only to be stopped by Gregory Mama. The hex placed on him was strengthened, and he was rendered unable to enter the building at any capacity, lest he collapse on himself.

Since there was not much he could do, Death ventured to reality to see if there was anything he could do in order to stop this madness. But try as he might to reason with people, to assure them life was worth it, he scared them far too much. So, he returned home, and began calculating potential plans to foil the rat family’s schemes.

The Last Train

When he returned to his own dimension, it would appear that humans were not the only ones struggling. Gregory had gone missing from the looks of things, and in order to find him, he followed a curious James to a train station he did not recall existing in the first place. On the train itself, Gregory had been riding it with no destination in mind, seeking to escape from his own work. In truth, he was stuck on an endless journey, with plenty of lost souls joining for the ride.

Sticking to the shadows, Death watched and waited for the right opportunity to approach. It was clear Gregory was having second thoughts, and the compassion he had for others had not been snuffed out. He could see it through his willingness to aid several, even if his own selfish actions caused the untimely demises of a few – or so the train wanted him to believe. It made Death wonder if it was trying to teach Gregory something, and it might have been.

The train’s blackout was his chance to set things straight, especially since the vehicle was fueled on the power of souls. He made his appearance in the engine room, and attempted to plant the seed required for Gregory to understand that souls were not just a source of energy to be exploited, and had feelings of their own. To keep the Lost World’s location safe, he lied about knowing where it was and how to bring the souls of the train to it, hoping Gregory would find out through sheer determination alone.

But it was not enough. Gregory had failed, given up, and shifted his resolve elsewhere, towards what he had always known. In doing so, the train was brought to Gregory House instead, dooming the souls aboard and becoming a toy replica in the process. All of the visions of guests he had met on his trip would eventually become a part of the hotel’s ever-expanding list of permanent residents, which Gregory adapted to in his own way.

The First Guest

This result and the subsequent losses he had to witness from afar left Death embittered for a time. His voice had become sullen and grave, as opposed to his calmer and friendlier tone, and he forced himself to focus on his work until another arrival to the hotel caught his eye. A businessman endeavoring to escape his life of endless work and familial expectations had become Gregory’s next target. He was far more ordinary compared to the others he had seen wind up in this place, and yet, he somehow had the guts to try and find a way back to reality.

At the end of the man’s journey, Death tested his resolve to return home as Gregory’s ghastly true form tailed him from behind, asking if he truly wanted to return to a boring life full of repetitive daily routines. Much to Death’s surprise, he said yes, and while he was not entirely sure if he was telling the truth, Death did sever his bond with the ghost and let him go, only to be met with disappointment not long after. As he should have expected, Stephen Haniwa returned to the hotel and became a permanent guest.

Gregory Gallery Tour

Amazingly, Haniwa’s relevance did not end there. Not long after shifting form, he was dragged off by Gregory to a new attraction connected to the hotel, the Gregory Gallery. While this did catch Death’s attention, he found it pretty irrelevant up until Gregory had somehow fed a soul to the portrait of Gregory Mama, which had dangerous implications. What made matters worse was that a portrait of himself was on display, with a replica of his scythe seated in front of it.

Rage began to boil as Gregory began to weave lies about who Death was as an entity, painting him to be malevolent one. Furious, his voice boomed throughout the museum, and he reminded Haniwa of what had become of him. Bestowing his power onto the duplicate scythe, Death encouraged the businessman to swing at an encroaching Gregory, who had taken his horrific ethereal form once more.

Although the blade missed its mark and slammed into the floor, the power imbued within it caused the entire gallery to come crumbling down. This set Haniwa’s soul free, allowing him to find a new life at a desert city, while Gregory had to recover from the loss. Death was given some time to breathe before the next exceptional guest was to arrive. In that time, he calmed considerably enough to sound like his usual self again.

The Second Guest

While taking care of his usual rounds, Death was caught off-guard by one particular soul belonging to a lady who was supposed to be alive, separated from her own body. These incidents had been growing in frequency, but what was notable about this particular one was that the body was about to be sacrificed by Mono-Eye Wizard and his followers – all to summon him, much to his chagrin. Although he addressed the problem with humor, deep down he was pretty suspicious about the whole ordeal, and as soon as she went back, he watched and understood why something was off.

For the first time, he witnessed a guest who was so fed up with her misfortunes that she retaliated, and quite violently, at that. This gave Gregory more than enough reason to be rid of her quickly, to be gifted to his mother as always. Despite these attempts, this woman came close to escaping, but was distracted by a raging inferno caused by resident Neko Zombie, who was spurred to act by her own compassion towards him. She was urged to sacrifice herself to the flames, so that the hotel may fall for good, but she was too frozen in fear to act.

It burnt down, yet Gregory and his family persisted in the form of living cadavers. And, much to Death’s dismay, the first person to have ever fought back so persistently had become one of them. The hotel reconstructed itself in an instant, and it was as if nothing ever happened, with the exception of a new permanent guest living within the old building.

Much was learned that day. Everyone living within Gregory House, plus the house itself, were immortal. If Gregory and his mother were ever to be thwarted, someone would have to be willing to do what Gregory’s new sister could not, for the hotel itself was likely tied to the existence of one’s fears and doubts. Given the nature of this dimension, Death had to wonder if making a self-sacrifice would even physically harm the person. Was it perhaps much like how his scythe’s blade separated one’s soul from reality?

An Ally

In the coming years, the questions built as Death kept an eye on the hotel and inspected it from afar. Due to his curse, he was hesitant to come near the place to do any investigating of his own. Day in, day out, all he could do was watch between his rounds. Nothing seemed to change until an oddity occurred unprompted.

Right before his very eyes, the tormented cat who gave Gregory the most trouble appeared out of thin air, floating in the space he called home. It was a perplexing ordeal for the both of them, but after conversing for a time, they discovered Neko Zombie had fallen asleep, a rarity for him, and was somehow projected to the Lost World in his dreams. Why? He was the only resident who remembered his past life, and was the only one who had been an animal, no less. While he had grown more aggressive due to his cruel treatment, his soul remained uncorrupted and pure.

Neither had spoken before, but they could both tell they had the same goal. If Gregory House was to fall, they would have to work together – one being an outsider who could make a path to reality, and the other being an insider with knowledge on the hotel and its guests. Thus, the two discussed a potential plan for the future.

Soul Collector

Death and Neko Zombie’s plan came into effect on a fateful night where a pair of extraordinary humans arrived at Gregory House. They were twins, a boy and a girl, by the names of Hiroshi and Hiroko. Not long after they had been given a room, Neko Zombie yowled for their attention and let them in on the details once they unlocked his cell and entered.

Both were in disbelief of what the mangled cat told them to do: to collect lost souls from the monstrous-looking guests and bring them to Death himself. In truth, they were originally meant to steal from Gregory Mama, but an accident of James’s doing sent many souls out into the halls, which were caught by multiple residents who would be much easier to deal with. Neko Zombie did not tell them anything about the true boss and omitted anything related to her from his explanation, for their sakes.

None of this made sense to the twins, and they thought they were just having a vivid nightmare. Regardless, they followed his instructions to go to bed and it soon became clear that they were not dreaming.

To their horror and amazement, the grim reaper himself did appear to them in their dreams. Sporting a rather goofy voice and personality, so as not to frighten them, Death explained that while the front door used to be kept unlocked, it had been latched in recent days to prevent complications with newer human guests. If they were to escape, they needed the power of the souls they would gather to force it open. Death detested the idea of putting two kids in danger, but they were already doomed the moment they stepped through those double doors.

Over the past several days the two had stayed at the hotel, Death learned about them more and more each time they visited him. Hiroshi was the quieter, more self-conscious of the two, and was more suited to tasks which required sneaking and gathering intel. Hiroko was far more energetic and reckless, which made her the designated risk-taker and runner. Of the two, the latter was the one who was injured the most by the guests, and needed Death to heal her frequently. Luckily, the souls they gave him could do just that.

Although Hiroshi and Hiroko had to trick the guests in order to secure the souls, they were actually good kids and did not deserve to be placed here, much like many others in the past. Whenever they spoke, the two were nothing but respectful and thankful to Death (although Hiroko was much more informal). It was a strange and new feeling for the reaper, to be able to speak with people so frequently and be seen as a friend. Their smiles were something he found himself wanting to protect, even more so when they eventually opened up to him about their past.

The reason they had ended up in this hellish limbo was due to the abuse and neglect of their parents, which they told Death about towards the end of their journey. It broke his heart to learn of this, and brought him great concern regarding their futures. He had to ask himself, “What would become of them, once they return to reality?”

Death constantly worried and fretted over this on the final day. No matter the outcome, he was afraid they would never be happy. Either their souls would be consumed, or they would go back to living a life where they were unwanted. He sincerely wished there was another option, perhaps even to care for them himself, but that was impossible. Being what he was, and living where he was, they would not survive.

Matters only worsened when it became apparent his and Neko Zombie’s plan had been found out. Not long after the souls were set loose to open the front doors, the entrance was immediately locked by none other than Gregory Mama herself, who awaited the kids’ arrival. They were captured and imprisoned downstairs, which spurred Neko Zombie to act and free them. The last thing he could do was give some final words of encouragement before they went out to face the wicked witch.

A boss battle was not what they were expecting to end things off with in the slightest, although Hiroko was pretty jazzed about it. Together, they outsmarted Gregory Mama into busting the doors open and made their escape. Gregory, in a last-ditch effort, shed his usual form and chased after them, attempting to coax them back by reminding them of the lives they ran away from.

They refused to listen, and met Death at the gateway to reality, which he opened for them. Heartfelt goodbyes were shared, and the reaper was pulled into a hug from them both, catching him off-guard. It hurt, knowing he had to let them go. Was this how friends usually felt, when they had to say farewell?

Two last things were bestowed upon him before the twins were to leave. As a parting gift, they gave him two handkerchiefs: one blue and striped, like the shirt Hiroshi wore, and one pink with a flower pattern on it, much like the design on Hiroko’s shirt. They thanked Death for everything he had done, and told him to thank Neko Zombie as well.

And thus, Hiroshi and Hiroko went on home, hoping that, together, they could tackle reality with the confidence they had gained over the course of their stay at Gregory House. Death, too, had held this hope in his very own soul…

Reality

Death really wanted it to end differently, for once. For a human guest or two to return home and never look back. Those kids were tough, he assured himself, and as the days passed, his fear dwindled.

But it was not to be. His hopes were betrayed the moment they stepped through those doors again.

He could not bear it, watching history repeat itself. An overwhelming agony overtook him, as, not long after they entered, their shapes shifted. They became a pair of what were infamously known as Trap Mice to the residents of the hotel, which were robotic mice programmed to attack whatever drew near to them – including their own kind.

In an act of unintentional mercy, it did not come to that. They were immediately shut down and stowed away in the hotel’s basement, where they would gather dust forever. To Gregory and his family, it was a fitting punishment for a “no-good pair of troublemakers,” who had caused them the most grief out of any human guest.

The fate of Hiroshi and Hiroko left a deep scar in Death’s psyche. It happened so quickly, yet it still haunts him to this day. Forcing himself to carry on, he takes care of his work and strives to save as many souls as he can without being hindered, though there are times when he cannot help but sit there, brooding over the closest friends he ever had.

They were gone, just like that. And he feels could have done something to stop it.

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