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• Alpträume (German, nightmares)

Warnings: nightmares, talks about trauma & killing, magical rituals, she is all sappy with them, Yoongi is so loved, i fucking can’t anymore, this chapter made me cry so hard istfg, he is so loved!, Yoongi *jumps into lava*, he needs to be fucking stopped, I don’t want him anymore, I do but omfg please STOP MIN YOONGI

Wordcount: 10.9k

a/n: idk what to say anymore i just want them to be happy

The air is burning you. You can’t breathe. You feel helpless. Alone. Scared. The shadow is staring at you. There in the corner. Its eyes are white. The body is blacker than the night. Unmoving. Stalking. Watching. Observing.

There.

You feel danger seeping from it. It is not your friend. You feel it.

Stalking. Watching. Observing.

“Hello?” you call out to it.

The eyes appear and disappear in slow blinks.

“What do you want from me?” you ask it.

It disappears only to appear closer to you.

You can’t move away. It is coming closer and you can’t move away.

“Please leave me alone.”

Blink. Blink. Blink.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry I didn’t want to kill you”, you sob, “please leave me alone.”

The shadow disappears and appears right in front of you.

“No!” you exclaim, pushing at it only to push air instead. You woke up, but still feel as if you are dreaming. You sit up.

Lights turn on.

“It’s okay, I’m here”, Yoongi says, hurrying to your side inhumanly fast. He places his hands on your arm, looking at you with worried eyes, “I’m here now, love.”

“Yoongi”, you press out, letting out a little sob afterwards. You even press your eyes closed, sinking in on yourself.

“It’s okay, nothing can hurt you anymore”, he whispers, hugging you against his chest. He sways your bodies from side to side, “you’re okay now.”

“I’m not okay, I’m so scared”, you hiccup, shaking in his arms.

“I know, but I’m here now. I’ll keep you safe.”

“I can’t take it anymore. I can’t sleep without having nightmares. I’m so scared.”

“I know love, I know. Fuck princess, I’m so sorry this is happening to you”, he says, cradling you against him tighter. He kisses the crown of your head, resting his cheek on it afterwards, “should I make you dream again? Nice ones about your plants, how does that sound?” he offers.

“No, please don’t make me go back to sleep, please”, you beg him.

“Okay, you don’t have to. Come on, let’s take a walk”, he says, picking you up from bed to carry you out of the room.

He only sets you down so you can put on your shoes and he can close your coat neatly. He gives you his beanie, pulling it over your ears to keep you warm.

He was actually on his way out for a quick hunt when he sensed your distress. He realised that he began sensing it ever since a few weeks. It only really works up to a certain distance before it stops, but if you are still close enough to him, he feels a heavy lump of unease in his chest whenever you are in any sort of distress. He hurried back to you the second this lump began to form and arrived just when you woke. The room reeked of fear as he stumbled into it.

You still smell of it even now, outside and far away from bed. You are clutching him so tightly it feels as if you were scared that he might disappear.

Yoongi has his arm draped around you, keeping you safe.

“Is this real?” you ask him.

“Yes princess, this is real”, he promises you.

“I woke up so many times lately only to realise that I was still dreaming. I don’t know what’s real anymore.”

“This is real, princess. I’m real”, he takes your hand to place it on his chest.

You and him stop right under a streetlamp.

“This lamp is real”, he says, guiding your hand to it. The metal feels cold and wet on your palm, “feel it?”

You nod your head.

“Describe it to me.”

“It’s cold and wet.”

“Good job. Now how many fingers am I holding up”, he says, lifting his hand. There are eight fingers on his hand.

The shadow is behind him.

“No. No. Nononono. Please.”

“Princess, wake up”, Yoongi’s voice reaches you.

You flinch and wake. The lights are turned on. Yoongi is hovering over you with his hands clasping your face. He is frowning in worry.

“Hey there, hey”, he whispers, wiping your tears away, “I’m here now. You’re safe.”

“Please leave me alone”, you beg, sobbing in pure fear. This isn’t real again. This is just another dream. Any second now and the shadow will appear. “Please, I’m so sorry. Please leave me alone, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay, my love. You’re not dreaming anymore.”

“You said that before”, you choke out between sobs, shaking your head weakly.

“But it’s the truth. Trust me.”

You shake your head.

“Then ask me something. Something only I can know.”

You look at him, sniffling like crazy.

Yoongi smiles reassuringly, caressing your cheek.

“Did..did I i-invite you inside instantly?” you know that the real Yoongi will know what you mean by the cryptic question.

“No, you didn’t. You wanted to water your plants, that’s why we were at your place. In the hallway, we quarrelled about whether or not we should attack Alpha and then you pretended not to invite me inside.”

“And then?”

“Well, eventually you did and I ended up pressing you against the door and telling you not to play with me.”

“What did you knee do?”

“It was between your legs.”

“Yoongi”, you press out, eyes filling with relieved tears.

“It’s me, it’s your Yoongi Boongie”, he says softly, wiping your tears away the second they roll down your face.

“My Yoongi Boongie”, you whisper, reaching up to cup his face, “you’re actually here.”

“Yes my princess, I’m here”, he assures you, leaning down to kiss your forehead, “you’re safe now.”

“I’m so, so s-scared”, you stutter, shaking in fear.

“I know, I can smell it. You don’t have to be anymore, I’m keeping you safe.”

Yoongi watches with a heavy heart as you continue to shake. He hurts for you. He doesn’t want you to suffer.

“Should we leave the room for a little? Put some distance between all of this?”

You nod your head, letting him pull you to your feet. He dresses you in one of his hoodies to keep you warm then guides you outside.

The hallways of Fredrick’s mansion are narrow and long. Darkness hangs in the air and the silence is deafening. You are shivering like crazy, clutching Yoongi as if your life depended on it. The hallways are so dark. This is like in your dream. Dark corridors, silence and shadows waiting to get to you. Panic fills your veins. This is your dream. You are still dreaming.

“No”, you press out, suddenly refusing to move, “no please don’t. No.”

Yoongi, who felt you begin to fight him, turns to you. You are trying to get out of his hold, leaning all of your weight into it.

“No! Leave me alone, please!”

“Hey, my love”, he says, taking your hands, “you’re safe.”

“No, this is- no please”, you beg, fighting him so roughly that he stumbles into you.

“Careful”, he says.

“I don’t want to do this anymore, please. I’m sorry”, you beg. Your eyes are glued to the dark hallway. Any second now and the shadow will appear. Suzy is coming. You can sense it. You fight him harder, stumble away, “please don’t do this, please.”

“___”, he says and cradles your face, tilting it so you are looking at him and only him. His eyes are widened, racing between yours quickly, “look at me.”

“I’m sorry, please believe me.”

“My lovely, hey”, Yoongi gives your cheeks a soft squeeze, “you’re safe and nothing will hurt you right now.”

His voice is loud. Not because he is yelling at you or is in any way angry at you, but because he needs you to hear him. You reek of such intense fear that Yoongi’s stomach twists. He never smelled such dark and sickening anxiety on you.

“She’ll come for me”, you choke out, shaking like crazy.

Yoongi shakes his head vigorously.

“Nobody will come for you. You’re with me now. You’re safe. You’re awake. And I’m here now. Please listen to me, I’m here”, he assures you, pulling your face closer until he can kiss your forehead gently, “I’m here. You’re awake with me.”

You exhale and with it return to him. All it took was that one contact. That one whisper. That one touch. You are with him again. Yoongi can smell it too. You are still anxious and scared but at least you aren’t consumed by it anymore.

“Yoongi”, you choke out, sobbing so quietly it borders a whimper. Like that of a puppy being hurt.

“Talk to me if you can. What’s scary right now?” he speaks gently, running his thumbs back and forth on your temples. No magic is used. He doesn’t need to, because you’ll always be able to find comfort in his presence.

“The, the darkness.”

“Mhm I see. It’s really dark, isn’t it?” he says and kisses the slope of your nose, “we can go back to the room if you want to.”

“No, please don’t make me go back.”

“I won’t, my love. So we’ll continue here, yeah?”

“I’m scared.”

“I know, but I’m here. We just have to go downstairs and to the kitchen and then we’ll have light again. Can you do that?”

“I don’t know”, you move your head so you can look into his eyes. Tears roll down your cheeks, “I’m so scared.”

“Okay, I understand”, he speaks gently, “then close your eyes and let me carry you. I won’t let go.”

You whimper quietly, switching between looking at his left and right eye. You are scared to close them.

“What if, what if she gets me that way?”

“She won’t, trust me. I’m here.”

You hesitate.

“Close your eyes, my love”, he whispers and places his hand on your forehead to run it down your face slowly. Like this, he brushes it over your eyes as well, making them fall closed, “there we go, keep them close. You’re doing so well, princess love”, he praises and runs his hands to your cheeks, “how’s that?”

“Not scary.”

“Yeah? Good job, love. Keep them closed”, he whispers, listening to the sigh of relief you let out, “I’ll lift you now, okay?”

“Okay”, you breathe, lifting your arms so he can pick you up easier.

You fall into him, hiding your face in the crook of his neck. He smells like Yoongi. He is real. No amount of dark, twisted magic could fool you now. Nothing could recreate the way he smells and how he makes you feel because of it. Safe. Oh so safe. He is real and as long as he is holding you, nobody can get to you.

Yoongi bounces you in his arms twice then his grip on you is secured.

“Let’s go”, he says and carries you through the darkness safely, “just keep them closed, love. I’m right here.”

You aren’t scared, knowing that for as long as you keep your eyes closed, he will make sure that nothing happens to you.

Fredrick doesn’t keep human food in his kitchen, but ordered his servants to buy stuff for you. Neither he nor his servants are in the kitchen. Yoongi switches the lights on and sits you down on the counter.

He stays close, allowing you to hug him. You are still shaking. Not as much as you did in the hallway, but it is still present.

“Do you want some tea?” he offers, caressing your back.

You nod your head and so Yoongi prepares tea for you while you sit on the counter and try not to cry again. Once the tea is done, he takes you back into his arm, carrying the mug with the other hand. He sits down with you on the rocking chair which Fredrick keeps in one corner of the kitchen. It is made out of rattan and is painted white. Pillows make sitting comfortable and a woollen blanket waits to be used. Yoongi drapes it over your legs, making sure that you are tugged in thoroughly. You are sitting on him sideways. There are three windows with low window sills behind the chair, showing the dark night. Yoongi makes sure to turn the chair in a way so that he would look outside while you could look at the bright kitchen. No darkness will torture you again. Not for as long as he can prevent it.

“There we go”, he says, “here’s your tea.”

“Thanks”, you barely get the word out and accept the mug.

Yoongi doesn’t mind how slowly you move or how quietly you talk, holding you safely and rocking the chair just enough that it feels soothing. You don’t say a lot, but he doesn’t mind. He sits with you in silence, scratching your back and keeping his hand on your knee. You drink the tea slowly, staring at the ground with heavy, sleepy eyes. He knows that you are aching for more sleep, but that fear of another nightmare is keeping you awake.

You take another sip of the tea, clutching the mug with both hands.

“How is the tea?” he asks you in a soft voice.

“Good. You make the best tea”, you whisper.

Yoongi chuckles, “I sure hope I do”, he says, placing his hand on your thigh to rub it gently.

You exhale loudly, falling into him. Your head is resting on his shoulder, your weight is against his chest.

“I’m so tired”, you confess in a trembling voice.

“I know”, he kisses your forehead, keeping his lips against it afterwards, “just close your eyes and fall asleep, I’ll make sure that you are safe.”

“I don’t want to go back to sleep. It’s so scary.”

“I understand, it’s okay if you don’t want to yet. Just don’t fight it once it happens. I’m right here, yeah?”

You nod your head, snuggling closer to him. He feels so warm and smells so good. It is even stronger now that you are wearing one of his hoodies. It feels like you are getting a double hug from him and that’s the best feeling ever. Especially after such a terrible nightmare.

“I don’t know what to do anymore. Why doesn’t it stop?” you whisper weakly.

“Mhm”, he hums and gives you a little squeeze and a kiss to your forehead, “do you want to describe to me what exactly is happening in those dreams?”

“I don’t know if I can”, you confess, shivering at the mere thought.

“That’s okay, it’s okay”, he soothes those shivers right away, “I was just asking in case they’re not of normal nature.”

“Normal nature?” you gasp, lifting your head in alarm, “w-what do you mean?”

Yoongi frowns in worry then shakes his head.

“Yoongi, tell me. What did you mean by that?” you insist, gripping a bundle of his shirt to shake him softly.

“I don’t know.”

“Please.”

Yoongi sighs in defeat and places his hand over yours, “there were cases where witches manifested a part of their soul in someone’s mind right before their death, so that shall the chance arise and their host becomes mentally weak, they could take over and therefore resurrect again. The hosts spoke of nightmares, night terrors and feelings of losing control over themselves.”

“What?” your voice cracked as you exclaimed the word. Your body is shaking instantly. “Oh god, please no”, you choke out, feeling your eyes tear up painfully.

“Hey”, Yoongi speaks softly and slowly, cupping your cheek, “those cases were very rare and I didn’t say that this is the case with your dreams. They could very well be a trauma reaction.”

“Oh god, oh god I-I think this is happening to me. Yoongi this, this is happening to me.”

“Okay, I hear you, okay”, he says, wiping your tears away, “why do you think it is? Describe it to me if you can.”

“I’m always in, in a long hallway or, or a dark room and I can’t move away and then there is this shadow and it’s coming closer but I can’t move and then there is also Suzy sometimes, but she is bleeding out of her mouth and spits the, the blood at me”, you hiccup, shaking like crazy, “and she calls me a murderer and her voice is so loud and I, I can’t”, you break into tears, head falling against his chest, “I’m a murderer, I can’t take this anymore. Oh god”, you sob loudly.

“I’m right here”, Yoongi whispers, pressing you against him with just enough strength that his promise felt honest, “you’re not a murderer, trust me. What you did was not murder and we will also figure out what your nightmares mean. I promise you.”

“R-really?”

“Yes, really.”

“Thank you”, you choke out, “thank you so much.”

“Don’t. You know that that’s what I do”, he says, rubbing your back until those shivers stop. And you ask yourself why it took you so long to ask him for help.

That night, you find sleep atop his lap with your head resting against his shoulder and his strong arms cradling you safely. Yoongi rocks your bodies in the rocking chair for an hour after you fell asleep, before he returns to bed with you. He holds you as you slumber, staying awake to make sure that nothing will get to you. No new nightmares torture you until the morning hours.

Yoongi takes you downstairs once you wake again. The others are sitting by a table, eating breakfast and talking. Fredrick is with them. Fringella isn’t. She is still in Geneva, which was probably best for everyone here.

“Good morning” Jimin says, meeting you and Yoongi after returning from getting his cup of coffee.

“Morning”, you say, rubbing your terribly swollen eyes.

Jimin’s eyes flit to Yoongi. The latter gives him a nod of his head and a toothless almost invisible smile, one Jimin returns wordlessly before their eye contact breaks again awkwardly.

“I’m getting coffee. Do you want me to get you some tea, love?” Yoongi asks you.

“Yes, that would be lovely. Thank you”, you tell him, “and maybe something to eat?”

“Yes, I’ll get you something. Do you want sweet or savoury?”

“Savoury please.”

“Coming right up.”

Yoongi leaves for the kitchen afterwards, leaving you with Jimin. Fredrick is currently in the kitchen, frying eggs. He greets Yoongi with a smile.

“I’m cooking food for your human”, he says.

“You’re burning eggs, that’s what you’re doing”, Yoongi says, “give that to me, you’re wasting food”, he says and snatches the spatula away from him.

“You’re cruel, old friend”, Fredrick jokes and then turns so he could talk to him. He lowers his voice, “tell me, there’s someone inside her head isn’t there?” he whispers so only Yoongi can hear. The latter sneaks a glance at him and opens his mouth to talk.

Jimin studies you from head to toe. You look at him.

“Come. Tae left you a seat next to him”, he says, walking next to you, “what’s up with you? Did you have a nightmare again?”

“Yes. Is it that obvious?”

“No, but I was awake when you and Yoongi left the room. I heard you talk about it.”

“Oh. Uhm”, you touch the side of your neck.

“It’s alright, I’m not going to tell the others.”

You sneak a glance at him. Jimin tries to ignore how flabbergasted you look because of it.

“Thank...you?” you almost ask the sentence.

“Yeah, sure”, he murmurs and then you have already arrived by the table and the others are busy wishing you a good morning.

You sit down on the chair Taehyung prepared next to him and accept the sweet kiss he places on your cheek. A few minutes later, Yoongi returns with breakfast, sitting down opposite of you, next to Jungkook. The others greet him happily which he returns with a little nod of his head. Fredrick sits down at the end of the table, lifting a glass of blood to his lips. He keeps staring at you, trying to figure out the true dynamic of your group. He thinks that Yoongi did something to his head. Whenever he tries to make sense of who you are to Yoongi, his head hurts. He doesn’t want to ask his old friend, because he knows that if he did something it was for the best.

“We were just talking, hyung”, Hoseok says, “that it feels really good to have such a nice morning together. Wouldn’t you agree?”

“Mhm yeah”, Yoongi says, nodding his head before he sneaks a little glance at Jimin, “it’s nice.”

“Also did you hear already?” Seokjin says, “Namjoon’s supposed to have been sighted around an hour from here. Somewhere in an old factory again. He seems to love factories.”

“Really?”

“Yes, my contacts saw him”, Fredrick says.

“Well fuck”, Yoongi lets out and touches the bridge of his own nose, “doesn’t matter. Let him run, we have to be somewhere else today.”

“What?!” they all exclaim with widened eyes.

“But he’s less than an hour from here. We could end it, today”, Emma says.

Yoongi shakes his head, “not today. We have to drive back to Meredith”, he says, looking at you.

You gulp, feeling numb in fear. Why would he take you back there? He knows exactly how guilty this place makes you feel.

“Why?” Hoseok asks.

“Yes, why?” Taehyung agrees, placing his hand on your thigh under the table. You reek of fear and he knows that it is because of what Yoongi just told you.

“Because I have a feeling that Suzy Dream Jumped.”

“What?” Taehyung’s grip tightens on your thigh, “are you certain? You are aware of what that means, don’t you?”

Yoongi nods his head, jaw tightening.

“Did this bitch even know how to do that?” Jimin asks, looking just as worried.

“I don’t know, that’s why we have to go back to Meredith.”

“What’s Dream Jumping?” Hoseok asks, speaking what the rest was thinking. Everyone except you, because you currently feel like fainting in fear.

“It is a survival technique some witches use to escape death”, Taehyung explains.

“Okay?” Hoseok cocks his eyebrow up, “now again with more details, please.”

“You see”, Taehyung begins, “there are two seconds before a witch dies where she can transfer parts of her consciousness into a human host and if that host shows mental weakness, she can use that moment to take over and therefore become alive again while the hosts’ consciousness dies”, he explains.

“So why is it called Dream Jumping?”

“Because they hide in dreams so vampires can’t detect them through mind reading.”

“I see. Yo, what the hell?” Hoseok shivers, “this just gave me goosebumps, look”, he says, showing off the erect hair on his arm, “this is freaking scary.”

“Yes it is”, Taehyung agrees then looks at Yoongi, draping his arm over your shoulder, “so I truly hope that this is just an assumption by you. If Suzy Dream Jumped into ___, she could be in grave danger.”

“I know. It’s just a gist for now, but I better be safe then fucking sorry”, Yoongi says, eyes running over your face, “hey princess”, he reaches over the table to take your hand, “everything is gonna be alright, I’m right here.”

Fredrick widens his eyes at the view. Now that explains why he heard Yoongi make sounds like an animal in heat a few days ago. And why he keeps getting headaches. He stays silent, but internally he is screaming and jumping in joy for his Sire.

“You said that it was really rare. Last night”, you say, “did, did you lie to m-me?”

“It is really rare. Only a handful of witches actually managed to do it. I didn’t lie, but I can’t be certain for sure.”

“Oh god”, you whisper, lowering your head weakly, “fuck.”

The vampires exchange a worried look with each other.

“It is going to be alright, trust us”, Taehyung says, rubbing your arm soothingly, “I won’t let anything happen to you and neither will the others.”

“Yeah totally”, Hoseok agrees, “while I still have no idea how Dream Jumping should work, I won’t let that weirdo witch jump into you. No way.”

“Besides, as long as you’re wearing that”, Jimin grabs your wrist and lifts your hand to reveal your ring, “you should be safe. Even if she managed to transfer her bitchy self into you, she won’t get through the barrier the ring’s magic made around your mind.”

“Indeed! This is a very good observation, Jimin. I didn’t even think of that”, Taehyung says, nodding his head vigorously, “this would explain why you keep having nightmares. She is trying to break through the barrier, but can’t.”

“Yeah totally. She’s probably trying to scare you into breaking it yourself”, Jimin agrees.

“Indeed”, Taehyung says and squeezes your hand, “did you hear that, my sweetest? The ring is protecting your mind for now.”

“Are you sure that it is?”

“Yes, I am very certain. What do you say, Yoongi?”

Yoongi takes your hand, running his thumb over your ring.

“Yeah, that’s right”, he observes, nodding his head, “depending on what magic it was laced with, it can protect her from witch magic as well. It’s a ring for mind protection after all.”

“And is it such a ring?” you ask him.

“I told Meredith to put the strongest spell on it. Yes, it’s gonna protect you and Jimin’s theory is very likely”, he assures you and places your hand on the table gently before pulling away to take out his phone instead, “we shouldn’t trust in it blindly however. Who knows what kinda fucked up tricks Suzy has up her sleeves.”

“I agree with you, but for now we can rest assured that ___ is safe. Right?” Taehyung makes sure, caressing the back of your head soothingly as he speaks.

Yoongi studies your fear filled face, eyes softening reassuringly and lips curling into an honest smile.

“Yes, we can rest assured”, he says.

“Did you hear that, my darling? You will be safe for now until we talked to Meredith”, Taehyung says, giving you a little shake before leaning down to kiss your forehead.

“Now excuse me, I’m gonna call Meredith”, Yoongi says, getting up to hurry outside.

“I’m sorry guys”, you whisper.

“For what?” Emma asks.

“Just for…being so much.”

“You are not, stop talking shit”, Seokjin assures you, “we’ll beat that weirdo witch.”

“Witch bitch is a better name for her”, Jimin murmurs, making Hoseok chuckle and Jungkook smile.

“Good one”, the latter murmurs before he reaches over the table to push the cup of tea closer to you, “drink, it’ll do you good and we have to make sure that you stay awake for now.”

“Yes okay, that’s a good idea. She can only get me in my dreams. Right?” you ask, looking at Taehyung for help.

“Yes, that is correct”, he gives you a reassuring smile, brushing the back of his hand over your cheek, “and she didn’t manage to do so yet. Which means you are very strong. Don’t worry, you will be safe.”

“I really hope that you are right.”

“I am. Trust me”, Taehyung says, giving you a reassuring smile.

Yoongi returns, sitting down wordlessly.

“And?” you ask him.

“She’ll prepare everything”, Yoongi says, “we’ll leave after you guys had breakfast. You gotta have to hunt him without us, Fredrick.”

“It’s alright, old friend. I will give you updates once I know more.”

Fredrick offers Yoongi his ring before you leave. You are all in the cars already, so you don’t witness it.

“What are you doing?” Yoongi asks.

“I figured you out. Do what you must to keep her safe”, Fredrick says.

Yoongi stays silent in flabbergasted shock, shifting his eyes to the car in which you are waiting for him.

Fredrick places his hand on Yoongi’s shoulder.

“I am truly happy for you, my friend”, he says.

Yoongi doesn’t look into his eyes, because he can’t.

“I knew that keeping an eye on you as you stubbornly dried out would pay off.”

“What?” Yoongi lets out, looking into Fredrick’s eyes, “what did you do?”

Fredrick smiles without showing his teeth.

“You didn’t think that I would let my friend dry out without protection, did you?”

Yoongi looks away and bites down on his tongue. This is a confession he thought to never hear. He thought that he was all alone as the decades became centuries and later millennia and yet all this time, Fredrick kept a careful eye on him.

The latter nudges his shoulder, doing it so roughly that Yoongi stumbles back. Perhaps however he stumbled back because he was overwhelmed by his confession and therefore lost all his strength. If only for a few seconds.

“I’m happy for you, Yoongi. Perhaps she will finally make you see that our curse is actually a blessing because it made you live long enough to meet her.”

Yoongi shifts his eyes to Fredrick. They are glassy.

“Now do what you must. I carry no anger for you”, Fredrick says.

Yoongi steps closer. Fredrick readies himself with a content smile. Yoongi’s hand touches the back of his neck. Fredrick knows that it is for the best. He has no resentment for his Sire in his heart. Yoongi pulls him closer and against his chest. Fredrick stumbles with a gasp of surprise leaving him. One second. Another. A third.

“Don’t die today”, Yoongi says and gives Fredrick a pat on the back. He breaks the hug and slides the ring back onto Fredrick’s finger. “Keep that on. You’re vulnerable without it.”

“Yoongi”, Fredrick breathes, looking into Yoongi’s glassy eyes, “I don’t understand.”

“Hm”, Yoongi hums and gives Fredrick’s arm a soft pat, “I’ll text you once we know more about her condition.”

“Yes, uh, yes of course.”

“I’ll see you, Fred”, Yoongi says and turns to leave.

Fredrick touches his own chest where once his heart beat. He finds no words to speak until Yoongi has already gotten into the car and driven off. He runs his finger over the ring on his hand. Seconds later there is a tear running down his cheek and a smile on his face. He won’t tell anyone about what happened today, but he will cherish it in his heart until the day he draws his last breath.

The cars take a turn and disappear from his vision. Fredrick lifts his hand and waves.

“Farewell, my friend. I had a good life because of you, it’s your turn now”, he says and lowers his hand. He lets out a deep breath and turns. There are monsters to hunt and he needs to gather his people.

Meredith and Jelena are waiting in front of their house as you roll into their driveway. They wave their hands at you, wearing long coats to keep out the chilly air. Even here, so far south, the weather is getting colder.

Taehyung opens the door for you and helps you outside by holding your hand. He keeps holding it afterwards.

“Yoongi dear”, Meredith greets the Creator, hurrying to him with open arms, “who would have thought that we’d see each other again in this decade”, she says.

“Hey Meredith”, he greets her, placing his hands on her shoulders to kiss her cheeks each. She initiated it and he accepted it. “Thank you for agreeing to help us”, he says.

“Yes of course, it’s the least we can do after what we put you through”, she says then turns to you, “hello ___.”

“Hello”, you whisper, clutching Taehyung’s arm painfully tight. You are so nervous and scared that you want to throw up.

Meredith runs her eyes over your body and smiles, placing her hand on your arm.

“I’m sure that you have many questions.”

“Yoongi explained it to me in the car.”

“Of course he did. You can’t ever stop being a teacher, can you Min Yoongi?”

Yoongi scoffs, crossing his arms in front of his chest. Meredith snickers because of it.

“Now, now come in. Come in. It’s getting chilly out here, doesn’t it?” she says, tugging at your arm gently to get you moving.

The others follow close by. Jelena claims the spot next to Yoongi.

“I missed you”, she says with a flirty gleam in her eyes.

Yoongi sneaks a glance her way, studying her from head to toe.

“It’s good to see you too, Jelena”, he says, turning his attention to Meredith, “did you prepare the spell like I asked you to?”

“Yes. Everything is as it is supposed to be. Do you really think that Suzy Dream Jumped?”

“I think she did.”

“Well, that’s just terrible. Don’t worry, we’ll get her out of ___.”

“Good. I hope you do”, Yoongi says, reaching for your hand instinctively. His fingertips are cold, letting you know that he was affected by his emotions.

Meredith reaches out for him, touching his upper arm in a sisterly caress.

“Don’t worry, Yoongi. I can help her”, she assures him.

“Mhm”, he lets out and she knows that this is all she will get from him. She is okay with that.

The witches prepared the spell in the shed. Dragana and Lea are already working on the finishing touches, welcoming you with open arms.

“I’m so happy to have you back. Meredith told us everything”, Dragana says, holding your hands.

“I never liked Suzy. She always felt wrong”, Lea says, pursing her lips.

“We can be angry at her later, Lea. First we have to get her out of ___”, Meredith says, hurrying to the table.

“Of course. Everything’s ready. All we need now is an anchor”, Lea says.

“I’ll be the anchor”, Yoongi says, shrugging off his jacket and rolling up his sleeves.

“Are you sure? You know that you could end up in a lot of pain if it goes wrong”, Lea says, eyeing him with worry.

“I know what could happen”, Yoongi says confidently, “but you’re not gonna fail. You know what you’re doing.”

Lea looks to the side as Yoongi’s praise flustered her.

“Exactly. We’re going to help”, Meredith says, stepping closer to you, “you have to take off your ring for the spell to work”, she says.

“Ah yeah, sure”, you say, shrugging it off and placing it in her palm. She hands you a white crystal in its stead.

“What’s that?”

“A crystal which will capture one’s soul. We will send you and Yoongi into a magical sleep where you will enter your dreams. You will have to find Suzy and make her touch you.”

“But won’t that make her have power over me?”

“That’s where I’ll step in”, Yoongi says, “once Suzy made contact with you, she is showing herself to anyone in your mind. I can grab her and keep her from fleeing while you capture her in the crystal.”

“I understand. It doesn’t sound as difficult as I thought it would be.”

“The most difficult part will be to stay strong”, Meredith says, “you have to be stronger than your fear.”

“I can do that. I’ll have Yoongi with me”, you hold his hand, “and I’ll have all of you waiting for me. I’m not scared anymore.”

Meredith nods her head in understanding, carrying fondness in her emerald eyes.

“When can we start?” you ask.

“Right now if you are ready.”

“I am. Just one minute please”, you say and hurry to the others.

They look at you with curiosity.

“Just in case it fails and this is the last time I will ever see you. I love every single one of you with my entire heart. You guys made me realise that I wasn’t destined to be a lonely, friendless loser and I seriously hope that you will find the greatest happiness on earth”, you say, tearing up.

You step closer to Taehyung, cupping his cheeks.

“Tae, I’m so happy that you approached me. You introduced me to the world I’m supposed to be in and I won’t ever stop being grateful for it. So thank you, I was able to find my family because of you.”

“I love you, my darling”, Taehyung says, kissing you with trembling lips, “please come back to me.”

“I will”, you whisper, stealing one last kiss before moving on to Jimin.

He glances at you shyly.

“Your days will be brighter from now on. I hope that you can learn how to heal and to be happy again”, you say.

“Damn”, he whispers, looking to the side, “thanks uhm, if you die I promise to be a worthy friend to Tae.”

“Good. That’s all I want from you. Thank you Jimin”, you say, moving on to Seokjin. “Jinnie”, you bury your face in his broad chest, “thank you for making me laugh and for telling me when I acted shitty. You are the bestest family I ever had”, you say, squeezing him tightly.

Seokjin chuckles, rubbing your back, “I love you”, he says, “I know that you’ll come back.”

You and him exchange a fond and loving smile, before you move on to Emma. She hugs you, kissing your cheek.

“You’ll come back. I’m sure of it”, she whispers.

“Thank you, Emma. I always wanted to have a girl friend and you are the best I could have asked for”, you whisper, making her kiss your cheek a second time.

You turn to Hoseok after giving her a smile one last time.

“Hob-oh?” you get out and then Hoseok has you against his chest, hugging you tightly.

“I love you”, he gets out, “please don’t die. You’re my family.”

“You’re my family too, Hobi and I love you. God, I was so lucky to have met you. Truly”, you mumble into his chest, spilling tears because it hurts to think about the possibility that you could disappear today.

You break the hug after a moment, not daring to look into each other’s eyes in fear of tearing up again.

It doesn’t help that Jungkook is crying miserably once you turn to him. Eyes barely open and nose snotty, he falls around your neck in a tight hug.

“Please don’t, don’t leave”, he begs, “please don’t go, please.”

“I’m not going anywhere, Kookie baby”, you promise him, running your fingers through his hair.

“I don’t wanna loose you, please.”

“You won’t”, you whisper, stepping away to cup his cheeks. You wipe his tears softly, “I’m so proud of you, Kookie. You are one of the most remarkable people I ever had the honour to meet and I’m so fucking glad that you didn’t die back then.”

“Oh god, don’t say that”, Jungkook sobs and wails, falling around Hoseok’s neck to cry miserably.

“Take care of him, yeah?” you say, rubbing Jungkook’s back.

“I will”, Hoseok promises and nudges Jungkook, “hey JK don’t cry, she’ll come back to us.”

With an exhale on your lips, you turn to Yoongi and the witches.

“Sorry. I just had to say goodbye. Just in case.”

“It’s okay. We understand”, Meredith assures you, “are you ready?”

“Yes”, you say, stepping into the circle of magical barrier with Yoongi.

Jelena seals it while you and Yoongi sit down.

You take his hands.

“You know that if I started to tell you all the things I feel for you, we would be here until tomorrow, so I’m just gonna tell you that I love you and that I can’t wait to kiss you again and to dance in the greenhouse and, and hug in the sitting room and-”

Yoongi interrupts you with a gentle kiss. You exhale shakily, closing your eyes. He breaks the kiss, running his thumb over your lips as his soft eyes gaze at you.

“Tell me once we’re awake, yeah?” he whispers.

“Yeah, good idea”, you sniffle and laugh, “god, I wanted to start again.”

“It’s okay. I love you too, my most loved”, he says, giving you a smile to treasure forever.

“Oh my god, Yoongi you-”

“Hush, concentrate”, he says in a chuckle.

“Yeah, yeah right. Sorry. Concentrate”, you say and turn to Meredith, “now I’m ready.”

“Good. I need you both to lie down.”

You follow.

“Hold hands at all times to keep the connection. We will begin chanting the spell and you will start to feel sleepy. Remember to stay focused in there and everything will be fine.”

“Okay, I got it”, you say, clutching the crystal in your hand while Yoongi clutches your hand, “I’m ready.”

You close your eyes and as the witches begin to chant, darkness begins to creep up on you more and more.

The lights flicker above your head. Your shoes are soaked in blood. You feel tight in the chest within a second, instinctively reaching to your side for Yoongi only to grab air.

“Yoongi?” you gasp.

He isn’t here. You are all alone.

“Yoongi, where are you?”

Did the spell not work? Did something go wrong? Why is he not with you? What happened? Do the others know that something is wrong? Is this supposed to happen?

You begin shaking, feeling sick in fear. You are all alone again. Alone in this awful place. And now you can’t even flee from it by waking up because this sleep isn't natural. They don’t know that Yoongi isn't here and that the spell didn’t work. And now Suzy will get you and touch you and take over. Holy fuck. You are so scared. So, so scared. You tighten your shaking hands into fists. Something hard hinders your fingers from closing.

“Huh?”

The crystal. You took it with you into this dream. But if it came with you, does that mean that Yoongi is also here? Hiding somewhere so Suzy doesn’t suspect his presence?

This must be it. You aren’t alone. You have to be brave.

You break away from the spot, stumbling at first because you never took a step in here. Walking is difficult as the blood is rising more and more. But you can’t stop. You have to continue. Even if the darkness is blinding and the smell of death makes you dizzy. You have to continue.

You reach the door, which you always saw and never dared to go to. It opens easily. Too easily. You stumble into the room and scream in terror as the door slams closed behind you.

“Motherfu-”

No way. It disappears right in front of your eyes.

“Okay, what?”

The lights turn off. You scream again because it was genuinely scary. All of it. It is so goddamn scary. You clutch the crystal until your palm aches. Please let this be the last room you have to be in. You hate being here so much.

A small light bulb over your head flickers to life. The floors and walls are soaked in blood. You are so scared instantly, but try not to show it. You have to stay strong.

The whispers begin. The cold begins to surround you. Fog kisses your feet. Black and wet. It begins. She is close now.

“I’m not scared of you”, you call into the dark, flinching when a deafening screech answers you.

Suzy jumps out of the darkness.

“Murderer”, she spits, “there you are. You murderer.”

“I’m not scared of, of you”, you force out the words. You are so scared that you want to cry, but you have to stay strong. This is the only way. Oh, how you hope that the spell didn’t go wrong. You don’t want to die.

“Murderer. Look at you. You murderer”, she hisses and comes closer, “murderer! Murderer! Murderer!” she begins to scream and it would have broken you on other days. But not today. You have to be stronger than her. You have to make her touch you.

“You, you deserved to die”, you stutter, hoping that this is enough to provoke her.

Her face contorts in anger. Raw and maniac anger.

“How dare you!” she screeches, reaching for your shoulders. Her touch is piercing and cold, hurting you.

“Ah”, you let out, knees buckling under the weight.

Finally.

The contact has been made. You feel dizzy. Your vision is blurry. Suzy is trying to take over. The time has come.

Strong hands wrap around her wrists. Yoongi appears out of the shadows and steps right in front of you, pushing her away from you as his fingers almost break her wrist from how tightly he is gripping her.

“Leave her alone”, he hisses.

“You?” she gasps, “you, you are not supposed to be here.”

“It’s over, Suzy”, Yoongi spits.

“No! No you are not supposed to be here! She is mine! She is mine!” she screams, fighting him as best as possible. She is trying to flee again. Hide back in the shadows. But Yoongi doesn’t let her, keeping her hostage.

“___ now”, Yoongi orders you.

You lift the crystal.

“No! Where did you get this from? No! She is mine! I’m not dying yet! I’m not leaving!” she screeches, writhing in Yoongi’s grip.

The crystal is filling the room with bright white light. Suzy dissolves more and more as her essence gets sucked into the crystal.

“No! Don’t do this! I don’t want to die! Why would you do this to me?”

“You did this to yourself. Leave ___ alone”, Yoongi hisses, “___ don’t listen to her, keep going.”

“You are monsters! All of you! I curse you! I hope you die! Die!” she screeches her last words and disappears.

The room begins shaking instantly, the walls and ceilings break more and more. You can barely stand, stumbling from side to side.

“What’s happening? Oh god, what’s happening?”

Yoongi twists around and pulls you against his chest, shielding your head from falling stones with his hands.

“It’s okay. I’m here. Close your eyes, princess. It’s done”, he assures you, protecting you from the crumbling world around you until you stand on nothing more than one small tile.

“What’s happening?” you ask him, lifting your head.

“It’s over”, he says, pressing your head back against his chest, “hold onto me. We’re waking up.”

“We are- ah!” you scream as the tile crumbles underneath you and you fall into endless nothingness.

You wake up with a flinch, sitting up instantly.

“___!” Jungkook calls out, “you’re back!”

He tries to cross the circle only to be stopped by Taehyung with a firm hand on his chest.

“You don’t know if it worked”, he says, “maybe it is Suzy we are talking to.”

“No”, Jungkook shakes his head, “no, don’t say that. I-I’m sure it worked.”

“___?” Seokjin calls your name.

You turn your head into his direction.

“Jinnie?”

“Hey, it’s us. Did it work?”

“I think it did”, you say, looking at Meredith for help, “did it work?”

Yoongi wakes up, gasping as if he fell on his back and is now fighting for air. He sits up quickly.

“My love”, you gasp, touching his arm, “are you okay?”

“Yeah”, he croaks, “fuck, I hate Dream Jumping”, he murmurs, rubbing his temples, “my head’s killing me.”

“Oh no, my love”, you caress his forehead, “are you okay?”

“I’ll heal, don’t worry”, he assures you.

“Yoongi, did it work?” Meredith asks, eyeing you with suspicion.

You don’t blame her.

“Princess, show her the crystal”, Yoongi says.

You stand up, walking to the edge of the circle. You open your palm, revealing the now black crystal to the others.

“It worked”, Taehyung gasps, “my darling, it’s really you.”

“It is”, you say.

Meredith picks up the crystal, inspecting it, “she is telling the truth. I can sense Suzy’s essence in this crystal. You actually did it.”

“Darling”, Taehyung croaks, crossing the circle and breaking it that way, “oh my darling, you are back”, he says, lifting you off the ground to cradle you against his chest, “I was so worried that you wouldn’t make it.”

“I told you, you can’t get rid of me that easily”, you joke, making him laugh.

It is filled with relief and fondness.

Taehyung lifts his head, showing you his blinding smile, “I love you, my darling.”

“I love you too, my darling”, you answer him, caressing his cheeks.

You exchange a kiss. It is filled with sweetness and the comforting feeling of being free. He sets you down afterwards, making way for the others to welcome you back. Like always, they take you into a tight group hug, jumping in a circle with you as they call your name over and over again. It makes you laugh wholeheartedly.

Jimin steps closer once you stopped hugging. You and him exchange a look.

“I’m glad you’re back”, he says, reaching out to shake your hand. His gesture makes you chuckle.

“Thank you, Jimin”, you say, giving his hand a little squeeze.

He hides behind Taehyung afterwards, looking nervous.

Yoongi touches your lower back. You turn to him.

“I’m so proud of you”, he says, “you were so brave in there.”

“I was only brave because I knew that you were with me.”

He smiles fondly, flustering when you kiss his cheek softly.

“Thank you, Yoongi. I couldn’t have done it without you.”

He lowers his eyes shyly, touching the side of his neck.

Hoseok nudges your arm, calling your attention. He is grinning boyishly.

“Your emotional goodbye was totally for nothing. Wah ___ you’re such a sap”, he teases, earning himself a little pinch to his tummy.

“Meanie”, you pout, clicking your tongue, “I still stand by it. I would have never forgiven myself if I didn’t tell you guys that I love you.”

“Awww you’re so sweet. We love you too”, Hoseok coos and drapes his arm over your shoulder, “I’m so happy that you didn’t die. Seriously.”

“Yeah, me too”, you agree.

“You know what this begs for?” Taehyung asks.

“What?”

“Wine and dance. We should celebrate tonight. What say you?” he suggests, turning to the witches, “are you in the mood for celebrations?”

“Yes, oh I haven’t had a good party in decades.”

“Wonderful. Let’s celebrate. Shall we?”

The festivities will last into the longest hours of the night. Food will be shared, wine will be plenty and laughter merry. You dance with the others until your feet hurt and sing until your voices are weak. Jelena asks Yoongi for one dance late into the night when he was already a little tipsy. He said yes and danced with her while you were lost in a kiss with Taehyung. Speaking of Taehyung. He danced with Jimin for hours and they laughed and hugged and joked and it was beautiful to see. You also had a long conversation with the witches about Suzy. None of them were angry at you. They all would have done the same. Everyone except Meredith, who you didn’t have the chance to talk to yet.

The latter joins you in the living room once the celebrations have calmed down. They all went to sleep already, but you can’t quite find tiredness yet.

Meredith sits down next to you with a sigh. She runs her eyes up and down your body, then leans closer to you. She takes your hand, placing a mug of tea in it seconds later. It feels warm on your skin, making you lift your eyes.

“How are you feeling, dear?” she asks you.

“Drunk, but otherwise fine”, you tell her.

“That’s good to hear. You will sleep very well tonight, I promise you”, she says, relaxing back into her armchair with a loud sigh. She studies your fumbling fingers and the way your eyes are gleaming in nervousness, “what is it, dear?” she asks you.

“I’m sorry”, you whisper the words, “for what I did to Suzy. I know you must be so angry at me.”

“What?” Meredith laughs loudly and wholeheartedly, “oh my dear, no”, she says, shaking her head, “I am not angry at you.”

“What? Really?” you gasp, widening your eyes because you couldn’t believe your ears.

“Suzy was no witch of mine once she revealed her true intentions. I was tricked by her, just as much as you were and I must confess that I carry a lot of guilt in me for accepting her and the others into my coven.”

“Really?”

“Yes. Yoongi is one of my dearest friends and the vampires of this coast are my friends as well. Suzy almost killed them and you did what was necessary to prevent it.”

“I don’t know what to say. I thought that you would be so angry at me.”

“I was at first, until Yoongi explained to me what happened. I feel sad because I spent many years with Suzy and losing her still hurts despite her wickedness, but I’m not angry at you.”

“I’m sorry for killing her. I didn’t want to do that to her.”

“I know and I forgive you. I would have done the same”, she says, reaching out to take your hand.

You lower your head, releasing a shaky breath and with it a million pounds of burden on your chest.

“Thank you” you whisper, exhaling again because breathing finally feels easy again.

“Now drink, dear. I used the last of this season’s lavender for this tea”, she says with sisterly warmth in her voice.

“I will drink it deliciously. Thank you”, you say, enjoying the taste of the tea to the fullest. This is exactly what you needed after such a fun night.

A gentle knock on the door makes you turn your heads. Yoongi is standing in the doorway, swaying from side to side just slightly. His eyes are widened cutely, focused on you.

“Hey there”, you say, feeling fuzzy in your chest instantly. He is so pretty.

“Hey”, he says, waddling into the lights, “I figured that I’ll find you here”, he says, rubbing his tummy.

“You did?”

“No, I lied”, he sniffles, rubbing his nose with his little fist, “I used my nose. You smell so good.”

“Oh?” your face feels hot instantly. Public compliments. What a nice surprise. One that flusters you immensely.

“Ye”, he nods his head and grins without showing his teeth. He sways a little, rubbing his tummy again.

“Are you still gonna take long?” he asks.

“Why?”

He shrugs his shoulders, “just so. Wanna take a walk by the beach?”

“Now? But it’s really late.”

He huffs out air and pouts, “you’s mean”, he mumbles, turning away from you to leave.

“Yoongi, wait”, you call out, making him stop and turn. You stumble to your feet, hurrying to him even if the alcohol makes you dizzy. You catch yourself by holding onto his arms. He reaches for your hands instantly, holding them tightly.

“I’d love to take a walk”, you say.

“Okay. Let’s go”, he says, tugging at your hand gently, “the sun’s rising, you gotta see it.”

“Yeah? I gotta see?”

“Mh-hm yeah. Wanna show you”, he says, making you smile. He is so drunk. It’s so cute.

You were on your way outside the room as you talked, only to get stopped by Meredith calling Yoongi’s name.

“What?” he asks, looking at her with glazed over eyes.

“I’m happy for you”, she says, “you deserve to feel this way.”

He flusters, but hides it well with the help of the alcohol.

“Thanks. It’s all I wanted”, he says.

“I know”, she says and smiles.

He retorts it.

“Thanks for being my friend”, he says and flusters her so greatly that she can’t find an answer in time before he leaves the room with you.

Meredith, who watched her old friend reach for a person’s hand for the first time since she met him and who listened to his voice become so incredibly soft in emotion, feels a sense of happiness as she watches him leave. He always did so much without expecting anything in return. Without his help, the coast and its mountains would still be at war. Without his help, Meredith and her coven could have never learned as much as they did. And without his help and gentle words, she would have given up on many occasions. Truly, Yoongi did so much without expecting anything in return, so to see him find happiness fills Meredith with a sense of comfort. Her friend will be alright and he will be happy. That is a nice thing to know.

The beach is empty. The ocean is calm. Dawn is kissing the mountains, allowing you to see enough not to fall over random rocks. Yoongi guides the way, but stumbles way too many times. It makes you laugh every single time because he makes the funniest faces as he fights gravity. He is so adorable.

The beach closest to the water is made up of coarse gravel and rocks of apple size. Walking is a little easier than climbing over the rocks was, but it is still terribly difficult. You are both so drunk.

“It’s so nice here”, you say.

“Yeah.”

“You were right, it was a good idea to take a walk”, you say, sighing happily.

“Yeah I know.”

“Today was so eventful. I still can’t believe that I had the soul of a dead witch living inside me.”

“She’s gone now.”

“I know, thank god”, you sneak a glance at him, “thank you for coming with me. I would have been so scared otherwise.”

“I’d do anything for you”, he says, making your heart flutter. He skips over a rock, swinging your hands back and forth, “you were really brave. You’re so amazing.”

“Yoongi, you are so sweet. What the hell?” you gasp.

Yoongi looks at you with the biggest heart eyes ever and trips over an especially big rock. He widens his eyes comically big, “oh oops”, he gasps and stumbles, tugging at your hand as he tries to catch his balance.

“Careful”, you say in a giggle, tugging at his arm to get him back up, “you’re gonna hurt yourself.”

“I’m okay”, he says, catching himself, “I’m okay, totally okay. Is just that the rock’s slippery.”

You snicker, “you are so wasted.”

“Tch”, he pouts, kicking a stone gently, “the wine’s good, I couldn’t help myself”, he mumbles.

“Don’t worry, I think it’s cute that you are”, you assure him, “it’s still remarkable to me that you guys can even get drunk in the first place.”

“It’s because it’s the witches’ wine. They have magic in there.”

“Aaah I see, it makes sense”, you study his flushed face, “didn’t you drink an entire barrel of it though?”

“Why is that important?”

“I’m just saying, maybe you’re just wasted ‘cause you drank too much.”

Yoongi huffs out air and pouts, making you giggle.

“I’m just saying.”

“Well, whatever. I can still drink more than you”, you mumbles.

“Hah”, you scoff, widening your eyes, “I didn’t know that this was a competition”, you say in a chuckle.

Yoongi grins boyishly, fluttering his lashes at you. He is being playful right now.

“Tch, you’re so silly sometimes”, you murmur and stop, turning your attention to the ocean. You are drawing hearts on his hand with your thumb as you do.

Yoongi turns to the ocean as well, feeling for his face’s temperature by pressing the back of his hand to his cheek. He feels as if he is burning up.

“The ocean’s so endless”, you say.

“Yeah right. It ends though. Somewhere it ends. Everything does.”

“Yeah, but at its end there will be new land and so many new opportunities and chances at adventure. One thing may have ended, but that doesn’t mean that there won’t come anything after that.”

Yoongi turns his head, running his eyes over your face.

“What?” you ask him.

“Nothing”, he whispers, shifting his eyes back to the ocean, “something new”, he whispers, lips curling into a comforted smile. He inhales deeply, squeezing your hand.

You shift your gaze back to the ocean, enjoying the endlessness of it. The smallest flickers of reds can be seen in it, announcing the rising sun. You are a little sad that you won’t see it rise over the ocean, but it is okay in the end. Just standing here and looking out into endless water with Yoongi by your side feels fulfilling enough.

“You’re my land”, Yoongi says.

“I’m sorry?” you gasp, looking at him with bated breath.

“You’re…my land”, he hesitated shyly at first but then continued with a confident nod of his head.

“I am?” you say, feeling your heart race like crazy.

He nods his head, furrowing his brows in determination.

“My love”, you whisper, eyes filling with tears, “my love, I don’t know what to say.”

“Is okay. Don’t say anything”, he assures you, gesturing at the ocean, “I’ll dedicate myself to knowing you. Is what you do with new land, don’t you? I wanna know you well, so I know how to take care of you. Like new land. You gotta know it and cherish it and, and respect it to create something beautiful with it. Is what I’ll do with you, yeah.”

“Oh please stop talking. I’m too drunk for that”, you say, sobbing softly.

“Why are you crying?” he gasps, stumbling closer to cup your cheeks, “don’t cry please. I’m sorry, I’m so drunk, I said stupid stuff."”

“No, you did not. You are so sweet, I can’t help it. You make me cry because I love you so much”, you confess in a small voice, leaning into his touch.

“Oh”, he lets out, wiping your tears away.

“You are so sweet, Yoongi”, you sob dramatically, “why are you so sweet?”

Yoongi leans in and kissed your lips, letting out a shy “mwuah” as he does. It stops your tears. His unapologetic cuteness was just too shocking to witness. You blink at him, heart racing in your chest.

He flutters his lashes and grins cutely. A little shy, but incredibly cute.

“I think you’re cute”, he says quietly, widening his eyes in shy expectation.

“Well, I think you’re cute too, goddamn it”, you say, sniffling like crazy, “I want to cry, why are you so sweet?”

Yoongi lowers his eyes, wiggling his shoulders just once. He huffs out air and grabs you, twirling you without warning. You squeak in surprise, stumbling over the rocks as your body turns against your will.

“Why?” you squeal, falling into his arms as he catches you safely. You nudge his chest softly, “I wasn’t ready. Why would you do that? I’m dizzy now”, you ask him in a laugh.

“Just so. I didn’t dance with you yet”, he says, grinning goofily. His arms are around your waist, his hips sway from side to side slowly. You follow the movements, holding onto his shoulders. Your steps make a crunching sound on the stones.

“Yeah, I know. You danced with Jelena, tch traitor”, you tease.

“I didn’t wanna. She forced me”, he whines, widening his eyes adorably.

“Mh-mh yeah sure. You wanted it, be honest.”

“No, it’s in the past. Don’t be jealous”, he complains and pouts, looking so adorable that you have to snicker.

“You’re so cute”, you say, smiling as you sway along the beach hugging and facing each other. You hook your fingers behind his neck, “I think she’s still into you.”

“You think?”

“Mhm”, you nod your head, “womanly intuition, I can feel it”, you joke, making him chuckle.

“That’s stupid. It wasn’t even that deep.”

“Yeah? Was it purely physical then, mhm?” you tease, “is that how you had to discipline her?”

“Shut up, it’s not funny”, he pouts.

“Yeah it is”, you snicker, scrunching your nose up, “I don’t blame her. You’re an amazing lover. It’s no surprise that she still thinks about you.”

“I’m amazing?”

“Mhm”, you begin running your fingers though his hair, “gentle and attentive, but also rough and filthy. And so skilled”, you rasp, caressing his neck right where he tingles the most, “you just know how to touch a woman. It’s so fucking sexy.”

Yoongi lowers his eyes shyly.

“And now you’re all mine”, you say, cupping his cheeks with a gleeful giggle.

Yoongi looks into your eyes, exhaling shakily. He nods his head vigorously, widening his sparkling eyes.

“Yours”, he whispers.

“Yeah. Mine”, you gush and pull him into a passionate kiss.

Oh so passionate that Yoongi, in his drunken giddiness, gives into his wobbly knees, finding his only support by hooking his arms behind your head. You support him with your hands on his hips, arms slowly closing around his waist until you hug him against you. He moans and begins kissing you back. Deeply, passionately, desperately. And while he kisses you back, he murmurs needy phrases of “yours, I’m all yours” in between. As the kiss becomes more and more desperate, the sentences become shorter and shorter changing from “I’m all yours” to “fucking yours” until finally landing on shaky whimpers of “yours” followed by gasps for air and a needy, sloppy kiss.

Over and over again until you can barely take it anymore.

You break the kiss, but Yoongi is drunk on you. Drunk on how you make him feel and drunk on your addicting presence. Also very drunk on wine, this man is buzzed. He seeks you, connecting his lips with your neck as his hips grind his crotch against your tummy.

“Yours”, he breathes, sucking on your skin desperately.

“Yoongi”, you sigh, shivering like crazy.

“Yours”, he rasps, kissing your neck where it feels the best.

“Wanna go back? My bed’s so empty.”

“Yes”, Yoongi says, nodding his head vigorously, “yes please. Come, please come”, he begs, tugging you with him as you hurry back. You giggle and hold each other close as you run over the beach. The sun is slowly rising, changing the colours of the sky. And yet right now, you don’t care, all you want to do is lose yourself in Yoongi.

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satantica · 11 months

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But “hallucinating” was reverse comfort, it was good btw, but tbh its not what I need…

So could u please do my request?? Its okay if u can’t/don’t want too

Thanks <3

oh forgive my dumb ass💀💀

i didn’t really know how to name it, so enjoy!!

genre: hurt/comfort

with Tsukishima Kei

words: 722

this day was beyond horrifying. your education, your job. it all fell apart so fast that you realized what happened only when you almost got home. your scholarship has been canceled for unknown reasons, your workplace just got closed for technical repairs for at least 5 months. and now you didn’t know what money to use to pay for this semester and to barely live. you couldn’t continue thinking of it. the more you thought, the more terrible it got. Kei reached you almost an hour ago when your boss told you about the temporary close and you said that Tsukishima could go to sleep without you. a sudden strike near lungs. it was too heavy to breathe. Kei. you couldn’t drag him into this. your legs were touching the stairs by themselves. you mechanically opened the door and took the coat off. your brain was shut off. it really didn’t matter what you were doing. actually none of this mattered. step. how are you going to pay for studying now? step. what about studying abroad? step. kei can’t afford paying for two of us. step. is this really how it all should go? you didn’t notice how eventually you made it to the balcony. the air here was different because of the flowers all the way down. you didn’t care about that. you were staring at the flickering lamp down the street. you wanted to cry but couldn’t. the inner voice parroted that you should man up. you giggled at that as your fingers were desperately trying to find an answer in your hair. it all seemed unreal. this light, this night, everything. it’s just a someone’s joke testing your patience. suddenly you felt a patting on your shoulder. “I am that unattractive in my sleep so you’re spending the night on the balcony?” Kei was checking your mood by attentively watching your reaction to this comment. you were still watching the flickering. Tsukishima tried to approach your face “Hey, I—.” you embraced him as soon as he got closer. Kei got terrified as he felt you shivering. you were trembling. all of it all of the sudden fell at your shoulders. the heaviness of helplessness was devastating. the crying couldn’t be held back anymore. you had no idea what is going to happen next. and only here with Tsukishima you thought it was safe. it was yet the best moment of this day. to feel Kei Tsukishima just like that next to you. even though the reason wasn’t that romantic and happy.

and he never saw you like that. and that’s why he didn’t know exactly how to react. he wanted to kill anyone who made you feel like this. he wanted to solve all the problems that caused that desperate seek for help. he wanted to scream at you because you were too proud to ask for help. he wanted to make things alright. he wanted to make you alright. Kei wasn’t sure what he needs to do right now while you had him like that. but Tsukishima couldn’t hear you cry either. so he was tenderly holding your arms as he got to one knee. Kei thought it was wrong to be higher than you now. he looked at you up and down. he felt rage, ruefulness, confusion and concern. all of it at the same time. Tsukishima tilted his head as his hand carefully lifted up your chin. your lips tensed. you tried to look away because you didn’t want Kei to see you like this. all messed up, eyes red from crying. “Come on” Tsukishima pulled you to him making you want sob more and more. Kei wanted you to know what he cares and wants to help. you had to lower a bit to meet his prickly shoulder. he was holding your head, still standing on one knee, and started stroking your back as his lips were convincing your shoulder that everything was going to be okay. Kei dug into your skin hell-bent while he was trying to think of how he was going to help you. that definitely was going to leave bruises. with every kiss Tsukishima gave you, his hands tightened a bit more as he was scared to see you hurt again and to be not able to be there for you.

#haikyu!!#haikyuu!!#haikyu x reader #haikyuu #hurt/comfort #tsukishima x reader #haikyuu tsukishima #tsukishima x you #tsukishima kei #tsukishima #kei tsukishima

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hexpea · 5 months

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Ch. 6 - A Mother's Promise

The day had finally rolled around where you knew to expect Toji. The racing in your chest increased in frequency with each passing hour. You hoped that your behavior was normal, that you weren't letting any nerves slip through for those around you to start asking questions.

You hoped there was a way to work things out with Toji. To be completely honest, you hoped you could just get rid of him altogether. If he was so dangerous but loved his son enough, he'd stay away. But you didn't want to get your hopes up.

When the evening rolled around, you put Megumi to bed as usual. It didn't take him long to fall asleep, again as usual and very different from your Tsumiki. You kept her on your mind as you took a seat in the rocking chair that sat at the corner of the room. A single, dim lamp on a night stand remained lit as you waited for Toji, reading a novel you had picked out from the Zenin's small library. This time you also made sure to stay in your yukata, rather than be caught in another silk nightgown.

From there, you waited. And waited, and waited. It got to the point where you wondered if he would even show, but then again he arrived at nearly three in the morning the week prior. You had put your book down and relaxed into the cushioned rocker in an attempt to get a nap in before his arrival, but he had perfect timing.

As soon as you closed your eyes, the shoji door opened quietly and carefully. His tall, dark figure stepped into the room. He loomed briefly toward the crib where Megumi slept but then took a few steps closer to you where he could be better seen, his facial features becoming visible in the warm light.

"Hello," you greeted first in a low, serious tone. Despite your seriousness, your heart picked up its pace again. He was intimidating to look at, toned muscles nearly bursting out of the usual tight fitting t-shirt he wore. You knew he was a man who could snap your neck like a twig at any given moment.

"Hi," he greeted back informally, crouching so that his elbows rested on his knees. He stared at you intensely, black hair just falling into his vision. "So, what have you got for me?"

You took a deep breath and looked up as if to pray to the gods. You then sat forward on the rocking chair, sitting up straight to maintain your serious demeanor.

"Do you care about Megumi?" You asked. "Like, seriously?"

He furrowed his brow at your question. "Is that really even a question?" You stared at him as your answer. "I come here every week, to a place I'm not supposed to be. I take what I can get."

"If you really care and love Megumi as your son, you'll stop coming here," you declared. Attempt number one: see if you can actually get him to stop coming. "For his safety."

He gave a single chuckle which burst out into soft laughter. He hung his head with a smile on his face as his laughter concluded. "I come here to see my son. I don't plan on stopping any time soon, even if that means your death." His laughter had completely stopped and his tone had run cold. He was serious.

"As I thought," you muttered under your breath. "Well then, I figured...I'm able to take Megumi anywhere as long as I leave a detailed record of my destination and time spent in each location. Perhaps you can tag along, meet us at the locations." You paused for a moment and watched his face of contemplation. "You are awake during the day, right? This three in the morning stuff isn't every night?"

He gave a crooked, close-lipped smile and stood up, looking down at you with the same smile. "I can make it work," he agreed.

"So that's a yes to the three A.M. stuff," you sighed. "Coming with us will keep you off these grounds and keep us safe, so long as the Zenins don't send some kind of a spy to see if I'm really going to these places."

"I wouldn't be surprised," he lowly chuckled. "This is, honestly, more dangerous that me showing up here in the early morning." You swallowed hard at his response. He was right, but you still felt more safe keeping him away from the rest of the Zenin clan.

"Well," you ignored his statement for the time being, "tomorrow I need to go to the store to buy some formula and other groceries," you sighed. "I figure we can do that, and then I can pack a picnic for the sakura viewing...assuming I can find a spot somewhere. How's that?"

He kept his crooked, close-lipped smile but his upper lip quivered as if he wanted to smile further. "Sounds good to me," he agreed. "We'll see how long this lasts."

The two of you stood in silence after your agreement, staring at one another. The silence was incredibly loud, at least until Megumi began to stir as if right on schedule.

You quickly rushed to his side before he could get any louder with his whimpers. You held him close on your hip as you went toward his dresser where you kept the formula at the ready. You were about to put the bottle to his lips when you looked at Toji. He was standing by with his arms crossed over his chest, he had been studying your motions as you handled his son. The look on his face was stone cold as usual, but something about the look in his eyes...it was warmer than usual.

"Do you...want to feed him?" You asked suddenly. Megumi's hands were grasping outward for his bottle as you held it away. He was beginning to get fussy again.

Toji's arms dropped to his side as his look softened entirely, a bit of shock in his expression. He gave a single nod as you approached.

You carefully exchanged Megumi first, trading cradled arms as Megumi continued fussing. Toji instinctively began hushing as if he hadn't not been caring for him for the past few months. You then handed the warm bottle to him.

"How long did you get to raise him before...?" You trailed off as you carefully watched Toji feed his son.

"About a month," he sighed. There was a sad look behind his current expression as he looked down at the baby in his arms. "But I was...not in a good place."

"Still aren't," you interrupted without thinking. You quickly covered your mouth with your hands as he glared up at you.

"I had just lost my wife," he continued, now sounding a little choked up, clearing his throat to fix it - which was unexpected, "the only woman I actually cared about...for once. She was unafraid of me. She wasn't happy with what I was doing, but she still supported me without question to put it shortly." He cleared his throat as he finished his sentence as if to regain his normal composure. You clenched your jaw while listening to his story. "We didn't know one another for very long before tying the knot, Megumi came along not too long after. But when the time came...you know the rest."

"They told me that you sold him to your family," you muttered. Toji looked up at you in this moment. He appeared irritated with your addition.

"I did," he grumbled and turned his attention back to Megumi. "I didn't have a choice but to bring him here," he explained sourly. "He needed something more stable. I had to...work. It's no place for an infant. But I couldn't let my uncle get away with just taking Megumi from me, so I told them he had inherited a special technique and at least got some compensation for it." You were still a bit angered by a baby being sold to the family, but you at least could see why Toji had gone through with it. It ultimately was the better option for Megumi, for the time being. Toji was clearly a man that was smart but still somehow so shitty.

"So nobody knows if he for sure has the Ten Shadows technique?" You wondered. Toji nodded in response.

"At least not yet, but the probability is likely considering the genetic factors involved," he grinned down at his little boy with a sense of pride.

Megumi had finished his bottle and Toji walked over to the dresser to put the bottle back down. Toji then lifted the baby to his shoulder where he gently began to pat his back. With the view in front of you, you could hardly believe it. A supposed stone-cold killer was somehow so gentle. How could this man possibly be a killer?

#toji fushiguro x reader #fushiguro toji x reader #fushiguro toji x you #toji fushiguro x you #fushiguro toji x y/n #toji fushiguro x y/n #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #toji fushiguro #fushiguro toji

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sroop · 9 months

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chomper (i)

She's a good actress, even when she was an inch away from a heart attack, Joel thinks.

Pairing: Joel Miller x reader (no y/n)

Warnings: suggested danger, potential for violence (none actually happens), aggressive behavior from an animal

Summary: Joel sees a woman struggling with her dog as a strange man approaches, and steps in to help before things escalate.

No outbreak au and Joel has both his daughters :D

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It's dark, mostly, and usually Joel likes it like that because it feels safe and familiar, but he just feels bad about it now. He wishes he could switch on that broken streetlight that the city's been refusing to fix for months now, if only so it would help the girl across the street from him feel a little better.

She twists her head around her shoulder. No one there, not that they can see, but her dog is growling and snapping at the empty road anyway. Joel can hear her muttering reassurances and pleading with the animal to let it go and hurry home instead, but if anything it only encourages the dog's snarling. She's starting to pull at the leash now.

From where he's standing, he can see a figure shift from far away. It slinks closer and closer until it's standing under the glow of a lamp further back, casting a stark contrast of light and shadow on the silhouette of a lanky man. He's tall, maybe taller than Joel, and stares straight ahead. At her. His pace is steady and unwavering, a straight march towards where she stands, tugging desperately at her half-mad dog. Joel thinks the animal is right about its instincts, just not about staying and fighting. He stays right where he is, just in case.

It's when the man begins to slow down, just before the girl and her dog, when he hears her voice crack with fear, that Joel crosses the street. It must have frightened her even more, to see two unfamiliar men stalking towards her in this time of night, because she skitters away from them and jumps when her back reaches a chain link fence behind. The dog, to its credit, snaps ferociously at them.

"Darling, I've been looking for you," Joel sighs, doing his best impression of the tone he takes with Sarah and Ellie when they've been late out. "Do you know we had dinner thirty minutes ago?"

"I- sorry, she wouldn't go back until we reached the park. I didn't realize it was that late," the girl says. She's a good actress, even when she was an inch away from a heart attack, Joel thinks. She even goes so far as to smile sheepishly at the man and apologize for the way the dog tries to lunge at him. "Let's go, puppy. We gotta go."

The man crosses the street and disappears down some other shadowy part of the neighborhood when the girl shifts her attention to Joel.

"Thank you," she says stiffly. She's scanning his person, subtly, but enough for Joel to recognize from his years of service as someone who knows they're still in danger. Her dog, at the very least, has calmed down.

Joel gives her his best gentle smile and says, "I'll just walk with you for another block or so. In case he's still watching." It seems reasonable enough to her, and she nods her assent.

They end up walking three, the first in silence, the second in amiable small talk, and the third exchanging stories of the dog Joel had when he'd been in school and the dog, Chomper, she was watching for a friend for a few months. The night was pleasantly cool enough for him to offer her his flannel, though he felt strangely warm despite its loss as they arrived on his street.

He taps her shoulder gently.

"This is actually me. If you feel ok walking back alone from here, I think I'll go inside," Joel says, his smile lopsided and a little sheepish. He's wondering if this is rude, stopping mid way, but he doesn't want to get to her house and have her feel afraid that he would know where she lived. It wasn't ideal, but it was enough. She waves away his worry.

"You've done more than enough. Thank you, Joel."

The kiss she lays at his cheek flutters through him violently, all shut eyes and short inhale. He thanks the city for not fixing those damned lamps because if they were on, he was sure she would be able to see the way he flushed red from a goddamned kiss on the cheek.

He clears his throat and gruffly replies, "Anytime."

Joel shuts his door and slumps onto his couch a little numbly, unable to suppress the smile at his lips as he recalls the events of a few minutes ago. He feels excitement bubble in his chest. It was just all so... pleasant, the way she smiled as she took the flannel and told him about all-bark-no-bite Chomper and poked fun at how much of a grumpy father he sounded like. Joel doesn't realize he's grinning at his shoes in a dark living room until Ellie snaps the lights on.

"What're you doing?"

Joel jumps to his feet, rubbing the back of his neck and says, "Nothin'. Get back to bed, it's late"

"It's te-"

"Too damn late f'you to be up."

Ellie raises a brow, but shrugs and leaves, muttering something about how the rules in this house changed whenever Joel liked them to. He laughs scoffingly at that too, until he realizes, suddenly, that he'd never even asked her her name.

He puts his hands on his hips.

"Damn you, Joel. All these years and Tommy is still better with women than you."

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thanks for reading and lmk what you think!

#joel miller x female reader #joel miller fic #the last of us #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller fanfiction #joel and ellie #tlou

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toast-tales · 10 months

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I Lava You, Chapter 1: Temptation

Cover art by @luckyshotwrites!

This short story takes place after P39 of ITWOM and as such, contains minor spoilers for ITWOM - read at your own risk!

June is a little slime boy who finds themselves in an unfamiliar, giant world. By chance, he crosses paths with Sam, a giant who hasn't eaten a human for three months and thinks they've gotten incredibly lucky to have one just...show up on their doorstep. Not only that, but they want to be...friends? The catch: June thinks Sam is a human, and therefore, he has to hide his identity as a slime. Sam, lucky for June, doesn't know a lot about humans. This can only go well.

This story is cowritten with the amazing, fantastic @luckyshotwrites and uses the minor character June from their ongoing vore story What I'd Do For A Livable Income. It's chock full of monsters, magic, goofs, and absolutely fantastic worldbuilding and characters. Give it a shot if you haven't yet!

Contains: references to g/t soft, safe vore and language. About 2700 words.

Chapter 1: Temptation

June had finally made it to the giant windowsill. He’d climbed from below, able to change his exterior to be sticky enough to scale the building. He shimmied closer to the window.

Luckily, the curtains weren’t drawn. He could see the giant playing a video game.

Is that human very big, or am I very small? The house was huge too, but he could have also been shrunk.

June’s eyes then locked on to another object in the back of the room. Its vibrant, gooey colors that moved inside the lamp grabbed his attention. He pressed his face to the glass to watch it.

Thirty minutes passed by where June remained mesmerized, eyes glued to the fascinating display on the giant’s shelf. The only reason his attention was redirected once more was the giant shifting in their seat.

Okay June. I gotta get serious. I need directions back to work to see everyone again, so I gotta get the human’s attention.

He removed his face from the glass and tapped on it. As expected, though, the inhabitant of the room didn’t hear, especially given the fact that they were wearing a headset.

And then, an idea popped into his head—the giant was in range of his “voice.” He tried to send the tapping noise to the giant’s head directly, by doing a mimicry of it. Of course, June looked no different than a normal human, so the giant wouldn’t notice anything amiss. Right?

Sam nearly jumped out of their seat at the sudden knocking noise, given that they were in a part of their game where they were attempting to be stealthy. This, of course, led to their cover being blown and a “Game Over” screen greeting them in return.

“Dang it!” They swiveled their head around to try and find where the source of the noise had come from. They swore it came from the game, somehow, but that couldn’t have been right.

They didn’t have to look around for long, though. Because right outside their window, next to their desk…was a human. Staring right at them.

Did a HUMAN knock that loudly? It wasn’t a question they decided was important to figure out. They were much more interested in this new development of the night. Something stuck out about this human, but they couldn’t put their finger on what it was.

“Holy shit.” There’s a human right outside my window. What kind of luck is this? Sam had been largely unsuccessful in looking for humans in the wild themselves, in the past three months since Christopher had quit dealing them. They told themselves they weren’t actually addicted to humans. But they could feel the craving inside of them now, making them rather excited that they’d actually get a taste for the first time in months.

Seeing Sam looking back at them, June bounced up and down excitedly. That was pretty smart! He thought to himself, not realizing that a lot of people would probably be freaked out if they heard sounds in their head like that. Not only that, but if Sam was a “regular-sized human” like June assumed, seeing a tiny June would likely be terrifying for them.

Sam opened the window hurriedly, but as they did, they finally realized what had been bugging them about the human. “...glasses?” they said aloud—not as a question to the human, but as an observation. They’d never seen a human with glasses before.

This observation was about all that kept them from grabbing the human immediately.

“I do wear glasses, and you don’t wear glasses.” June’s smile was warm and chipper—he didn’t appear to be fearful of Sam’s height. In fact, he was amazed by it—it was clear from the glimmer in his eyes.

The slime didn’t move any closer yet. You should never go into someone’s house uninvited. He didn’t want to be rude.

Oh god, they’re talking to me. Sam still wasn’t familiar with the concept of humans making conversation with them. I mean, Chris’s got that weird human, but—

“And hi, I’m June!” the slime said, putting out a tiny hand. “It’s nice to meet you! I’m a little lost, so if you have time, can you help me? If not, I can wait here.” June got ready to plop down if needed. “It seems like it might be a nice night.”

Sam either didn’t see the human’s tiny hand stuck out to greet them, didn’t pay attention, or didn’t care. June couldn’t be sure. Sam picked them up—not roughly, but perhaps not as gently as they should have. They held June up close to their face to get a better look at the human they’d caught.

The giant’s stomach grumbled.

I mean…I should have dinner first, but…

It was incredibly tempting to taste the human now. The smell was…well, the smell was actually a little different than most of the humans they were used to. It wasn’t as strong, and a bit…strange. Sam couldn’t put their finger on what it was, though. It didn’t matter too much—they weren’t picky, certainly not after three months.

Wait wait wait. Chris’s human talks to them all the time, and she’s—

Sam began to connect dots and make assumptions that would be, to anyone who had access into their mind, wildly incorrect. This human is talking to me…so maybe if I…is this one of those WILLING ones?

Wildly incorrect assumptions aside, this at least spurred Sam to try something new. A wide smile crossed their face—friendly enough, though the excitement probably seemed unwarranted to June. “Hey there, little human. I’m Sam.” The rest of what the human had said kind of skipped Sam’s mind. Or maybe they had just spaced out when they’d caught the human’s scent.

June cast a glance into the room past Sam. His eyes locked onto his previous target, his beloved—the lava lamp. But Sam’s voice caught his attention.

“Little human? I don’t think I’ve ever been called that before.” Realizing his mistake, he quickly tried to recover. He couldn’t let this human know he wasn’t human! “The little part.” Nailed it.

He made sure to commit the giant’s name to memory. “Sam, thank you for the…nickname?” He guessed that Sam had decided to give him a nickname instead of using his actual name. In that case, he was glad that the nickname described what he was disguising himself as perfectly. That meant that he was doing a good job, and if anyone else met him, they’d be none the wiser.

Sam still wasn’t quite listening to June, running over what their plans for the evening would entail. “You can…stay here…for now…” God, I just want a taste. Just a little taste. What the hell do I SAY this is so WEIRD.

This really caught June off guard. “Stay here?” He giddily bounced a bit in Sam’s grip. “Like a sleepover?” He stopped himself. Be cool, June! This will be my first human sleepover. Or—giant human sleepover?

“I mean, um, if you were offering a sleepover…to be friends…I wouldn’t say no…” Sam’s grip prevented June from tapping his pointer fingers together in a pleading manner. “But, if you’re offering until I get my bearings together, that’s fine too!”

Oh my god. They ARE one of those willing ones. Sam leapt to the incorrect conclusion with all the confidence of a seasoned trapeze artist. Yet, something about what the human said made them pause again. They want to be…friends?

I would save so much money if I had a human stay with me. Sam’s cravings directed their train of thought away from the previous track, though that small sentiment didn’t leave completely. Their grin widened. “You can stay as long as you want, little buddy.” They didn’t think to ask June about whether or not they were, indeed, willing to be eaten, as they just sort of assumed all humans knew what they were in for with giants.

Buddy?!? June latched onto that word. It was official. He’d made another new friend. Much like Sam, June was vastly misinterpreting his situation.

He nodded his head enthusiastically. “Thank you, thank you, Sam!”

He wondered how it’d be to have a sleepover with a human. Is it any different with the giant ones?

Sam swallowed some of the saliva that had begun pooling in their mouth, with June so close to their face. It was so, so tempting. No no no. If I wait until after dinner, I can eat it before bed and sleep on it. Yeah.

But if I don’t eat it now, then…Sam looked around their room for a temporary human-sized containment unit, coming up short. They gave the strange human a curious look, full of a…naive sort of trust. “So. Um. If I uh…leave you here for a bit, you’re not going to run off, right?”

June raised his shoulders—Sam had released their grip just enough for them to wiggle their arms out. He looked at the lava lamp again. There it was—his chance. I can’t, no…I…I’ll just look!

He nodded, very sure of himself now. “No, I would never run from a buddy, I promise. Besides, you seem nice,” he replied honestly. “And, uh…” his honesty gave way to what he considered his “devious” side. He glanced at the lamp, pointing towards it. “You can leave me there so I can watch it while I wait for you!” June looked up at Sam with big, innocent eyes—a perfect imitation of a puppy dog.

Sam raised an eyebrow, but didn’t question June’s willingness to stay put. “Oookay then.”

They looked to where the human was pointing—the lava lamp on a shelf on the other side of their room. “Uh, that?” They walked over and set June down next to it. Oh, this is perfect, actually. They can’t get down from the shelf. Why didn’t I think of that earlier?

They found themselves chuckling at how fascinated this human seemed to be with their lamp. I think I got this thing from the clearance section at the thrift store or something. “Oh, you think that’s cool, huh? Check this out.” They hit a button on the power cord, and the lights started cycling through different colors slowly.

June’s eyes shone brightly upon seeing the lava lamp as he admired it with the biggest of smiles. But when Sam hit the button and the beautiful color lit up, his eyes got even brighter. “WHOA!” He looked back at Sam pointing to it. “Do you see this?” Then he chuckled. “Of course you do. It’s so cool! It’s like a giant glow stick, but—” he kept looking back and forth between the lamp and his new friend Sam.

He was too erratic for words, reduced to little bouncy expressions at the color changes as he kept looking back to the giant every so often to make sure his new friend didn’t miss them.

Sam, without realizing it, found themselves amused by the little human’s bubbly and over-the-top excitement. And for just a moment—the briefest of moments—they forgot about how hungry they were. “You like glowy things, huh, little dude?” Wait’ll they see the RGB lighting on my PC. They’d been playing on their handheld earlier, not their PC, so June would be in for a big surprise later.

June peered back and nodded. “Yeah, I love things that glow! I have a ton of glow sticks at home.” Though I ate most of them. “But nothing like this!” He wore the widest grin imaginable. “I couldn’t see things without my glasses—” he put a finger to the frames. “I have really bad sight. So now when I have them I can see all kinds of stuff, and I love the glowy stuff the best.” He then gestured to the tattoos on Sam’s arms. “Or pretty art like that.”

He almost wanted to copy them on his own arms to match, but he refrained. He had to be a human.

Sam’s grin widened as the human pointed out their tattoos. They were particularly proud of the relatively fresh one they’d gotten about a week ago—not being able to buy humans did provide them with a bit of extra spending money. “You’ve got good taste, little buddy.” Taste. Fuck. They’d almost forgotten about making dinner. “Okay, listen. You, uh…stay here. I’m gonna eat dinner. Then I’ll be right back.”

June gave the giant a thumbs-up. “I will keep your seat safe—” he almost forgot that they weren’t the same height. “I mean view!”

He laughed a little as Sam rushed out to make dinner.

And then…June was alone with a very pretty, glowy object of beautiful colors that June would never, ever, not in a million years, think of trying to consume…

The slime, perfectly disguised as a human, stared at the lamp longingly. He pursed his lips together and turned his head away. Look somewhere else, June. Sam seems to like this thing, too. He tried to ignore it, but the quiet hum called him like a bug to a zapper.

After a few minutes, he couldn’t help himself. He had to try and open it up and try some. Just a little. Sam wouldn’t notice if I ate a tiny bit.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

Sam didn’t have any fancy dinner plans. They made a beeline for the package of instant ramen in their pantry, impatiently tapping their foot as they waited for the microwave to finish. They could still smell the human from here, and it just made their stomach clench with hunger even more.

The three-minute silence left Sam little to do but be occupied by their own thoughts. For a human, they seem pretty cool, actually. This was a bit of a first for Sam. The only human they’d ever had anything close to a conversation with was Chris’s human. Daisy? Annie? Whatever her name was.

And now, they’d managed to find a human that was not only unafraid of them, but seemed to want to be their…friend?

It was weird. But…well, Chris seemed to have a pretty sweet deal going on. Without all the screaming and crying and running in terror, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to try making friends with a human. I mean, I get to eat them either way, right?

* * * * * * * * * * * *

June had successfully made his hands grippy enough to get the cap off of the top of the lava lamp, and slowly climbed back down to lower the cap onto the shelf without making any noise.

And now…to climb back up for his tiny sip.

He leaned himself over the edge to taste some. He could feel the warmth of the glass and the strange liquid in himself as he absorbed it.

He had to force his body to cool quickly so he could take it in. He tipped further and further forward as he drank it, before he fell completely into the warm mixture of wax and chemicals.

Oh no! Ah! It’s hot! He had to quickly force his body to “drink” it, past his work uniform. He was increasing in height as he did so, though he made sure to keep his body’s color the same and not transparent.

He tried to get to the sides to pull himself out. He didn’t know how long Sam would take.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

Sam was rather blissfully unaware of the lava lamp carnage that was occurring in their room at this time. They were instead looking down at their bowl of instant ramen, and for some reason, they could feel Christopher’s disappointment with their meal choices.

Sigh. Fine. They dropped an egg into the bowl and stirred it a bit, then sprinkled some seasoning on top. They figured the red pepper flakes would give it some color, at least. It was like…well, the addition of ingredients seemed to only highlight the sadness of the meal, but at least it was probably healthier now. Though they couldn’t remember if they were supposed to cook the egg first, or—

Eh. YOLO. The ramen at least took the edge off of their hunger. If they ate quickly, they could probably eat the human in two hours or so.

They headed back to their room, bowl in hand, hoping the human hadn’t, like, fallen off the shelf or something.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

Chapter 2 ->

Yes, this story WILL continue! What kind of hijinks await these two? Will June be able to lie his way out of this one? Stay tuned!

And thank you for reading! < 3

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Have Yourself a Merry Little Krampus

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The streets are, he’s loathed to use the seasonal word, bustling as he cuts through throngs of shoppers crowding the sidewalks. A line of children are practically curving around a corner waiting anxiously to meet a Santa Claus that sits in the window of the toy store looking at least two too many spiked eggnogs deep into his night.

John slows his hustle down the street when he sees her; her back to him, arms crossed. He watches as a man with an obnoxious number of shopping bags knocks several into her, shooting her a look like it’s her fault. She shoots him daggers, unfolding one of her hands moving it gracefully in front of her. A few of the man’s bags disappear, no doubt appearing on the doorsteps of someone in need.

John wraps an arm around her waist when he reaches her. “I saw that Zee,” he says pressing his face into her long dark hair that’s all resting over one shoulder.

She just shrugs turning slightly to give him an innocent smile over her shoulder. “One look at that guy tells me he’s been rude to every worker he encountered today, no regrets.”

John snorts pressing a kiss to her temple before readjusting so one arm is slung across her shoulders, they step together walking leisurely as people practically run around them.

“Is it bad I didn’t even realize it was December, let alone so close to Christmas?” he muses looking at the bright decorations lining every shop and light post.

“I’d be more surprised if you actually knew the date,” Zatanna says with a smile reaching up and tangling her fingers with his.

It’s been a long time since he celebrated a holiday with any sort of real intent, even longer since he found himself in his home country for one.

John steers them from the crowded streets, the festive lighting making way for normal flickering lamp posts. He cuts them through a cobbled alleyway, the skittering squeak of rats brushing along the damp walls. This is the London he’s more familiar with, more comfortable with. Not the holiday dreamscape they just passed through.

He halts them to a stop near the end of the dead-end alley disentangling himself from Zatanna.

“Is this where you kill me?” she squints at him, her lips twitching ever so slightly.

“I told you I had a place here,” he says reaching up and pulling at a rusty old fire escape ladder. It takes a couple of noisy pulls but eventually the ladder slides down.

“That in no way changes my question,” she retorts not even trying to hide the smile this time.

“Now, we both know if I ever tried to kill you, you’d end me first,” he says reaching up and stepping onto the ladder. He bounces on it a couple times before deigning it safe to climb. “And a dirty alley would just be so fuckin’ cliché.”

He holds out a hand to her with a roguish smile.

“Oh, no you go first,” she says tilting her head upwards. “Then if you fall to your death I can catch you.”

He shrugs starting his climb up. The ladder holds strong despite its appearance taking him all the way to the first platform. He looks over the edge gesturing down for Zatanna to join him.

He can’t hear her words but he watches her hands move sending her floating up in the air till she reaches the platform landing gracefully on it beside him.

“Show off,” he scoffs. She beams at him, hip checking him as she flips her hair back and starts up the first set of stairs.

“Three up,” he says following behind her just a little disappointed that a usually delightful view is being obstructed by her long deep red leather duster.

She stops when she reaches the right platform letting John slip past her closer than he needs to, his fingers trailing into the open front of her jacket and across her waist.

He crouches down fumbling in his pockets till he procures his pocket knife. He slips it into the windows scant gap wiggling it around till the lock pops. He lifts the window up and slips in landing a little clumsily. He holds a hand out the window for Zatanna which she takes this time slipping in with far more grace than he had.

She raises an eyebrow at him in question.

“I lost the key years ago,” he says answering her unspoken question. He shuts the window, locking it back up before making his way to the door flicking on the dim lights. “But I don’t pay a dime for the place cause I helped the guy who owns the building get rid of a poltergeist years ago.”

Zatanna walks around the small one room flat running a hand along the kitchen counter that John’s proud to say doesn’t have any spoiling food sitting on it from the last time he was here.

“He’s also under the impression that if he ever raises the rent for any tenant I’ll put a curse on him,” John says slipping off his coat and hanging it on the broken coat hanger near the door. It’s warm inside, comfortably so thanks to the free utilities the building provides, also courtesy of John’s not so thinly veiled threat of a curse.

Zatanna chuckles plopping down on the mattress and box springs that sit on the floor. He thinks he had a bedframe once, but he can’t be certain.

“Well, I love what you’ve done with the place,” she says looking around. The paint on the walls is a shade or two off from what it should be, yellowing from his persistent indoor smoking, there’s a battered Mucous Membrane poster hanging on one wall, a tv that likely predates both of them that only gets five channels covered in dust. There are books magical and not strewn everywhere, wads of crumpled up paper that missed trash cans line the edges of nearly every wall and an empty bottle of rum rests on the nightstand. His kitchen is bordering on barren; he thinks there might be two mugs and single plate for them to share if they’re lucky. The bathroom door has a hole in it from a fist thrown his way he narrowly ducked out of the way of.

Zatanna is by far the prettiest thing in the space leaning back on her elbows comfortably on a bed that’s likely never truly been made. She should look out of place with her artfully put together outfit that fits her just right, her wavy, shiny hair practically glittering in the low light. But like nearly every aspect of his life, dark and dank and generally rough she blends in seamlessly when she shouldn’t.

“You’d love my decorator,” he says making his way over to the bed.

“Oh, yeah?” she says biting her lip in a way that he swears on angels that hate him will kill him one day.

John hums. “Handsome bloke, dashing really,” he says as he finally reaches the bed. Zatanna leans up as he leans down nudging her crossed legs apart to fit himself between them.

“Let me guess: blonde, always looks a little tired,” she says before snapping her fingers the sheets beneath her changing in an instant. It’s a good call, he can’t remember how long they’ve been on this bed or what he’s done in them.

“That’s him. Vaguely always smell of cigarettes,” he says as Zatanna slides back onto the fresh sheets pulling John down along with her by his tie.

She fully laughs, guffaws really, right in his face as he attempts to lean in for a kiss.

“You think you just vaguely smell of cigarettes?” she says with a snort. “The olfactory fatigue is real.”

John chuckles skimming his nose along her neck till he reaches her lips again kissing her once long and slow.

“I don’t hear you complaining,” he says when he pulls back till he’s on his knees. He grips her hips pulling her against him. If the lip bite didn’t kill him the gasp she lets out at the motion might.

“Only once a year,” she says lifting up so they’re nose to nose. She grabs him by the tie again, pulling him down into her warmth and flipping them so their positions are reversed in one smooth motion.

“And,” she says adjusting herself over top of him her legs bracketing his hips now. “I haven’t used my one complaint a year yet.”

He smirks up at her his hands trailing up pushing her long coat from her shoulders. Years ago, when they were still practically kids on a New Year’s Eve on some rooftop in Las Vegas she proposed the idea of his New Year’s resolution being to kick his smoking habit. He’d told her frankly there wasn’t a chance in hell, but that he’d grant her the option to complain about it once a year till they were old and grey if he lasted that long. She’s never failed to take the opportunity to do so, he thinks it’s less about the smoking bothering her and more about her enjoying taking the piss out of him whenever she can.

“And will you be using it now?” he asks as she leans down her long hair a curtain around his field of vision.

“Nah,” she says pressing her mouth to his firm and insistent.

***

“Should we do a gift exchange or something?” John muses cracking open the window as he lights a cigarette a long time later, after they’ve both been sated and relaxed several times over. A chill brushes in as he leans against the windowsill, warmer than it should be this time of year, but a chill that’s strong enough he wishes he’d at least put some pants back on.

He’s not exactly great at gift giving, but if it’s something she’d like he’d give it a try. He always gets it right on her birthday every year without fail, it’s every holiday in between he tends to miss entirely.

Zatanna adjusts on the bed the oversized Siouxsie and the Banshees t-shirt she’d taken a gamble on the cleanliness of slipping off her right shoulder. She leans back against the yellowing wall attempting to tame her hair to one side. It’s a mess from John running his hands through it and he guarantee his looks even worse from the way she likes to pull at his.

“I don’t know, it’s not like Christmas is a big deal to either of us,” she muses. John looks down in the alley watching as some neighbor of his drags a particularly scroungy looking plastic tree to the dumpster.

“I haven’t had a proper celebration of any sort in,” he trails off struggling to remember the last time Christmas even really properly crossed his mind. With Kit had probably been the last time he’d so much as considered celebrating it and that had been years ago.

“Same,” she says. “It wasn’t that big of a deal when I was a kid. Dad tended to do shows right on through till New Year’s. Christmas morning I opened some spell book and then we were off to whatever venue he was performing in. Since then I tend to get dragged to Ollie’s big holiday bash, but that’s about it.”

“We could always head back to the states and do that?” he suggests taking a long drag of his cigarette.

“After how the last party we attended that Oliver threw went, I’m gonna say we pass,” she says shifting so she’s back under the covers.

John takes another long drag of his cigarette before stamping it out on the wall, flicking it out the window and shutting it tight. He rejoins her under the covers sliding down under them with her. She nudges at him till he gets with the program, moving so his back is presented to her. She shuffles up against him tangling their legs together, wrapping her arms around him and pressing her face in between his shoulder blades.

She presses a kiss there before settling down on the pillows she magically fluffed once she realized how pathetically flat they’d been her warm breath ghosting against the back of his neck.

“So that’s a no to gifts then?” he asks moving his thumb across the knuckles of one of her hands.

“Being with you is a gift enough,” she says seriously and he feels it as her nose scrunches up at the words. “Ugh, I take that back,” she says as he starts to laugh.

“That was disgusting,” he says still laughing as she joins him her chest rumbling against his back.

“It was. Forget I ever said that,” she says her laughter settling down.

“We’ll just treat it like any other day where we’re not in peril,” John says and Zatanna hums in agreement.

“I mean you’ve probably just jinxed us by saying that,” she chuckles cut off with a little yawn. “But I agree. I don’t have any shows till after New Year’s, we just solved a big case and we have this shitty little apartment of yours all to ourselves. You didn’t even notice it was the holidays till about four hours ago anyways.”

“True,” John says feeling himself falling into slumber as her breath starts to even out behind him. “We’re not particularly spirited.”

***

The final few days till Christmas breeze by, the two of them never straying too far into any shopping districts from the warmth of the flat. It’s been all hole in the wall restaurants with the best food you’ve ever eaten in your life and dive bars for them, blissfully untainted by the hordes of shoppers populating the rest of the city.

The days have blurred together comfortably, the closest to a peaceful break the two of them have experienced in ages.

A knock at his door mid afternoon forces him to peel himself from bed and Zatanna’s arms forgetting to even put on pants as he stumbles towards the door. Zatanna’s hand slips from the cocoon of covers a small wave of magic literally slapping him on the ass before a pair of sweatpants cover him up.

“Happy Christmas Eve!” the woman in the alarmingly bright light up surfing Santa sweater shouts as he opens the door.

“Noticed that you were back along with a pretty lady friend lately, so I thought you’d like an invite,” she says with a chipper smile handing John a woven red basket filled to the brim with treats. He vaguely remembers her from the poltergeist situation, her name starting he’s 87 percent certain with an H. Holly? Hayley? Something like that. She’s the one that decorated the halls, that much he knows. The little elf on the shelf, string lights and garland greeting him every time he walks out the front door all her handiwork.

“All the info is on the card!” she says before he can even get in a single word already bounding down the hall to the next door trailing along a child’s wagon filled with more baskets behind her. His grumpy neighbor opens the door after one knock with an annoyed yell. John mutters a curse under his breath quickly shuffling inside. Prior to Zatanna remembering to put a silencing spell on his flat they’d angered his neighbor quite a few times with their more enthusiastic activities.

John stretches his neck out as he trails back to the bed plucking the card from the basket. He steps onto the mattress purposefully shaking it as he crawls over Zatanna disturbing her nest of blankets. She groans at him pushing the blankets down her face grumpy and squinty as he settles back on his side of the bed leaning against the wall.

“We’ve been invited to a building wide Christmas Eve party,” John says flipping the card open. Zatanna moves up still squinting at him purposely breathing right into his face. Her morning breath is, well it’s not great, but he knows he’s no better and while she still smells like straight bourbon he certainly has a mix of things going on. It was a good night.

She smiles satisfied when he makes a face at her. She pulls the basket out of his lap digging in. He watches as her fingers pick through the contents. Her once pristine maroon and black acrylics are in varying levels disarray. Paint chipped on a few, and a few straight up gone entirely for one pleasant or fun reason or another. Yeah, a damn good night.

“Ew,” she says pulling a Cornish pastry wrapped in a cheerful snowman napkin out and dropping it in his lap. “That’s for you.” John snorts moving it to the nightstand.

She makes a triumphant little noise when she finds a tin of homemade chocolate dipped shortbread underneath the offending pie sliding the basket aside. She takes a bite of one in the shape of a tree and lets out a moan that’s akin to the ones John’s used to having the luxury of coaxing out of her.

“Oh man,” she says meeting his eyes. She fell asleep in her makeup it smudged in glittering streaks somehow still artfully around her eyes. “I don’t want to go to her party but I could kiss her on the mouth for these cookies.”

She settles in against John’s shoulder continuing her shortbread meal. He wraps an arm around her trailing his fingers up and down her exposed arms.

“What do you say you magic these pants off me and we stay this way all day?” he suggests. He reaches out attempting to grab a shortbread of his own but is stopped by a magical barrier. John gives her look and she blinks up at him innocently reaching up and offering the paltry last remaining backside of a reindeer shaped shortbread. He leans down taking the whole piece in his mouth nipping at her fingers for good measure.

She smiles at him happily going for another shortbread through her own magical barrier. “I like the sound of that, but I desperately need to shower. I feel like I bathed in bourbon last night.”

“I do distinctly recall licking some off of varying parts of your body,” he says with a sultry smirk wiping at his mouth.

“Yeah,” Zatanna says pulling away from him taking her shortbread with her. “Definitely need a shower,” she says tossing her still magically protected goods on the kitchen counter as she heads for the bathroom.

John grabs the rest of the basket and the pastry on the nightstand taking a bite as he walks over to the counter. He hums pleased at the taste, damn can Holly/Hayley bake. He slides the rest of the basket on the counter enjoying the rest of the pastry as the water is turned on in the shower, steam slowly billowing out of the hole in the door as it warms up.

“So, are you joining me or what?” Zatanna says voice clear through the thin broken door. John scrambles off the kitchen stool shoving the rest of the pastry in his mouth chewing with effort as he strips his sweatpants off.

He pulls open the shower door about to step in when a firm hand hits his chest, the acrylics are all gone now he notes. “Not until you brush your teeth, meat mouth,” she says flicking a bit of water at him with her other hand. He waggles his eyebrows at the nickname.

“Ugh, you know what I mean,” she says shoving him back until he hits the sink still chewing away as he reaches for his toothbrush.

***

“And every time a bell rings an angel gets his wings,” the little girl on the tv says, the picture blurry as hell.

“You’ve encountered more angels than I have in your day,” Zatanna says pausing to pop another piece of caramel popcorn from the basket Holly/Hayley had dropped off earlier in her mouth. She swivels around on the kitchen island stool for a moment to look at him. Despite their original plan they did get somewhat dressed after their time in the shower, Zatanna in shorts and a Star City Stars sweater and John in the sweatpants she’d magicked onto him earlier. “Any truth to that statement?”

John reaches around her from his stool indelicately shoving a handful of popcorn in his mouth. “If it is we need to stop ringing bells cause a lot of them are pricks,” he says his words muffled by the popcorn still in his mouth. Zatanna rolls her eyes at him shifting her attention back to the tv, channeling surfing between the five varying levels of blurry channels.

John’s eyes drift away to the window swallowing down his mouthful of popcorn.

“Is it snowing?” he says doing a double take.

“Considering it was pushing 65 when you went out on the fire escape for a smoke twenty minutes ago I doubt it,” Zatanna says twisting around leaving the duct taped remote and container of popcorn on the counter. She freezes when she’s turned getting down from her seat and moving towards the window.

“Holy shit,” she says lifting the window up and holding a hand out a few ice-cold flakes falling onto her skin.

“Guess this is a Christmas miracle,” he says shifting behind her shivering a bit as the air turns even colder.

Zatanna wipes her wet hand on John’s sweatpants just as a loud thumping from next door drags their attention from the weather anomaly outside.

“Now who’s being noisy,” John grumbles moving over to the wall to bang on it with his fist the way his neighbor had nights before. He knocks on the wall four successive times and is met with a moment’s silence followed by another thump and a yell.

“That didn’t sound like just a grumpy yell,” Zatanna says rushing over to the edge of the bed slipping on a pair of white sneakers. She’s at the front door by the time John has one arm in the sleeve of a Mucous Membrane tank top.

Zatanna pounds on their neighbor’s door only met with another more urgent sounding yell.

She uses her magic to bust the door down just in time to watch as their neighbor screams again. His flat is just as small as John’s so it’s impossible to miss it as a giant jack in the box looking creature with sharp teeth swallows the man down like a snake. He scrambles at the hardwood floor leaving marks as he’s consumed.

Zatanna watches wide eyed for a moment before kicking into gear.

“Tel mih og,” she yells moving her hands towards the thing. The magic bounces right off the creature as the neighbor’s head disappears down the pinkish gullet of the monster.

“Fuck,” she says running towards the door bumping right into John as he finally arrives.

“What the fuck?” he says scrambling as Zatanna pushes at his chest moving him back out into the hall.

“It ate your neighbor,” she says in a rush. The monster scrapes along behind them dragging itself towards the door.

“Ate him?” John says pausing and looking back as the thing struggles to pull itself through the doorway, it’s large box base getting caught. The thing thrashes in the doorway for a moment before closing its mouth, slowly shrinking down in size.

They back up side by side eyes never moving from the jack in the box as it gets smaller and smaller. Zatanna lifts a hand backwards magic under her breath, she may not be able to affect the actual thing with magic, but everything else is fair game.

“Mals eht rood!” she shouts the door banging closed with a crash knocking the jack in the box monster back inside the room. “Kcol ti!”

The monster on the other side lets out a weird jack in the box style song banging at the locked door shaking it. They turn ready to make their way back into John’s flat only to find the door blocked, the elf on the shelf that John has been side eying for days stands in front of the door much larger than it had been.

“You’ve got to be fuckin’ kiddin’ me,” John says moving out an arm in front of Zatanna. The door she’d just magically locked makes a wood cracking sound behind them, Zatanna turning her attention towards it while John keeps his eyes on the elf.

The elf waves at him menacingly.

Zatanna watches as the jack in the box breaks through the door using it’s tiny sharp teeth like a demented beaver chomping through the wood.

“You take the elf, I’ll take the jack in the box,” she says nudging John’s shoulder before moving back the neighbors door. The elf continues to just stare at him not making any move to fight. John decides to take its lead, eyes locked like a wild west showdown to see who makes the first move.

Zatanna takes a more aggressive approach behind him using some of the non-animated decorations in the hall to create a tornado of distraction throwing the hopping jack in the box off of its game.

The elf gets bored with John’s stare down making the first move reaching out a white gloved hand and punching John square in the chest. It sends him barreling back down the hall nearly knocking into Zatanna’s legs as she grabs the plastic reindeer in the hall using all her physical and magical might to throw it at the jack in the box as it attempts to once again grow a larger size.

The elf stalks towards John picking him up by his shirt tearing the already extra wide sleeves even wider. The elf lifts him over it’s head like it’s about to do a back breaking wrestler move. Much to John’s luck it doesn’t choose to do that, instead tossing him down the hallway the opposite way.

He yells catching sight of Zatanna as she slams the plastic reindeer down on the jack in the box again and again.

John lands with a thud, the elf moving his way hovering over him balling its hands into fists ready to bring them down on him.

John puts his arms up blocking the first blow as best he can pushing at the elf keeping it from crushing him. They trade blows John pushing the elf back enough to get the leverage to stand again. The elf backs him into the wall a fist John narrowly evades slamming a hole into the wall. The move distracting John for just long enough that the elf gets a hold on his throat squeezing tight.

He bats at it trying to gain some sort of leverage when its grip loosens the beautiful lilt of backwards magic coming from over it’s shoulder. There’s a wet crunching sound before the evil giant elf on the shelf explodes, guts it shouldn’t have exploding everywhere, Zatanna revealed behind the explosion her hand holding onto the still beating heart of the elf covered in gunk. She drops it stamping it to mush with very much no longer pristine white sneakers.

“You really are gift enough,” John says looking at her rubbing at his neck, charmed by the disgusted look on her face as a glob of elf goo slips past her lips.

She rolls her eyes at him wiping at her face best she can. “Guess magic works on elves, but not demonic toys,” she says turning back checking that there’s no other creatures lingering in the hall.

“What happened to it?” John asks.

“Threw it out the window,” she says making for the still wide open flat door. “The thing cursed me out in German on it’s way down to the pavement.”

“So, a German jack in the box ate my neighbor?” John asks locking the door behind them.

“Der Klown,” she says before running a hand over her body, a few little backwards words cleaning her off. She turns meeting John’s expectant eyes. She huffs giving him the same treatment.

“It gave you it’s name on the way down too?” he says as the mess of elf guts whisp away.

“No,” she says in a tone that makes it clear John’s being particularly daft. “It’s part of an old German holiday legend, Der Klown the seemingly innocent child’s toy that brings terror for its master Krampus.”

John snorts. “Krampus isn’t real,” he says in disbelief.

Zatanna tilts her head holding up a hand. “Babadook’s, Wendigo’s, Chaos Gods,” she lists checking each off with a raised finger as she goes. “Just a few of the things that shouldn’t be real that we have encountered in the last six months alone.”

He shrugs conceding her point.

“Our grumpy neighbor was very anti holidays, and joy in general, not exactly spreading the good tidings,” Zatanna continues on pacing a bit as she thinks. “And us, well we weren’t exactly hopping on the reindeer and spirit train either.”

“But Krampus is supposed to deal with naughty kids, Santa’s opposite and all that,” John says his eyes flicking to the still open window for a moment swearing he saw something moving out there.

“In some legends, but legends change, evolve. Some say it’s the kid’s thing, others believe it’s just about scaring those who don’t see the joy in the season, in gathering with others. I mean you know how it is enough someone’s believe a legend enough and it becomes true, that’s the simplest magic in the universe,” she concludes stopping her pacing. John’s eyes fix over her shoulder again, something’s definitely moving out there.

“The evil elf on the shelf is new, but I’m guessing it’s more of a use of surroundings thing,” Zatanna adds settling her hands on her hips.

John’s eyes go wide watching as hand to God a cookie, a moving cookie makes its way in through the window, followed by another and another.

“Gingerbread man army a part of the legend?” John asks reaching out and grabbing Zatanna by the elbow pulling her his way. She looks at him confused before turning watching as another line of the little guys makes their way inside lining up in seemingly practiced formations.

“Aww, they’re kinda cute,” Zatanna says. They all stand to attention like military each of their tiny cookie hands materializing with an array of small weapons. “Okay, less cute,” Zatanna says as John wraps an arm around her waist keeping her close.

The little gingerbread men scatter circling the both of them. It would be comical these tiny cookie creatures with their sharp knives and scissors coming at them, surrounding them like vultures, if it weren’t so outright terrifying.

Zatanna raises her hands ready to see if magic can be used against the little cookie menaces when the windows shake violently, near to the point of breaking.

A cloud of black smoke appears out on the fire escape hooved feet coming into view confirming Zatanna’s earlier reasoning.

“Elbmurc eseht seikooc,” Zatanna says her hands twisting in the air and coming down onto the ground a wave of magic hitting the little gingers. They don’t so much as shake, each of them sporting a curl of their icing lips.

The first line of cookie defense attacks, the pair of them kicking at the cookie men to keep them away. A knife knicks John’s elbow causing him to grit his teeth as Zatanna crushes a few underfoot heading for the kitchen space. John follows her lead.

She trips at the kitchen island one of the little cookies latched onto her shoelace. She kicks her leg out trying to dislodge the thing. John pulls open every drawer feeling triumphant when he finds a pot and rolling pin he didn’t know he owned.

He turns just as Zatanna kicks the little monster off of her foot another line of the cookies rounding the corner their way, he smashes the pot down hard on the one she’d dislodged crumbling it to bits. He holds the rolling pin out to his girlfriend and she wastes no time gripping it like a baseball bat swinging with abandon as the cookies jump at them.

The fire escape rattles, the window making an awful screeching sound as a booming footstep falls inside. Neither of them can see over the island, but it’s clear from the way the cloven hooves hit the hardwood, Krampus has found his way inside.

A bellowing growl carries over the space, the gingerbread mean freezing in place dropping their weapons and standing to attention, saluting upwards.

Zatanna meets John’s eyes inching back and into a crouch pressed against the kitchen island.

“Nothing says holiday cheer like a homicidal Santa Claus,” John says wryly, whispering.

“Krampus,” Zatanna corrects edging along the kitchen counter trying to stay hidden. It’s likely not working considering the size of the space and of Krampus. The gingerbread men pay them no mind any longer, focused on their leader and any instructions he might give them.

“Semantics,” John says lifting up, he swings the pot out hard at Krampus knocking it directly into one of his large goat like horns.

Krampus does not like it.

Zatanna’s hands are already moving magic flowing from her lips, a burst of angry red magic blasts at Krampus, but much like it had with Der Klown the magic bounces right off of him. Krampus takes a deep breath blowing it out heavily, nostrils flaring with a cloud of condensation moving through the chilled room. It’s the first good look they’ve gotten at him, his gait standing at easily seven-foot, dark matted hair covering his body, his face a cross between a goat and a cartoon devil. A deep red cloak covers his shoulders and a fucking Santa hat rests crooked and dirtied between his horns.

Krampus tosses the big red sack over his shoulder to the window before vaulting over the kitchen island sending John and Zatanna backwards, tripping over the gathered gingerbread lieutenants and falling to the floor pressing back into the corner by the stove as Krampus’ wild red eyes bore into theirs.

The gingerbread men part like the red sea giving their master space to take heavy steps their way.

“If we do a gift exchange would that help?” Zatanna gulps as Krampus gets directly into her face his hot breath, smelling vaguely of gingerbread and chocolate. She wonders if he eats his little army routinely.

John reaches into his sweatpants pocket pulling a loose cigarette and his lighter out as Krampus rears back lifting his head and letting out a victorious growl to the sky.

“Really? Now?” Zatanna says watching incredulously as John lights up a cigarette. He waves her off as he struggles to get his lighter working. The little gingerbread men break formation letting out tiny sounds of victory as well. “I think I’m gonna use my yearly complaint card now.”

John ignores her complaints as his lighter finally catches as Krampus moves right up on them again. He leans down backing them impossibly further into the corner and John moves quick.

He presses the lit cigarette into Krampus’ eye the creature letting out a guttural howl and backing away from them giving them space to run around him, no longer cornered.

“Okay, I’m never complaining about your smoking again,” Zatanna says as she grabs his hand pulling him through their open spot to run. Zatanna tugs him till they’re clear across the room crushing as many gingerbread men as they possibly can as they go.

She pushes John up onto the mattress situating him behind her as she moves her hands in a practiced, mesmerizing motion through the air.

“Magic doesn’t work on him,” John says putting his hands on her hips steadying them on the wobbly mattress.

“Not directly,” she says with a confident smirk over her shoulder. Krampus stands in the kitchen still brushing at his eye as the gingerbread men attempt to help him. “But boy do I know how to annoy someone with magic all the same.”

Backwards magic tumbles from her lips the fastest he thinks he’s ever heard it come from her. Krampus squints his burnt eye their way turning his attention on them as Zatanna’s magic crackles all around them.

Garbage from the floor lifts swirling and catching fire flying the way of Krampus and his tiny army. The army mobilizes heading their way, but Zatanna is quicker than them the sloshing sound of the elf guts in the hall barreling towards the gingerbread men like a great wave taking their tiny bodies on a ride.

Krampus lets out another guttural howl stalking around the kitchen island each step shaking the ground, nearly leaving imprints in the hardwood.

Zatanna moves her hands again strings of lights from the hallway violently whipping at Krampus, not quite touching him, but moving him back with every snap. He snaps back catching a string in his teeth and pulling.

Zatanna’s face becomes more determined more rapid fire magic spilling from her lips as the flurry of lights grow brighter, moving faster and blinking in Krampus’ one good eye. He bats at them his vision completely obstructed staggering on his feet.

She keeps one hand focused Krampus’ way while she snaps her fingers with the other, sunglasses appearing over both their eyes blocking them from the colorful assault she’s instigating across the room.

The little gingerbread men attempt to pull themselves from their goo wave struggling as it sticks to them, causing a few of them to stick together entirely unable to gain their footing again.

A few other decorations fly in from the hall along with the previously used pot and rolling pin and every other item from John’s kitchen cabinets, nothing ever quite touching Krampus, as the magic seems to bounce right off of him, but spinning around him, distracting him. Keeping him occupied and increasingly frustrated.

His claws get tangled in the lights and he lets out another frustrated growl shutting his burnt eye and the good one tightly as the lights blink more rapidly.

“Ich gebe nach!” Krampus yells, the first words he’s said since his booming arrival. Zatanna pauses the lights slowing down things falling to the ground. The lights still blink tangled around Krampus as he lets out a long sigh.

Zatanna slips the sunglasses off of her face stepping down from the mattress. John keeps his hands on her waist stepping down with her.

“What’d he say?” he asks as they hold eye contact with Krampus.

“My German isn’t great, but I think he said he yields,” she says one hand still sparking magic. The lights slow down to a normal glow untangling from Krampus hands.

Krampus hold up his arms in defeat at Zatanna’s show of power. The gingerbread men break free from their gooey bonds and move to attack, but Krampus reaches out an arm stopping them dead in their tracks. He nods at them once and they all move over to the discarded red sack using their combined strengths to drag it his way.

Krampus keeps his hands visible slow blinking with his one good eye at them before opening the bag. The gingerbread men dutifully hop in one at time, the sack writhing as they settle into the depths of it somewhere.

Krampus reaches inside once they’ve all gone inside and Zatanna moves her hands ready to act. Krampus huffs, annoyed as he digs in his long-clawed hands pulling a large tree from it.

He throws the base to the ground with force, the tree fluffing out a glittering star at the top lighting instantly. He points at the lights on the floor and meets Zatanna’s eye. John sees as she gulps a few words sending the lights to their proper spot decorating the tree.

Krampus nods stiffly then growls their way, nostrils flaring, breath hot and smoky before cinching the bag closed and making his way towards the window.

Zatanna and John look at each other wide eyed.

“We learned our lesson I guess,” Zatanna says her hands still kind of frozen mid air from her last spell.

“Or we just really bugged him,” John says his hands falling from her waist.

They watch as Krampus crams himself through the window, hulling the large red sack out onto the fire escape.

“Oh, fuck,” John says a thought hitting him. He rushes to the window before Krampus can truly make his leave.

“Wait a sec,” he says sticking his head out of the window. Krampus rears his head grunting loudly pushing John back inside, John holds his hands up in surrender. “I know, you want to be rid of us I get it, but it’s just my neighbor,” John says gesturing to the wall by his bed that’s shared. “He’s a grumpy git, but you gave him a good scare I don’t think he needs to be permanently digested by a jack in the box too.”

Krampus grunts again hefting his sack once again and pulling the small Der Klown from it. The innocuous toy grows again making an awful regurgitating sound poking its head through the window until their grumpy neighbor is shot out from the creature’s mouth covered in mint smelling goo.

“I’m sorry,” he sobs picking himself up off the ground sliding as he goes. “I’ll go to the party,” he says skittering off through John’s open door nearly face planting in the doorway but righting himself and taking off without so much as a backwards glance. Zatanna watches him go with bewildered amusement. The party must really be in full swing downstairs since no one heard the war they’ve been waging up here.

Der Klown shrinks back down Krampus tossing it back into his bag before giving them one last annoyed look. John just gives the beast a thumbs up and Krampus huffs again raising its clawed middle finger their way before jumping off the fire escape. Zatanna rushes to John’s side at the window watching as the beast disappears in a cloud of black smoke.

“Merry Christmas, babe,” she says after a long moment of silence staring at the snow-covered streets. They feel it as the temperature starts to rise again, the snow melting almost instantly. Local meteorologists are going to have a field day with this one for years to come.

John lets out a long breath turning and sliding down the wall to sit on the floor beside their merry little evil tree, Zatanna joins him and John rests his forehead on her shoulder. “Merry Christmas, love.”

As they’ve been heavily reminded this night, tis’ the season. Whatever that means. Maybe they’ll clean up and head down to the party after all.

#my fic #johnzee #john constantine #zatanna zatara #magicblazersource #good holidays to you!!!

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shadowwalkerimagines · 7 months

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『 The State of Unreality: Drabble 3 - A Roadside Motel 』 Resident Evil/Biohazard (Gameverse) | You; Reader Insert; Second-Person Point of View; Female Reader Rating: M for source material and future content | Warnings: Canon typical violence, Unreality, Alcohol Use, TBD Summary: Whoever could that be, sitting outside his motel room?

Unlike the first dream, this one has lingered with you. You chalk it up to actually having devoted the time to document every little detail you could remember about it the second you woke up. Revisiting the memory of it has likely helped as well. You can’t help it, really. The clarity of the picture, that curious report—it was all quite fascinating.

Sure the end of the dream had ramped up to a rather alarming, life-threatening situation of sorts, but a dream is a dream, guns in your face or not.

This is something novel and new and completely safe. It would be a lie to say you aren’t looking forward to another similar experience. You have to admit it all left you rather excited.

Sure, the Resident Evil universe isn’t exactly the ideal place to experience such lucid dreams but the novelty of it all…

You’ll take what you can get.

So when you find yourself coming to awareness inexplicably walking along another desolate mountain road some days later, you nearly begin vibrating in your enthusiasm. It must not be the same location, however, as street lamps stand stark against the evening darkness this go around.

For a while you simply carry on walking, passing the otherwise uneventful time just existing in the moment and inspecting every little thing that pops into mind. You take in the detail of the gravel on the road, the blades of grass and the fine little hairs on each one, the heavy clouds that threaten rain drifting along the evening sky—all the way to the lint in your pockets and the contents of your shoulder bag, all exactly as should be.

Who knew your mind could create such intricately detailed scenarios. Where is this creative detail when you need it?

Eventually, just as you are beginning to wonder if there is anything more to this dream than incredibly detailed foliage, you make out a building cutting through the tree line. As you grow nearer, you’re able to make out an illuminated “MOTEL” sign posted at its entrance.

The area is lit in a dim warm glow, with a quick glance around showing a single room open, door cracked as golden light spills into the night. There is a man sat on the curb just outside the room, hunched forward, his elbows propped on his knees. What looks to be a beer bottle is held loosely in one hand as he clutches at his forehead with the other.

Do you dare approach?

You bite at your lip and mull over the thought. Realistically, that is not a smart move—who knows what kind of man he could be, what sort of danger he could pose—but you remind yourself: none of this is real; you are not in any actual danger.

And so, you make your way towards him.

"Lookin' a bit rough there, buddy.” Your voice cuts through the otherwise silent night, soft but with a jovial lilt. “You alright?”

The man chuckles drily without looking your way then takes a swig from his bottle. As you step closer you note how his hair curtains his face; it is a bit hard to be certain given the lighting, but he looks to be a dirty blonde. He is dressed in blue jeans and a dark jacket, and as you catch sight of his footwear, you find yourself questioning his choice in white chucks. Surely those get soiled easily.

“Guess I’m just wondering if I made the right choice.” comes his eventual reply. His shoulders bounce as he lets out another dry laugh, his head dropping to rest on the meat of his forearm. "Dropped everything for this new job only to get a call tellin’ me to stay away.”

Something tickles in the back of your mind—this sounds kind of familiar, and this guy’s outfit… Judging from the theme of your last couple dreams, could this be… surely not? …maybe?

“Well that’s a little odd,” you admit, taking a tentative seat beside him on the curb. You try to sneak a closer look at his face but his hair and the angle obscures your view too much. “Sounds like you could use a friend right now.”

He laughs, “What, you offering?”

Puffing out your chest and pounding it proudly, you huff, “Of course! I’m an amazing friend. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity I’ll have you know!”

You can see his shoulders bounce as he chuckles. He turns to face you, finally, and amicably replies, “I’m honored.” His smile is a goofy one, lopsided and messy in his inebriation, but the way his eyes crease—it’s genuine nonetheless.

Caught off guard by the disarming smile, it takes you a moment to really register his face. The lighting isn’t in your favor, but you see enough to confirm your suspicion.

The man sitting beside you, drunk off his ass, is none other than Leon S. Kennedy in all his baby-faced glory.

"Guess I'm just wondering if I jumped the gun…" Leon sighs out.

You can't help it—you snort. “Well, you do strike me as the kind of guy to make hot-headed decisions.”

He quirks a brow at you as he lets loose a dry chuckle—an invitation to go on.

“What, don’t wanna admit it?” You lean in with a devious smirk and bump his shoulder. “Bet you didn’t even tell your girlfriend why you were breaking up with her.”

He reels back, mouth dropping open. You let him flounder for a minute as he struggles for something to say before ultimately settling on, “Is it that obvious?”

You laugh. No, if it was anyone else, anywhere else—if this were real—you would never dare to make such bold assumptions.

“Oh yeah. Pathetically so, man.”

Leon groans miserably, dragging a hand down his face in embarrassment or frustration. You chuckle but don't say anything more, unsure where to go from here—what to say next—before Leon speaks first.

“So why’s my buddy walkin’ around so late at night all by herself anyway?” He politely offers his bottle but you shake your head and raise a palm in protest.

“No real reason,” you admit, “I just find night walks pretty comforting.”

Leon takes a swig from his bottle before casting a heavy look towards the dense tree line across from the motel. You catch the corner of his mouth dipping in a frown.

“We’re not all that far from where all those strange disappearances have been happening, you know.”

“What, worried about me?”

Leon chuckles, “What else are friends for?” It’s played off as a joke but knowing him, knowing this world, there is no doubting the implied message.

“I’m a big girl; I’ll be fine.” You dismiss with a bump to his shoulder.

A beat of silence passes, and you fear you have treaded into awkward territory, before he eventual sighs, “If you say so.”

"Mhm," you affirm with a pat to his back. “But with that being said, I guess I'd best be on my way. Make sure you don’t drink yourself blackout silly, alright?” You nod towards the nearly empty bottle—it’s a hollow warning since you know Leon drinks himself under the rug into the next afternoon, but it doesn’t hurt to say. He just huffs, raises his bottle in cheery acknowledgment, and to just be a little twat, chugs the remainder.

You roll your eyes at the immaturity but the smile on your lips is wide as can be. Stupid, cheesy, adorable man.

A familiar fuzz starts to creep along the edges of your vision, leaving you to suspect you are waking up. Of course this happens now. Is it some kind of unwritten rule that you have to wake up when things start to get good in a dream?

It's too soon—always too soon.

As you watch Leon, hunched over as he is eaten away by insecurities and knowing the horrors he will face in the very near and distant future, you want to give him some kind of encouragement.

"Don't be too hard on yourself, Leon," you say with a firm pat to his shoulder and using him to leverage yourself to stand. Dusting yourself off, you continue, "The world can be a really ugly place but it's people like you—that're willing to do good and fight for what's right—that make it a world worth living in."

Leon remains silent and unmoving, seemingly mulling over your words.

You turn away and leave him to his thoughts, tracing your steps back into the darkness of the night. The world blurs and fades into nothing and the next thing you know, you're registering the clunking of tracks, a subtle jostling of all-surrounding movement, and a female voice announcing the next stop from an overhead intercom.

#Resident Evil Fanfiction #Resident Evil Fanfic #Reader Insert #The State of Unreality

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theratboyking · 1 year

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"Softly Into The Night" teaser:

So here's the thing, the yule/Christmas one shot I was writing had turned into like and actual idea and I actually ended up writing a whole like three parts and still have more I want to do with it. I will be posting the first two parts on Sunday. I plan to have at least one chapter out every Sunday, but who knows school is gonna be starting up again but figures crossed. So I am here to give everyone a preview of the first chapter/prologue of my new series "Softly Into The Night."

Throwing my bag on the rack I keep by the door, flipping the switch to turn the lights on… Nothing. I groan, flipping the switch a couple times just for safe measure. Well shit. The darkness I was met with did little to help with the fear I was already feeling, mentally punching myself. I could have sworn I paid the electric bill. Today just keeps getting better and better. Quietly I removed my shoes, cautiously beginning my way to the living room. I hesitate right before I enter, almost convinced that someone would be sitting waiting for me. Even if there is, there is no way I wasn't going to go down without a fight. I take a deep breath bracing myself. As fast as I could I rounded the corner ready to fight any possible intruder, only to be met with the sight of my empty couch and TV. There was no sign anyone had broken in. Just like out there, everything is exactly how it was when I left this morning. Ok, maybe I am just paranoid. Just the effects of having a bad day today, that's what it has to be. Relaxing with every small step I take to my room, laughing nervously as I go. I just need to go to bed. I have to be at work in less than six hours and I still need to take a shower. I continue to make my way to my room lost in my thoughts.

“Hello, my dear.” A low infernal rumble surrounded me, sounding as if it was fading in and out of the silence of the room it was trapped in. My breath catches in my throat. My eyes go wide as realization dawns on me… I was not alone.

Oh fuck.

I twisted around to see the figure that somehow went unnoticed. I stumbled back towards, falling when I tripped over the coffee table. The scream that left my body sounded like it came out of a horror film as I tried to make it to my feet. This is it. This is how I’m gonna die isn't it? I could see what looked like blue flames floating in the darkness of the hallway I had come from. Oh fuck.

Fuck, I am not about to die letting my mom be right. Regaining my balance I look around desperately trying to find a way to escape or at least defend myself. He took up the space of the hallway that led to my door. I couldn't run. I couldn't go out the window either, I lived on the seventh and my building's fire escape couldn't handle my weight being so unkept. I couldn’t escape. Fighting it is. Grabbing the lamp from the coffee table, I bring myself to a fighting possession ready to defend myself from the intruder. I stood my ground, I would not show whoever this is the satisfaction. My display seemed to amuse him, a deep chuckle emerging from the hallway, the two blue orbs getting brighter the closer he got. He entered soon after, filling the room with his impossible form, the moonlight from the window draped his figure with each step he took towards me.

He was abnormally tall and his body was unnaturally thin. It was the massive pair of wings stretching from his back that seemed to take up the most space. They looked like they had almost been scorched, the bottoms glowing with dying flames. His face was almost too perfect, skin impossibly smooth like it had never seen a blemish a day in its life. His eyes danced with blue flames, piercing into my very soul, lips stretched in a gentle smile. His gaze held something familiar about it, like he knew everything there is to know about me, all my deepest darkest secrets. His hair almost looked like starlight casted a halo around his head, coming to rest halfheartedly around his shoulders. His body seemed to flare around him, not really looking like it had a shape to it. The abnormally perfect skin poking out marking the distinct shapes of where his arms and legs should be, speaks of silver shining throughout the black void that made up the rest of his body. His movement was unnaturally smooth, making his body appear almost motionless as he made his way to me. He was unsettling to look at but it was impossible to look away. Why the fuck didn’t I listen to mom. He came to a stop in front of me, looking from my face to my makeshift weapon. The void that was his body taking up more space as he scratched what looked like his hand, gently taking the lamp from my hand. I couldn't seem to put up a fight, my body refusing to move in his presence. He looked at it in amusement before placing it back where it went. His gaze turns back to my eyes. My breath catches in my throat.

“You’ll have to do better than this if you truly wish to stand a chance against me my darling.” His voice is low and smooth like honey sounding like each word would build on itself hanging heavy in the air until it faded out. Amusement and wonder making its way to what should be his face, almost waiting to see what I would do next. Who does this creature think he is? Was he toying with me before it ended me? A sick display for his amusement? I refuse to play his game. “If you’re going to kill me just get it over with.” my voice cold, my anger rising with each passing moment. He seemed confused by my statement, head tilting to the side “Kill you? No, I am not here to kill you.” He pauses, bowing his head, “I am simply here to meet the daughter who was stolen from me.”

#cardinal copia x reader #papa emeritus x reader #copia x reader x trezo #the band ghost #ghost fanfiction #the band ghost fanfiction #Softly Into The Night fic #preview #This is like the first thing I have written in like two years so I'm like super nervous guys #But I hope you like it :)#cardinal copia #papa emeritus iii #papa emeritus iii x reader

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ofmythsandfablesaa · 2 years

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@wonderhevrts did not ask for this long ass starter and i am so sorry about it bb xD

❈ — The event was strictly work related. It wasn’t as if Sherlock actually enjoyed parties. In fact, he despised them and didn’t see the point in throwing one. Unnecessary, he calls it. Just another way to waste money whilst trying to flaunt it. Yet here he was, having weaseled his way onto the guest list and donned in his best outfit for the occasion. Though he felt miserable, he kept up appearances with acting as if he was having a ball and truly enjoying himself. All the while, he was taking mental notes on every conversation he was having, and listening in on ones he wasn’t a part of. All of which would be used for furthering his investigation, and no one suspected a thing.

The only one who knew his true motif, was Coraline. The annoyingly beautiful journalist of sorts who sought out a bigger story to write about instead of frilly things most women in society read of these days. Since Watson was not able to join him that evening, he surprisingly chose Coraline to take his place. Little did he know that decision would backfire on him later that evening, in a way he would never in a million years could predict.

After receiving enough information for his liking, and realizing that Coraline indeed had her bit of fun and wobbled somewhat in her heels, he insisted she stay at his apartment instead of trekking back to her place. Besides, his apartment was far closer. It didn’t take long to arrive back at his apartment and, upon opening the door, he realized how unorderly his home was. When in the middle of a case, he wasn’t the most organized man. Papers were everywhere in piles, a wall on the far side of the parlor was being used as a crime scene visual board with string pointing in all directions, used drinking glasses left about, and his trusted violin off in the corner safely put in case he ever needed it.

Yes, the man needed a maid in there, asap. But he liked to call his mess ‘organized clutter’, because he knew where everything was despite its appearance.

“Well,” He started, clearing his throat at the initial look of his apartment, “Regardless of what it looks like, it’s home. Just...I advice not touching anything, if you please. They are all essential to the case.”

Walking through the parlor and through another doorway, it led into a small hallway that diverted into four other rooms: a small kitchen, a dining room, a bathroom, and a bedroom. “There is the lavatory in case you need it, and here is um...my bedroom...”

He opened the door and made sure Coraline settled herself before stepping away from her, though he tried hard to push back the thought of how lovely it felt to hold her so close. “You may have this room for the evening. I will take the sofa, though I do not sleep much to begin with so I will more than likely stay up some.” Sherlock turned and headed out the door but glanced back at her for the final time that night. “...should you need anything, just call for me. And, Cora...thank you for your company.”

He returned to the parlor and began puzzling things together from the evening he’d just had while shrugging off his evening coat and undoing his bowtie and sleeves, rolling them up to his elbow. He’d struck a match and lit the tobacco in his pipe, puffing dollops of smoke into the air as he sat and pondered in his favorite chair. But thoughts of Cora kept creeping back into his mind, thoughts he couldn’t shake no matter how hard he tried. Sherlock silently chastised himself for not thinking on more important matters. And yet...

Placing his pipe down and standing, he made way through the hallway quietly and saw his door was slightly ajar. He wondered if she was still awake, or perhaps fell asleep on his bed without so much as turning out the oil lamp. Curious, he peeked inside and what he saw made his breath hitch and his heart stop for a beat.

There, in the dim lighting, was Cora undressing.

Already out of her top layers, just leaving her in her skirts and corset, she had her foot up on the ottoman with her skirts pulled up so she could easily roll down her stocking. Blue orbs took in the sight before him, the way her dark hair now hung loosely around her bared shoulders, the tops of her breasts swelling just above the fitted corset with every breath she took, and how her small, dainty hands carefully removed the garment to reveal the creamy skin that lie beneath. Sherlock knew he should’ve turned around right then and there and left her alone, but he was rooted in place, not able to look away from Cora no matter how loudly his mind raged at him to do so. Instead, the detective felt an indescribable need to watch her, to see her...

#&. * sherlock x coraline ( wonderhevrts ) ; 001 #wonderhevrts #// TRULY I AM SO SORRY THAT I WROTE A LITERAL FUCKING NOVEL I GOT SO CARRIED AWAY WITH THIS LMAOOOOO

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karoiseka · 2 years

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Pawn

Shadowbringers spoilers, 5.0!

((Another with an instant idea, writing coming in spurts. Things I think are slowly coming back, and phrases slowly becoming a bit less stilted. I hope people are enjoying these... I know I’m enjoying digging into a few that I’ve been wanting to for a while!))

Boots clicked against the stone floor of the Musica Universalis as Karoiseka strode towards her Pendants room. She could feel his eyes upon her, but she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction–or terror (she’s honestly not sure which it would be at this time)--of acknowledging his presence. She had been on the First for a little over a Moon now, Alphinaud and Alisae safely at her side once more. They had returned from Holminster Switch a few days ago, and Karo reveled in the Crystarium’s reactions to the night sky. Not that you could see said night’s sky through the absolute downpour that was happening currently. Luckily, Karo wasn’t getting dripped on due to the soaring high crystal blue ceilings that covered the markets–and most of the city in general. There were plenty of actual open areas, but the majority of the city had stayed protected from the Everlasting Light’s rays, as well as inclimate weather, since its creation.

The sound of the rain hitting the crystal above created less noise than she would have thought–perhaps magically imbued to help with that aspect. In any case, the area was dry and brightly lit by lamps that, looking at them, were quite the hopeful addition to the area by the Exarch when building the city. That gamble had paid off–as had his eventual pull of Karo and the Scions through the Rift, though that was the reason for his current lurking.

Karo was still very angry at him. Maybe a tad less after seeing the night’s sky returned to the area, and having the twins within reach once more, but nonetheless, angry. She had wrapped herself in the emotion, whenever he was near, not wanting to let his friendly demeanor wear away at the fact that he had pulled her away from her own world’s troubles to be his pawn in this grand scheme to save his. Yes, according to him the Source would be saved through their actions on the First, but none of it diminished the turmoil Karo had gone through back home the past few moons watching the Scions drop around her–not knowing where their souls had flown.

The noise coming from the Wandering Stairs had her giving the bar area a wide berth as she had the past few days–the celebration hadn’t stopped. Instead her footfalls hit the softer grass and wood of one of the many “indoor” nature areas, carefully cultivated to bring a safe area for people to enjoy. The watchful eyes seemed to fade as she got closer to the Pendants, and her stance relaxed ever so slightly. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to like Exarch–in contrast, every part of her being was telling her to trust him–it was that the dark despair that had filled her for so long would not be so easily forgotten.

A quick wave to the suite manager, and up the two flights of stairs to her room, the rest of her tension melted from her body as she placed her bow on its rack, and sat heavily on her bed.

“What has you all out of sorts?” Karo peered through her fingers to find Ardbert standing there peering down at her. Sighing, the Bard looked up and then plopped backwards onto the bed.

“I’m having a hard time letting go of my anger at the Exarch for pulling all the Scions here,” he shifted to be able to watch her easier as she continued on in a rush of words. “I understand why he did it, I don’t blame him for that, but for the turmoil and pain he brought me personally, it’s been difficult.” She bolted back upright causing Ardbert to jump back a bit.

“Do you think I’m wrong to not forgive him right away?” She was up and pacing in a quick line. “Well, forgive might be the wrong word, but to not be angry at him still? Everyone seems to have settled here without much effort or pain, and he took care of them as much as they’d allow when they arrived.” Sitting then falling back on the bed once more, she sighed again staring at the high ceiling.

“I suppose it’s all rhetorical, I can’t go hating him forever,” smiling she rolled over to look at the spectral Warrior who was looking down at her equally amused. It had been nice to have someone to come back to, to chat with, who understood. Their conversation continued into the night as Karo let stress fade–and let Ardbert tell her more of his world.

#ffxiv #FFXIVWrite2022 #karoiseka #exarch #ardbert #I've been taking screenshots and saving to a draft the night before #then adding the written stuff that I finish at work #it's worked well so far!

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kneesocks-and-hickeys · 2 months

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There's a knock on the lounge door whilst I'm finishing removing my tear stained make up.

"Come in"

Tom opens the door and lingers in the doorway.

"I'm sorry today was....what it was," he says.

I'm stood in just the shirt I've borrowed and my pants. He's stood in just his pants. Thanks to our time at uni together, we were very used to seeing eachother in states of undress.

"I'm sorry for once again crashing at your place after a heartbreak, " I reply, smiling weakly.

"I'm sorry my best mate was the one who did the heart breaking."

We both smile. Tom sheepishly enters the room and perches at the end of the sofa bed. A small table lamp glows in the corner, softening all of Tom's features.

I stand with my back to the wall, facing him. He looks sad.

"You okay?" I ask.

"You deserve so much better, Roo." he says, shaking his head.

"I'm okay," I say, reassuring him.

Tom stands again, walks toward me and links fingers with me, swinging our arms slightly. He makes me feel so safe. Tom's always been there. A constant.

"You sure you're going to be okay on your own in here? I can get a sleeping bag for the floor if you want me to stay close?"

I do want him to stay. I really want him to stay. Fuck. I think I might want him to do more than just stay.

"Um..." I laugh awkwardly staring down at our hands, "I know you're only in the bedroom but...I wouldn't actually be opposed to you staying..."

"Okay, I'll go get the sleeping -"

"No...um..." i say, cutting him off. My feet shifting awkwardly below me. I pull him closer.

My oldest friend. My ex's best friend. This is so wrong. But so right.

I feel his pulse increase. He let's go and raises a hand up to my face. He gives a questioning look and I nod my head gently. We both know the question.

His fingers brush past my cheek and into my hair. He looks down at me, his stare warming my face. I can feel the cold of the wall. My fists clenched. My heart pounding. I need him to kiss me. Like a drug needed to save my life - I will die if I don't have him this very second.

He moves in closer. One hand in my hair, his other pressed into the wall next to me. He's surrounding me. I feel so small, so fragile, so...precious. It almost feels like he needs me as much as I need him. He leans his face in but goes past my lips and towards my ear.

"I've thought about this a lot," he whispers.

I let out a soft moan and grab the waistband of his boxers, pulling his hard cock toward me and against my hip. Just the outline of his dick under his trunks makes me want to cum. His hand tightens around my hair, forcing my head back against the wall.

"I have wanted you for so long."

My breathing is heavy and my chest rises and falls in time with his. My nipples are hard under my shirt....his shirt.

"You can have me," I say.

"Good girl"

My body is tingling. His hand moves from the wall and gently traces down the curves of my torso. I let out a sharp exhale when his cold fingers touch my pussy.

"You're so wet." He laughs softly and moves his face round to meet mine. Then, his lips meet mine. A soft kiss at first, where our eyes meet, permitting one to the other. But after, hungry kisses. All over. Its like ten years of sexual tension being unleashed. It's euphoric. Nothing. Else. Matters.

He kisses my neck whilst he moves his fingers around my clit. I am dripping. I unbutton my shirt and he moves lower, pinching and biting my nipples. He moans and I moan back. Before I know it, my panties are around my ankles and his tongue is parting me, my thighs either side of his head.

I am writhing around. I cum. I keep cumming. My screams fill the apartment. I'm half expecting the neighbours to call the police. One of my hands searches the wall for stability, my other grabbing his soft, tussled brown hair.

He briefly reaches behind him and into my glass of water sat on the coffee table and grabs an ice cube, placing it in between his teeth. The coldness makes my body tense and I cum again. It feels so fucking good.

He moves back up my body, circling around my nipples. They stand to his attention. Beads of water trickle down my front. He drops the ice when he reaches my lips. Tom then places a hand around my throat. Fuck.

"You're coming with me"

His arms reach round my legs and he throws me over his shoulder as he carries me through to the bedroom. He spanks me. I laugh. He places me down onto the bed and thrusts himself into me. I am his. All his. He can do....whatever....he...wants.

#intimate #seduction #desire #passion #touch #intimacy #original post #my fic #fiction #sexy content

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lilypadlys · 6 months

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Oh Deer

Mountain and Aurora help a lost deer get back home.

Inspired by actual events. Was trying to get a sandwich and saw a whole ass deer in the middle of downtown (to be fair I live in a small town so there are foresty neighborhoods and undeveloped areas right next to downtown but still)

Swiss, Mountain, Aurora, and Phantom peel off from the main group, Copia’s reminder to meet back at the buses by nine still ringing in their ears. It’s a travel day in between shows and they’d stopped in some small town for dinner. The small downtown was bustling and had a few restaurants to choose from so it was the perfect place to stop for a quick meal.

Mountain and Swiss have their eyes set on a hole in the wall sandwich shop that they found last tour. It’s located out of the way off the main square but it’s amazing nonetheless. They’d managed to convince the two new ghouls to try it out.

It was already getting dark and while the main streets were well lit, the lamps on side streets were more sparse so they were all thankful for their night vision. They were about to round the corner of a large hedge when suddenly a large animal ran out into the path in front of them. Hooves pawed at the ground and the limited light cast shadows of a full rack of antlers. It was a deer. In the middle of downtown.

Aurora and Phantom jump a little at its sudden appearance but Mountain instantly gets a concerned look. Swiss picks up on it too.

“It’s scared.” Swiss says. It’s indeed frightened. It freezes as soon as it catches sight of the group.

Mountain nods. If the deer’s body language wasn’t enough of a clue, the scent of its fear tinged the air. “You guys go on ahead.”

“Mount?” Phantom tilts his head in confusion but Swiss just pats his shoulder.

“C’mon Bug. Let's head inside. Mountain’s gonna try and help it but it’s best if there’s less of us so we don’t scare it more.”

“Can I help?” Says a quiet voice. Everyone turns to Aurora.

“Eh, let’s just let Mount handle it Rora.” Swiss starts in.

Mountain nods however. “Yeah. Okay.”

Swiss shrugs and directs Phantom across the street. The motion of them moving, even if away from it, scares the deer and it bolts in the opposite direction.

“Oh no.” Aurora frowns. “What now?”

“We follow.” Mountain supplies, already walking after it.

With their superior night vision and sense of smell, Mountain and Aurora track the deer to someone’s lawn. While better than the streets of downtown, the deer is still near a main road. The limited lighting makes it highly dangerous if the deer were to run in front of a car. Mountain begins to emulate a deer call in hope of calling it closer. It almost works until the deer takes in his imposing size. It freezes and prepares to bolt again.

Aurora taps Mountain's arm. “Let me try.” She motions for him to step back which he does. Then she begins to mimic the deer call she heard him use. The deer seems to relax a little, less intimidated by the smaller ghoulette. It slowly approaches. She backs away a little, continuing the call, and the deer follows.

“Let's lead it this way.” Mountain says. “There’s some woods it’ll be safe in.”

Slowly but surely, they coax the deer away from the downtown area into the woods. Once the tree line is in sight, the deer bolts again, but this time into the trees. It elegantly leaps through the foliage and disappears.

Both ghouls sigh in relief, the deer now safe and sound.

“Good thinking Rora.” Mountain praises.

“Thanks. I’m just happy the deer is safe now.”

“Yeah, me too.”

They’re interrupted by Mountain’s stomach grumbling and Aurora giggles.

“Let's head back and get food.”

“Yup. I’ve got a pastrami sandwich with my name on it.”

#the band ghost #ghost fanfiction #nameless ghouls #aurora ghoulette #mountain ghoul #lys writes

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emo-floof-child-writes · 2 years

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Day 023: Splinter.

Featuring Eddie Munson.

Steve Harrington mentioned.

1,231 words and dang, I'm actually proud of myself for this one. It was therapeutic in a way I couldn't explain to someone outside my mind.

“Maybe this won't be so bad.” He had said before, but looking at his house splintered from the inside out, only really visible inside the house though. Looking at the mess that crack in the ceiling that took that poor girl Chrissy and caused all this mess, he is struggling to agree with his past self. Where's Uncle Wayne? He didn't die, did he... He looks around for a sign of where he could be, panic building in him. He frowns upon realizing he can only really reach half of the trailer, so he turns and leaves, rubbing his arms. Can't run away, can't go home. My uncle is gone, and I have no place I feel safe to go to. Where else can I go? He asks himself, the urge to pull out another cigarette gnawing at his insides like a termite on a wooden frame.

He listens as the crickets chirp their song, the constant repeating sounds pulling Eddie into further his spiral. It makes his world spin, as he becomes aware of the time passing with every chirp. He falls to his knees, grabbing his ears to try and block out the noise from the tiny, but unfortunately at this time of night, very loud insects. But the more he tries to shut them out, the louder they seem to get. He feels his heartbeat in his chest, another reminder that time is flowing. Time is both moving too fast, and inching along too slowly. He opens his mouth to scream, wanting to let out his anxieties in one fell swoop, but he knows that that would just lead to angry neighbors yelling at him to shut up. The last thing I need is more angry neighbors.

He looks back at the house, and sighs. I have to face it sometime. He marches back inside, and walks past the crack that snakes its merry way across his trailer's ceiling. He manages to get to his room, and on the floor is a yellow sweater. Steve's sweater. He wasn't quite sure how it got into his room, but there it was. On his bed like it was a pedestal of honor. He scoffs at the thought, but despite the absurdity of it, he gains a sense of calm. I should probably return that to him. He smiles. The shirt gave him a reason to leave this place. He has my denim vest too, so maybe we could do a swap. Granted, he didn't know exactly where Steve lived, just that he was up Loch Nora in the rich boy neighborhood. But that didn't really matter to Eddie. I can face this another day. Right now I can excuse my way out of dealing with this demon. He swipes the shirt off the bed, and walks out the door. I guess it's off to see the ex- jock. He nods to himself, before jogging out the door.

He nods as he makes his way down the dirt path. This is a good plan. Because maybe he knows where Wayne is. Hopper said he was worried about me, which I guess means he's alive... But where would he be if not at home? He sighs, trudging his way through the woods Hopper literally just drove past to get him back to that trailer park. It's for the best. He decides to tell himself. A lie, perhaps, but it was the only keeping him sane right at this moment. After all, if you keep a goal in mind, you can hone in on it exclusively and never have to think about the potential issues and side effects the goal may have on you. He shivers as a late night wind gust blows past him, but he pushes forward. Just need to get to Steve's house. Once I'm there, I'll form a better plan. He squints in the light from the street lamp to find he was actually a lot closer to Loch Nora than he had first believed.

Let's hope no rich, old geezers see me trampling about in their neighborhood. That would be bad. He turns the corner, dragging his feet and pulling his jacket against the wind hitting him sideways in the cold and dark forest. After what he was sure was hours of walking, he spies the sign that indicates one of the entrances to Loch Nora. He smiles. I've made it this far. I can push forward if it means I get somewhere. As he enters and there are fewer trees, he realizes the sun is tearing its face over the east side, bringing light to a new day. Well, that's a little too symbolic and on the nose for an individual such as myself, but worth noting, I suppose. He steps up onto the sidewalk, relieved to have solid ground to stand on after hours of mushy dirt and clumps of long grass rubbing against his ankles. He walks around, watching a couple of cars leaving for work.

They must think I'm some crazed psycho, breathing heavily, holding a yellow sweater and waltzing around a neighborhood much too fancy for the likes of me. He thinks, as he stops in front of one of the houses on this cul-de-sac. In the driveway, a familiar maroon bmw sits and he drops to his knees. He feels his legs, especially his knees, complain at the fall due to the concrete beneath them, but he doesn't care. He made it here. He found his way here. He bites his lip. Steve might have work soon. Maybe he's awake, but do I want to disturb him? What if he's still asleep? He sighs. Now that he was in sight of his goal, he could work out the details. Just like I planned it. He stands, checking his knees for scrapes as they still feel a little sore. Once he was satisfied with the fact that he hadn't skinned his knees, he looked back at the house.

The only way to know if Steve was awake and/or on his way to going to work, was to check for himself. He swallows, gathering his courage. Okay, the goal was to get to Steve's house. Now? To knock on Steve's door. Don't think, just do. Details come after. We push forward because we can't go backwards now. He nods, having sufficiently motivated himself, and he marches across the street, looking both ways, of course, before walking up the long driveway to Steve's door. He steps one foot onto the porch, and pauses. He looks back across the street, and grits his teeth. I've made it too far to run away now. Time to face something, even if it may not be the thing I'm supposed to be facing right now. Better this than nothing at all. He walks up to the double doors with the fancy knocker, (which he scoffs at), before lifting his hand to knock. He takes a deep breath in, and gives the door a quick, but firm rap on the door. He steps back, waiting for the door to open. This is the last chance to ditch this plan. He realizes. Once Steve opens that door, he is stuck with it. He plants his feet. Screw running, I'm tired of it. Time to stand just a little bit stronger. Time to face the world I tried to run from.

#writember2022 #day 023 #September 23rd #writing #fanfic #chronologically this is after 013 and takes place simultaneously with 020 #(Yes there is a loose order if you were curious lmao)#also i may have projected my time anxiety onto Eddie shh

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Hello! I just wanted to say I really love your Sk8 headcanons and fics (I always get excited when the Sk8 x reader tag updates with your work ^o^) Could I possibly request headcanons of the Sk8 boys first kiss with their S/O like who initiates the kiss, how long they've been dating, where it happens etc. Its my first time sending a request, I've been wanting to for a while now. I hope you have a nice day or night when you read this and stay safe ^o^

sk8 boys + their first kiss with their s/o

wow, thank you so much! it’s an honor that you’ve chosen me to write your first request. i had a lot of fun writing this one and hope you all enjoy it<33

reki

you probably wouldn’t kiss for a long time due to your own internal conflicts about each others’ feelings

he’s mostly stressing if he’s doing everything right with you or not

after your third date, which just so happened to be when he took you to S, now sitting on top of a ramp at the skatepark, he decides to just suddenly kiss you

when he pulls away to see the shocked look on your face, he immediately regrets it but little does he know…

“so is S always that crazy and high stakes?” you asked.

he chuckled. “actually, i felt like tonight was pretty tame,” he replied as he hopped up onto the ramp before holding out his hand to help you up.

“really? well, i can see why people are into it.” you say as you settle down next to him on the edge of the ramp.

he nods, looking over to you. “did you have fun tonight?”

you look back at him. “yeah! i had a good time, thanks for taking me.”

it was quiet for a moment and you turned back to look up at the clear sky. “the sky looks so pretty tonight.”

he only continued to look at you, his brain on autopilot. “yeah, it does.”

he moved closer to you before getting your attention once more.

“hey,” he said in a soft voice. you turned to look at him only to find him leaning in, his eyes closing. the kiss was gentle but long, his hand coming up to caress your cheek as he continued to press his lips to yours.

he pulls away after what feels like an eternity to see an unreadable expression on your face.

“um, i’m sorry. i, i don’t know why i did that,” he explains. “but i really, really like you and would like to spend more time with you.”

he felt like the more he said, the worse he made the situation. “b-but i mean, if you don’t want to, that’s okay, especially after i just did THAT, you know?”

he wasn’t making sense, making you shake your head.

“whoa, whoa, reki. what are you talking about?” you asked incredulously. “i liked kissing you.”

“you did?” he validates.

“mm-hmm,” you nod in confirmation. “yes. and for the record, i also want to spend more time with you, you spaz.”

“hey! i am not a spaz,” he defends. “okay, maybe a little. but that would mean the world to me.”

“i’m glad,” you reply. “but maybe just warn me next time you want to kiss me.”

he nods with a nervous chuckle. “i can do that. may i kiss you again right now...maybe?”

you nod, leaning in first this time. you reach for his hand as your lips meet in the middle again. this one was more passionate than the last, sealing your affections for one another.

langa

you would probably be the one to initiate a kiss with him only because he’s dense about how these things go

he most likely wouldn’t realize that you’ve been going on dates and just thought that you were ‘hanging out more’ but it’s not like he minded it

it was your third or fourth ‘hang out’ and you were walking back to your house after eating a whole bunch at that cheap restaurant that you both just can’t get enough of

you decided to test the waters by holding his hand on the way home to which he did not let go and when you finally had reached your destination…

you held his hand as you walked through the neighborhood, the only light provided by the street lamps and the moon. you could tell that he was getting sleepy after having eaten so much. you really didn’t know where he put it all. soon you arrived outside your house and you continued to hold his hand as you turned to face him.

“well, here we are,” you remarked. “thanks for dinner tonight. i am so full.”

“yeah, me too,” he grins. “we could go again tomorrow.”

“i’d like that but that’s a little too much to eat out for me. maybe we could go to the beach or something?” you offer.

“that would be nice. i love the beach,” he replies.

you giggle softly. “i know you do. well, i’ll talk to you soon,” you say as you move closer to him.

“‘kay,” he responds.

“goodnight,” you say softly before pressing a quick kiss to his lips. his eyes widen as he realizes the sudden warmth on his mouth that leaves just as quickly.

“did you...just kiss me?” he asks.

“um, yeah,” you reply coyly, feeling your face grow warm. “i’m, i’m sorry. it was too sudden and i know you’re tired.”

he grabs your hand to keep you from turning away to leave.

“do you think...we could do it again?” he asks.

“you want to?”

“mm-hmm,” he nods.

“okay,” you confirm softly before leaning in with him to connect your lips once again. it was a little longer than the last but nothing too much. a soft smack was heard once you separated, leaving him grinning with half-lidded eyes.

“i liked that,” he commented.

“you did? me too,” you agreed.

“we should definitely do that again tomorrow,” he offers.

you laugh lightly. “yeah. i think we can make that happen.”

joe

he seems like he’d be the type of guy to kiss on the first date but regardless, you’ve been flirting here and there for a while and mans just can’t wait

it’s likely that you’ve kissed once before in the past but hid your true feelings about it

but this time would be for real and a little more personal by cooking your favorite meal at his restaurant

it happened sooner than he would have liked, planning to try to get you to stay over with him after but couldn’t find a reason to complain about anything that transpired between you…

“okay, bon appetit!” he announces as he places your dish in front of you.

“wow, kojo,” you reacted, looking up from the extravagant meal. “did you really make this?”

“are you really going to keep calling me that?” he says, answering your question with a question.

“oh, don’t worry, i have plenty of other names for you where that came from,” you throw back as you place you napkin in your lap and begin to eat.

“are any of them ‘super handsome best chef and skater in the world?’ he asks playfully.

“if that translates to ‘obnoxious, stupid tan and muscular with one brain cell’ then yes.”

“ouch,” he reacts, feigning dramatics as he places a hand over his chest. “well, i just wanted to say that you look absolutely beautiful tonight.”

“thanks, i have a date after this,” you joke.

he smiles. “very funny. but i have to admit that i was happy to hear that you finally broke up with that other jerk.”

“were you?”

he nods in confirmation. “i’ve been looking forward to it for a while now. it’s just been so long since we’ve...hung out.”

it was your turn to make a confession. “i was actually surprised when you asked me out.”

“were you?” he asks, mimicking your words from earlier. “why is that?”

“i don’t know. i just thought that maybe you weren’t interested in doing anything like that with me,” you admitted.

“why would you think that? i’ve always liked you,” he confesses.

you look at him incredulously. “shut up.”

“what?”

“you are such a smooth talker.”

he chuckles. “maybe so, but it’s the truth.”

you let him talk for a few minutes while you enjoy your food.

“and so i told them, ‘why would you not put garlic in the pasta?’ you know? it’s, like, a staple spice-- oh, hang out. you’ve got something…”

he leans over to wipe some stray sauce off of your cheek and catches your eyes. you gaze at each other for a few moments, the tension pulling you in towards each other until your lips meet in a passionate kiss. it builds up and becomes heated pretty quickly, seemingly that both of you have been waiting for this for a long time.

at some point, you find the strength to pull away from him, giggling as he immediately pulls you back in for a few more quick kisses.

“wow, you were, uh, you were pretty eager, huh?” you remark.

“what, me? what about you? you were all over me,” he retorts with a smirk.

“whatever.”

“well, i really enjoyed it,” he admits, placing his hand over yours on the table.

“yeah?” you smile.

he nods, returning the smile. “and it would make me really happy to do it again with you, permanently.”

“are you sure you can handle that?” you verify, somewhat shocked at his commitment.

“no, but i’m a fast learner,” he replies.

“sounds good to me.”

you lean in for one more kiss, gentle and quick.

“also, you’ve still had sauce on your face this whole time--”

“kojiro!”

he laughs. “i’m so sorry. here, come here.”

he wipes the sauce off with the cloth napkin, actually removing it this time. “you still look beautiful, you know.”

“oh, save it. you probably planned that whole thing.”

“nope, that was just all luck, baby. if you didn’t know, i’m a pretty lucky guy.”

if there was one thing he knew he could do right, it’s make your face get warm and flustered.

cherry

being the sophisticated gentleman that he prides himself to be, he waits exactly 3-5 dates until presenting the idea of moving physical intimacy forward with a kiss

he’d probably take you to some exclusive cultural event like an art show or some sort of exhibition and he would pay for everything, of course

the first few dates of somewhat of a test for him, not only to see if you’re interested in him but also to see if you would be a good fit for him as far too many have seemed to take advantage of him or some would get jealous of Carla, stuff like that

you know it’s coming because he’s been more affectionate with you by holding your hand, placing an arm around you, just subtle little touches so it’s no surprise when he asks…

“may i have the honor of kissing you, my dear?”

you had wined and dined all night at an exclusive restaurant that also held dinner shows where he has been nothing less than the perfect company. he pays for everything and declines whenever you offer to help yet he never expects anything from you. no other guy that you had dated could beat him.

he was a true romantic.

“yes, please.”

he gives you a small smile before leaning in, one hand caressing the side of your face as his lips met yours, placing a few small kisses on them.

once he pulled away, you had a confession to make.

“this doesn’t feel real.”

“what ever are you talking about, darling?”

“it’s not a bad thing but i must admit that i never thought i’d be here and get to see all this and eat this kind of food less alone meeting you,” you explained.

he allows a small chuckle to escape past his lips. “i’d have to say i feel the same about you. and that is why you deserve nothing but the best, my love.”

you felt like crying. no matter how many times you were told to believe it, it all still felt so surreal. fortunately, you were lucky enough that it wasn’t.

“thank you, my little sakura.”

“you could stop using that nickname,” he remarked.

“c’mon. you know you like it,” you replied as you nudged him playfully.

“whatever you say, you little weirdo.”

“what happened to ‘you deserve nothing but the best?’

“i’m about to redact that statement,” he replies, half-joking. “but seriously, no need to thank me. it’s all my pleasure.”

all he needed was your love and he felt like he was set for life.

tadashi

you had kissed secretly at one time and it was hard to tell who initiated it due to the thick tension between you

afterward, it only made it worse between the two of you to try to ignore it despite his loyalty to his work life

he considered that you might destroy him but it might disturb him more to not have you in his arms and his lips on yours again

he asks if you can meet in private again and once you try to go in for the kiss, he stops you…

“listen,” he says, holding you back by your upper arms. “i don’t think i can do this.”

you shake your head. “wh-what do you mean, tadashi? do you not...want me?”

“please, let me explain,” he replies. “what’s happened between us….was a mistake and i am fully to blame for it. i don’t know what came over me and i apologize for putting you in any sort of unwanted situation.”

this was not sounding good to you as you hung your head in shame.

“however,” he continues, “even though it was a mistake, i cannot get you or that moment out of my mind.”

you lifted your head up to look at him, seeing a small grin on his face.

“you’re the only one that i want. i don’t want to hide what we have and make you feel like i’m ashamed of it. so if you’re willing, i’d like to see you regularly and openly.”

it was a strange way of putting that he wanted to be in an exclusive relationship with you but that was just tadashi for you.

“yes,” you nodded, smiling. “i’d like that.”

“great,” he replied. “i know a wonderful place where we can go and have some late night tea and desserts and get to know each other better after i’m done with mr. ainosuke for the night. that is, if you’d like.”

“that sounds perfect.”

“i’ll pick you up,” he confirms. “and until then,”

he leans in to give you a chaste kiss on the cheek before fully letting you go. he walks to the door of the tiny office turning back and giving you one last grin.

“i can’t wait.”

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