#stupid ass final fantasy AU

[neonbrutalism]

AU time again.

Maqali jen Ovinius. Dark Knight. Half Garlean, half Xaela Au Ra on his mother's side. Absolutely ginormous and stands about 7'7" due to his Garlean father. Hits his head on a lot of doorframes. He was subjected to horrific Magitek experiments that left him with talons and venomous fangs. He always had black sclera and glowing red limbal rings though. That's Au Ra for you, I guess.

The experiments also gave him the Resonance, an artificial version of the Echo. Unfortunately, he can't quite control it and often is subjected to other's painful memories and feels their pain (physical and emotional) as though it's his own until the memory fades.

He typically hides his Garlean eye under a circlet or helmet.

#miguel o'hara #stupid ass final fantasy AU #final fantasy xiv

[finntheehumaneater]

from the prompts lists for a lil steddie sickfic 👉👈 bonus points if you can get an uncle wayne cameo in there too lmao

“I’m gonna be sick.” & “Look at me - just breathe, okay?”

hallo, liebe!!! I had way too much fun with this. I want to make this universe its own thing. Everybody send me asks about this I want to talk about my domestic steddie AU please, I love them so much.

(All ask prompt lists are in my pinned posts, and sorry for any mistakes, most of this was copied and pasted from photos of notebook paper, and it does not like my handwriting lmao)

TW: throwing up

Ozzy only liked to eat if someone was watching him. Steve said it was because he wanted to feel safe and protected, but Eddie knew it was because he was an attention whore.

He was currently perched on top of the table, his black tail swiping impatiently as he meowed at Eddie—not pawing the open laptop closed yet, but it looked like he was thinking about it.

“M'doing work, babe,” Eddie muttered gently, reaching out to pet the cat but he ducked away. He rifled through his notes again, trying to remember what name he and Steve had decided for the elven lord. Steve didn’t normally help with Eddie's novel—said he didn't know enough about fantasy and the like, and he didn't want to ruin it—but he had sat down with Eddie on the couch and looked through lists of Welsh names until he found one he thought sounded fit for an elven lord.

And Eddie had agreed, it was a name fit for an elven lord, but he couldn't remember, and he just needed to find the stupid paper with the character names—

Meow!

Eddie's eyes moved back to the cat, and that added on top of the stress of writing made something inside of him snap. “Ozzy, babe. I’m working.”

The cat shied away, his ears flattening and his eyes widening. Eddie ran a hand down his face.This wasn't worth yelling at his cat over.

“Oz…” he closed the laptop and picked up the cat, carrying him to the laundry room. They kept his food on top of the dryer, because when he and Steve had moved in (what... three years ago?) Ozzy had decided that the laundry room was his room, and that people could only actually do the laundry if he liked them.

Eddie set Ozzy down in front of the food dish and pressed a kiss to his side before going to get the hampers from his and Steve's (and Wayne’s) room.

Wayne had been living with them since they had bought the house, and he had lived with them in their apartment before that. he was in charge of doing the “adult things”, even though Eddie and Steve were nearing (thirty twenty-seven for Steve and twenty-eight for Eddie, although Eddie was almost twenty-nine), because Steve's memory couldn't be trusted for things he wasn't one hundred percent in on, and Eddie just couldn't be trusted to do most things on his own. He would much rather be writing.

Wayne still worked as a mechanic, downtown, but this time he liked his job. He'd never leave if he  could, but that meant that he wouldn't get to watch baseball with Steve.

Eddie swore that sometimes it felt like Wayne loved Steve more than him.

Steve was working as a teacher—middle schoolers—and he hadn't been doing it for all that long, but the kids loved him. And he loved them back. Especially one girl named Hayden, because he said she reminded him of Max (Max worked with Gareth at a bookstore a little while away. They shared an apartment, and Max didn't really "work" at the store, seeing how her eyesight fluctuated, but Gareth didn’t mind the company)

And then there was Eddie. Who wrote. The whole rockstar thing hadn't really worked out for him, but he and the guys still got together to play whenever Grant and Jeff were in town.

He was working on his hovel, and he hated every second of it. Sure, he loved writing, but writing an entire-ass-novel was hard.

"It's basically a Lord Of The Rings fanfiction!" He had sobbed to steve one night in bed after he had finally (after six months) finished the rough draft for the outline. “I hate it.”

Steve had just hummed in acknowledgment for a moment, half-curled around Eddie with the messy papers in his hands. "Isn't everything based off of something?"

Eddie had shrugged, keeping his face tucked into Steve’s neck.

“I like Ophelia.” Steve had whispered, pressing a kiss to the side of Eddie's head. "Isn't she the one that stabs the guy with the horns?"

Eddie tried to hum an “mhm” of confirmation, but it came as more of a whine of despair. 

“The drawings you did of her for El were pretty,” Steve had continued, his voice gentle and patient in a way that Eddie adored as he nudged his nose into Eddie's hair a bit more. "You should show her these on Sunday when she and her friend Maya come to visit." Eddie had. And honestly? Aside from Steve and Wayne, El was the only reason the novel was even being made. He wouldn't be able to even open his laptop without her nagging and consistent support over the phone.

She lived up north near Jonathan and Argyle, somewhere near New York, and she drove out with her roommate to visit him and Steve occasionally.

Eddie blinked when Ozzy meowed again, rubbing against his flannel pajama pants he hadn't changed out of yet. "All done, bud?" Ozzy didn't answer. 

Sometimes Eddie felt like he was going insane, talking to his cat.

He put in the detergent and made sure the clothes were spiraled so that they would wash better, before turning it on, the clear lid closed. He didn’t know what buttons to press, but he knew what noise they were supposed to make and in what order. Steve was normally in charge of laundry, but most of the kids had presentations to do, and the other half were doing theirs tomorrow. He’d probably be too tired to do the laundry when he got home.

Eddie heard the door open and close, and he assumed it was Steve, because Wayne wasn't supposed to be home for another hour or two.

"Stevie?" Eddie called out, and he kept talking when he didn't get an answer, because sometimes Steve got home and had what Eddie called Quiet Time, where he would just stay silent and listen to Eddie talk for a while before taking a shower and maybe having a nap." You want any apple? I had one just before you got here, but I left the peels on a bowl on the table, because I love you and things you like, even though it's weird. There’s seltzer too, but it's probably still warm because I only put them in the fridge like…fifteen minutes ago. Might be fine if you put ice in it, though.”

Eddie knew something was wrong even before Steve shuffled into the kitchen—all hunched over, his eyes rimmed red and his cheeks wet, glasses perched low on his nose, nearly slipping off of his face—because there were no arms wrapped around his waist, no face pressed into his neck, and no Robin Buckley perched on his counter. 

She had been driving Steve to and from... basically everywhere since he had gotten his license taken away. The doctors—and anyone—didn't trust him to drive with his seizures. It had taken Steve a while to get used to not being everyone's personal chauffeur anymore.

"You okay, babes?" Eddie asked softly, concern seeping into his tone as Steve leaned against the doorframe. 

"I feel like I'm gonna be sick,” Steve choked out, his voice strained.

“Oh, sweetheart...did one of your kids get you sick? "Eddie asked, taking Steve’s glasses off and setting them onto the kitchen counter before cupping his elbow and helping him over to the bathroom.

He gently pushed Steve down to kneel in front of the toilet, tugging his hair up and out of his face. It wouldn't have gotten in the way, but it looked adorable when all of the fringe that would normally sweep over his forehead in its coif was gathered up in a little ponytail on top of his head.

As much as Eddie would always be there for Steve, he still made a face and cringed away slightly when Steve threw up, smoothing his hand up and down Steve's spine and shoulders as Steve gagged and sobbed between painful-sounding heaves.

Eddie slipped off Steve's jacket when he went limp in his arms, reaching over to flush the toilet. “Shower?” 

Steve shook his head, his face contorting into something pathetic that made Eddie’s heart tug.

"What's the matter, baby? "Eddie murmured, wrapping his arms around Steve's waist, his chin tucked over Steve's shoulder. He'd make Steve get up and brush his teeth in a bit after he had sat and rested. He was still shaking, so Eddie doubted he would be able to stand okay right then.

“I’ll have to call in sick tomorrow,” Steve gasped, shaking his head. “I won’t be able to go in.”

“You don’t want to stay home and rest? Darling, I love you and you are so beautiful, but you look like death right now. You’re more pale than me.”

“Liam has his presentation tomorrow. I have to be there! H-he has a hard time speaking, and—a-and I don’t want him to be nervous. I promised him I’d be there for him,” Steve said, his voice broken and desperate, and God, Eddie was so in love with man that it physically hurt.

Steve was so kind, and caring, and sweet, and compassionate, and the list just went on, and on, and on. 

“Look at me,” Eddie whispered, his fingers brushing over Steve’s stomach. “Just breathe, okay? Liam will be okay.”

Steve shook his head again, his breath shaky and his hands gripping at Eddie’s arms like he was scared to let go. He looked like he was going to throw up again if he didn’t calm down, and didn’t want him to have to go through that anymore. 

“Liam will be okay,” Eddie repeated, his voice a bit more firm as he pressed a hand gently to Steve’s chest. “Breathe.”

Steve did breathe, but his voice was still shaking, and Eddie’s hand went up and down with each movement. “I promised him…”

“I know you promised him,” Eddie whispered, pressing a kiss to Steve’s forehead. “But you can’t control these things. He’ll be alright, baby, he’s a good kid.”

Eventually, Steve’s hands loosened and slid up to Eddie’s shoulders. He pushed himself to stand, and Eddie followed after him. “I’m…I’m okay now.”

“You’re okay,” Eddie parroted back, rubbing Steve’s arm up and down as Steve got his toothbrush out of the mug Wayne had put in the bathroom shelf. It was for some fishing company in the Adirondacks that Eddie had never heard of.

The door creaked open just a bit more than it already was and in strolled Ozzy, meowing lightly. Eddie picked him up when he stood to paw at his thigh, cooing, “Aw, there’s my baby…”

He pressed a kiss to the top of Ozzy’s head, and the cat meowed in protest, now seeing it be a bit against his original plan of being cradled and snug in Eddie’s arms if it meant he had to be kissed.

The poor thing lived a very hard life. 

“M’thought I was your baby,” Steve muttered around his toothbrush, and Eddie rolled his eyes, gently knocking his hip into Steve’s, kissing Ozzy’s head again as he squirmed and tried to escape the confines of Eddie’s arms.

“I can have more than one baby,” he said, and then his voice turned more serious. “Oh, shit, I have to call Nance and tell her that we can’t have Megan over tomorrow afternoon.”

Megan was Nancy’s three year old daughter, and she was lovely, but she was stubborn.

Steve’s face crumpled slightly as he washed the toothbrush off, and Eddie watched him try to hide it by pinching at his nose and sighing. “I’m so sorry, Eds, this is ruining all of our plans…”

“Hey, no,” Eddie set Ozzy down when he started to kick at his arm, biting at the sleeve of his t-shirt. “Steve, honey…”

Steve’s eyes were glassy again when Eddie finally got him to look at him. “I hate being sick,” he practically whimpered, his expression pleading, and fuck—if Eddie could make him feel better he would, but that wasn’t really an option.

“I know, sweet thing,” Eddie murmured sympathetically, pressing a kiss to Steve’s knuckles. “You wanna go and lay down? I’ll get you some Tylenol?”

Steve nodded and Eddie helped him to bed, getting him changed even though he could do it himself. He got Steve the pill and some water and told him that if he wanted to shower when he woke up he could, but the water couldn’t be hot in case he passed out again, like he had the last time he was sick. Head injuries with Steve were no joke.

He got Steve’s bag from where he had left it by the front door when he had come in, then switched the laundry over and when he was just sitting down to work again, Wayne got home.

“You’re early.”

Wayne shrugged, picking up one of the apple peels out of the bowl and popping it into his mouth. “Katie forced me to come back before I started workin’ on another car.”

“Hm,” Eddie hummed, opening the laptop. “Steve got home sick, so be nice.”

“M’always nice.”

Eddie sighed, shaking his head slightly with a smile before getting back to work.

Steve hadn’t wanted Eddie to sleep with him in case he got sick, too—offering to sleep on the couch instead so that Eddie could have the bed, but Eddie had very lovingly said “fuck no” to that. He was curled around Steve, nose pressed into the sweaty hair on the back of Steve’s neck. 

Wayne was out on their neighbor’s porch smoking, and Ozzy was put away in the laundry room (his cat house had been moved there before Eddie crawled into bed, he wasn’t evil) so that he wouldn’t wake everyone up at four in the morning. 

There was a trash can by the bed, because Steve had thrown up again after dinner, even though he had barely eaten anything. 

“How much did you write today?” Steve whispered, voice scratchy and hoarse 

“You’re supposed to be sleeping, babes,” Eddie muttered, pressing a kiss to Steve’s shoulder.

“But how much?”

“Three thousand, maybe. Maybe a bit less.”

“That’s a lot.”

“Debatable.”

Steve laughed, then coughed, wincing.

“Go to sleep,” Eddie whispered, his lips brushing against Steve’s skin.

Steve still had that ridiculous ponytail on top of his head. Either he didn’t know it was there still, or he had finally come around to realizing how adorable it was.

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#Like I had so so so much fun writing this #Poor Steve #I’m so serious though please let me ramble about this universe ask me questions I’m begging you #Let me procrastinate my history homework with my silly little guys #Please #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #steddie fic #steve x eddie #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #max mayfield #jeff stranger things #gareth stranger things #teacher!steve harrington #Writer! Eddie Munson #Finn writes #My writing #my fic

[therhythmafterthesummer]

Got a case of reaaallly sensitive breasts so !!!

Werewolf chris and nipple play 🐺

funny thing... i already had a drabble with this scenario, so i started tweaking it as soon as i received this ask... now i don't think i can call this a drabble anymore lmao. hope y'all enjoy it.

Pairing: Werewolf!Chan x Human!F.Reader (one of the main pairings of my WereRoomies series. you don’t really need to read any other instalment to understand/enjoy this piece). | Word Count: ~4k | Themes & Warnings: fantasy/supernatural AU · smut | established relationship | reader is chubby based on former instalments, but there’s no focus on it in this piece · pet names · lots and lots of praising · nipple play · cock warming · interruptions (but it’s fine, i promise) · unprotected penetration [piv. no barrier method used, but the reader is presumed to be on birth control] · creampie.

minors do not interact.

When Chris came home earlier this afternoon, all sad and pouty because nothing seemed to have gone how he wanted it to today, you offered the one thing you knew would help him start improving his mood. 

‘Do you want me to help you find solutions, or do you just want to vent?’ You’d asked him while you prepared some relaxing tea.

‘God, I really just want to vent…’ Chris replied simply, which was perfectly valid.

So he did just that, all while you delicately massaged his broad–and admittedly tense–shoulders, taking the occasional sip of your cups of tea. Chris sat on one of the kitchen stools, and you stood behind him, listening intently to him for as long as he needed you to.

“…But it’s all boring, stupid shit. I know, I know. I need to let it go”, Chris finished his rant with a sigh, tilting his head back to lean it against you.

“It’s not stupid, baby. You’ve got very valid reasons to be frustrated about it”, you moved your hands from where they’d been kneading his shoulders to his hair, so you could caress the soft strands.

Chris immediately closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. He was quiet for a while, just enjoying the movements of your fingers against his scalp.

“Thank you, love”, he mumbled eventually, finally opening his eyes and turning around to place his hands on your waist.

“Nothing to thank me for, darling”, you mumbled back, just as you looped your arms around his neck and leaned in for a kiss.

Chris pulled you closer to him so you could stand between his parted legs, chest against chest. The stools of your kitchen were tall, so it was easy to just melt into the kiss, he might as well have been standing with how minimal the height difference was.

After a while of just kissing, one of his hands found its way under the oversized t-shirt you were wearing to grab a handful of your ass. The sudden action made you squeal in surprise, but the sound quickly evolved into a chuckle.

“Handsy, huh?” You asked between pecks of your lips, carding your fingers through his hair.

“Mhm…” Chris’ lips were on your neck in an instant, slowly, oh, so very slowly leaving open mouthed kisses on your skin. You’d lie if you said it wasn’t heating you up. It was almost like he just knew you’d been dying to be with him all day. “Don’t see you complaining. If anything, your heart’s beating faster, and you know I can just smell how horny you are”.

Caught red-handed, as always.

As your boyfriend nibbled on your pulsepoint, his free hand joined the other on your backside, for him to knead and squeeze your buttocks to his heart’s content. You could stop him whenever. You knew that the second the words came out of your mouth he’d stop completely… But you honestly didn’t want him to.

“You know…” Chris mumbled against the skin of your neck, coaxing goosebumps to raise on your flesh. “I think I’m still a bit stressed”.

He wasn’t stressed anymore. He knew it, you knew it, and he knew that you knew, but you decided to humour him anyway.

“Are you?” You chuckled, grabbing a handful of his hair to pull him away from your neck. Chris just let you move him like that, and the moment his eyes landed on yours, you started to feel tingly all over.

You weren’t sure if it was due to how blown his pupils suddenly were, or if it was that damned animal stare of his that always seemed to affect you in ways it certainly shouldn’t have, but you immediately felt your breath catch in your throat. Especially when his grip on your bum tightened.

“Mm. Very”, Chris grinned at you–a wolfish grin, very fitting for someone like him. “Think my pretty girlfriend would like to help out with that?”

“Mmm…” You acted as if you were thinking about his question, as if it needed an in depth analysis before you could answer it, but, ultimately, you grinned back at him. “You’re saying that your pretty girlfriend listening to your problems for almost twenty minutes isn’t enough?”

Chris’ smug façade immediately crumbled, replaced with the most adorable pout and puppy eyes you’d ever seen. “Baaabe, that’s not what I meeeaan…”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “I know, I know. I’m just teasing you, I’m sorry. Tell me, baby, what do you want from me? Whatever it is, just say it, and it’s yours”.

“…Whatever I want?” Chris asked, as if he didn’t know that he could ask absolutely anything of you, and that you’d give him exactly what he wanted. Just like he would do for you.

“Whatever you want, baby”.

Chris hummed. His eyes jumped all over your face, taking in your features, until they finally started travelling further down to look at your neck, your chest, your legs… Even if your body was covered by his t-shirt, it was like the garment simply didn’t exist.

Finally, when he had seemingly decided just what he wanted, he took a deep breath. One of his hands let go of your bum to start making its way towards your tummy. Chris squeezed the flesh briefly, then he dragged that same hand all the way up your torso, until it reached one of your breasts.

It was such a simple thing, but the way his palm wouldn’t detach from your skin had heat spreading all throughout your body, even more so when he gave your breast a hefty squeeze, only to finally pinch your nipple.

You bit your lip at the sensation, tugging a bit on his hair. For no particular reason other than because you could.

Chris’ eyes were focused on your chest, on the movement of his hand under the fabric. After a deep breath, he finally spoke again.

“I know what I want…”

Soft, wet sounds filled the space of your living room. They mingled with the content sighs leaving your boyfriend’s mouth, and with your occasional quiet moans.

When Chris told you this was what he wanted, it hadn’t been exactly what you had expected, but you certainly weren’t going to complain. Not when his monster cock was buried deep within your walls, not when his lips were attached to your chest…

You were certain you had surpassed the thirty minute mark already. Over thirty minutes spent sitting on this armchair, straddling him, becoming putty in his hands. Thirty minutes of sweet, sweet torture. 

Chris detached his mouth from your chest. Squeezing your breasts gently with both hands, he blew on your nipples, the feeling was enhanced by the remnants of his saliva spread all over. You felt your walls clamp around his length, and a whine escaped your mouth. 

“You’re dripping, pretty baby. I can feel it trickling down”, Chris chuckled, kneading your breasts. He sounded immensely amused, and you attempted to bury your face in the crook of his neck as soon as you felt your cheeks heating up.

“That’s because my boyfriend has been playing with my tits for almost an hour”, you mumbled, pressing a kiss to his collarbone. 

“Should we stop?” His hands immediately stopped their motions on your chest, although he didn’t remove them. The question was genuine, it spread a pleasant warmth within you, and you couldn’t help but appreciate that he checked in on you. He always did, and you always appreciated it.

“No”, you replied almost immediately, trying not to pout at the dwindling of your pleasure when his fingers stopped stimulating your nipples. “I love when you play with them…”

“You do?” Chris smiled at you, dipping his hands from your tits briefly to caress your sides, making goosebumps raise on your skin.

You nodded in response, swallowing the saliva that had pooled in your mouth. His hands continued their path lower, finding your thighs, gripping the flesh tightly while biting his bottom lip. Your mind was already drifting elsewhere, transported by the dark haze in Chris’ eyes, by his hands on your body.

“You like it when I fondle them?” Chris brought his hands back to your breasts, and started kneading them gently. You nodded, absentmindedly licking your lower lip while you stared into his eyes. 

“Yeah? Mmm… You like it when I… ghost my fingers over your nipples like this?” He dragged his thumbs over the stiffened buds, slowly, with barely any pressure, but the movement had you inhaling deeply, and your thighs twitching with need. You nodded again.

“What about… when I roll them between my fingers like this?” As soon as both his thumbs and index fingers pinched each nipple, rolling them softly, you couldn’t contain the moan that came out of your mouth. The contact had sparks of pleasure shooting from your chest to your core, making you clench around his length, making Chris inhale deeply at the tight grip of your walls. 

“I–I do”, you replied simply, closing your eyes and throwing your head back as your boyfriend kept rolling your nipples between his fingers, slowly increasing the pressure. 

“You always make the prettiest noises when I play with your tits, love”, Chris kissed your cheek, making you flush impossibly further. 

He left a trail of kisses from your cheek to your ear, whispering as he went. “My girl’s perfect tits, hm? So full and soft… I love playing with them, too, you know?” 

A shiver ran up and down your spine when he whispered in your ear. You did know, but you loved hearing it anyway. Once again, you nodded, taking in deep breaths, whining a bit the more he played with your chest. 

“What about my mouth, baby?” Chris mumbled, still close to your ear, pressing his cheek against yours. “Do you like my mouth on your tits, too?”

You nodded, eagerly, desperately… Your body started to tremble because of the way he talked to you, because of his hands working your chest, and his cock stretching you open. “Love your mouth on my tits…”

“Mmm… Love having your tits in my mouth, too”, Chris pressed a kiss to your cheek, an oddly tender gesture considering the circumstances. You whimpered as soon as his lips were pressed to your heated skin, digging your nails further into his shoulders. 

Chris finally stopped stimulating your chest, and you exhaled, finding both agony and relief in the lack of contact. Cupping your breasts, squeezing them, he took them in his hands, and he leaned in, slowly, almost tentatively landing a lick on one of your nipples. Before you could even react, his lips closed around the sensitive bud, and it made you moan again, a bit more desperate this time.

His languid licks had you trembling once again, they had you whining like a hungry puppy, and you supposed you were. Right then, you certainly felt like one.

You wanted to roll your hips, to try to find some delicious friction by rubbing your clit against his pubic bone, but you knew he wanted you to be still. So you tried your best to not move, you simply held onto his shoulders as tightly as you could, getting increasingly more worked up the longer he sucked, and licked, and touched your sensitive breasts.

The rumble on the side table next to the armchair pulled you out of the daze Chris’ attention had you in. He detached his mouth from your chest to look at the rumbling device, and you immediately whined at the loss of contact. He read the caller ID out loud. You couldn’t help but sigh, annoyed. It was your boss, of all people… 

“You should take that”, Chris removed his hands from your chest, leaning back on the armchair and placing his hands on your thighs, squeezing them. “Could be important”.

A pout immediately formed on your lips. He just giggled when he saw it, cupping your cheek and tugging your bottom lip with his thumb.

Finally, with another sigh of annoyance, you reached for your phone and answered the call. “Hello?”

The audacity of your boss to call you out of your business hours… And for something so stupid. It was like all those delicious endorphins that had flooded your brain throughout the past hour were forcibly flushed out of your system as soon as you heard her voice.

A frown made its way to your face while you listened to her oh, so urgent query. Momentarily, you forgot about your boyfriend’s thickness deep inside you. At least, until he leaned into you again, wrapping his arms around your waist and attaching his lips to your collarbone.

Saliva pooled in your mouth, so you swallowed, closing your eyes to attempt to focus on what your boss was telling you. Admittedly, it was much harder than you could ever imagine, especially when Chris kissed your skin so lovingly and tenderly, when he whispered words of appreciation between each kiss. ��Gorgeous… Pretty… Soft… Beautiful… So smart in your work call, huh?’

You just couldn’t take it anymore, you needed this call to end now, or you’d die due to lack of intimacy with your gorgeous boyfriend. So you cleared your throat–both to get the attention of your boss who was still rambling on the other side of the line, and to conceal a whimper that almost came out of your mouth once Chris’ lips attached to your pulse point.

“Listen, the files I sent out today have the answer to all of those questions. My shift ended, like, two hours ago. Just because we’re friends doesn’t mean you can call me out of hours, much less for something like this?” You might’ve spoken a bit harsher than you intended, but you needed to get your point across.

Chris squeezed your ass, tightly, almost making you moan right on the speaker. Thankfully, your boss stuttered a ‘Oh, shit I thought you were still working, I forgot your shift changed this month. I’m so sorry! Let’s talk tomorrow!’

You said your goodbyes and pressed the red button on your screen. After a double take to make sure the call had been hung up, you dropped it back on the side table, sighing. But this time, you didn’t sigh out of annoyance, but due to the fact that Chris had tugged your earlobe with his teeth.

“You’re so fucking hot when you get all bossy, fuck”, he attached his lips to your pulse point once again, sucking on the skin. “Talking about your spreadsheets, and pivots, and numbers, and shit”.

You chuckled, bringing your arms to Chris’ shoulders and pulling him further into you. “That’s the true boring stuff, babe”.

“Mmm… Still…” Chris peppered kisses all over your face–your cheeks, your forehead, your nose, your chin… “Wanna keep going? Or is the mood ruined for you?”

“Does it feel like it’s ruined for me?” You clenched around his length, voluntarily, making him twitch inside you. “You’re still rock hard, baby. So I’ll take a guess and say the mood hasn’t been ruined for you, either”.

“How could I not be rock hard when I have a Goddess on my lap? When you’re so deliciously warm around my cock?” Chris pulled away from your hug, cradling your face in his hands to plant a loud, wet kiss on your lips. “Should I continue where we left off?”

You nodded, and immediately your boyfriend’s mouth was back on your chest, sucking your nipple into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it, all while his other hand squeezed your other breast, stimulating the hardened bud with his fingers. 

In no time, Chris had you a whimpering, moaning mess again. You were seriously dripping, you could feel your own juices leaking out, and if you hadn’t been too engrossed in the tingles of pleasure coursing throughout your body, you would’ve stopped to put a towel under your bodies.

“Baby…” You mumbled, threading your fingers in the hair on the back of Chris’ head, tugging the slightest bit. “Bite?”

He opened his eyes, looking at you with that dark, predatory look that always made you want to submit, to let him make you feel good however he pleased, to let him ruin you. He didn’t say anything, though. Instead, he just did as you asked, nibbling on your sensitive skin as his other hand pinched the other nipple.

He kept the slow rhythm of his tongue, of his teeth, and his lips, every second bringing you closer to a ledge you weren’t even sure you’d be able to fall over like this. Eventually, he switched sides, attaching his mouth to the other nipple to get it just as wet and puffy as the other.

You could feel yourself clench around him, just like you could feel him twitch every time you moaned his name. Something was brewing in the pit of your stomach, something warm and familiar…

“Oh, fuck! Chris!”

All of a sudden, your release hit you like a truck, your entire body shook, your boyfriend groaned against your chest, and tears quickly welled in your eyes. It was so much, an explosion of pleasure that dragged warmth everywhere within your body. Familiar, yet new at the same time.

Your thighs flexed with exertion, you were trembling, and as you started to come down from your high, you just couldn’t stand any more stimulation to your chest.

“Fuck, fuck, babe–stop, please…”

Chris detached his mouth from your abused nipple as soon as the words came out of your mouth. Your body slumped, your world started to spin, you were panting still, and all you could do to keep yourself grounded was pressing your forehead on your boyfriend’s shoulder. He simply hugged you close, caressing your hair, whispering soothing words. You could vaguely register them among the ringing in your ears.

“Baby, talk to me. Are you okay?” Threading his fingers in your hair, Chris massaged your scalp. His tone was gentle, but slightly urgent. It wouldn’t have been the first time you passed out after an orgasm, so you could totally understand why he was trying to get a reply from you.

You nodded, still panting a bit. With a deep breath you removed your head from his shoulder, placing your hands on his chest for stability. “I’m okay. But, holy shit. What was that?” 

“One of the hottest things you’ve ever done, holy fuck”, immediately, Chris attached his lips to your cheeks, kissing away the tears that had inadvertently fallen from your eyes. “I really… I mean, it wasn’t my intention to make you come from that. I didn’t even know you could do that”. 

“I didn’t know I could do that, fuck…" You’d always had sensitive nipples, they’d always been a good trigger for your pleasure, but only when it was coupled with clit stimulation, so this certainly caught you off guard.

Chris looked at you for a moment, all starry eyed, as if he had just been given a Christmas present. In an instant his lips were on yours, kissing you deeply, adoringly, all as he groaned against your mouth and groped your ass. “So fucking perfect, shit…”

When he pulled back from the kiss, he held you close, pressing kisses on your cheek while you tried your best to catch your breath.

He was still hard inside you, you could feel him twitch sporadically as he caressed your body, and even if you had just come a handful of minutes prior, you had been waiting way too long already. 

“Babe…” Bringing your hands to his face, you cradled it, and leaned in to kiss him. You barely detached your lips from his, simply letting them brush against his lips with every word that came out of your mouth. “Please, Chris. Fuck me. Fuck me good, please I need–”

Your sentence got cut short, what should’ve been the rest of it was replaced with a yelp as your boyfriend held you tightly and moved. He moved so fast you registered it only when you were already with your back against the armchair, with your boyfriend hovering over you and with your hips in just the right angle by the edge of the seat. 

“Want me to fuck you good?” Chris mumbled against your mouth, throwing your legs over his shoulders and holding your hips tightly. “I’ll fuck you so fucking good, my prettiest. Just like you deserve”. 

Whatever response you had died on your tongue, replaced by broken moans of his name as your boyfriend started to ram into you, so hard you could practically feel him in your throat.

“So fucking perfect coming because I was playing with your tits, shit…” The sound of sweaty skin hitting sweaty skin filled the room, mingling with the obscene squelching sounds produced by his cock going in and out of your cunt at such an aggressive pace. “How lucky am I, huh? Every day… you just remind me… how lucky I am… because I’m able to call you mine. Fuck!” 

You couldn’t speak. The only noises you could produce were whines, and whimpers, and moans, and your boyfriend’s name as he kept stimulating that sweet spot within your walls, bringing you alarmingly fast towards your second high.

“My perfect girl, and her perfect tits, and her perfect body just for me. Just for me, hm?” 

You just nodded in response to his question. Because you were. you were his girl, and your body was his to enjoy.

“Mine. My pretty baby all for me, fuck…” Removing one of your legs from where it had been resting on his shoulder, Chris’ hand got easy access to your centre, and you immediately held your leg against your chest, letting him work you up just how he wanted, just how you wanted. “C’mon, baby. Give me another”.

In no time, you were trembling with your release, tearing up at the onslaught of sensations coursing through your body. Chris rammed into you once, twice, thrice, and with the fourth thrust he dived in, finding your mouth and kissing you sloppily right before he finally exploded within your warmth. Keeping his hips pressed against you, he shot his load deep into you, all as he groaned, and grunted, and borderline growled within the kiss.

Panting a bit, Chris moved away from your lips, pressing a trail of kisses from your face to your shoulder, eventually resting his head there while he composed himself. You were too fucked out of your mind to do anything other than bring your hand to the back of his head to play with his now sweaty hair. 

After a minute, he detached himself from you, kissing you one more time before he was pulling out. “Stay still”. 

When he came back with a soaked washcloth, he cleaned you up, getting as much of his cum on the rag before he dropped it to the floor and scooped you into his arms. You weakly held onto him, letting him carry you to your bedroom.

“Love you. You know that, right?” Chris pressed a kiss on your forehead, placing you down on your shared bed.

You hummed. “I love you, too”.

Chris smiled brightly at you, kissing you on the cheek one more time before he was pulling himself away from your space.

You grabbed his hand, pouting, and he immediately giggled. “Where are you going? You gonna leave me all alone here? No cuddles?”

“Baby, of course not. If I ever skip our post-sex cuddles, assume I’m gravely ill and take me to the hospital”, Chris leaned down so he could place a kiss on the back of your hand. “I’m going to get you some water. You need to hydrate, pretty. I’m nowhere near done with you yet”.

“O–oh”, you started to feel tingly all over again, just as you felt heat creep on your face.

“Yeah, oh”, Chris chuckled, pressing another kiss on the back of your hand before he mumbled a ‘Be right back’.

You unashamedly stared at his ass until he left the room. You were definitely getting a handful of that later, since it seemed to be like it was going to be one of those long, strenuous, yet immensely satisfying nights. 

As you laid there on your side, hugging a pillow to your chest, you honestly couldn’t wipe the smile off of your face while you waited for your boyfriend to come back.

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TF Fantasy insanity - Soundwave and Shockwave

They say there is a monster hiding in the shadow of He Who Listens Attentively. Certainly, that is mere hearsay... right?

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Kenyizsu's First Law: Everything that receives my undivided attention shall be redesigned into a fantasy setting sooner or later.

If you are even remotely surprised by this random-ass redesign, you must be new here. Welcome! Hope you will enjoy your stay! <3

Frankly, I have been on a MASSIVE Transformers nostalgia train as of late, and while literally ALL the newer media I checked out (Rise of the Beasts, Cyberverse and Earthspark) have all been varying levels of bad or disappointing or both, that STILL has not been enough to put an end to the ride. Probably gonna go back to the old classics at this rate. I wanted so badly to draw my two favorite 'Cons, TEH Waves themselves, but machines break my brain. So how to vault over that problem?

F A N T A S Y  R E D E S I G N, babbieeeeee

I always had really stupid fantasy AU ideas for our favorite shapeshifting robots, and I finally caved in and had this veeery timid first try (I know this insane bull-- doesn't look like it, but believe me, it is). If the nostalgia train goes on longer, I might add more to this lineup, and I hope to practice "random fantasy designs relatively fast" first and foremost. Maybe even revisit Soundwave, give him a more mage-look next time around. We will see!

Also, fun fact: He Who Listens Attentively is the accurate translation of Soundwave's Hungarian name, Fülelő. Every site ever translates it as Listener, but that is not entirely true. The verb fülelni specifically means to listen attentively. So there you go, hope it was an entertaining little trivia! I will more than likely use this really cool, Egyptian deity-esque name in this fantasy insanity, IF there will be more!

2024.02.16.

#transformers #transformers fantasy insanity #soundwave #shockwave #he who listens attentively #kenyizsu art #fantasy redesign

[epicbuddieficrecs]

Weekly recap | October 16th-29th 2023 (Part One)

I've got a banner now! What do you guys think? 😃 Two weeks of fics, it's a long one, I hope you enjoy!

(Edit: yes it says PART ONE because apparently I've read so many fics Tumblr can't handle the amount of links 😭)

Complete

I Was Betting On Forever (But Forever Comes And Goes) by callmenewbie/ @callmenewbie (Car accident | 4K | Teen): Eddie gets a call from Buck in the middle of the night and it’s about as bad as one would expect

Take My Hand and Let’s Pretend by giselleslash/ @gigi-gigi (Getting together | 4K | General): Christopher shows Eddie and Buck how to make braided rings, Eddie does something unexpected, and Buck loses a bit of his sanity over it all.

Love and Bullets Both Shatter Hearts (But Only One Can Put You Back Together) by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels/ @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels (Spies AU | 11K | Explicit): Agent [Redacted] Diaz is the best at what he does. Usually. But lately there's this real pain in the ass* who's been ruining his missions: Code Name "Buck." *stupidly handsome and annoyingly talented rival spy

Guilt Takes a Lunch Break at Two in the Morning by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels/ @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels (PWP, Sexual Fantasy | 1,8K | Explicit): Eddie's married, and he's never going to cheat. Even if his wife hasn't been around. Buck knows Eddie's married, and he's probably not into men, and he won't ruin the best friendship he's ever had. Doesn't mean either of them can't imagine other things.

Direct Deposit by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels/ @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels (PWP, Buck/Connor/Kameron but it's still endgame Buddie | 10K | Explicit): Buck's asked to contribute the old-fashioned way.

in the middle by honestlydarkprincess/ @honestlydarkprincess (PWP, Buck/Eddie/Natalia but endgame Buddie | 4K | Explicit): Or, Eddie walks in on friends with benefits Buck and Natalia. Buck and Eddie figure out their feelings and then the three of them have some fun.

🔥 Your Love is an Oil Slick (It Glows like Rainbows, It Stains My Soul) by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels/ @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels (Canon Divergent - Supernatural Elements, Ghost Buck | 67K | Explicit): When Eddie's son claims he has an imaginary friend, Eddie doesn't think much of it. Christopher is seven, it's what kids do. But then weird things start happening around the house, and Eddie starts dreaming about a handsome blue-eyed man. Turns out, Christopher's friend isn't so imaginary. Their house is haunted.

🔥 my words are paper tigers by hattalove/ @hattalove (Time Loop, Canon Divergent | 20K | Teen): or: buck breaks up with eddie, even if it means losing a part of himself, because it's the right thing to do. the universe decides to test that conviction.

all i wanna do right now. by dylaesthetics (Season 6, Coming Out | 4K | Teen): Eddie starts acting out of character. Buck worries.

remember to remember me by Daffi_990_ao3/ @hannah-ruth-990 (Canon-Divergent, Post-Lightning, Amnesia | 31K | Explicit): Buck and Eddie finally get together only for lightning to strike a few days later, leaving Buck with no memories of them ever becoming a couple.

toy with me by honestlydarkprincess/ @honestlydarkprincess (PWP, Post-S6 | 2K | Explicit): Or, the one where Eddie accidentally walks in on Buck using his new toy.

i am never without it by Maira/ @carrierofthepaperclips (Getting Together | 3K | Teen): Buck takes them out slowly, reverently, giving them their own place on the bedspread. It takes him longer than he thinks - while there aren’t really that many items, he lingers over each one, memories flashing through his mind like quicksilver. He shouldn’t have opened this box.

My dandelion tell me when you've made your mind // Kinktober Day 23 - Overstimulation by Heyimbeccah (PWP, BDSM | 1K | Explicit): Eddie's eyes light up as he rubs his thumb over his cock again and again, drawing a series of whimpers from his throat. "It's gonna hurt, baby," he whispers. "Please," Buck says, his voice breaking.

🔥 stupid people. by brewrosemilk/ @gayhoediaz (Canon Divergent, Sex Worker Buck | 160K | Explicit): New in Los Angeles, and having recently admitted to himself that he's gay, Eddie figures that hiring a sex worker might be a good way to keep his private life cut off from his job and his son. A way to keep things from becoming too complicated. It works. For a while.

believe in one thing (i won't go away) by heartbeatdiaz/ @loserdiaz (Canon Divergent, Post-Coma | 24K | Mature): the one where buck is figuring out stuff after waking up from a coma, eddie misses his best friend and they go to couple's therapy.

you're where i stand, hearing the sea by Maira/ @carrierofthepaperclips (Getting Together | 3K | Teen): ... or the one with the accidental kiss.

With Great Power Comes Great Pining by Princessfbi/ @princessfbi (Post-Lightning, Getting Together | 10K | Teen): It was the lightning strike. That had to be it. It was the only logical conclusion. Though, when it comes to being able to suddenly read people’s minds, Buck supposed there wasn’t a whole lot of logic involved. Well… Not people. Just… Eddie’s mind. 

look straight ahead if you like it slow by hattalove/ @hattalove (PWP, Established Buddie | 6K | Explicit): “This gets you going, huh?” Eddie grins, propping himself up on his elbows so he can move higher on the bed, reach the pretty pink bow of Buck’s mouth. “Devotion? You being it for me?” He stretches up toward Buck’s ear, whispers: “Monogamy?”

your long day is over now by hattalove/ @hattalove (Post Season 5, Pre-Buddie | 4K | Teen): or, buck leaves, then comes back home again. 

been yours longer than i haven't by hattalove/ @hattalove (Friends to Lovers | 1K | Teen): in which buck tries dating, and eddie has an embarrasing number of oh moments.

never want for more when you're near by hattalove/ @hattalove (Getting Together | 4K | Teen): in which buck gets drunk and sleeps with eddie. except does he?

baby, it's halloween (we can be anything) by heartbeatdiaz/ @loserdiaz (Post-Lawsuit | 2K | Teen): After Eddie forgives him and after they share that hug, Eddie invites Buck to come spend the night of Halloween with Chris and him, where he belongs. More feelings come to light and everything works out for the better.

baby, loving you's the real thing by hattalove/ @hattalove (First Kiss | 2K | Teen): in which eddie, very literally, has a brush with buck 1.0.

can't do a love song (not the way you sang them to me) by hattalove/ @hattalove (Post-Season 1, Neighbours AU | 7K | Mature): in which buck sleeps around for healthy reasons, and thinks about his next-door neighbor a healthy amount.

california wishing on these stars by hattalove/ @hattalove (Post-Season 5, Getting Together | 21K | Teen): in which 'tis the season, buck is single again, and eddie is being very brave about it.

pretty in pink by honestlydarkprincess/ @honestlydarkprincess (PWP, Panties | 4K | Explicit): Or, the one where Eddie finds out Buck's little secret and Buck wrongly assumes he has a problem with it so Eddie has to set things straight.

sucker for pain by prettyboybuckley/ @prettyboybuckley (PWP, Spanking | 2K | Explicit): OR: Buck gets spanked in one of his most intimate places

Make So Much Smoke it Sparks a Fire by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels/ @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels (PWP, Succubi&Incubi | 7K | Explicit): Incubi and succubi are not about sex. They're about lust. Desire. The build up. Driving you so insane that sex is all you can think about, all you want, all you need. Pushing you right over the edge. Naturally, Buck and Eddie like to have fun with this.

Love Like the Ocean (Dirties Your Body, Cleans Your Soul) by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels/ @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels (Mermaid Buck, PWP | 5K | Explicit): Eddie and Buck have been dating for a while, but practicalities have prevented them from having sex in Buck's true form. That's about to change.

I Love Oklahoma by chicklette/ @chicklette (Getting Together | 1,7K | General): Sometimes, you need to be able to call someone out without it being everything. Sometimes, you just need to make a hole and say here: spill it out here. We can grow it or bury it as needed, but you gotta get it out.

lost in your current like a priceless wine by heartbeatdiaz/ @loserdiaz (Established Buddie | 2K | Teen): Eddie jumps into conclusions, him and Karen get drunk and Buck is tired but also amused. It all works in the end.

may these memories break our fall by heartbeatdiaz/ @loserdiaz (Canon Divergent, Married Buddie, Amnesia | 6K | Teen): or: eddie is a soldier coming home for christmas, he wants to surprise his husband and son for the holiday but things don't go as planned.

then through the phone ( came all your tears ) by heartbeatdiaz/ @loserdiaz (Post-Season 5, Dispatcher Eddie | 3K | Teen): After leaving the 118, Eddie becomes a 911 dispatcher.

put on a slow dumb show for you by fleetinghearts/ @shitouttabuck (Getting Together | 2K | Teen): or, they’re sleepy and a little drunk and buck’s one step behind

it can't be unlearned (i've known the warmth of you) by heartbeatdiaz/ @loserdiaz (Werewolf Buck | 4K | Teen): He thinks maybe he fell asleep and he's having a weird dream or something. There's a big— a huge— wolf curling on itself and sleeping soundly where his coffee table should be.

spinning faster than the plane that took you by heartbeatdiaz/ @loserdiaz (Canon Divergent, Post-Coma | 9K | Teen): or: Buck flees to the other side of the world, they're both miserable and also pining idiots in love. Somehow it all works out in the end.

baby, let the games begin by heartbeatdiaz/ @loserdiaz (Post-Season 5, Getting Together | 3K | Teen): There's a baseball game, Eddie pines and Hen is so done with these two idiots.

🔥 Don't They Know It's the End of the World? by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Fallout 4 AU, Post-Apocalyptic | 32K | Mature | Warning: Violence): After being put in a cryogenic sleep for over a hundred years to wait out an apocalyptic event, Eddie Diaz wakes up, too early, to find his son has been stolen from his cryo-chamber. Scared and alone in a frightening world he doesn't recognize, Eddie is willing to do anything to get his kid back.

WIP

and here, too, am i by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Future fic, Married Buddie | 1/3 | 11K | Teen): Six months into their marriage, Eddie is still struggling to decide whether or not he wants more kids, when he knows Buck does. The universe may not scream, but it certainly talks.

🔥 Things We're All Too Young to Know by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Canon, S1 through S6 | 96/? | 245K | Mature): This is a love story. Even if it doesn’t always look like it. Even if it doesn’t always feel like it. A look back on Eddie and Buck's lives up to now, and what led them to each other, interpreted from the current 9-1-1 canon.

Innocence died screaming, honey, ask me I should know by JJK/ @trenchcoatsandtimetravel (Demon Buck, Canon Divergent | 5/? | 9K | Teen): Buck is a demon with the power to help with pregnancy, childbirth, and infant health. When the Buckleys make a deal asking for someone to help 'save their baby', Buck leaps at the chance as it will give him what he's always wanted: a life on earth. But demon deals are tricky and neither of them gets quite what they're after. This is Buck's journey as he navigates growing up on earth and remembering how to help those in need.

Re-Read

I Opened My Eyes and There You Were by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels/ @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels (Post-Season 3, Getting Together | 4K | Explicit): In which Buck provides the dots and Eddie finally connects them.

Drowning in Dreams (You're My Raft) by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels/ @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels Post-Tsunami, Getting Together | 5K | Explicit): In which Buck sleeps his way into a relationship with Eddie, but not in the way you'd think.

Like a Sack of Bricks by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels/ @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels (Getting Together | 2K | Teen): One word from Christopher, and Eddie's realizing he's made a serious miscalculation about his best friend.

Love Like Taffy by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels/ @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels (PWP, Dom/Sub | 4K | Explicit): Buck likes it when Eddie puts him in his place. And Eddie's noticed.

🔥 let's hear it for the boy by hattalove/ @hattalove (Post-Season 5, Coming Out | 56K | Teen): in which eddie attends a self-empowerment group for gbtq men to supplement his therapy, and is empowered to: forgive himself, say "i'm gay" to his own reflection in the mirror, accidentally adopt an adult, make fried rice, and tell his straight best friend that he's in love with him. not necessarily in that order.

rainbows have nothing to hide by hattalove/ @hattalove (Getting Together | 3K | Teen): how is eddie diaz like kermit the frog? let buck and christopher count the ways. (Part 1 of the kermit verse)

this savoir faire by hattalove/ @hattalove (Established Buddie | 5K | Teen): or, the one in which embracing the meme life turns out to be more complicated than eddie expected. (Part 2 of the kermit verse)

#buddie #buddie fic rec #buddie fanfic #buddie fic #epic buddie fic rec #911 fanfiction #911 fic #911 fanfic

[thehorrorsoftheblackbunnymask]

What are the proxy’s and pastas type in the HS Au like romantically what would be their type just outta curiosity…

Ben: He is chronically online, but I can see him being into goths. A big titty goth mommy is his fucking wet dream. Maybe someone taller than him, but, he is a sucker for someone shorter than him. He's already short at 5'3, 5'4, so having someone shorter than him gives him an ego boost. Definitely a Titty guy.

Jeff: Some final girl shit. A popular cheerleader. He's really into slashers and wants to make his final girl fantasy come true. A hot bimbo/himbo cheerleader, yes... I'd say he's an ass guy.

EJ: I can see him being into shy girls/dudes. EJ is pretty quiet, but he isn't shy by any means. I can see him teasing a shy nerdy girl/boy, and whenever they get flustered, he can't help but smile. When it comes to his body prefrence, I'd say thighs, But more so a stomach kind of guy. He likes chubby girls, some of has to do with his cannibalistic tendencies, but also some of his animalistic ones.

Toby: With Toby, I can see him going mote for personality. He's a thigh boy at heart, but he's been fucked over by a lot of 'pretty' girls and boys. He wants an absolute sweetheart, and a little bit of a push over. He's desperate for love and affection.

Tim/Masky: A fucking loser. I said it in a earlier post but Tim tends to go after losers due to then being extremely easy to manipulate. He can get away with a lot of stuff because you're too scared to tell on him. Definitely an ass guy, no further comment.

Brian/Hoodie: He likes feisty ones. He wants someone who gives him a challenge, someone who won't easily fall for his tricks. He doesn't want a stupid, air headed bimbo, nah, he wants someone who can outwit him and give him a good chase. Probs an ass guy as well.

Liu: Another sweetheart lover. He already has to deal with his brothers bullshit, and tbh, he fucking hates assholes, or people who give him a hard time. Sully loved feisty ones, so Liu doesn't go after them often, due to him not wanting to activate Sully. Liu is a tits and thigh guy, but he doesn't see it in a sexual way. He loves resting his head on your thighs, or just hiding in your tits. There's no underlying perversion, Liu's sex drive is pretty much nonexistent.

#.high school au

[tohokuu]

wicked games - park seonghwa

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warnings : smut, short mlm (seongjoong), mentions of homophobia, horror, fantasy, gore, angst, violence, suicidal behaviors, character death, mentions of eating/cooking, mentions of religious figures, angel/demon au, mentions of blood. takes place in various time periods. y/n exists after 2022. futuristic au.

a/n : i spent endless hours sitting in odd positions everywhere in my house for 2 months to write this. moodboard credit to @/baekhvuns

words : 35k

fic playlist : here !

angel/demon guide

seonghwa as samael

yeosang as michael

san as alastair

yunho as uriel

jongho as ezekiel

seonghwa grumbled in irritation as he stared off into the chipping white wall of his office canteen. the chipping paint reminded him of his chipping life. it was basically inevitable concurring how he had consistently challenged his father for years on end. seems like family matters between celestials and humans weren’t much different; at the end of the day, they were still relationships. 

the angel, or rather former angel, was in a daze. it wasn’t until his coworker, hongjoong, turned the machine off and grabbed the overfilled cup of boiling coffee from his hands. 

“seonghwa ! what the hell ?” he yelled. rushing to grab ice and napkins to clean the mess lethargic celestial had made. as the human made quick work of cleaning the coffee, seonghwa took the ice pack and placed it over his hand. 

it didn’t hurt. this was nothing, but he knew that his short and overcaring coworker would not let him rest if he didn’t take care of the “wound”. he looked down lazily at the man who was now wiping down the cabinets with lysol wipes. 

“why are you always so worried about me?” seonghwa asked. hongjoong looked up at him, slowly standing up. “why not ? you’re a complete idiot. all you do is work all day and you don’t even eat.” seonghwa cringed. hongjoong was painfully correct. 

when he was first cast down from heaven, he had no issues staying on earth; he was ecstatic even. the newly clipped wings were a reminder of his father's hatred and he was more than overjoyed to be rid of the stupid body structures that his father had provided him with. the former celestial was going to prove to his father that he did not need him; that worked for a couple thousand years, it really did. 

seonghwa could recall when he was sitting on the throne and taking on the name of the newest emperor. maybe he’d entice a new individual, man or woman, and spread his dna halfway across the world. at this point, he was probably the father of over a couple hundred offspring, and even now, he was not going to take responsibility for a single one.  the thrill of being free, being immortal, was something he had always desired and when he finally had it in the palm of his hands, he took full advantage. 

but as everything meets its end, so did seonghwa’s happiness of being away from the silver city. he assumed it was his father placing these emotions into him; there was no way god himself would let the celestial be happy. but the thoughts of his despair went away when a specific short man shook his shoulders. 

“seonghwaaa ! seonghwaaaaa !” hongjoong yelled as he grabbed the taller male's shoulders. the latter looked down at hongjoong, “what is it, hongjoong ?” that was something beautiful about the humans: their names. each of them had a name assigned to them, but in a way, so did he. 

the fallen one. 

“do you wanna grab a drink tonight ?” the human asked. seonghwa rolled his eyes. “we literally went out last night.” that didn’t seem like the answer hongjoong was looking for because annoyance crossed his eyebrows quick. “so ? i wanna drink and you’re coming with me.” 

there was no point in fighting his friend of the last 7 years. he was a short, angry little man with a rather nice ass and lots of attitude: perfectly endearing. seonghwa was not exempt from the man's charms. if there was one thing that lit up seonghwa’s day every now and then, it was hongjoong. 

seonghwa would never tell anyone this, but he was madly in love with hongjoong, but he was too terrified of his feelings despite already having a relationship with the man. 

death did not take bribes. 

-

the drinks seonghwa was grabbing with his friend went great. hongjoong was tipsy, barely drunk yet. seonghwa always wondered if hongjoong was a celestial in disguise, the man never got drunk no matter how much he drank. however, the celestial was certain that if his boyfriend drank another bottle of soju, he’d not make it home without vomiting all over the grey checkered vetement suit he was wearing. 

just as seonghwa predicted, hongjoong reached for another bottle. the taller male grabbed it from his hands. “i think that’s enough for tonight, buddy.” he told him calmly. hongjoong turned around in annoyance. “excuse me ?! who are you to decide that ?” he yelled, turning a few heads in the crowded bar. 

“your very boyfriend. now, lets go.” seonghwa said calmly. hongjoongs eyes widened. ‘this is the first time you’ve called me your boyfriend in public, oh my god !” seonghwa cringed, the crease between his brow intensifying. 

he grabbed the shorter male's arm and put it around his neck, although he didn’t really need it. 

“let’s get out of here.” 

the walk out of the bar was quiet, filled with hongjoong’s adorable giggles and seonghwa’s attempt at hiding his smile. the night was peaceful and he couldn’t wait to take his boyfriend home, but it all shattered within the span of four minutes. 

these were the moments that seonghwa wished he still had his wings, moments he wished his father still loved him enough to not cause him so much pain. he did his best to protect his lover that night, shielding hongjoongs body with his own. but the debris continued to fly around them and he did not have the ability to protect them from it. 

the heat from the nearby explosion slowly affected hongjoong, charring his once milky skin. the man looked at seonghwa with adoration and fear all at once. the tears on his cheeks froze in time and seonghwa cried as his love was being ripped from him; he couldn’t do anything to stop it. 

the last straw was when the end of a street sign pierced both their bodies, the burning metal discerning the celestial and the human. seonghwa’s eyes rolled back as he felt the impact, crying out as it went through and stabbed hongjoong as well. 

the charring pain from the hot metal seared their insides, connecting and dividing all at once. seonghwa wished he could take hongjoong away from all this, but no. it would not work even if he tried. in an explosion this bad, it would never work. 

hongjoong died that night. he was pried from seonghwa’s grasp and hung on a display as a reminder that his father hated him and would not let anything past seonghwa. there would never be a moment that wouldn’t remind him of hongjoong for the remainder of his days, and he was forced to live through this for a singular mistake he made years ago. 

-

“father ! father, they’re an abomination ! all they do is take advantage of each other and wage war on innocents.” seonghwa pleaded, but the entity sitting above didn’t seem to care, as if god himself had lost all morality. his back bled, and feathers lay everywhere; it was the most excruciating pain seonghwa had ever felt in his years as an archangel. 

“take him away,” he said. 

and that’s exactly what ruined the perfect balance that upheld heaven. his own brothers wrapped their arms around seonghwa’s shoulders, dragging him out of the silver city. his back dragged across the floor, painting the marble crimson. seonghwa slowly felt the moon-like essence leave him, his body was soon going to be nothing but fire.

seonghwa was in anger. tears spilled from his eyes at how he lost his father so easily. ezekiel and michael ripped any remaining pieces of the wings off, causing seonghwa to yelp in agony. his eyes glowed white as his brothers cried tears at his torment. 

“brother, why would you go against him ?” they yelled. their white eyes blazed as they tore through seonghwa’s spine, dissecting the very fabric of the angel wings out of his back. he had lost the title of a celestial being. no longer was he god's favorite son: his right hand. 

“you don’t have to listen to him..” he said to his brothers, voice weaker than a duckling. “you don’t have to lose your brother.” blood fell past his lips, dripping down his chin. michael and ezekiel held him closer, “we don’t want to let go, brother.” but they had to. none of them would ever dare to go against their father; they were far too scared of the outcomes. 

“i’m sorry...” michael whispered to him, before pushing him off the edge of the silver city. 

he fell limp, unable to fight the pain his brothers and father had caused. his eyes were hooded as he stared at the surrounding stars. seonghwa no longer had the energy to fight his father. he figured he’d do it later when he wasn’t bleeding into the universe. 

his form shrunk to the size of a human, and the second pair of eyes under his regular ones disappeared. he lost the milky color of his iris’, now replaced with a pitch black. he was beginning to lose his essence of an angel and all that would remain was the immortality and raw strength he had been granted eons ago. 

heaven was now nothing but a fading star as his body heated up, fire beginning to encase him. the silver city grew smaller and smaller and before he knew it, he was passing the atmosphere of the earth. he screamed in pain as the fire cut through his wounds; there was no rest for someone like him. 

he swore he’d corrupt every single soul that his father held so dear. he’d bring hell to earth if he was to be banished like this. 

-

and that’s exactly what he did. spending eras and eras corrupting every human he came across, tricking them with his appearance and getting what he wanted. he enjoyed toying with the foolish meat bags that had so happened to separate him and his father. 

it was all their fault anyway. 

but every once in a while came a human that he took a particular liking to. someone that was a little too vibrant, a little too beautiful, and stood out to him more than he liked. 

seonghwa was well aware of his immortality, knowing that they’d never last as long as him, so he kept matters up till the bedroom and nowhere else. he figured ruining human lives and not taking responsibility for his actions was a good enough move to show his rebellion, including being a heartbreaker. 

hongjoong was the first human he had finally given a chance to. he figured that god was no longer angry enough with him anymore and maybe living this mundane life was his punishment. hongjoong was a soul that held care for the broken angel more than anyone else he had known in his life. seonghwa and hongjoong had finally forged their love into the clouds, establishing their rebellion against god's wishes together. 

“homophobia is a bitch, ya know !?” hongjoong would yell at random extremists that would stand at pride parades each june. seonghwa laughed, eyes tearing up at the reminder of his dead lover. god took away hongjoong from him too. 

the tears and charred skin of his lover marred his sight. it wasn’t anything he’d forget and if he had to curse out his father halfway across the universe, he would. for hongjoong, he’d wage a war but what could he do without his wings ? he couldn’t fly to hell or heaven; he had no army and it seemed like corrupting humans was not doing the job anymore. 

so seonghwa gave up, choosing to visit hongjoong’s grave daily instead. it was a grave atop a hill that they had once had a picnic on before they became a couple. it was the first time seonghwa had ever confessed his feelings to someone. it was a chance he had taken when he figured that his father was done ruining his life. 

“i’d like to see the moon with you.” he told hongjoong.

“is this your way of confessing your love to me?” the shorter male laughed. 

seonghwa stupidly smiled, looking down at his feet, unable to offer an answer to the very cute young man in front of him. 

“oh my god !” hongjoongs eyes widened in surprise, “it is !” 

seonghwa didn’t realize the tear that had fallen down his cheek, wetting a speck of dirt that was on the grave. why was he being forced to suffer like this ? 

“i miss you.” he whispered. “i miss you so much.” 

there wasn’t much for him in this city anymore. it had become a place that consistently reminded seonghwa of hongjoong. the bar that they had always gone to when hongjoong was in the mood for drinking. the workplace where hongjoong held photos of them both on his monitor. it was better to just leave the city. so that’s exactly what seonghwa did. besides, time was beginning to pass and he wasn’t looking any older since the day he was created. 

there wasn’t a single place in the world that he hadn’t been to. he liked some more than others. madrid was magical to him that one last time he visited. getting lost in the music festivals, la tomatina, and taking part in the infamous pamplona bull race. the thrill was better than burning villages and starting wars. that’s when he had decided that being lowkey was much more enjoyable. 

sort of.. 

regardless, seonghwa picked the one place that hongjoong wanted to go to. it was initially a stupid idea considering seonghwa was trying to get away from his dead ex-boyfriend. the shorter male had always told him that he dreamt of visiting new york city to live out his fantasies of making out with some babe in an empty tram. if anything, seonghwa was going to honour this memory for him; no strings attached this time because to be quite honest, he’d rather fall through heaven again than face the heartbreak he went through when hongjoong pulled an armin arlert right in front of him. 

so he set sail for manhattan, booking the closest flight and grabbing nothing but hongjoong’s favourite watch and a pack of strawberry soju. he’d rather leave the kiss-stained collared shirts back at home. 

-

the first day in manhattan was like a splash of water in the face because what the absolute fuck was the hotel manager so fucking rude for ? if seonghwa hadn’t built up a tolerance against murdering humans, he’d gouge the manager's eyes out. his eyes blazed red before he grabbed his key card and left to go find a job, which wasn’t exactly the most difficult of tasks. 

over the years, seonghwa decided to put himself through university, again and again, each time taking a different course. why ? because he wanted to do so and it was a tiny bit rewarding seeing his various degrees and awards hung up in his library. but just because he chose to go to university, doesn’t mean he attended his classes diligently. he had an eternity to spend on this planet and his father wasn’t going to eradicate it until a million more years so he’d enjoy whatever the humans had come up with as a source of entertainment. 

women were the first ones and that was something he’d never get tired of. tits were too cute to pass up. men were next, but in his first couple of years on earth, men weren’t exactly interested. 

the next was war, funding criminal organizations, and probably arson. 

the burj khalifa was prettiest when on fire. 

seonghwa had finally decided to enroll himself into an academic institute when aristotle was rambling about the earth being in the centre of the solar system. as someone who fell into the milky way during his fall to earth, he was more than aware that the earth was certainly not in the centre of the universe. so since aristotle was spewing such bullshit, everyone found him hanging by his ankle naked the next day drenched in the scent of mead and ale.

no one would believe a drunkard, right ? 

there was pure enjoyment and mischief in making the lives of humans so much harder than they needed to be. 

but now that his life was hard, he didn’t see much point in meddling with other people's lives. he was more concerned with reminding himself that all the people around him die and maybe his punishment was losing all the genuine happiness he had ever found in this dumbass world that his father created. the small amount of powers that he did have left was used to convenience himself in times of trouble. 

through the power of trickery and absolute mischief, he landed himself a job through a simple phone call on a saturday morning while leaning shirtless against his balcony. it was effortless for him. he leaned over to wave to a couple of girls who gawked up at him. 

“good morning.” he mouthed to them with a cheeky wink. they giggled at each other before waving back at him. seonghwa turned his attention back to the person on the phone, making sure to use his powers. 

“aw, i’d love to come in tomorrow.” he cooed to the giddy company owner. “yeah yeah, 10 am is more than perfect.” he chuckled into the phone, not giving a fuck about actually wanting to show up tomorrow. 

“i won’t be late. you can count on me, ma’am.” 

with that, he set the phone down, “dumb slut,”  he cursed to himself. seonghwa was untrue, dishonest, and most importantly, immensely fake. there’s no way he’d have given a flying fuck about anyone other than hongjoong in the last couple thousand years and now that he’d buried hongjoong, literally and emotionally, it was time to return to his old self. 

maybe there wouldn’t be any true happiness in what he’d find, but mass murdering innocents would be a surefire way to send his father a celestial middle finger. 

-

seonghwa didn’t sleep that night. it wasn’t because of new job anxiety or anything, it was because he spent his entire night picking up random people and tossing them into ravines like some kind of daredevil. 

funny, innit ? ‘cause he’s actually the devil. 

when he thought he had a large enough pile of bodies, he dusted his hands off, wiping the sweat off his eyebrow and holding the middle finger up to the sky. “fuck you, asshole.” he cursed before walking away from the ravine. maybe he’d have fun causing a little traffic in hell, especially when he’s not even on the throne to fix the issue. 

perhaps, dear old michael will take care of it for him. 

the walk home was quiet and restless all at once. seonghwa was content with what he had just done but he felt like it wasn’t enough. it was like a part of him was still missing and him being unable to find it felt like an itch that he was unable to scratch. he ignored it. 

and continued to ignore it for the next 32 years as he reigned a wave of terror and a string of infamous murders across the world. he had gotten more than enough visits from his brothers to stop doing what he was doing, but god himself never called out to seonghwa. 

as someone who had such a soft spot for blood, he was more than okay with spilling that of his brothers. he longed to see the essence that looked silver in the glow of the sun. seonghwa would make them remember the way they painted heaven with his blood. 

but one tiny sliver of seonghwa, that was perhaps dead, longed to see his brothers once more. he longed to run his gentler fingers through their hair and tell them he was proud of all they must’ve have achieved while he was gone. he wished to care for them like he had always done as an older brother. 

but until god came to seek out his son, seonghwa was not going to stop what he was doing. he felt drunk on the power he’d acquired. the news headlines and the newspaper columns all about the gruesome murders and the cities set on fire made his cold heart mellow with happiness. the safety band that was hongjoong was long gone; it was lost in the wind of the last 32 years and nothing remained but the rich, leather-clad devil who secretly reigned terror from wherever he wanted. 

-

seonghwa tipped her chin up with the edge of his gun, staring at the girl with distaste. 

“let me go !” she screamed, tears and blood running down her face. seonghwa chuckled at her. there was so much blood on her, that she’d die by the lack of it. how ironic. 

“why should i let you go ?” he questioned. “i-i’ve got a family. a l-little brother. he’s 10. i’ve got a mom and dad who need me. i’m the only one in my family with a paycheck. they need me.” 

seonghwa pulled the gun away from her, nodding. “good reason, to be honest. how do i know you’re saying this for your family and not so i could just let you go ?” he asked. 

she stared at him, shunned. her eyes went wide before bursting into a fit of tears all over again. “please, please just let me go. what did i even do ?” she begged. 

seonghwa chuckled, “nothing in particular. you’re just a scapegoat. a detail to a bigger story.” he leaned forward, grabbing her chin and pulling her forward. “don’t worry. your death won’t be meaningless, my dove.” he wrapped a hand around her throat, squeezing the life out of her. 

“thank you for your sacrifice,” he told her as her body fell limp against the chair. a small smile made its way onto his face, happy that this was a step closer to pissing off his father. he knew he had triggered a reaction now since his brothers seemed to visit almost daily. 

seongjwa walked out of the warehouse where he took most of his victims, leaving it open. he didn’t bother to lock the door, not like they’d be able to do anything even if they ever caught a scent of him. it’s not like anyone had gotten a whiff of seonghwa in the last thousand years. 

seonghwa walked up to a small dock, taking a seat in the water taxi waiting for it to reach wallstreet. he looked at the stars, pursing his lips in annoyance. everything his father made was just so fucking pretty, it made him angry. the humans around him seemed to agree. residents and tourists of new york city looked up at the glowing buildings accompanied by the starry night sky. he scowled in disgust. 

the boat ride came to an end after a few minutes when he made his way to his own home. an apartment at the end of the river. he stepped off the boat, climbing onto the sidewalk and heading towards the large apartment building. the building glowed in the dark, lights reflecting off the glass structure. 

he didn’t bother using the elevator, instead using the fire exit on the other side of the building and climbing through the window like he was some sort of thief. which he is, he stole this apartment from his last employer 7 years ago after hanging the man on a pole. 

upon entering the house, seonghwa slipped off his jacket, leaving it on the coat rack. next, the black button up. his lithe fingers gently unbuttoned the soft cotton shirt as he stared at his own figure in the mirror. seonghwa’s tan skin glistened with sweat from the heat. he figured a shower was necessary, blood was staining his skin anyway. 

he undressed the rest of him and stepped into the steaming shower, grabbing a bar of soap and his favourite red loofah, soaping it up before scrubbing his skin of dirt and grime. although, he adored the act of murder and enjoyed himself a lot while committing it, he hated getting blood on himself. he rolled his eyes as he stared at the diluted blood falling down the drain. wet hair framed his face and if seonghwa was narcissus, he would’ve fallen in love with himself. 

he massaged shampoo into his hair, rubbing his scalp until it felt fresh and clean. he couldn’t stand the heat, truly. he wish he had the power to keep the heat away, but unfortunately he’s not a full celestial. he looked at himself in the mirror that was placed inside the bathroom, a light smile finding itself onto his face as he thought of hongjoong. 

someone he hadn’t thought of in a while. 

seonghwa stared at the white soap encasing his hair, remembering the way his old lover would make random hairstyles with the power of shea moisture shampoo. it was the same one hongjoong had used, and it was the only one seonghwa had used since hongjoongs passing. 

seonghwa used his own hands to push his hair up into a mohawk, embarrassment falling on him when he couldn’t get it as perfect as hongjoong could have. he probably looked so stupid right now, and if hongjoong was here, he’d probably snap a selfie, even if his phone fell into the water and clogged his speakers. 

he sighed. hongjoong wasn’t someone that anyone could forget and seonghwa wasn’t an exception. he missed the sleepless nights they spent tangled up in each others arms, sweet kisses and marks tainting each others skin. he missed it all. 

but this wasn’t a time to dwell on the past.

he turned the water off, rinsing the rest of the shampoo out of his hair and walking out of his bathroom. seonghwa dried his hair off with a towel, looking out the window and the peaking sun. it was beautiful every time but he would never admit it. nothing had been beautiful since hongjoong passed. 

he got ready for work, needing to manipulate his secretary into believing he’s been showing up to work. he put on a dark blue button up, pairing it with khaki pants and a khaki coat. seonghwa slipped on his diamond cufflinks and hongjoongs expensive watch, getting ready to head to work. 

he didn’t have to show up everyday since it was a long commute, but he had a company to manage now since he killed the last owner and stole his spot. 

seonghwa figured if he left early enough, he could stop by his favourite coffee shop and see his favourite barista, an old woman named, marcela. he smiled as he thought of the woman. he’d seen her 32 years ago when she was young and vibrant and he had watched her open her coffee shop, get married and have children and spend the rest of her remaining life in the sweet coffee shop with beige walls and dark brown borders. it was a shop seonghwa had helped her put together. 

she was the only woman that knew of seonghwa’s reality. after serving him coffee for 3 years, she had seen him fall from the top of a building during a brawl with azrael. azrael’s wings were spread open shamelessly and seonghwa’s eyes glowed white and his shirt was torn enough for the woman to see the scars of old angel wings on his back. 

there was no point in killing a woman who had no one to tell so he spared her. choosing to trust her with his secret, a secret only hongjoong had been trusted with years ago. he pressed the gas pedal harder, speeding his rs7 along the road to his favourite coffee spot. he raced along the road, smoothing his hand over the leather steering wheel.

he pulled into the small parking lot after taking the last right. he parked into his usual parking spot and headed out to grab his coffee. it was an order that would surely cause a regular human a heart attack but he drank it whenever he got the chance. an americano with 10 shots of espresso. he needed the energy for all the terror he was going to spread, after all. 

but the second he stepped into the coffee shop, he wished he had never stepped in at all. when he pushed open the door to the coffee shop, he got splashed in the face with someone’s large iced coffee. the cold sensation woke him up for the next 30 days. who needs 10 espresso shots when you can get splashed in the face by an overly iced and overly sweet coffee at 7 am in the morning ? seonghwa’s eyes went wide. not once in his life had this happened to him and so- he didn’t know how to deal with it 

was he supposed to feel embarrassed ? 

“oh my fucking god- i’m so fucking sorry.” someone cried. she stood in front of him in a pair of cream colored pumps and light beige dress pants. he looked at her from the toes all the way up to her face. he was taken aback. 

for a second, seonghwa felt like he knew her, like he’d seen her before. he felt a wave of emotions when he met her eyes. they were something that brought him immediate comfort, like it was hongjoong all over again. but just as fast as those thoughts had come, he pushed them away immediately. 

“oh-oh you’re fine. you’re okay. it’s not a problem.” he stuttered over his words. he didn’t know why he was being so awkward, if it was his usual self, he would’ve cussed her out and killed her the same night. but seonghwa didn’t seem to want to kill her. 

meeting her eyes was like scratching an itch that he’d had forever. 

seonghwa’s eyes widened at his own thoughts. he must be so stupid. 

she pulled out a handkerchief and dabbed at his shirt, trying to clean off the coffee. he barely noticed her hand on his shoulder and her downturned eyebrows, like she was worried the coffee would hurt him or something. he just stared at her, letting her clean his shirt off with her pink handkerchief. he found it… cute. 

it was disgusting. he scowled at his own thoughts, looking visibly disgusted, which caused her to step back. she crumpled the handkerchief in her hand, stumbling back while nervously tugging her lip between her teeth. 

it was endearin- no. 

“oh- uhm, was that too much ? i’ll pay for your dry cleaning. the suit looks really expensive and i’d hate to-” 

“its fine.” he said. he pushed away the thoughts of familiarity from before, returning to his usual cold demeanor. he cleared his throat. “it’s not an issue. i’ll pay you for another coffee since you spilled yours.” he said politely. 

she pushed her hands forward, shaking them. “aw, no no. it’s fine. i should really be on my way, really.” she told him. 

“i insist.” he said. “what’s your order?” he asked. it was like she got visibly smaller, shoulders pushed together while she looked down. “uhm, one medium iced matcha latte is fine.” seonghwa nodded his head, turning to face the register. “and whip cream.” she squeaked out behind him. he chuckled internally. 

he faced the register, this time he was faced with marcela’s beautiful smile. “il mio !” she greeted him. he smiled in return, flashing his perfect teeth.

“hello, my lovely marcela. my usual and an extra cold matcha latte with whipped cream for the lady, please,” he told her. 

she smiled in response. “un momento, hwa.” 

“i apologize for wasting your time.” the girl next to him spoke. he waved her off. “it’s not an issue.” he told her. seonghwa had the urge to ask her another question but he didn’t, leaving it for never. they awkwardly waited a few more minutes while marcela prepared the two drinks. seonghwa pulled out a 20 and left it on the counter, going to the end to pick up his and the woman’s drink. 

“you can bill me for the shirt. it’s really not a problem,” she said. she followed behind him like a dumb puppy trailing after it’s owner. “if you keep insisting i might actually bill you.” he said, jokingly. “that would mean we’d have to meet again, yes ?” she asked. 

seonghwa thought about it for a moment. would it be so bad to see her again ? you know, without the interference of his murderous tendencies ? 

seonghwa nodded. “i suppose it does. i’m seonghwa. park seonghwa. you?” he asked. she smiled shyly before pushing her hand out. “i’m y/n. y/n l/n.” 

your name was pretty to him. “y/n.” he said it out loud, like he was tasting it on his tongue, and to his heart, it tasted like the sweetest wine he’d ever had. “i guess this means we have to exchange contact information now, do we not?”  

you nodded, pulling out your phone to hand it to seonghwa. he punched his digits in, sending himself a text so he’d save your contact information later. “i guess i’ll see you another time.” he smiled at you. you nodded, trying to stop yourself from a smile too. 

“later, then.” 

-

the drive to the office was filled with conflicted thoughts in seonghwa’s head. was he supposed to kill her for spilling her coffee on him, or was he supposed to take up that dry cleaning date- wait, when was it a date? 

he rubbed his eyes, sick of his own head. for the time being, he decided that shutting his heart off would be a good solution to his problems. his eyes rolled back into his head for a few seconds while he put his heart to sleep. they rolled back to their normal place moments later, eyes blue instead of brown. icy and cold just like how he was supposed to be. the warm, comforting brown was no longer there. 

he stepped out of his car, going back to his trunk to pull out a spare shirt, but all he really had was his outfit for when he worked out. a pair of sweatpants and muscle tee. he sighed, suddenly gaining the urge to gouge out your eyes.

he grabbed the clothes and the newest nike air max that he’d bought just the other day. he walked in the office building, the one he had done absolutely nothing to earn other than manipulate, cheat, murder and assult to acquire. 

beating the fuck out of your boss with a brick at 4 pm in the evening was a surefire way to land his spot after you slowly kill everyone that stands in your way. now at a ceo position with employees that feared him and worshipped him at the same time, he felt accomplished. 

“good morning, mr. park.” his secretary, wooyoung, greeted him, standing up to acknowledge his presence. “it’s good to see you, sir.” he said. seonghwa smiled at wooyoung, bending down lazily to meet the younger males height. 

“it’s nice to see you too, woo.” wooyoung gulped. “sir, you’ve missed a lot of meetings. why haven’t you been at the office?” he asked but then quickly corrected his question. “if you don’t mind my asking, sir.” 

seonghwa chuckled, “i’ve been here every day. have you finally lost it ?” seonghwa told him. wooyoung scrunched his eyebrows, trying to remember if he had actually lost it or not. 

seonghwa patted wooyoungs shoulder. “get some sleep and get off the percs, kid.” he told him before walking into his office. he breathed a breath of fresh air before unbuttoning his sticky shirt. he threw it on the sofa and headed into the bathroom in the office. it wasn’t like he could shower, so he just wet a paper towel and patted down his body, trying to get rid of the stickiness. 

after doing that, he changed into the gym clothes from earlier. seonghwa splashed his face with water, looking run down and tired after barely getting any sleep last night. he thought about who he should murder next, maybe you if you caused him some sort of inconvenience again at the laundromat. but then he thought no, you were too pretty to kill off so soon. he looked at himself in the mirror, hair beginning to curl up from the air dry. seonghwa inspected his eyebrows, figuring he should visit his eyebrow lady again. 

he pulled away from himself at the sound of a knock at his door. he quickly left to go see who it was and the last person he expected to see popped their head into the doorway. he felt his heart drop out of his ass when he saw none other than you. 

upon noticing who opened the door your eyes went wide and you almost dropped your matcha. was this the same man who paid for your drink this morning ? the same drink you held in your hand right now ? the same man you inconvenienced so badly at 7 AM in the morning ? 

you gulped. you were so gonna get fired on your first day. 

seonghwa’s jaw dropped in slight disdain and slight comfort all at once. he blinked at you, not knowing what to do. he wasn’t even dressed appropriately. 

“miss y/n.” he started, “what are you doing here?” he asked. 

your heart froze and beat in your chest at the same time. you felt sick to your stomach. how were you supposed to even respond? you tried your best to cool down. 

“mr. park,” you started, opening your mouth again but nothing came out. the silence bit at your skin so he soothed it.

“i apologize for not being appropriately dressed. you spilled your coffee on me this morning, remember ?” he spoke. you were still in a daze. you blinked repeatedly, trying to see if this was a dream or not, but nothing changed so you assumed it was real. 

“oh- yes. i understand. it’s really not a problem. it’s nice to see you again, mr. park.” you told him, unsure of what else to really say. 

you took notice of his eyes. weren’t they brown this morning ? 

contacts, you suppose. 

he nodded, inviting you inside to take a seat. you did as he instructed, sitting down in one of the black chairs in front of his desk. you looked around the office curiously, finding nothing but the cross of saint peter hanging next to the window and a keyholder that held a remote for an audi. you swallowed. he was intimidating and rich.

after you spilled your disgustingly sweet coffee on him this morning, you did your best to keep yourself together. if anything, you didn’t know he was your boss. a man named mark lee hired you from the finance division and you were just supposed to complete your orientation by meeting up with the ceo. 

had seonghwa’s secretary not told him of your appointment ? 

“so, are you working here now?” he asked you. you nodded. “i had an interview with mr. lee a few days ago and he said i’d be starting today.” you responded. 

he tapped his fingers across the table, nails trimmed to perfection and buffed to a perfect shine. you were jealous. your own nails were 3-week old acrylics that you should probably get rid of now. 

“hm, so the finance department ?” he asked. you nodded, “yes, sir.” your voice was quiet and you sat with your legs crossed, unable to ignore the unmistakable need you felt for him. it was odd. the air was full of something like a thick jell-o. your vision felt blurred and the air felt hot. 

did he feel it too ? 

seonghwa stared you down, leaning in to inspect your soul. it was a bit difficult without his horns but he did what he could do for now. 

his eyes widened when he looked at the fabric of it. it was similar to something he had seen years ago. a pattern that he’d noticed in most of the humans he’d had taken a special kind of liking towards. 

your soul was awfully similar to hongjoong’s.

it made him scowl. he felt like someone was trying to replace hongjoong.

this caused you to think he was displeased with you but he pushed the scowl away in a second. “there’s not many people working in finance at this moment, so i appreciate you joining our company. please feel free to let mr. jung outside know if you need anything.” 

you smiled in return, “thank you, sir. i’ll be on my way now.” he nodded, standing up to lead you outside but just before you passed the threshold, he grabbed your wrist. 

“so which dry cleaners?”

- 

he returned to his work after getting the details for your local dry cleaner. it wasn’t too far from his place and he figured he’d give you the dirty shirt after work. he opened up a new file to inspect but nothing plagued his mind more than you. 

you smelled just like him, you even dressed similar to him. seonghwa shut his drawer in annoyance. 

seonghwa decided that he should probably look through your file to see who you are. he turned his monitor back on, typing in his password before going into the “staffs” section of his laptop. sure enough, there was a new file on there with your name on it. curiously, he dragged his arrow over your name and double-clicked. 

a new file opened up and at the surface, there wasn’t much out of the ordinary. born in seoul, and moved to new york 4 years ago. he scanned your details a bit longer; your birthdate was 02/22/22. 

that was what caught his eye the most. 

that’s the day of the explosion when hongjoong died. he squinted as he scrolled down further, reading more about your background. you went to the university of seoul, and worked at a pottery barn before moving to new york. he scrolled back up to your parents' names. he clicked on both of them but the office server had nothing but their birthdate and death date. the death date was the same as your birthdate. 

nothing made sense to him right now. 

seonghwa opened up google, typing in your parents' names. various articles came up listed, “tragedy occurs during 2022 seoul explosion.” he scrolled through the article, and well enough, a picture of your parents was presented in the article. your mother sat on a chair. her belly was round and she had two hands placed on her stomach as your father stood behind the chair, a grin on his face as he looked into the camera. 

as he scrolled through the article, he learned that your parents were shareholders in the nuclear plant that was responsible for the seoul explosion. a flash of anger passed through him.

turning back to the article, he read more reports of your mother having her delivery at a hospital far from the city. your father was too busy at the nuclear plant and died on impact while your mother was affected slowly in her bed. she died from the delivery, not the explosion. 

seonghwa swallowed, taking in the information. it all sounded like a rough start but he just found it crazy that you were born the same day hongjoong died. the emotions he felt when staring at you were the same emotions he felt when he used to look at hongjoong. 

for now, he shut off his laptop, closing the lid. he grabbed his jacket and slung it over his shoulders. he didn’t bother picking your physical file up, instead he left it in his office, figuring you were tomorrow's problem. 

he took one last look at the blue folder before closing the door, humming the daunting tune of mozart’s lacrimosa as he walked out of the building. everyone had already gone home and it seemed like even that bottom-feeding slut, wooyoung, had gone back home. 

seonghwa had missed his chance to give you his dirty shirt and slacks. it was alright, though. you worked here now. 

the former angel swung his umbrella around, dragging it behind him as he walked through the cold rain. he ignored the water, not caring if it ruined the seats of his car. 

he sat in and started the engine. the hum of it ignited life into the night, and it would only get livelier as he’d descend to pick his victim for the night. 

maybe he should set the chrysler building on fire ? 

-

the next morning was relaxing as it usually is for seonghwa. he went to the office yesterday, so he didn’t have to show up today. but then he remembered the pretty girl he had to meet with today and groaned, setting down his cup of coffee before changing into a pair of slacks and a button-up. he made the same trip as he had made the day before, descending down the bridge and this time, he couldn’t stop for coffee. 

walking back into his office building, his employees stared at him in shock. he wasn’t supposed to be at the office and he rarely showed up anyway so what brought him here today ? 

no one questioned him, not even wooyoung. the former angel walked straight into his office, shutting the door behind him. seonghwa dialed the number of the secretary in the finance department, mr. jeon

mr. jeon picked up the phone two seconds later, “soul enterprises finance department, how may i help you ?” he said in his deep voice. 

seonghwa spoke into the phone a little too fast, like he was impatient. “hey, this is seonghwa. can you send miss y/n l/n upstairs to my office ?” jungkook’s eyes grew wide. the boss had never called before. 

“uh-uh sure, yes. i’ll send her up right now.” 

the call for you was similar to being called to the principal's office when you were in school. everyone stared at you and you could feel their eyes on your figure as you quickly made your way up the escalator. 

upon your arrival, you greeted mr. jung and headed right to the door next to his office. you poked your head in and greeted seonghwa with wide eyes and a lip tucked between your teeth. he looked dashing as ever. his body proportions were so perfect that you wanted to take him between your teeth, but you put those thoughts away for the moment. 

“good morning, miss y/n.” he told you, a smile on his face. you bowed your head a bit. “good morning, mr. park.” you said back. you were unsure why he seemed to be in such a good mood today. yesterday, he seemed a little uncomfortable with your presence. 

“i hope you’re doing alright this morning.” he took a pause to shove both his hands in his pockets. “i didn’t have a chance to give you my dirty laundry last night.” you nodded. “i’ll take it now if that’s what you’d like.” 

he shook his head. “i’d tell mr. jung if i wanted to do it right now. i’m just here to give it to you.” you nodded. “i understand, sir.” he took his lip between his teeth while your line of sight immediately fell on the dark wood floor beneath you. 

his expensive leather shoes came into vision and suddenly a fingertip beneath your chin lifted your face up. you swallowed. he was so much more breathtaking this close and if you stared any longer, you swear you’d pass out. 

“why do you seem so nervous?” he asked. you shook your head, “ ‘m not, sir. it’s just a little hot in here.” you slapped yourself internally realizing how that sounded once you said it out loud. 

his eyebrow rose. “really ? it’s like 67 degrees here. i didn’t think that was considered to be hot.” now that he said it, you realized that it was chilly in here and that his hand under your chin was so so fucking hot like he was running a fever of some sort. 

“really ? i keep my apartment at like 65.” you laughed nervously. you were beating yourself with a bat on the inside. genuinely, how did you fuck up a conversation this bad ? he paused, nodding awkwardly before turning behind you to grab a dark blue shirt and khaki slacks. you cringed at the dark brown stain on the front of his slacks and the sickingly sweet smell that came from the clothes. 

“i’ll bill you via the company card. is that alright ?” he asked. you nodded your head. “that’s fine. also, when do you need them back? because my dry cleaner works great but she takes awfully lon-” you rambled but he cut you off. “whenever you can get them back to me. be careful, though. it’s my favourite shirt.” 

and that wasn’t totally a lie. marcela bought that shirt for him and he’d be rather upset if it didn’t make it back safely to him. 

“i think that would be all, miss y/n.” you nodded for the millionth time since you’d been here. if he stared at you any longer, you swear you’d combust. how was he this intimidating ? 

 “i suppose we are done, indeed,” you responded. you felt stupid the second it came out of your mouth. before letting him say anything after, you bowed quickly and walked out as soon as you could. 

you let out a breath that you never realized you were holding. bunching your blouse in your hands, you walked out of the corridor, waving at wooyoung before making your way down the escalator with his clothes in a small paper tote. it smelled like burberry, sugar, and coffee. it was an odd mix and made you scrunch your nose but you’d make candles out of this scent if you could. 

the perfume was a reminder of him with you and the coffee was a reminder of yourself on him. you smiled at that thought and then quickly scolded yourself.

“there’s no way i’m crushing on my boss.” you said to yourself. 

-

seonghwa drove to the dry cleaners rather quickly. it was a small shop run by someone’s nan on staten island, where you lived. it was in a corner plaza and initially, seonghwa expected to see his shirt hung up on the rack with a hole the size of a press iron in it, but instead he was met with you behind the counter, talking and ranting to the woman who was seemingly ironing his slacks. 

the crease was perfect and seonghwa smiled in delight; he loved a good crease. he stared at you through the glass walls of the shop. you wore a headband on your head, a pink face mask, pink shorts, and a white crew neck.

cute, he thought. 

he swung the door open and tipped his head a bit when he walked in. the door was small. you almost fell off the stool you were sitting on when you saw him walk in, clad in a white shirt and leather jacket. 

“hi, miss y/n.” he addressed you, your cheeks heated up in embarrassment at your clothing and you thanked the face mask for hiding it but at the same time, you looked so fucking stupid. 

“h-hi mr. park. you’re here early..” you squeaked out. he nodded, “i apologize. i should’ve informed you before i arrived.” he said. except he wasn’t sorry at all. he had to stop himself from trailing his eyes down your legs, staring at your hips and thighs as you sat on the stool. your thighs pudged together and looked so thick as you rested them on the stool. 

“can you give me a moment, please ? i just need t-to change real quick.” he nodded, stepping aside but you could feel his eyes on you as you trailed up the stairs real quick. you lived with nan. she managed this dry cleaning business and right above the shop was a quaint 2 bedroom apartment where you and nan lived. the ceilings were low and the kitchen was small. it wasn’t much but it was enough for you and her. 

you quickly peeled off the mask, washed your face, and put your hair in a low bun. it was almost time for work anyway. you smoothed the gel out and put one small flower pin in the bun, giving your hair a good look before moving on to your makeup. taking the mascara you just bought, you slid the brush across your lashes, pulling them along your eyelid and pushing them back. 

next was concealer, blush, and a bit of lipgloss and you were all done. giving one last look over your reflection, you quickly settled into a pencil skirt and a button-up, leaving the first two buttons open. the urge to open another one was crazy. 

you grabbed your heels and went back downstairs. this time, you found seonghwa chatting with nan while he was sitting on a stool watching her iron his suit jacket. his chin was in his hand and he looked beautiful, breathtaking even. your nan laughed right along with him and you approached behind him quietly. 

“nana, have you finished ? i’m sure he’s gotta leave for work soon.” your nan nodded, “almost done, sweetheart.” you froze as you remembered that you never offered to get him anything to eat or drink. 

“uh- mr. park, would you like anything to eat or drink ? coffee or a light snack maybe ?” seonghwa thought about it for a minute. “coffee will do.” you nodded, walking past him and into the small kitchen in the back. you felt his eyes follow you again and you shivered, goosebumps running down your naked legs. 

starting the coffee maker, you put in 2 scoops of dark roast and worked your magic, remembering what his previous order was back at marcela’s shop. you were unsure if he’d like you to change it up but you did so anyway, putting in star-shaped ice cubes and mixing them in. you tried to not make it as sweet as yours and failed successfully. 

“you use star-shaped ice trays too?” a voice came behind you. you let out a shriek, dropping the stirrer you were using. placing a hand on your chest, you turned around to face the owner of the voice, just to be met with seonghwa. his eyes were brown as chocolate and wide and curious. 

“i like the way they look.” you told him. he nodded, “someone i used to know used them too. i thought it was a little childish, but he never let me buy regular ones.” curiosity struck you. who was he talking about ? 

“who’s he?” you asked. the celestial stiffened, pausing for a moment, and cleared his throat. “an old friend. he passed a couple of years back.” you nodded, unsure of what to say other than, “my condolences.” 

“i’m sorry for ruining the moment. is the coffee done?” he asked. you smiled back at him shyly before putting an unhealthy amount of whip cream on top. you handed the mug to him with both hands, a proud smile on your face and seonghwa decided you looked like a smiling cat. 

he grabbed the mug from your hands, bringing it up to his lips. with one sip, seonghwa remembered everything that happened before the last 32 years. he remembered sweet kisses under the moonlight and a boy with soft pink hair. 

the coffee was just like the one hongjoong used to make. 

sickeningly sweet with star-shaped ice and lots of whip cream. seonghwa got the cream all over his lips and if anyone else had noticed, they’d probably laugh. 

you were no different.

you leaned in and swiped your thumb over his lip. “you have a little cream on your…” you trailed off, biting your lip as you cleaned off the cream on his lip, taking it into your mouth and licking it off. 

seonghwa coughed, choking on plain air. his face was furiously red and he couldn’t control himself. you were just like him. 

if he had it his way, he’d grab you by the shoulders and look into your soul until he was positive of his suspicions, horns visible and all.  

“seonghwa ! are you okay ? do you need water ?” you asked frantically. “does it taste that bad ??” he put a hand on your shoulder, shaking his head. 

“i’m okay. i’m okay.” he put a hand on his chest, taking another sip of the coffee. it was admittedly disgusting, but he’d hand you a blank check to drink more of this nasty coffee forever. 

“is it bad ?” you asked quietly. he shook his head. “it’s not bad at all. i really like it.” he told you. you smiled in contentment, drinking from your own mug. 

“let me drive you to work.” he said abruptly. you looked up from your mug. “uhm.. you don’t have to.” you said quietly, suddenly shying away from his stare. 

“it’s fine, really. you got my clothes dry cleaned,” he said. 

“but you paid for my coffee.” you argued back. he laughed quietly. “darling, 6 dollars don’t make a difference to me.” you nodded, remembering who he was. 

“i still don’t think it’s appropriate that you drop me off. people might talk.” you told him quietly. he laughed. you wondered what was so funny. you genuinely believed there was a line of sense behind your words.

“don’t worry about all that, sweetheart” you tilted your head, raising one eyebrow at him. “are you sure ?” you asked. he nodded, placing one hand on your shoulder. it was sweltering like the man was running a fever.

you grabbed his hand in yours, clasping your fingers around his hand. “are you feeling okay ? your hand is really hot.” you expressed. seonghwa’s smile faded from his face, looking down at you with a red glint in his eye. he pulled it away quickly, turning away from you.

“yeah. it’s all good. just finish up your coffee and meet me outside.” 

your eyes were as wide as saucers when you stepped outside your and nan’s place. a dark grey bmw parked outside with a beautiful man sitting inside. when you stepped inside the car, the scent of seonghwa filled your nose. 

it was a mix of expensive perfume and coffee beans. you loved it. 

“are you ready?” he asked. 

“let’s go.” 

keeping your emotions composed while sitting in the car with seonghwa might have been the hardest thing you’d ever done. your knees were weak despite never standing and your panties stuck to your cunt uncomfortably. his aura made you feel hot and for some reason when he placed a hand on your chest to keep you back when making a hard brake made your heart flutter. 

his left hand twitched, almost like it itched to be on your thigh and a part of you wished he’d give in and a little more. 

your life flashed before your eyes when he made eye contact with you while you stared at him. “like staring ?” he asked. 

you shook your head. “uhm no. i was just looking outside your side of the window.” seonghwa laughed and his laugh made you wish he’d never stop. you stared at the pearly white teeth in awe and the pronounced canine that he ran his tongue over. then you noticed the small diamond etched onto the canine. 

the perfect way to show money. 

“when did you get that done?” you asked him. 

“what done ? if you’re referring to my nose, i haven’t gotten a nose job.” he flashed a grin at you, showing off the canine again. “all natural, baby.” 

you blushed at the nickname, pointing at your own canine instead. “the diamond thingie on your pointy tooth.” 

seonghwa smiled, “i got it done a couple of years back. a friend of mine and i got it done together.” 

“is it the same friend that you lost?”

“yes.” 

and the rest of the ride was silent.

-

after dropping you off at work, seonghwa miserably spent the rest of his day watching tv and drinking from his giant wine cellar. he had plans for the night so his entire day was free. he’d done his office work the day before and he had a business meeting on saturday. for the next 5 days, there wasn’t anything he had to get done. 

so with all the free time he had, he decided that focusing on you was gonna be his new hobby. this included showing up at your house at 8 am to drop you off at work and waiting in front of the office building at 5 pm to get you home. 

throughout this ordeal, you had learned two things 

one, seonghwa was definitely older than he looked. 

and two, you wanted to fuck him. 

he was a good boss. he paid you well and the job came with dental coverage and great healthcare. however, you seemed to have more benefits than the other employees. 

this included rides in expensive cars, dates at expensive restaurants, and spending your time with the most handsome man you’d ever seen. he claimed he wanted to get to know you and become friends but the way he undressed you with his eyes was nothing like how friends were supposed to act. 

he started with a simple movie and dinner, taking you out to a vintage restaurant with a huge projector so you could watch while you eat.

they played ‘a quiet place’ that day. 

you remembered clutching onto his arm when the monster came up. you remember digging your face in his arm when the monster ate the man who screamed too loudly and you remember him taking your face in his hands and kissing you slowly until you forgot the fear that brewed in you. 

his tongue had slipped between your lips and he had let you put yours past his lips. he had sucked on it lightly and his hand had inched closer and closer to your inner thigh. 

but he pulled away before anything could go further. 

he claimed it was in the heat of the moment, but you knew better because he still came to pick you up the next morning and take you to work. he still placed a hand on your thigh. you had no idea what was going on in that beautiful mind of his. 

“you remind me of someone.” he told you one day while he sat at your place, lying comfortably in your bed with a bowl full of butter pecan ice cream. 

“who?” you asked him, bending down in front of him to grab your dirty laundry. you straightened back up with one lacy panty in your hand and you saw him eye it before looking you back in the eye, all with a spoon in his mouth as he licked the cream off sensually. 

you lost your breath. 

“my ex-boyfriend.” 

“what?! you’re gay ?!” suddenly, you felt the world crash around you. was the man you liked gay ? which is totally isn’t an issue. you’re just surprised is all. 

“what? no, i’m not gay. i’m bisexual. i go down both roads.” he said with a grin flashing his teeth at you, a mouthful of dripping cream. 

“ohhh.” you responded. 

“what ? were you disappointed ?” he asked. 

now it was your turn to be surprised. “huh?! no! i was just surprised.” you argued. but your heated, red cheeks told a different story. “even if you were gay, you wouldn’t be any different to me.” you told him. he smiled at you thoughtfully, “thank you.” 

“anyway, what about me reminds you of him?” you asked him. 

“well, the disgusting coffee is the first one.” he said flatly. 

your eyes went wide and hands flew to your hips. “huh?! but you say it’s good.” seonghwa shook his head. “nope. it’s the shittiest thing i’ve ever drank.” he told you. you pouted at him, “why are you telling me this after i’ve served it to you almost every time you come over ?” 

“because you make your coffee just like him. even the ice is the same shape.” your eyes widened. “you’ve talked about him before!” you said. he nodded, focusing on his bowl of cream. “i have.” he said as he nodded. 

“what was his name ?” you asked him. seonghwa took a pause, setting the bowl aside. “his name was hongjoong. we met in seoul a few years back and became friends. then we started dating and then…” seonghwa pursed his lips as he took another pause. “then he died.” 

the room went quiet and suddenly you felt sorry for asking. 

“i don’t mind talking about him. you can ask questions if you want.” he said, sensing that you were uncertain about asking him questions about hongjoong. so you decided to ask him the biggest question of all. 

“how did he die ?” 

“car crash.” he said. you didn’t ask another question but he continued. he told you everything you seemed to be curious about.

“it was one of the shittiest things to ever happen to me.” he told you. “i finally found someone after a really long time and then they were pulled away from me so soon. i wasn’t really expecting it.” 

seonghwa was peeling the walls off his heart. it was odd but it felt nice to ramble on and on about something he still never properly processed. 

“sitting with you like this is a lot like sitting with him.” 

you smiled in adoration at his words, leaning over to hug him but before you could, a loud crash emanated from the kitchen. seonghwa stood up immediately, pushing you behind him and pulling out a knife from his back. 

when did he have that ? 

it was a smooth silver blade with a white ivory handle. pretty to say the least. but focusing on the knife was the least of your concerns, seonghwa slowly pushed you back as footsteps were heard from the other side of the closed door. 

“stay quiet.” he told you. you nodded, gripping his shoulder and just barely peeking from behind. the room was suddenly quiet. your hair stood on your arms and the silence was eerie. 

you were about to speak up and forget about the issue but suddenly the door burst open. it flew off its hinges and landed right past you and seonghwa. 

a scream erupted from your throat, terrified at who this possible intruder could be. as you opened your eyes, you were first met with the sight of feathers flying everywhere, white feathers that seemed to encase the whole room. 

you looked around in surprise, wondering if maybe your pillows exploded. 

you slowly peeked over, suddenly witnessing a fair-complexioned man with long blonde hair that was tied behind his neck. 

“michael.” seonghwa spoke. he took a pause before speaking his next sentence, a lilt in his voice. “it’s nice to finally see you after all these years, brother.” seonghwa growled. 

brother ? 

“you know what i’m here for, samael. stop this madness.” the other angel replied. 

seonghwa chuckled, pushing you back into the wall. he lunged forward, striking the other man with the silver knife. a deep gash was seen on his arm as scarlet blood seeped from it. 

you didn’t know what was going on. who was this other man ? who was samael ? your head spun with confusion and you suddenly couldn’t handle it anymore. you fell back against the wall, shaking as the two men fought each other in your small bedroom. 

the blonde man’s wings knocked over all the little trinkets and the picture frames in your room but you couldn’t care less. you wanted to know who the fuck seonghwa was. you wanted to know what the fuck seonghwa was. 

you saw the two men lunge at each other once more before falling out the large window in your room. you screamed as the glass shattered and flew everywhere. it landed on you and suddenly you felt a stinging sensation on your cheek. your hand flew up to touch it and it felt wet. you couldn’t tell if it was your tears or the blood from your fingers alone. 

you brought them down to inspect your fingertip, trying to blink away the tears that clouded your vision. you scrambled up, watching the fight occur outside. the creature's wings flapped as he and seonghwa fought in the air. they landed punches and gashes at each other as seonghwa clawed at the other’s wings, trying to rip them apart. 

and he succeeded. seonghwa managed to slash a large gash in the wing. it was approximately 3 feet long and the gash glowed white, a silvery essence oozing from the wound. you heard the yell in pain and then launch seonghwa into the ground. he landed from a high altitude, making a large crash on the asphalt and being pushed back several feet, causing a ripple of broken asphalt in his wake. 

as the smoke from his crash cleared, you were met with a white-eyed seonghwa staring directly at you. his shirt was torn from the shoulder seams and his slacks were dirty. horns erupted from his head and you could spot what seemed like pink scars on his back. 

the blonde, white-eyes creature was nowhere to be found and seonghwa seemed to be darting straight for you. he ran insanely fast and managed to cross the parking lot within 30 seconds.

your eyes widened in horror, running out of your room to the basement. you quickly close the door behind you, rapidly moving any kind of furniture you could get your hands on to barricade the door. you shrieked as the door opened slightly. 

“open the door, y/n!” seonghwa screamed. you shook harder, crying as you tried to push against the furniture to keep him out. 

“i’ll explain everything, i swear!” he yelled. you didn’t know what to believe. what was he ? why hadn’t he died from that fall ? what was that other thing he was fighting ? 

“what the fuck are you!?” you screamed from behind the door, yelling as tears clouded your vision. your throat burned as tears ran down the apple of your cheeks. you didn’t know how to feel. who was he ? who had you been in love with this whole time ? 

“i swear i’ll answer everything. just please open the door.” he asked once again. 

the shaking of the door stopped but you didn’t. your body still panicked with shock and fear. you fell to the floor, bringing your legs up to your chest and shaking as you tried to force another sentence out to him. 

“just leave me alone.” you said. “this isn’t real. this isn’t real. this isn’t real.” you told yourself as you shook back and forth, trying to rock yourself to comfort. 

“this is fucking real, y/n. open the door like the good girl you are or you know i can force it open myself.” a chill ran down your spine as you thought of what he had just said. quickly, you scrambled up, pushing away the furniture from the door.

you backed up, pressing your back against the wall. you waited ten seconds before the doorknob started rattling, and suddenly it creaked open. you slid down the wall, burying your head in your knees and trying to become as small as possible. you kept your head down, slowly seeing a pair of dirty leather shoes come in your view. 

he stood right in front of you, crouching slowly and placing a hand on your cheek. or tried to place a hand on your cheek, because you flinched away first. seonghwa swallowed the lump in his throat, awfully feeling guilty. 

“i promise i won’t hurt you.” he told you as he placed a gentle hand on your wrists, slowly pulling your hands away from your face so he could see you properly. he offered a gentle smile, but the white glowing eyes still alarmed you. your breathing picked up as you tried to scoot away from him and further into the corner. 

“i’m sorry. i’m really sorry.” he said. “please stand up. we can go somewhere sa-” he started. 

“i don’t want to go anywhere with you.” you snapped. 

he looked down. “you’re gonna listen to what i have to say. i’m not letting you go until you hear me out. my name is park seongh-”

“no, it’s not! stop lying to me!” you yelled. 

“just shut up and listen!” he yelled at you, grabbing your shoulders and shaking you so you could stare directly into his eyes. 

“my name is park seonghwa. i’m your boss and you’re my employee. we’ve known each other for 8 months. we met at the coffee shop, remember ? marcela’s shop off the side of the highway ? and- and you spilled your coffee on me and then i got you another one but you felt bad so you decided to dry clean my suit for me. do you remember all that, baby ? do you remember when i took you out for the first time ? i bought you caramel corn and coca cola! do you remember the time i kissed you at the movies ? please, tell me you remember, baby.” he cried. 

flashes of images poured through your mind as he mentioned each event. you thought about how he had treated you like glass since the very first time you met. he was always a gentleman. he was a bit reserved but he was seonghwa. 

but one question still plagued your mind. 

“what are you?” you asked him. 

he pulled you up, bringing you up to stand against him. his arm wrapped around your waist as he pressed your head against his chest, kissing the crown of your head. 

“i’ll tell you everything soon. i promise.” 

-

the sun shined through your eyelids hours later. you tossed around the silky bed, unsure of your surroundings until you finally felt a presence at the foot of the bed. you shot up immediately, bunching the comforter around you. 

it was seonghwa. he sat in the chair at the foot of the bed, a glass of alcohol in his hand. he swished the liquid around, trying to cool it down with the ice. he was shirtless, wearing nothing but a pair of silk pajamas and a silky robe. you looked down to see what you were wearing and as expected, you also wore silk pajamas. 

it was a short mid-thigh length chemise with lace hemming and thin shoulder straps. it was the same shade of color as his. 

“why did you bring me here, seonghwa?” you asked. 

“because you wouldn’t listen to me otherwise. i promise i’ll explain everything to you today.” 

he leaned forward, staring right at you. “ask me anything you want.” 

you huffed, “first of all, what are you?” seonghwa rolled his eyes. “is that the only question on your mind?” he asked. now it was your turn to roll your eyes. “you said you’d answer any question i asked so answer it.” 

“an angel. formerly, an angel.” 

your eyes bulged out of your head, a nervous laughter bubbling past your throat. your heart sped up and you awfully felt like you were sitting in the cyclone, going up and down and back again. 

“so like- so you’re telling me that you’re an angel? like the ones in the bible ? ” you asked. seonghwa raised an eyebrow, nodding his head as he met his eyes with yours again. 

“okay… okay… so, you’re telling me that you’re an angel? and the guy you fought is your brother?” 

“former angel but yes, basically.” 

your eyes went wide as you stared in disbelief. was this even real ? was this… you had no words. 

“so like, why are you a former angel and not you know,… just an angel?” 

“go back to bed.” 

“no! you said you’d tell me! seonghwa!” you screamed, but he ignored you. he walked through the door, leaving you alone in the large, spacious room. 

you huffed, sitting back against the bed and crossing your arms over your chest. 

“fuckin’ asshole.” 

-

it was a little while later that seonghwa came back to get you. a dress in his hand and a small box of you don’t know what. 

“here’s some fresh clothes and a bit of makeup. it’s mostly mine, just use what you need and come down for breakfast.” 

you nodded, taking the clothes from him and heading over to the bathroom to change into the dress. the dress was pretty. it was white with small red cherries dotted around the entire dress. doll sleeves and a deep neckline. when you opened the box that he gave you with the dress, your eyebrows rose as you came in contact with a pair of white lacey underwear and a bra. 

you put it on anyway. 

you used the makeup you could use, sticking with just mascara and some concealer and lipgloss and light blush. giving yourself once last onceover, you exited the lavish bathroom, going back to find seonghwa sitting on the bed, scrolling through his phone. 

he eyed you up and down as you approached him. “you look good.” he told you. you nodded, “thanks,” you said to him. 

everything was awkward. nothing was like how it was before. there was a silence that overtook you. you felt too scared to say anything. he was an angel for god’s sake. you were scared he might smite you for saying the wrong thing. 

“i got your favorite. strawberry crepes, eat up.” you sat down and he sat in front of you, his own self dressed in a black suit and a black button-up with diamond cufflinks. he looked just as good. his hair was parted down the middle and it seemed like he had also just showered, his slightly longish hair curling up as it dried. 

“so have you ever like…” you paused to bring your knife across your throat, running it over the soft skin. “someone…?” 

seonghwa chuckled in amusement. 

he looked back down at his food, cutting and stabbing the crepe with a fork and putting it in his mouth. he chewed his food on the side as he answered you. “last night, actually.” 

you almost threw up the strawberry crepe. 

“i’m just kidding!” seonghwa said as he noticed your rigid form. “i was just joking. anyway, you can ask me questions now. just don’t ask me why i’m a former angel. i’ll tell you that in time.” 

you nodded, dabbing your lips with the white napkin. “so.. how old are you?” 

“i’m honestly not sure. i’ve been around since before adam and eve.” 

your heart dropped down to your ass. “you’re joking, right? i’ve always thought you were a little older than you said you were because you have all these different degrees in your room and i thought that being 36 was like.. really young and plastic surgery has really advanced so...” 

“i can promise you that i’ve got more degrees than that and i’m definitely older than 36. that’s like..a baby to me.” he told you. you nodded, “okay so next question. do you have wings ? like your brother ? also, are all of you really handsome like he is ?” 

seonghwa dropped his fork and stared at you in disbelief. for a second, you thought you really pissed him off but then he said, “why do you want that asshole’s number ? i’m literally right here! and he also fucked up your apartment !” 

“i was just kidding!” you told him. “i’m kidding, i swear.” but seonghwa rolls his eyes and continues to cut into the crepe he was munching on. he seems more upset than you would assume he would be. it was a joke after all. 

“are you that upset? it was just a joke. i don’t even know if he has a dick !” you exclaimed. but seonghwa set his fork down sassily. 

“i have pursued you for the last 8 months, have i not?” he asked. 

you nodded, “we’ve been going out for quite some time, yes.” 

“i’d like to make you mine.” 

the revelation from seonghwa was mind-boggling. you had just found out that he was a celestial being and then found out that this celestial being wanted you. upon hearing all this, you choked on a bite of the crepe and the celestial in front of you had to perfrom the heimlich manouver to get the bite out of you. 

you coughed it up disgustingly and suddenly, none of you had an appetite. peering behind him guiltily, you offered him a cheesy, toothy grin as though you were wordlessly saying ‘sorry.’ 

seonghwa looked at you unamused and dragged you up but the elbow. “come on, we’ve got places to be.” 

-

you didn’t expect him to drive you back home. 

“get your stuff, you’re staying with me until i get that window fixed. i don’t trust michael.” he said. 

you looked up at him with downturned eyebrows, “but-but what about nana?” he rolled his eyes. “go get your stuff.” “b-but-” 

“y/n, calm down. go get your things, i’m waiting for you right here.” 

you slumped your shoulders, making no further conversation and just moving on towards your house. you walked slow on purpose just to piss him off. it’s like he knew what you were doing because he honked his car horn and then suddenly pissing him off was a dream you left behind, making a dash for the apartment. 

entering the small laundromat at the bottom of the apartment, you yelled out for nan. “nana! nana! are you home?!” there was no answer. a pang of worry hit you and suddenly you didn’t trust going into the house further. 

upon entering further into the home, the odd eerieness of the place spooked you. the silence was deafening and your skin awoke with goosebumps. your lips turned down as you felt a presence behind you. you felt a cold breath ghost the skin of your neck and before anything else could happen, you ran back outside to the man in the car. 

“seonghwa! there’s someone in the house.” you told him, out of breath and exasperated. “babe, there’s no one in there.” he told you calmly. “yes, there is !” you pointed towards the apartment. he sighed, stepping outside the car and grabbing your hand to lead you back into the apartment. 

when you reached inside, you didn’t feel the presence from before. it was gone and suddenly you felt stupid. 

“y/n, there’s nobody here, babe.” he told you. you sighed. “but there was someone here!” 

seonghwa grabbed your hand and led you into your bedroom, opening your closet and throwing all your stuff out on the bed. 

“go get a suitcase. pack it up.” he commanded. 

you did as told, quickly piling your shit in and zipping up the suitcase so you could leave the building. it felt odd and scary like there was something crawling on the back of your neck. however, you trusted seonghwa to keep you safe like he did last time. you grabbed his arm and moved through the house with him, trailing the suitcase behind. 

as you approached the car, you noticed the large gashes on the side. you trailed your hands over them in shock. your suspicions were proven correct and you looked back at seonghwa in shock.

seonghwa raised an eyebrow in front of you, chewing his lip as he cautiously looked around the neighborhood scanning his eyes around the building. 

 he threw your suitcase in the back seat and tugged you to the driver's side, opening the door and putting a hand on your head to push you in safely. 

“get away from here. go.” 

you looked around frantically for any entity but you saw nothing. all you saw was seonghwa on edge and cautiously looking around. he slammed your door shut, urging you to drive away but you couldn’t help but look back and worry. 

but he looked at you through the window and you could make out his lips telling you, “leave! hurry up!” so you did as told, putting the car in drive and hitting the accelerator, and speeding out of the neighborhood as fast as you could. 

you watched seonghwa in the rearview mirror, watching him get smaller and smaller. you swore you only looked away for a second, focusing on the road as you were approaching the main road. when you looked back, your heart fell to your stomach as you saw a cloaked dark figure come and swoop seonghwa away. a hand flew over your mouth and your foot hit the brake. 

it was all done at the wrong time.

-

seonghwa had sent you off as fast as possible. he picked up the familiar scent off of you the second you came running telling him that there was someone in the house. his heart internally freaked, skyrocketing into the sky with panic. 

but he played it cool, telling you that it was nothing and then worrying even more when he saw the scratches on his car. he knew exactly who did this and it was no angel. 

when you were out of sight, he yelled out around all the buildings that surrounded him. 

“it’s nice to see you again, alastair!” seonghwa called out. 

the said demon emerged from seemingly nowhere, a dark cloak encasing him. his cheekbones were high and his hair was a fiery shade of hot pink. it was fitting for the flamboyant demon. 

“you ruined my car, asshole.” seonghwa said. 

the demon shrugged. “i asked for one last christmas. i didn’t receive it!” he called back. seonghwa rolled his eyes at his old friend. 

“why are you here?” the celestial asked. 

“dad sent me down.” the demon called. seonghwa raised a brow in confusion. his father had only been sending angels down for the last 32 years, which side did the sun rise from today ? alastair was the last demon he expected to see here on earth. 

“dad says you keep mass murdering innocent people” san responded. “says you’re not allowed to.” 

seonghwa raised an eyebrow in confusion. “why is that?” 

alastair shrugged his shoulders, hopping down to another shelling on the building, he crouched down in a spiderman position, “i don’t know. i’m just supposed to get rid of you.” 

seonghwa’s lips turned in disgust. his dad seemed to be a shittier father as the days went on. if all fathers in the world were like him, seonghwa was positive there would be hell on earth.

“i don’t think so, little brother. you know you’re gonna have to get through me first and when have you ever won against me?” seonghwa teased. 

the pink-haired demon smirked. “i didn’t win back then, but hell has changed since you’ve been gone. lilith is in charge and she’s a lot rougher than you ever were.” 

seonghwa rubbed his hands together. “good for blondie,” he said in reference to the queen of hell. 

‘let’s test you out, huh?” 

with that, alastair dived straight for seonghwa, picking up the celestial with the force of three jet engines. the breath was knocked out of seonghwa’s lungs. the ground splitting as seonghwa held his posture, his eyes turning white and horns emerging from his head as the veins on his neck bulged. seonghwa’s shoulder seams ripped as he put his full force into pushing alastair back. 

“come back to hell, brother.” alastair gritted through his teeth. seonghwa laughed, “i’d rather stay on earth than go back to hell. you know it was a short gig.” 

a blast emerged between the two brothers as their force collided, pushing both of them back into the tall neighbouring buildings. seonghwa coughed, dusting off his ripped shirt as he looked up to see where his brother landed. he made eye contact with the damage and the imprint of large wings and a body in the centre of a building, but the demon himself was absent. 

seonghwa pushed himself off the building, landing on his knee on the pavement. a tingle was felt behind his ear and he turned, then he felt one on his neck and then another on his hip. 

seonghwa seethed in anger. “cloaking isn’t going to save you, brother.” suddenly, he felt a cool blade at the back of his neck. he knew what it was. it would hurt him but it couldn’t kill him. it could definitely kill the other demon, though. 

“brother, you know better than to go around and mess in daddy’s toolbox.” seonghwa chuckled. “where did you find it?” he asked. san tilted his head as he poked the tip of the blade further into the celestials neck. 

“i took it from michael when he wasn’t looking. i’ll give it back to him, you know.. in due time. it’s got a great amount of your essence attached to it. i’m surprised it didn’t pulverise me.” 

seonghwa rolled his eyes, “save the lip-service for michael.” he muttered before turning quickly and unhanding the silver sword from the demon. a hand was now wrapped around alasiair’s throat and he was lifted off the ground. his eyes wide as saucers as he stared at his older brother. 

seonghwa examined the blade as he finally put his hands on his rightful property: the flaming sword. blue and white fire encased the blade when seonghwa held it, igniting as seonghwa felt a burst of power wash over him. his eyes bulged white as they rolled back into his head, glowing like his sockets had flashlights behind them. 

seonghwa’s body shook as the thunder roared in the sky. the sleeves of his shirt encased with great white flames as they burned off, revealing white ancient enochian glyphs that glowed on his veiny arms. 

seonghwa hadn’t felt this much power in the last 5,000 years. he hadn’t felt the touch of god himself and now that he has, he felt unstoppable. the rain poured on the two brothers as their wounds bled black and silver onto the street. it mixed together to form a grey fluid that seemed to be diluted with the rain. 

the rain poured, thunder roared above, and lightning flashed around seonghwa. alastair couldn’t be more scared than he already was but he swore he’d die when he saw the shadow of two giant wings and an enlarged humanoid on the pavement each time the lightning flashed. 

seonghwa had his wings back. samael was back. 

the scars were still apparent, making no move to sprout a new pair of wings for the celestial but the shadow was there. alastair thought he was hallucinating but when seonghwa flew up into the sky, his brother still held by the neck, he knew everything he saw was real. 

the wind rushed past seonghwa’s hair as he smiled, running a tongue over his teeth as he relived the feeling of being free in the air once again. he hadn’t felt this in 5,000 years and he never thought he’d experience it again but here he was. seonghwa flew higher and higher, reaching above the clouds and past the storm. he cheered and roared in happiness. 

“i got my fuckin’ wings back, dad!” he cheered as he flashed his middle finger to the sky. there was no physical set of wings weighing on his back but the power was back. the raven haired male had gained his full powers back and he was gonna finally take what he’d been waiting for all these years. 

he made loops and dove up and down in the air, cheering and whopping while alastair screamed in agony. the double cheeseburger he had that afternoon now seemed to be a mistake. his brother's grip was far too strong now that he had the sword in his hand and due to this, alastair couldn’t get away. 

“you see this, little brother?! maybe i won’t snitch on you after all.” seonghwa cheered as he spun in the air, holding on to his brothers ankle and spinning faster and faster until he was tossing his brother behind him. seonghwa watched until alastair was nothing more than a twinkling star in the atmosphere. 

“and tell dad that i’ll pay him a visit in a few days!” 

seonghwa smiled as he flew over the city, cloaking himself so he’d be invisible to the human eyes on the ground. he looked at the tall buildings that erupted from new yorks foundation, gleaming as he took in all the life. he stared at the men playing saxophones in the street, the tram going across the island, and he could even spot his apartment complex from here. 

he dove straight for the window of his apartment, arms pushing back as he turned into a rocket, blue flames encasing his body as he paused right before he hit the tall windows. he was still on fire but he didn’t seem to be burning anything. he sighed in relief. 

seonghwa opened up the window, hopping inside and falling flat on the floor. it took a couple seconds to gain his balance on the ground again, finding his footing before he could eat shit again. 

as he looked at his shadow against the wall of his large room, he chuckled to himself. there was indeed a pair of wings sprouting from his back, but when he turned to see them, his smile faltered. he felt nothing but the jagged scars he had received from his brothers years back. 

but he pushed it away, trying to hide his disappointment and focused on the fact that he could fly again. just as he looked up to the front door, it burst open with you behind it. you ran up to him, clutching his body in a hug as you two fell onto the bed together.

your face was streamed with tears and messy mascara. your nose was sniffling and it made seonghwa coo. 

“i thought you were gone! i thought something happened to you! hwa, please don’t make me leave like that ever again, you know i ca-” your rambling was all interrupted. your eyes went wide as you came to the realisation of what had just occurred. you didn’t know if you should respond to his actions or just stand there dumbfounded. 

but his lips slotted against yours felt too good not to kiss back. you moaned as he gripped your jaw, wrapping his arm around your waist. you kissed each other messily, saliva spilling past your lips as you chased after the wasted time between you. 

you chased after his lips as he pulled away only for a moment to push you back up against the pillows. you moaned as he spread your legs apart with two hands on your knees. 

you let him slide himself in between your legs, curling them around him so you could lock him into your grip. 

“you have no idea how happy i am today” he whispered against your clavicle, the bone shining with his spit as he sucked marks onto your skin. you tangled your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer to your body. 

“why ?” you asked him. you felt the smirk on his lips against your skin as he kissed down your chest. “i’ll show you later.” 

he focused on removing your dress, the same cherry one he had bought you. seonghwa lithe hands flipped you around so you could face the mirror in the corner of his room. 

“look at yourself. look at how you’re such a mess for me without me even doing anything yet.” he pulled into your ear. he was right. sweat ran down the expanse of your chest, trailing further before sinking into the valley of your breasts. your hair was dishevelled and there were marks that littered your soft skin.

his marks. marks that proved that you belonged to him and him only. 

he reached a hand up to the zipper on your back, using his other hand to grip your jaw so you could see yourself in the mirror. 

“look into my eyes as i undress you, break contact and i stop. understood ?” he said lowly into your ear. 

you nodded, listening closely and staring hard as his fingers pressed against your neck, pulling the zipper of the dress down. you zeroed in on the clinking of the metal as the fabric became loose around your shoulders.

he pushed it back to reveal the straps of the lingerie he had bought you. seonghwa teeth sunk into your shoulder, sending you forward in pain. “you look so fucking good for me.” he praised. 

you cried as he dug his teeth harder, feeling your skin almost break from the force. he grabbed your wrists, pulling them back as he slowly pushed you down. 

your cheek was smushed into the mattress and your ass was facing up. seonghwa chuckled as he kissed the back of your neck, slowly trailing his fingers behind your ear to push your hair out of the way. 

with another hand, the shoulders of the dress came off and pulled away until it was nothing but a heap of cotton on the hardwood floors. you lay bare in front of him in nothing but lacy lingerie and even in that, the fabric was still transparent.

seonghwa chuckled at the dark wet patch on your panties, prodding at it with two fingers as you cried out for him. but seonghwa didn’t seem to be done just yet. he wanted to take his time since he had all the time in the world, quite literally. 

he kissed down your back, smoothing a hand along your spine to arch you properly for him. “you look so good in what i bought for you.” he praised. 

when you offered him no response, he slapped your rear, scolding you. “you say thank you when i praise you. understood ?” 

you nodded, “yes, sir.” you cried as tears begin to sting at your eyes at the searing pain of the slap he delivered to your cheek. seonghwa kissed down your spine, reaching your ass and suddenly stopping to slap it and grope it fondly. 

“such a cute baby.” he told you. you remembered to thank him this time, to which he hummed in approval. his kisses seared your skin exactly how you’d imagine the blades of hell. it felt hot against your flesh and if he so wanted, you’d let him have a piece of you. 

you moaned as he pressed two fingers against your clit, prodding through the fabric until your cunt gushed for him. “aw, you’re so fucking wet, baby.” he told you. you whined in response, unable to get a word out due to the two fingers teasing your clit through the thin lace panties.

“f-fuck, hwa!” you screamed as he pushed aside the fabric and plunged his fingers inside the wet, gushing muscle. he thrusted his fingers inside at a rapid speed and your moans came out in broken fragments. you screamed as a searing thumb landed on your clit, rubbing the bud with fervour and joy. 

“you’re so fucking tight, baby. gonna have to stretch you out for my cock.” he taunted as he continued his rapid pace. you felt unbelievably good and it was expected. no one would imagine sex with an angel as bad. the few times you had sex, it was mid. he made you cum with his fingers and then proceeded to show you out to the door. 

but with seonghwa, it felt mind numbing. your senses were gone and overheated all at the same time. he made you feel so many emotions at once and you genuinely thought you’d break if he continued to touch you in this way. 

his teeth latched onto your neck, teasing and pulling at the skin while his hands spread open your lower lips so he could attack your clit better. he was on top of you, fucking you on his fingers like you were his little toy. 

and maybe you were. you felt an irreplaceable emotion of pleasure as the knot in your stomach tightened. “hwa, f-feels s-so good.” you told him. he chuckled in pleasure. “i make you feel good, don’t i?” 

he grabbed your jaw, juices littering the edges of his fingers. “tell me who makes you feel this good. look in the mirror and tell me.” your lips turned down as you caught sight of yourself. you looked worse than earlier when he made you look in the mirror, breasts spilling out of your bra and panties on the verge of tears. they created red marks where they were strained on your hips due to all the positions seonghwa was putting you in. 

your nipples perked up at the cold air and seonghwa reached up and flicked it to which you responded to him with a breathy moan. a few more moments passed by without you providing him an answer and suddenly, you felt a sharp sting on the side of your breast. you shrieked as you looked to the side to see a red mark the size of his hand imprinted on your breast. 

“h-hwa-” you cried but he cut you off. “i thought i told you to answer me when i ask a question, doll.” you only looked up into his eyes, tears spilling past your own. “such a crybaby.” he crooned. his fingers pushing your cheeks together until your lips pouted. 

“say ‘ahh’” he commanded, and this time you listened. he spat into your mouth and shut it for you. “swallow it.” he directed. you listened again, too scared of his heavy hand on your body any further. despite the sting, you couldn’t ignore the gushing between your thighs each time his hand made contact with soft skin. 

“now tell me, who makes you feel this good?” he asked again. you were gonna answer him but his fingers in your cunt sped up at an inhumane pace, making it hard for you to form words. whatever words you could force out were garbled and messy and he mocked you for that. 

“on-only yo-you. fuckin’ slut can’t even speak.” he snarked. seonghwa tossed you back down, shoving your face into the mattress as he lay down in between your thighs. your cunt hovered over his mouth, dripping your juices into his mouth before he even got a chance to taste it himself.

“hwa, please.” you begged him. he listened to what you wanted, grabbing your thighs and bringing you down so you were sat on his face. using the remaining strength left in your arms, you brought yourself up. 

“look at yourself.” he commanded from between your legs, the vibrations reverberating through your cunt and making you grip the headboard harder. you did as he said, cunt pulsing tighter as you stared at the sight in the mirror. 

you kneeling over seonghwa’s mouth, and gripping the headboard for dear life as he dove into your cunt. his tongue worked wonders, plunging inside you to explore the tight, wet muscle between your legs. then he licked back up, flicking his tongue across your clit in rapid, harsh motions. 

seonghwa groaned at the soft fingers that gripped his ebony locks, pulling at his scalp for mercy. you felt the vibrations of his noises as he continued his work, drinking in the nectar you continued to provide him with. 

“you’re so beautiful.” he told you before attaching his lips to your clit, sucking harshly and sending your body overboard. you shook as the wave of pleasure washed over you. your body twitched as you fell from the grip you had on the headboard, collapsing backward but before you could fall, seonghwa held onto you. he supported your body up as he continued to suck on your clit. 

waves of heat and ice rolled over your body as you succumbed to the pleasure. your mind felt numb as he continued, no time for mercy. you shook and cried, trying to pull away but he wouldn’t let you. the celestial kept you planted on his tongue, licking and sucking until you didn’t have it in you to fight him any longer. 

when you felt like you were gonna pass out two more orgasms later, that’s when seonghwa let you go. he let you fall onto your side, trying to catch your breath as he sat behind you, legs wide as he pulled you up against his chest. 

“was it okay? was that okay, baby?” he asked you. you responded a moment later, still trying to recover from the shocks of your orgasms. “great, so so good.” you whined out of breath. “ ‘m so sensitive..” you whined. he chuckled behind you, kissing your neck and smiling into your skin like a bumbling idiot. 

“we aren’t done just yet, though.” 

your eyes went wide as seonghwa pushed you down on the bed, pulling your thighs apart so he could slot himself between. the bulge in his boxers was surreal and your eyes went wide at how you’d be able to take him properly. but he shushed you, calming you down and holding onto your hand. fingers interlaced with each others, he pushed his cockhead in, pausing to allow you time to adjust to his size. 

you gripped his shoulders, trying to steady your breathing and get used to what it all felt like. he pushed in a bit more as you gave him the green light, using your own heel and pressing it into his back until he was all the way in. 

you gasped as he filled you up all the way, tip kissing your cervix. “still got an inch to go, sweetheart.” he told you. “hwa..” you cried, cunt burning with pain as you tried to get used to it all. “shh, shh.” he cooed into your ear as he left soft kisses on your face to calm you down. it all felt so good but it hurt so bad. 

as seonghwa delivered small, cherry-like kisses to your body, the pain between your legs slowly dissipated. you only felt pleasure as seonghwa began to move back and forth. he pushed his hips in and then pulled right back out before slowly inching in slowly. 

you thought you were gonna go crazy. his cock felt so good. it was thick and long and you thought that he might just bruise your cervix if he kept thrusting in as hard as he was going. 

“slow down…” you begged him, placing a hand on his stomach as you tried to slow his movements. hwa didn’t listen, which was quite unfair considering you were quite obedient for him. 

he grabbed your hand and captured your other, pinning it above your head. the celestial sped up, slamming into your cunt easily with the amount of lube you had provided him with. 

your cunt squeezed and gushed around him, pulling him inside and barely letting go as he fucked into you. seonghwa rested his cheek against your chest as he fucked you, breathing out an array profanities and praises. he told you how good he felt, how good you made him feel. 

“you’re so good to me, baby.” he told you, kissing your forehead as his hips began to stutter. his thrusts got sloppier and the knot in your tummy got tighter. 

he laced your fingers tighter, pulling you close by the waist as he continued to ram his cock into you at an inhumane pace. “gonna cum inside you. inside you, baby” he groaned. 

you laced your finger in his hair, urging him to do what he was saying to you. “cum in me. please, hwa. wanna be yours so bad.” 

with that, seonghwa came inside you, a white hot feeling bursting in your gut as he continued to ride his orgasm out. seonghwa groaned and whined out loud as you dug your nails into his biceps and shoulders, trying to pull him into you. 

“cum for me.” he told you, and that’s all you needed to reach your own orgasm, cock twitching inside you as your own walls tightened against him. he whined louder as your nails dug into his back.

“fuck- y/n, pause. don’t touch me there..” he whined. you retracted your hands, pulling them away to quickly apologise but seonghwa didn’t let you. he pressed his lips to yours like he didn’t wanna talk about what you had just done. 

he fucked you harder instead, pushing in that remaining inch of cock that he didn’t bother to fit in earlier. your eyes rolled back as you clawed at the bedsheets, twisting and turning your hips. there was no way you could take him any longer. 

attempting to push him away, seonghwa just flipped you over. his cock was still inside and he just arched your back for you as he continued to fuck. you could not fight him on this any longer. your hands tucked behind your back as he kept a grip on your wrists. 

seonghwa fucked you through your orgasm, making you shake and cry in ecstasy. “h-hwa! fuck! f-feels so good!” you cried out to him. he hummed in excitement, ready to unload himself into you for the second time. 

the intense wet feelings between both of your legs led you to a blinding orgasm, sending you both forward onto the bed. you fell forward and he fell on top, arms wrapped around your waist while he buried his face in your neck. 

“are you okay?” you asked him, reaching back to run a hand through his hair. he nodded, smiling into your neck and suddenly, you were smiling too. his teeth showcasing a perfect set of pearly whites as he peered down at you. 

you twisted your body to rest against the headboard, seonghwa still laying in between your legs. he hugged you around you waist, resting his face against your bare thigh. 

you smiled in adoration at the man. he was beautiful, ethereal even. you wondered how a man like him was so stoic to everyone. a man that cracked dark jokes and liked to scare you before hugging you and comforting you until you were no longer mad at him. his ebony hair glowed in the sunlight, painting a golden hue against his skin tone and the rest of the room. 

as you look up at the wall, you noticed the shadows of two large wings. your eyes widened, fingers reaching up to touch whatever was there but your fingers couldn’t even make an imprint. staring at the wings in shock, you looked down and saw nothing but two jagged scars that ran down his back. 

they were messed up. his skin was torn, mended together, and finally, tainted. the scars ran from in between his shoulder blades, down to the middle of his back. you wondered how these scars never healed. 

every single scratch you had ever witnessed him receive had disappeared within a day, so why hadn’t these scars healed ? 

your eyes teared up as you inspected them closer, your breath ghosting along his back. seonghwa was fast asleep, softly breathing against your thigh. his eyes were shut closed as his lashes pressed to his golden cheek. 

you pressed your fingertips to his back, running your fingers around the scars but never touching them. 

“who did this to you?” you wondered out loud, tears threatening to fall past your waterline. your fingers got curious, hands trailing closer and closer to the jagged scar tissue and before you could reach your destination, a strong hand came around your wrist. you were met with white, glowing eyes and a cold expression. 

“it’s none of your business who did this to me.” 

he got up from between your legs, letting your wrist go and moving away to put on his boxers. your rapidly beating heart could do nothing to get him to come back and answer your questions. 

suddenly, the atmosphere went dark. not even a moment ago, he was telling you how good you were for him and softly cooing at you, but now he had a stoic expression on his face. it scared you. 

he walked back over to you with a black button up and black boxers. he reached down to pull them over your legs and under your bum until they were snug around your hips. then he took the black button up and pulled it around your shoulders, letting you move your arms through the sleeves yourself. 

as he buttoned you up, he spoke to you, “i’ll tell you in time everything about myself.” he buttoned two buttons. “i’ll tell you everything and make sure there’s no more secrets between us. i want you to trust me completely.” he said. 

you nodded. “the story about my wings is a little personal. i’ll tell you in time but if you look a little harder, you’ll find out yourself.” he did the last two buttons, looking up at you with a warm smile and equally warm, chocolate eyes. 

you didn’t know what he meant but you decided that piecing together the timeline of everything that’s happened between you two so far was the best way. 

he patted your bum for you to get up and move to the living room so he could fix the sheets. you did as told but chose to head to the kitchen instead. looking through his fridge, you spotted colourful bell peppers, chicken breast, onion, and some eggs. 

you pulled out all the ingredients and set them aside. looking into his large pantry, you found packs of red buldak ramen. you smiled in content, giggling like a child as you stared at the packet. 

‘it’s been so long without you,’ you sighed, hugging the packet to your chest. you took the packet to the counter, pulling out a knife and cutting board. chopping up the bell peppers and onions, you stir fried them in a bit of olive oil. 

then you got started on the egg, whipping it and then frying it in the same oil you used for the vegetables. you smiled in content at the scent of bell peppers and onions. 

once the egg was done, you put that aside too. 

taking the chicken, you cut the breast into pieces. throwing them into a skillet with some oil and the red sauce packet that came with the ramen. you threw some salt and turmeric in, stir frying the chicken until it was fully cooked. 

you wondered where seonghwa was, looking around to see if he had sneaked up behind you, but no. he was nowhere in sight, just you and the black cat, lucy, he had. 

the feline purred as she wrapped around your feet, nuzzling her face against your ankle, licking at the skin. you giggled at the sensation, leaning down to give her a piece of cooked unseasoned chicken. she snarfed it down happily. 

with your attention away from the stove, seonghwa walked into the kitchen, turning the heat down under the noodles. 

“you’re cooking ?” he asked. you were startled, reaching up and looking back at him with shocked eyes. “don’t scare me like that !” you yelled at him. he smiled, stepping behind you as you went back to the stove. 

you combined all the ingredients together, putting them in one large skillet and stir frying the noodles together with the chicken, chopped scrambled egg, and the vegetables. you added a bit more seasoning and the rest of the sauce. 

seonghwa stood behind you, staring in fondness as he gripped your waist. “smells so good, baby.” he told you. you thanked him, glad he seemed to like the food you had made him (so far). 

“now go sit at the table. i’ll bring it to you.” you ordered him. he listened but not before taking the needed plates and utensils with him. four chopsticks, two bowls and glasses for water. 

you filled the pitcher with ice cold water and handed it to him. it was a lovely movement. the array of tasks you completed together. your actions and souls met together just like the perfect puzzle pieces. he kissed you tenderly as he grabbed the skillet of noodles from your hand and set it down on the table. 

as you both served each other, consoling each other as the spice hit the both of you right in the mouth, a presence watched from above. you were unaware of the eyes on you and seonghwa. he didn’t notice it either, too engrossed with the idea of you. 

-

seonghwa had a rendezvous with someone at a cafe. you asked him to stay safe and he did nothing but throw a silver and blue blade into the back of his jeans, kiss your cheek and walk out the door. 

he figured he didn’t wanna wreck another one of his cars so he used his wings. the feeling was a bit foreign to him after so many years and although, he was happy to gain them back, he preferred the leather seats of his expensive cars. 

he flew into an alley, walking out so he didn’t seem too suspicious to the various people walking around. he crossed the street quickly, walking into the cafe and soon coming in contact with the exact person he wanted to see. 

pulling a chair out, he stepped down to come face to face with his older brother. he had soft pale skin, broad shoulders and a puppy-like charm. 

“uriel.” seonghwa started. the other angels lips quirked up. “hello, samael.” he responded. the two angels exchanged small talk over a cup of coffee. uriel was always the sensible one. he used his brain over his power and it always seemed to aid him. this meeting seemed to be like one of his negotiations. except, this lacked the presence of millions of angels overlooking his decisions. 

“what human name do you go by?” seonghwa asked. yunho took a sip of his coffee, setting it down with a gentle thud and looking back up to meet his brothers eyes. 

“jeong yunho. it’s been a while with this name. i think i should change it soon.” he said. the angels voice was like chocolate. rings adorned his fingers and he held a great power to him, even seonghwa felt it. 

“i haven’t changed my name since 1922. i think you’ll be fine.” seonghwa said. yunho nodded, finishing the last of his coffee and setting it down in front of him. seonghwa scowled in disgust, looking aside at the sheer atrocity of sugar sitting at the bottom of the cup. 

“what did you wanna see me for ?” seonghwa asked. his eyebrow was raised as he took a sip from his dark, boiling brew. “i know you didn’t just randomly ask me for coffee.” 

yunho chuckled, “i came to speak to you about your recent activities.” seonghwa rolled his eyes. was this all these stupid angels wanted to know about ? he felt a slight twinge of jealousy within him but he brushed it away. 

“alastair attacked me yesterday and michael attacked me the day before. im glad you’ve got the brain to meet me with some class but what’s your guys’ issue?” seonghwa berated. 

“you’re a real special case, bozo.” yunho chimed. 

seonghwa nodded, “i’m well aware. is there anything else?”

“do you know why father hasn’t contacted you personally?” yunho asked. 

seonghwa raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms over his chest. he shook his head ‘no’ but asked yunho to enlighten him. after all, he was curious to know why his father had gone this long without him. 

he was also concerned with why his father intended on killing off his happiness despite already giving him a hoard of punishments.

“after you were banished, eve apologised for eating the fruit but father didn’t want to bring you back and after her sin, father banished her and adam as well. in her guilt, she asked michael to tear her soul in half.” yunho narrated.

seonghwa leaned in closer to listen intently, the story catching his attention. “go on..” he urged yunho. 

“with a torn soul, a majority of the humans conceived after were failures. it’s why cain killed abel. their souls weren’t whole.” yunho trailed off. 

seonghwa scowled in disgust. “so what the fuck does that have to do with me ?” 

yunho looked up in thought, then back down to connect with seonghwa’s eyes that slowly seemed to change in colour. 

“father isn’t aware of what michael did. after what happened to you, michael kept all his mistakes hidden from father. you promised him that you’d corrupt every single soul that he’d create, so ” yunho trailed off again. 

“so fucking what?” seonghwa retorted. he looked away, staring at the passing cars as he felt the blood in his veins boil. 

yunho seemed to be a tiny bit offended. he leaned in, fingers interlaced on the table as he looked at seonghwa with a dark glint in his eyes. “father’s under the impression that you’re the reason the souls are torn. he can’t repair a broken soul so he can’t reverse the damage that humans have been causing. he’s more pissed that you succeeded in your mission to ruin his little… earth project.” 

seonghwa didn’t want to listen to this anymore. he got up, grabbed his keys, and slammed a 50 dollar bill on the table. “enjoy your nasty ass coffee.” 

but yunho called after him, not caring about the various human heads that turned to listen to their conversation. 

“talk to him yourself, samael ! or else you’re gonna keep losing everyone you fall in love with!”

but seonghwa pushed his words away. he ignored the words that yunho threw at him. 

he was disgusted. he wanted to tear his brother apart. michael was going to meet his end. his eyes burned red in anger. 

michael was the reason he was blamed for all the things that kept happening. 

he couldn’t piece his mind together. 

he flew throughout new york city with fire igniting his body. flames licked his skin and the invisible wings behind him were also painted by flames. he truly looked like a man of fire. the man who held the rage of every living being. 

-

google was free. 

sometimes you wished it cost you a dollar per search, though. you wish you hadn’t gotten too curious about your boyfriends backgrounds. you wish you hadn’t open up your laptop and typed in “samael” into the search bar. 

you wish you didn’t click on all the sites that seemed to have some kind of information about the angel samael. 

your eyes widened as you scanned the words on the screen. ‘fallen angel, various names, corrupted humanity, found evidence.’ all the info startled you. you took a deep breath, taking a large sip of the ice cold water sitting on your desk. 

you closed the laptop shut, backing away from the desk. you put your head in your hands. there had to be some kind of mistake, you believed. if seonghwa truly was the devil, the fallen angel who corrupted humanity, why didn’t he tell you? 

there was only one way to find out and that was to directly ask him. there must have been a reason he was avoiding your questions about why he was a former angel and not a regular one like michael. 

there must be an explanation for the scars on his back. 

you decided that tonight would be the perfect time to ask. 

-

the silence in the room when seonghwa came back home was deafening. he was slightly annoyed. 

he left to go shower. his feet padding a little too loudly against the floor as he stormed off into his room. when seonghwa was out of sight, you decided to fix up the house a bit to appease him. 

you wanted to avoid the question until he calmed down so you did the job for him. there was no issue in doing a little housework while he was around to make him appreciate you. 

you felt wrong. it was a teeny bit manipulative but a little buttering up couldn’t hurt. you made him a small meal before he got back, cleaned up some of his laundry and fixed his sheets. he hid truths from you too, didn’t he? 

as soon as he walked back in, he let out a sigh of content before walking over to you. strong arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you into his body. you hugged back and wrapped your arms around his shoulders and pressed your cheek against his chest. 

his face was in your neck as he pressed small, sweet kisses against the soft skin. 

“where did you go?” you asked. 

“meeting with one of my brothers. he wanted to talk.” he spoke into your neck.

“what did you guys talk about?” you asked again. 

“i don’t wanna talk about it. let’s just say that my father’s been unknowingly blaming me for my brother’s mistake for the last 5,000 years.” 

your eyebrows turned down, a frown set on your face. you pulled away from your man, holding his face in your delicate hands. he peered upon you with adoration, looking at you with nothing but love in his eyes. 

within seconds, his brows furrowed once more. “are you alright? you seem a little tense.” he stated. your body went rigid but you did your best to hide it, put on a smile and fake it till you made it. 

“i’m perfectly fine, hwa. just busy with things in the office.” 

that seemed to convince him. the crease between his eyebrow soothed and he went back to looking at you with fondness in his eyes and a delicate hand on your body. 

“i love you.” he spoke as he gripped your wrist. when he spoke like this and looked at you with utter tenderness, you lost all the doubt you had in mind after finding out he was an angel. 

“i’ll love you forever.” you whispered to him. despite the new information, there was no reason for you to forget about him. if he hadn’t hurt you yet, you believed he wouldn’t do so in the future. with that, he pressed his lips against yours. the music you played in the back helped him sway you along to the beat of his heart. 

indila sang to the rhythm of ‘love story’ as seonghwa swayed you on his toes, leading you into the kitchen. 

“il n’est pas fou,” he sang into your ear. you smiled, feeling rejuvenated as he sang the lyrics of the french song tenderly to you. 

“non, non plus rien ne le retient.” you sang back to him. 

he pulled away from you, a smile so wide that his gleaming white teeth showed. the melody played in the back as you danced together, your hand on his shoulder, his on your waist and the rest of your five fingers intertwined with his. 

he spun you around and around, right under the glass chandelier that hung in his spacious apartment. 

“dans sa love story.” you sang together, a symphony erupting in your hearts. the beat playing from the speaker swelled your souls, love and reverence pouring into your joint home like a violent storm. 

“dans ma love story..” he saved the last few lyrics for himself, singing them to you as you stared into each others eyes. his were warm and soft, and he pulled you into his arms, holding onto you tightly. 

“hold on tight, baby.” he told you and suddenly, you felt the marble floor shy away from the pads of your feet. “s-seonghwa?!” you cried in shock, but he shushed you with a kiss to your lips. 

his hands wandered tighter around your waist and you gripped his shoulders with just as much force. as your lips slotted together with more force, the sudden feeling of wind rushing past you encased your body. 

you refused to open your eyes, just kissing the love of your life. the weather was warm and sunny, but never burning. you felt ecstatic as shocks spread out in your body. the wind blew past you and the scent of sky and rain filled your nose. 

“open your eyes, baby.” when you opened your eyes, you let out a loud scream. you were in contact with pink and purple clouds. the sun shined in the distance and it felt so close, you thought you could walk into the flaming ball of hydrogen gas. 

your feet touched the clouds but never touched anything you could ground yourself on. you let go of seonghwa suddenly, curiosity overtaking your senses. you felt the grip of his fingers on your waist; you knew he’d never let go. 

he lead you forward on the cloud and you walked along with the pink cotton-like formation. 

you laughed, joy encasing your mind as you stepped along. seonghwa smiled behind you, looking at you in adoration. 

“seonghwa, i’m literally walking on a cloud!” you told him enthusiastically. “i know, baby and it’s the ninth one too. you can finally say you’ve reached cloud nine.” he smoothed.

when you looked up and stared at your surroundings, you realized he was right. there weren’t many clouds in the purple-orange sky but the ones that were there, you could count on your fingers. 

you really were on the ninth one. 

“alright, hold onto me again,” he spoke behind you. you wish he waited a tiny bit for you but before you knew it, you were diving down again. seonghwa traveled faster than the speed of light. you dug your face into his neck, avoiding any of your own drool spilling out itno the atmosphere. 

when he stopped again, you were finally making contact with solid ground. you sighed in content and opened your eyes, only being met with more surprise. you stood on the tip of the empire state building. your eyes went wide and your breathing sped up in exasperation. 

as you looked far into the horizon, you saw the central park tower shining amongst the skyscrapers in manhattan. the one world trade center reflected the sun’s light off of it, shining it back onto the tourists that traveled towards the statue of liberty. 

seonghwa showed you new york in its entirety and from a perspective you never thought you’d see. 

talk about going on a date. 

“so beautiful.” you told him. he nodded, “you really are.” you laughed at his stupid joke, slapping his chest. 

“do you like this ?” he asked. you turned to look at him, pulling him down to meet your lips. he kissed back with just as much need, sliding his tongue against your bottom lip. 

“i love this.” you told him. pressing another kiss to his lips, you told him once again, “i love you.” 

-

asking seonghwa about the information you had found online, in the libraries, and at the local religious places in the city had proven to be difficult. 

how would you ask him ? 

‘hey man, i read this online. are you satan?’ you told yourself. 

you sighed in irritation. there must be a way you could approach him with this but you couldn’t understand how. you thought that maybe digging around in his apartment would prove to be fruitful but looking for the answers to samael were fatal enough.

it couldn’t hurt to try though. 

it all started with a fake stomachache on monday morning. he insisted on staying home for you, but you urged him to visit the office. you felt terrible lying to him like this, but this was a mystery you insisted on getting to the bottom of. 

“baby, you should really go today. it’s been a while since you’ve visited the office.” you cooed to him, holding his face in your hands. he held onto your wrist, looking at you with a somber and worried expression and a part of you felt like it was breaking. 

you felt so incredibly guilty for going behind his back like this. 

“but you’re si-“ he started, but you cut him off just as quick. “it’s just a stomachache. i’ll have a few tums and tea and i’ll be fine. don’t worry about me too much.” you assured him. 

the crease in his eyebrows hardened. “hm, okay. i trust you. call me if you need anything, okay ?“ 

‘i trust you.’ 

“yeah, i will.” you told him. he kissed your forehead, saying a quick bye and adjusted his cuff links before grabbing his car keys and leaving the house.

the second you watched his car leave the complex garage, you scrambled out of bed. you tip-toed towards his closet, trying to find something that seemed incriminating enough. 

you looked through the various expensive suits, expensive shirts, and cufflinks of every design that you could imagine. you felt the pockets for anything significant but to no avail. there was nothing within his clothes that you could find. you gave up on the lower closet, heading towards the higher cabinets instead. 

his room had closets and shelves that reached the ceiling. you grabbed the slideable ladder, moved up to the ledge, and climbed onto the ladder. there was a slight danger of you falling back down but you didn’t worry about it too much. 

you felt up the trousers and pants that he owned, touching up and down the pockets. it was still no help. you looked up and under and tried to check the insides of the closet. it wasn’t until you moved towards the end of the closet, feeling a bulge under the carpet. you crossed your brows in confusion. 

you felt the knob, feeling it through the thin material. you shined your flashlight onto the carpet. your eyes widened as you saw a seam on the side of the bump. you dug your fingers underneath it, feeling the hard sensation of a zipper below the seam, you lead your fingers to the end of it, finding the hook of a zipper and pulling it back. 

with a rough pull around a square-like piece of the carpet, you were met with a locked safe under the thin carpet. a lock with a combination was set into it. you frowned, wondering what it could be. 

maybe it was seonghwa’s birthday. you put in the numbers quickly, spinning and turning the lock. 04-03-98. you waited for a second to see if the lock would click but to no avail. the crease in your eyebrows hardened. you tried the next combination you could imagine.

10-24-18. it was allegedly seonghwa’s favorite number’s. they were set in a special manner and for some reason, you hadn’t figured out why. you turned and twisted the knob again, waiting for a second to see if you put it in right. you huffed in irritation, trying the same numbers again but the result was the same as before. 

you thought that maybe the third attempt would be a charm. you tried your own birthdate, clicking in the numbers, 02-22-22. this time, much to your joy, the lock clicked. you smiled in victory, grabbing the handle and pulling open the safe. 

a light emanated from the safe, it was blue and white. you almost felt blinded by the glow of it. squinting your eyes, you attempted to reach your hand into the safe. you felt nothing but when you took a closer look, you saw a silver and white handle with a blade that stretched a good meter down. 

reaching your hand for the handle, you lost sense of what you were doing. as your hand touched the handle of the blade, you felt a shock go through your body. your skin felt like it was on fire, a flame encasing the part of your hand that the blade touched. you cried in agony, losing your grip on the ladder and falling back. 

you prepared yourself for the impact of the hard marble floor and the feeling of your skull cracking but it never came. instead, you were met with the feeling of strong, warm arms holding your body. you rested against his chest, crying and feeling so guilty for what you did. 

the fire from your hand was still ignited, but it didn’t burn any longer. your tears kept flowing as the pain from before was still resonating within your body. he hugged you closer and closer, pulling your head against his chest. 

you gripped his shirt, setting it on fire as well. the fabric slowly burned off but seonghwa showed no sign of any kind of pain. he grabbed your hand, holding it in his. you felt a rush of power go through you and suddenly, the fire was extinguished. you sighed in contentment as the pain left your body, but your hand still felt like you dropped boiling coffee on it. 

“what were you thinking?!” seonghwa roared. you flinched under his loud voice, shaking as you pulled away from him. his lips formed into a thin line as looked at you. you couldn’t see any love behind his eyes, only the fury and rage and maybe a hint of disappointment. 

“i-i was ju-” 

“just snooping around my stuff, y/n?” he barked. seonghwa looked away at the ground, lowering his voice as he mumbled a soft, “that thing could have killed you.” 

“i’m sorry..” you cried, tears running down your cheeks. your eyes burned and your head filled with fire. you couldn’t stand the feeling of him being angry at you. you cowered under his eyes, trying to crawl away from him. he didn’t let you, though. he advanced forward, leaning over you as he held your face in his hands. 

“i just need you to tell me the truth on what you were doing, y/n.” he told you, calmly. despite his calm demeanor, you still felt like he spat your name like a curse. you took a deep breath, calming down as he wiped your tears away. his thumb caressed your cheek as he stared at you with sadness in his eyes. 

it pained him to see you look like this. your body radiated guilt and pain. “y/n… just tell me what’s going on. is it the stomachache making you do shit like this?” 

you shook your head, not bothering to look into his eyes. “then what is it?” he asked. you felt like a child being rebuked by her parents. 

“i know.” you cried, more tears slipping past your waterline. seonghwa’s eyes widened only for a second before reverting back to a thin line, squinting as he inspected you. 

“know what ?” he asked. 

“you’re the one that fell, right ?” you asked him. 

“what?” seonghwa asked. his eyebrows crossed in confusion as he looked down at your figure. “what do you mean?” his words came out fast and sped up. 

“the story of lucifer. the angel that fell from heaven…” you trailed off. seonghwa looked down, his lips forming a thin line. he didn’t bother looking into your eyes. he stayed quiet, not bothering to confirm anything. 

so you spoke further, “it’s true, isn’t it?” he still didn’t answer. you added fuel to the fire as you continued to speak. “michael called you samael, that’s who are, right?” 

“don’t fucking call me that.” he snapped. you flinched at his tone, backing away further into the corner of his room. “i am not samael.” he declared. “i haven’t been samael since father kicked me out of heaven.” 

seonghwa’s voice was slowly raising in volume. his eyes slowly changing in color to what seemed like a deep red. he looked incredibly angry, a crease between his brow and his lips pursed shut. the red glint in his eye didn’t scare you. you were already sure of what you had found. physical evidence was not far from your sight, though. the light of the sun peaking from behind a cloud shined through the windows of seonghwa’s apartment. the light reflecting off the dark marble floors and hitting the celestial perfectly. 

your eyes widened as you saw his shadow. the sun painted a horrifying picture against the wall of his bedroom. two horns grew from his head, a large pair of wings, sharp nails and his stature was so much bigger than before. there was a hooked tail peeking from the end of his spine but when you looked back at seonghwa, he just looked like a regular man again.

“so it is true..” you said in realization. your lip quivered as more tears threatened to spill. you were unable to face seonghwa and it seemed like so was he. the silence between you two was deafening. you felt bile rise in your throat, unable to handle what was in front of you.

“i think i need some time..” you told him. you got up from your spot, rising to your feet and slowly walking away. you felt the world crash around you when he didn’t even bother to stop you. it wasn’t like your other arguments. he always apologized but now you were almost at the door and you didn’t feel the heat of his fingers wrapped around your wrist. the pads of your feet dragged against the floors, moving further and further from where seonghwa stood. 

before you could open the door and leave, a grip on your wrist stopped you from completely leaving. you knew what he wanted, but you also knew you couldn’t give it to him right now. 

“leave me alone, seonghwa.” you told him, not bothering to even sound commanding. your chest flamed a bit in pride but you didn’t feel comfortable enough to go to him just yet. he cringed slightly as you used his full name; you rarely did. 

“please listen, y/n.” he said to you. you pulled your wrist from his hand, looking at him with slight disgust. “you lied to me.” you told him calmly, however you were anything but calm. you wanted to beat his chest, scream, cry and don’t know what else. all you knew was that you couldn’t be around him right now. 

he looked at you with a pained expression, letting you go as you grabbed your shoes and slipped them on. you didn’t bother getting your phone, just wanting to head out as fast as possible. 

the slam of the door shutting close was the que for seonghwa to unleash his anger. 

he screamed and yelled as perfume bottles and other cosmetics went flying off the dresser. they landed on the floor with a crash, many of the glass bottles breaking apart. seonghwa’s fist landed in the mirror, crushing the glass between his knuckles. he yelled in anger, cursing himself and anyone else he could blame for you leaving him. 

the bed frame broke as he pulled the footboard off, throwing it onto the floor. the curtains were ripped off their rods and the sunlight poured in more harshly. there was not an item left in his house that didn’t seem to be broken. clothes and bedsheets were torn to shards and the fruit basket laying on his dining table was now nothing more than skin and juice painting his floor in vibrant stains. 

all that remained in the end, was the broken angel laying amidst the mess. his knees pulled to his chest as he put his head down. tears escaped his waterline and fell down his red cheeks. broken sobs erupted from his chest as he shook on the floor, his sleeve and shirt torn from the seams. enochian glyphs tattooed onto his arm glowed a dark silvery hue, beating light at the same rhythm of his heart. blood stained his knuckles from punching everything that was in his way. 

his snot ran down to his mouth and he disgustingly wiped it off with his sleeve, looking up at the broken mirror that had somehow made its way to the floor without breaking more. 

seonghwa looked at his reflection, a rift formed in the center of the mirror that divided his face into three. he huffed as he saw the various forms of himself. 

the top piece showing his angelic form. he had four eyes instead of two and long hair. his eyes were entirely white and his skin was perfect. then he saw the side of himself that scared humans. the ugly creature responsible for corrupting humanity. charred skin and black horns, there were black wings behind him instead of the white ones. 

then lastly, the part of him that was a fake: a lie. his human form had dark raven hair that cascaded down to his eyes. his eyes shone a warm brown and his skin was as tan as the juiciest of olives. a diamond etched onto his canine tooth and not an ounce of celestial life found within him. 

he wished he was a human. if he was a human, there would be reasoning for all the things he’d do and if he didn’t have an easy life, there would be an easy means to end it as well. being an angel was difficult, being the devil was difficult and he wanted to be neither. there was slight irony in the fact that he wished to become exactly what he hated the most. 

seonghwa sniffled, hating how his life had amounted to something so embarrassing. he wiped his eyes away with the back of his sleeve, standing up in his large apartment. glass crunched under the males' feet. it crushed and broke into smaller pieces under his weight, useless in holding its own. 

he walked to the kitchen, grabbing one of the couple of wine glasses that weren’t shattered during his brawl with the house items. then, he walked straight to his giant wine cellar behind the cabinet; the one place that wasn’t absolutely debauched by him. 

he picked his oldest wine; the best one. he poured in half a glass, swirling it around the glass before walking back to his now dented stainless steel fridge and pulling out some ice. he cringed as he realized that he would now be throwing ice second to the wine and he wouldn’t get that wonderful crackling noise that humans (and him) enjoyed. 

nonetheless, he threw in the ice, swishing it around and cooling it before gulping it down all in one breath. he didn’t feel anything. 

so he grabbed the whole bottle and put it up to his mouth, drinking all of it down within seconds. this cycle continued until he had downed a total of four bottles of wine alone and more. seonghwa trudged around the wrecked apartment with his fifth bottle of whiskey. he was beginning to hallucinate and if he was human, he could’ve sworn he’d seen god himself. 

but since seonghwa was not human and he had already seen god, he saw other people instead. first, he thought he saw hongjoong standing in the broken mirror looking back at him. he smiled at him, showing off the cutest grin. seonghwa stared in shock, horrified that his old lover seemed to be standing right in front of him. 

however, when seonghwa looked down at hongjoong’s feet and then looked back up. his lover was up in flames. there were tears running down his face as he heard hongjoong’s screams from that night thirty-two years ago. he heard his cries as his body lit up on fire, his skin turning black as coal as the flames vitiated his body. seonghwa stepped back in shock, almost falling back onto the shards. 

fury enveloped his body as he grabbed the bottle of whiskey and violently lurched the bottle into the mirror, crushing it completely until it was nothing but tiny bits of glass on the floor. 

the celestial's breathing labored. his heart beat faster and faster until it felt like it was coming out of his chest. beads of sweat ran down seonghwa’s temple, making their way past his cheekbones as he tried to calm himself down. this was no way for an angel to leave, even if it was former. 

the hallucinations didn’t seem to stop there. in the reflective window’s of his apartment, he saw visions of you. you holding someone else's hands, you kissing someone else's lips, your eyes rolling back for someone else but these visions all got worse. the next was of a light being shone on your face as you stared back in shock, the next was a vision of you covered in blood and the next was of you in a casket. 

seonghwa swallowed, trying not to cause further damage to his apartment but as the visions slowly got worse, he slowly found himself projecting through the glass wall. it shattered into pieces easily and suddenly, he was in the air. the night was falling and stars began to appear in the sky. the lights of the skyscrapers in new york kept the night young for anyone as old as seonghwa. 

he flew over the buildings, searching and searching. he had to find you. 

-

leaving the apartment like this was one of the scariest things you’d done. you’d turned your face on the man you had loved and it felt like cutting into your heart with a searing hot knife. but you couldn’t ignore the fact that he was someone that humanity blamed for each and every negative thing. he was that from which even the worst of evils could not escape. 

so how could you ? 

you knew running off like this would not set him off your tracks but you needed air; you needed to breathe. you felt suffocated in that apartment of his and all the lies and truths it held. 

you headed to a bodega first, meeting with the well-known storeowner who let you off with a free pulparindo and 10 dollars that you promised to pay back by tomorrow. valeria was a generous woman. 

you walked down hunters point pier, heading to buy a ticket and you were lucky you had found one this late. paying the fare, you headed down to the ferry, deciding you’d get off at whatever stop seemed as little shady as possible. new york was unpredictable at these hours. 

but the idea that this ferry could be unpredictable never occurred to you. you didn’t think about the pink-haired man with a dimpled smirk and the brown-haired man with the irritated look on his face. you didn’t think much when they sat right in front of you but you had a lot to say when the man with pink hair flashed an alien-looking blade under his leather jacket. 

it was similar to the blade seonghwa held; the short silvery dagger with the ivory handle. your eyes widened as you turned to look at the cameras and saw that all of them were shattered and there was not a single soul on this ferry except the three of you and maybe the man who was operating this ferry. 

“hello, y/n. it’s finally nice to see the one who’s got my dear brother wrapped around her fingers.” the pink-haired male smirked at you, offering his hand for you to shake. “i’m alastair, or san if you prefer a more… human name.” you didn’t bother shaking his pale hand, keeping your fingers glued to your seat instead. 

his smirk dissipated as you refused to shake his hand. he pulled it back quickly as the male next to him chuckled a bit. the brunette didn’t offer his hand, instead, he manspread on the seat, his elbows gluing to each knee as his knuckles locked. 

“i’m ezekiel, or jongho. i go by both.” he smelled intoxicating and the smell that wafted off of him was even more superior. it made you want to faint and seemingly enough, you felt a little fuzzy. 

“when is the next stop?” you asked out loud as the ferry ride was beginning to feel longer than it should have been. you barely saw the way san smirked, his lips spreading over a pair of straight white teeth and two dimples showing on the sides of his handsome face. 

your vision got fuzzier, it got darker and darker as your lids felt heavier and heavier until you saw nothing at all. your body fell forward and off the grimy steel seat in a fit of unconsciousness and all you remember was a cheshire smirk and the strength of two arms holding you against a leather-clad chest. 

“next stop is heaven, my dove.” 

-

“don’t you think we went a little far, sannie?” jongho said, while using their human names. san clicked his tongue, shaking his head ‘no’. 

“remember the time seonghwa told on us for falling in love with humans and father eradicated both of them as punishment ?” san reminded him. jongho nodded, but still arguing in his elder brothers defense. 

“but brother was a narcissistic asshole back then. he literally abstained from anything and everything the first 3,000 years of his creation. it wasn’t until his banishme-“ 

san interrupted his younger brother again. “shh, we all know he went coo-coo for coco puffs after he kicked the bucket. murder, burning innocent villages and shaming people … pretty crazy, right ?” san argued.

“but still.” jongho protested. “you know our elder brother has had it rough for the last 5,000 years. i don’t think he deserves more.” jongho trailed off. 

at this point, the brothers quarrel had maddened san. soon enough, he was reaching over to grab the collar of jongho’s jacket, pulling him up. 

“shut your mouth, ezekiel.” san snapped. “father promised to turn me back into an angel if i brought our elder brother back to heaven. he doesn’t care if i do it honestly or deceive samael. father just needs our elder brother back in heaven.” san articulated. 

jongho let out a sigh, knowing there wasn’t much he could do against his demon brother. there was little that could be done for you as well. you lay in the back of his black jeep, being driven to a barren land where they could open a gateway to the celestial world and force your alive body through it. you wouldn’t be completely dead yet. 

as they approached a field covered in nothing but trees, jongho parked his jeep under a tree, getting out as san did the same. jongho opened the door to your side first, pulling your limp body out of the back. you weren’t tied up or even gagged; you couldn’t outrun a demon or an angel anyway. 

“she’s awfully pretty.” san snided. jongho nodded. “she looks a bit like his last lover. he seems to have a type.” 

“it’s not the looks that are the same, jongho. it’s the soul. use your horns, idiot.” san snarked. jongho rolled his eyes, terribly close to punching his demon brother a new one. he listened nonetheless, horns beginning to glow a stark white in the darkness of the field. 

jongho’s eyes opened and they were the same texture as his horns, glowing white and capable of scaring anyone who crossed his path. he stared at the weaving of your soul, pulling your body close to him to inspect the patterns that souls were made of. 

it was true. you were a reincarnation. jongho wasn’t quite sure why you had attached yourself to seonghwa again but he appreciated that at least someone was there for his elder brother. 

he thought of the man whose soul he had previously taken. a man named hongjoong who had the exact same soul. jongho remembered taking him to heaven during an explosion, pulling his life out of his body into the astral plane, and carrying it to a whole other existence. 

hongjoong was a beautiful man. he had the purest of souls and the brightest of smiles. his hair turned silver and his eyes turned blue. he was clothed in a stark white shirt and white pants, floating to heaven through the clouds as jongho guided him. 

but he was hesitant to leave. the soul stared back at the crying angel that clung to his burning body through the fire. he didn’t let go even once. hongjoong had second thoughts, telling himself he’d return to his lover one day or another. jongho smiled. 

souls rarely kept their promises, but hongjoong was special. jongho wished he could have left you with seonghwa and not helped his crazy fire-haired brother but now that he had fallen into his dark scheme, he couldn’t get out. 

an ordinary angel like him had nothing on a high-ranked demon like san. especially when he possessed the conscious of you. if san was even slightly provoked, he’d destroy your consciousness immediately, sending you into a world full of darkness and your physical body lying in a coma. 

so jongho did nothing as san looked up to the sky, holding his arms out as he prayed. 

“father,” he called out to the stars. “take this offering i’ve brought you. i know it’s quite the request to pluck a soul off the earth before it’s time, however, by committing this act, i ensure you the presence of your son.” 

lightening struck not even a second later. jongho didn’t flinch, neither did san. they stood together as the thunder roared in the sky. purple clouds overlapping each other and the thunder roaring loud enough to cause tremors in the mountains nearby. 

‘how does this ensure samael’s return to heaven?’  a voice came. 

“father, he cares for this human. samael has found love.” san yelled back. 

rain began to patter down on the ground, collecting in small dew drops on large plants. san smiled, he knew the rain would be a good sign if it didn’t get any heavier than now. san had no intentions of killing you but if he had to do it to get what he wanted, he could do anything. 

“samael will find his way to heaven on his own when she’s gone.” san said. jongho had enough. he stared at your limping body that san carried up to the sky. he held you like a trophy; it disgusted the angel. 

demons were filthy animals. 

“father-“ jongho intervened, “i beg your pardon, father but i must make a suggestion.” he started. san cut him off, throwing daggers at his brother with his eyes. 

“father, you want samael back. you mustn’t use the human, please. you know he won’t come back this way.” jongho begged. he begged for his brothers happiness, hoping it’d make a difference this time. 

san set you aside, kicking his brother center in the chest. the kick left jongho gasping for hair and slapping a hand on his chest. the impact sent jongho several meters away landing against a rock. he coughed up dust, groaning in pain at the kick. the rock imprinted angel wings and a humanoid figure; evidence of angels. 

“fuck-“ the brown haired celestial cursed. 

“you are not gonna get in my way!” san yelled. jongho growled back, pulling back a silver blade with an ivory handle. it was something all angels seemed to have. 

he grabbed the blade and pointed the end of it to his brother. 

“put her down, alastair.” jongho commanded. jongho should have known better than to order a demon. they barely listened to the king of hell, why would san listen to a measly angel ? 

“i’m not going to hurt her.” san growled back. he set you up against a rock, all while maintaining eye contact with jongho. 

“i don’t trust you.” jongho argued. san raised an eyebrow before rolling his eyes. “i don’t care about killing the human. all i know is that she’s key to bringing samael back to the silver city.” san yelled from across the field. 

jongho pursed his lip, thinking about what was gonna be made of your body if you entered the silver city while being alive. 

“what’s the worst that could happen?” san giggled, he threw his hands up with a coy smile playing at his lips. jongho rolled his eyes, “she can fucking disentigrate. our elder brother has gained his wings back so if he manages to get to us, we’re both dead.” jongho explained. 

“she won’t die. she’s the other half of eve’s soul, remember ?” san chided. there was truth to san’s words. you wouldn’t die so easy since you’d been in heaven before. 

many, many times before. 

“fine.” jongho complied. 

-

seonghwa crashed into a building when he lost your presence. he could no longer smell you. he could no longer feel you. how could he ? both of his brothers had carried you to heaven. your physical body laying in the back of their black jeep. 

you didn’t open your eyes until you felt the suffocating pressure of space squeezing around you. when you opened your eyes, they were faced with colorful galaxies all around. the stars that you could only imagine were now so close, you could almost touch them. 

but then you remembered that you couldn’t breathe and that you were in space and that you couldn’t feel your own body. at your panic, two arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you into whoever it was behind you. 

you tried to speak but no sound came out. you forgot sound didn’t travel in space. you looked behind you, coming face to face with the brown haired man you met in the ferry. your eyes went wide as you tried to push him away but you realized that when he let go, you suddenly found yourself falling out of control, floating somewhere that you couldn’t fathom. 

your arms flailed around and tears gathered in your eyes and suddenly, the man from before had four glowing white eyes, two sets of wings and he was so..so much bigger than you had previously seen. you fell into a trance as you made eye contact with the entity. he flew towards you, grabbing your wrist and pulling you into his chest once more and this time you didn’t try to set yourself free. 

‘you’re pretty.’ he told you. you gasped in horror as you realized you could hear him. 

‘sound doesn’t travel in space.’ you thought to yourself. you looked into his eyes with deep horror at what the hell he could have been. he had a warm smile on his lips as he tried to ease you into his appearance but it didn’t seem to work. 

‘you’re right. it doesn’t, which is why i’m speaking to you telepathically.’ he thought out to you. 

you nodded, thoughtless but thoughtful at the same time. ‘there’s not much to worry about here, y/n… other than the fact that you’re alive and still going to heaven.’ 

your eyes bulged out of your head at his words, shocked. you shook your head frantically, looking into his titanium eyes. 

‘don’t worry. it’s temporary. i honestly didn’t really agree with this plan but my brother, alastair has your consciousness. if he loses that then.. you’re as good as dead, sweetheart.’ he continued. 

‘where’s seonghwa ?’ you asked the angel. jongho’s smile beamed, showing off his pink gums. you thought it was cute. 

‘thank you. i do believe i’m the cutest one in heaven.’ he joked, poking a finger into the dimple on his cheek. your cheeks reddened as you realized he could actually hear your thoughts and currently no idea of yours would be private to him. 

‘and your boyfriends on earth. he’s looking for you, y/n.’ he explained with a grim smile that seemed to upset him more than anything. you looked down at yours and his feet, watching as the earth had become nothing but a dot and the sun a miniscule star. 

‘will i get to go back to earth?’ you wondered to him. he nodded, pulling you closer to him as the gates of the silver city approached. you pressed further into him, unable to handle the sheer brightness coming from the gates. clouds passed by you as jongho’s wings flapped. they flew faster and faster as you two made your way past the gates. clouds encased the ground and you honestly weren’t even sure if there was a ground. 

but jongho set you down slowly and your feet touch titanium white marble. the stone was shined to a point of reflection and you realized that you were dressed in nothing but a clean white tunic that went just below your knees. you wore white fluffy slippers and your hair was pulled back in a clip.

simple but it was enticing enough for your lover. if he’d seen you in heavens clothes, he would’ve gone mad.

‘is this heaven?’ you thought, but this time you heard a voice from your ears. no longer was jongho speaking to you telepathically. “yes, it is.” he smiled. your eyes went wide. large white stone pillars stood everywhere and celestials walked amongst you. they nodded their heads at you, smiling at the entry of a human.

demons walked amongst you as well. their wings were black and bat-like and they were black leather compared to the taller statures of the angels walking around. they were the size of avatars with wing spans that reached almost forty-feet. some angels had more than one set of wings. you watched as they all came in different sizes but none of them resembled an average human. 

they wore white bodices and a majority of them had blonde hair with white glowing eyes. amongst some of the crowd, you could spot some brunettes, gingers and angels with crazy hair colors like hot-pink. 

hot pink hair reminded you, “where’s san?” you asked jongho. jongho pointed up far towards a building. it was made of white, reflective glass and was jointed together with white stone. it was the tallest of buildings in heaven and you wondered what was there. 

“what is he doing there?” you asked jongho, looking up at him in wonder. he smiled warmly back at you, holding your tiny hand in his as he led you down the polished white streets of the silver city. 

“he’s meeting with god.” he responded to you. the mention of the god almighty sent a shiver down your back. your eyebrows rose and your eyes widened as you realized that you might even get to meet him on this endeavor and he would either smite you and send you to hell or you’d get to stay in the silver city or mayb-

“you’re not dead, y/n.” jongho reminded you. a crease formed between your brows. “what does that even mean if i’m literally in heaven?” you asked him with a pout. 

“it means that you’re alive. your current body is on earth. it’s not dead but let’s just say… you’re in a coma. you won’t wake until we return you to earth.” jongho articulated. you nodded, rubbing your arm nervously and wondering how the fuck you even ended up in this situation. 

“why did you and san bring me here anyway?” you asked him. he looked down, putting his hands in his pocket as he crouched down further to you, like he was trying to avoid the other angels from hearing this bit of information. 

“you see, father wants samael back.” he explained. you nodded for him to continue, listening to him with intent. “do you think someone that has all the power in the world would be egotistic?” he asked you. 

you thought of the question for a few seconds before articulating an answer. “yeah, of course. if you’re referring to god and god, please don’t smite me for saying this but if i had control over every single element in the entire universe and had countless humans worshipping me and countless angels and demons working for me… yeah, i’d be pretty fuckin’ full of myself.” 

jongho laughed at your explanation. “it’s true. he can be pretty full of himself. sorry, dad but you know it’s true.” jongho muttered. 

“anyway, father is too full of himself to return samael- sorry, seonghwa- his powers. it’s been difficult without him in heaven to keep control of all the angels and it’s even worse when you’ve got demons that keep making deals with humans. then, he went on a killing spree for 32 years an-” 

“what?! a what spree?!” you asked and a bit too loudly for jongho as he cringed inward and other angels stared to look at you two. “a killing spree. did he not mention it to you?” he asked. 

you shook your head no, eyes wide and eyebrows raised to the sky as you realized your boyfriend was also probably an infamous killer. the information took a few minutes to settle in but after realizing that since he was the big bad devil after all, it would make sense if he had murdered people. 

“continue.” you told jongho. he nodded, “anyway, there’s that and also, father blames him for human failures.” 

“what are human failures?” you asked him. he sighed and flubbered his lips as he continued to explain. “human failures are the children of eve. imagine them as bad eggs… or apples? but basically, when our brother was first kicked from heaven, eve felt guilty. she was the first human and she was created with a slight flaw: a lack of self importance.” 

“most humans these days are full of themselves, but eve? eve believed each problem in heaven was her fault. she took it upon herself to face punishment after brother was banished. she asked michael, or yeosang, to tear her soul in half.” 

“what would that do?” you asked him. 

“she thought that by tearing her soul, she’d be getting rid of the bad part but the whole thing backfired. instead of getting rid of her flaws, she lost half of her soul forever.” he said grimly, but a slight smile twitched at his lips regardless. “her and adam ended up conceiving human failures. cain and abel were one of them. cain killed abel over the idea that father favoured abel’s sacrifice more than cain’s. cain was a failure who’s jealousy got to him.” 

jongho could visibly see the gears grinding in your head and it made a part of him giggle. “so.. all humans that show emotion were failures?” you asked. jongho nodded. “pretty much. i know it may seem odd to you since todays earth has normalized all forms of emotions but back then, humans were created for the sole purpose of worshipping god and creating a world. they weren’t supposed to have emotions.” he explained. 

“do you agree with what yeosang did?” you asked him. he looked up at the blue sky, “i mean, i agree with having emotions but yeosangs actions worsened consequences for seonghwa. it angered father more than when seonghwa told him that he’ll corrupt every human on earth.” 

“father believes seonghwa is responsible for the all the corrupt humans that were born till this day. when in reality, the only corrupt ones that he is responsible for is the ones he took upon himself personally.” 

“oh.” you said, flatly. “well, i thought god knew everything.”

“he does. he’s just been… he’s gotten a little old.” jongho continued. “father hasn’t been doing well for quite some time now. he’s been making mistakes and there’s someone that needs to take charge after him.” 

“is that why you need seonghwa?” you asked. jongho didn’t answer right away. he let you ponder for a few minutes before articulating an answer that seemed to satisfy you enough. 

“i don’t believe he’s going to do the job, or is even fit enough. he’s got temperament issues and he’s too busy with himself. he has the power but i know my brother doesn’t care about being worshipped and in the modern world, religion is just a concept to get some humans to fall into a line. that, or it’s something for humans to hold onto when they’re desperate.” jongho explained. 

you nodded, knowing you had no option but to face whatever would come to you. so far, you didn’t fear for your life too much. jongho was nice enough and you believed that seonghwa wouldn’t let you get hurt. 

but the thought of seonghwa raised feelings of guilt in you. it made you think of his painful screaming as you heard glass shatter the second you slammed the door to his penthouse. but he had lied to you. there was no excuse for that. 

“it’s not an easy thing to tell, y/n.” jongho chimed. you stared up at him in thought but he looked at you with his crinkling eyes and beaming grin. his gums showed once again and the sight of his contagious smile made you smile too. 

the thought of seonghwa went to the back of your head for now but nothing could stop you from worrying about him. 

you hoped that you’d get to see him one more time before anything happens. 

-

“i need to know where she is.” seonghwa said calmly, but in his hand there was a blue flaming sword. his demeanor was as cold as his tone and the angel in front of him also seemed to be in bad position. 

the blonde, freckled boy begged for mercy. his nose bled golden and he had more than enough dislocated body parts. 

“cut the bullshit, cassiel.” seonghwa spat. he grabbed the angel by his hair, holding his head up so they could meet eyes. “you know every single thing that goes on in heaven. you’ve been a nosy bastard since the beginning of time and now you suddenly don’t know shit?” seonghwa barked. 

the edge of the blade pressed against the angels pale neck. his eyes red from the incessant crying that was beginniing to get on seonghwa’s nervous. 

“i don’t know anything, brother. i swear.” he begged, his childish voice turning whiny as he begged seonghwa to give him his life. “you are so pathetic, cassiel. crying like a measly nephilim without wings. i don’t understand how father gave you such an important position in heaven.” seonghwa’s words cut deep into the angel just like the blade that was slowly digging into his neck.

“i say you start talking. begging won’t get you anywhere.” seonghwa commanded. cassiel cried further. his head hung low and tears fell past his cheeks. his arms had become sore by being hung up so far against the wall. 

“i only know one thing.” he trailed off. his voice was weak and will almost destroyed by his elder brother. seonghwa’s ears perked up. he felt a hope rise in his stomach as cassiel continued to speak. 

“i’m not sure if you know this, brother. it isn’t about the human but i think it may help you.” cassiel blurted out. 

“talk.” 

“father’s been trying to get you to return to heaven for years now. he… he misses you..” cassiel trailed off. he could no longer look his brother in the eye. seonghwa scowled in his disgust, his lips twisting in sheer anger. 

“i believe father appointed alastair to aide him in helping you return to heaven and by doing that, they took the human. i believe she is in heaven. my connection with heaven is stronger and my aura tells me eve has arrived back to heaven.” 

“eve has been dead for years, what do you mean she’s back?” 

cassiels eyes widened. he looked at his brother with shock. he slowly tried to balance on his feet and look back up. 

“you don’t know, do you?” cassiel asked. seonghwa raised his brow, wondering what the fuck was going on. 

“the human is half of eve’s soul. she’s been following you since five millenia.” cassiel whispered. 

fire filled seonghwa’s head at the revelation. he didn’t believe it but a fury encased his person. 

“didn’t realize you were a liar along with being nosy.” seonghwa vocalized. cassiel sighed. 

“i don’t care if you take me seriously or not. i don’t care if you kill me at this point. it’s the truth. eve tore her soul in half in order for you to be accompanied by a celestial when you were on earth. eve was the closest to a celestial that a human could have been. she was created for you before she was created for adam.” 

seonghwa rolled his eyes. “just shut the fuck up.” he barked at the angel.  it didn’t seem like cassiel gave much of a fuck about his brothers demand though because he continued to harangue his elder brother. 

“heaven hasn’t been the same without you. father made life on earth for you difficult so you could beg him to return you to the silver city.” cassiels voice was slowly growing louder and louder, his anger being injected into each word as he went on. 

“if you think life was hard for you on earth, imagine when he eradicated jericho for asking for a new tunic. or when he demoted alastair for speaking out for you. or when he told ezekiel that he was his worst son after you.” cassiel spat out the name of each angel at seonghwa’s feet. 

it burned his heart to say all this. 

seonghwa inhaled through his nose, trying to fight the urge to yell and scream at his little brother but he knew if he did, that would be him being selfish. 

“i’ll come and untie you after i go meet with michael.” 

-

“michael?” seonghwa yelled throughout the corridor of the large building. it was still under construction and there was nothing lying around but open structures and debris. 

seonghwa moved further down the hallway, hoping he’d come in contact with the blonde angel. he kicked the debris out of his way, clearing a path for himself. 

in a way, it was fitting. a clean path for a man as grand as him was deserved, even if he had fell from his crown. 

seonghwa raced around the building, growing tired of looking like an idiot. yeosang had asked to meet here and now he was nowhere to be found. 

“michael ?!” seonghwa yelled. his voice echoed right back to him, louder than he’d expect it to be. seonghwa’s hair stood up as he felt a presence behind him. 

his back straightened up as he felt the tip of a sword behind him. it was ice cold. just how seonghwa’s sword was beyond hot with blue flames, yeosangs was ice cold to the touch. enough to cause frostbite with the slightest touch to a human and freeze over seas. 

“you called, elder brother.” yeosang spoke. his voice was deeper than seonghwa’s and silky like blended cream. 

“i find it funny that you address me with such respect whilst holding a sword to the back of my neck. shows what kind of person you are.” seonghwa quipped. 

a tight lipped smirk graced yeosangs lips as he settled the blade down. 

“i’ve become a bit like you since you left heaven.” yeosang deadpanned. his sword was tucked away and so was his cautiousness. 

he stepped further to press his hands to seonghwa’s shoulder blades. his delicate, veiny fingers touched the skin of seonghwa’s shoulders. they trailed down to his back like they were destined to go there. 

the blonde celestial touched the jagged skin that had never seemed to heal in the last five millennia. as yeosang caressed the scars, seonghwa flinched. 

it was the first time they’d been touched by someone else and it was ironic that it was the person responsible for them. 

“what are you doing ?” seonghwa questioned. his tone was threatening but his body wasn’t. it’s like his soul yearned for someone to acknowledge the pain he had endured. the pain of being stripped of your title, your crown, your abilities and be thrown into a barren land where you had nothing. 

a tear fell past yeosangs blue eyes. it was stark white and had a glittery look to it. it stained the celestials tunic and fell down to the ground, burning through the concrete. 

yeosang felt the pain as he placed his hands on the scars. he took in all the pain for himself, sharing what his brother had been going through all by himself. 

“samael.” yeosang cried. his voice shaky and guilt-filled. 

his sobs became more intense and slowly seonghwa’s own body filled with dread. he had never been able to see michael, uriel, alastair or ezekiel cry. they were his brothers and their tears had been like weights on his body. 

“i’m so sorry.” yeosang cried out. his voice was loud as he pressed his forehead against the back of seonghwa’s neck. seonghwa stiffened as he felt his brothers hot tears. 

“i’m so sorry, brother.” the blonde babbled. his hands folded over seonghwa’s shoulders, squeezing them as he wailed out loud. 

angels never cried, but when they did, the whole world burned down to their feet. that’s how seonghwa felt. he felt like burning down to his brothers feet. 

seonghwa placed a hand over his brothers, quietly consoling him. he didn’t have the words to reduce yeosangs tears. 

“i’m responsible. i’m responsible for everything you went through. i made it worse. i’m s-so so sorry.” yeosang rambled. 

“is it true what you did ?” seonghwa asked him. the thought of yeosang’s doing with eve. had yeosang really listened to the command of a human even if it had been against their fathers will ? 

“did you tear eve’s soul in half, brother ? are you the reason that father believes i corrupted humanity ?” seonghwa repeated. yeosang sobbed harder. he could barely speak, just wetting the back of his brothers shirt. 

seonghwa felt yeosang nod his head. the raven haired man sighed in defeat. he wasn’t sure what to say. he wasn’t sure if he should be angry or if he should forgive his brother. 

nothing could compensate what yeosang did but no fire burned for yeosang in seonghwa’s body. 

“i-i did what she asked m-me to do.” yeosang sobbed. his broken cries barely heard from the tears he had been choking. 

“where is the other half ?” seonghwa asked. his demeanor was terrifyingly calm and it scared yeosang just a bit. there was no telling what seonghwa might do. 

yeosangs sobs lightened at the mention of the lost soul. he pulled away from his brother, stepping around to face him instead. yeosang couldn’t meet his eyes, too ashamed to admit what he’d done. 

“the human.” yeosang muttered. 

seonghwa pursed his lips, annoyed with the ambiguous answer. “which human ? there’s 7 billion of them.” 

“your human… y/n.” yeosang trailed off. “she’s the other half of eve’s soul. the one who’s accompanied you since the beginning of your time on earth.” yeosang informed. 

seonghwa swallowed, taking in the information. his head and eyes burned and he could barely process in this information. he was scared he might vomit. 

“you’re saying that she’s the closest human to a celestial?” seonghwa asked. yeosang sighed and nodded, not having the strength to deny, fight or lie to his brother. 

“and is it true that dad blames me for the failed race of humans ? the bad apples ?” seonghwa asked once more. 

yeosangs response was the same as the first question. his eyes were glued to his shoes and the stupid sage green pebble near his foot had become an easy source of entertainment. 

“and you’re the one responsible correct ? and you hid this from father ?!” seonghwa yelled. his voice was raising in volume and slowly getting angrier. 

yeosang cowered in front of seonghwa’s taller stature. leaning back as seonghwa got closer to him. 

“and you allowed me to take the punishment of your mistake ?” the raven haired man’s voice was icy cold and emotionless. he was beyond angry now. the calm demeanor from earlier had began to dissipate. 

“i did, brother.” yeosang replied quietly. 

seonghwa’s veins glowed white. all of him glowed: his eyes, the enochian glyphs on his arms and the horns had rarely showed. 

“you dare cry for mercy in front of me, michael ?” seonghwa snarled. 

“brother-“ 

“save it.” seonghwa snapped. 

“you are nothing to me.” seonghwa spat, his voice icier than michaels blade. “you allowed me to suffer. you allowed hongjoong to die. you allowed me to suffer !” he yelled. 

yeosang turned away, unable to articulate any response. he shut his eyes, tears slowly turning red. they mixed together with the white and formed an ugly pink myriad of streaming tears. 

the blonde fell to his knees. he tipped his head down, admitting defeat in front of his brother. he placed his hand behind his back, crossing them together. 

“kill me, please.” yeosang begged. his voice no longer shaky but confident and sure. he wanted to die. there was no reason for him to live, especially when the truth of his endeavors hit seonghwa. 

seonghwa looked down at his brother. he inhaled through his nose, trying to restore sense in his brain. it was difficult, though. 

seonghwa could barely stop himself when his own flaming sword found its way under yeosangs chin. the tip of the sword forced yeosang to stare back up at seonghwa. 

“i like that you’re begging for forgiveness, you piece of heavenly scum.” seonghwa spat. 

they looked into each other’s eyes. he was ready for death. the one blade that could eradicate an archangel was in seonghwa’s hands and if he decided to use it, michael would never be found again. 

the balance of heaven would be thrown off even further and even god himself couldn’t bring him back. 

“i don’t deserve to live.” yeosang whispered. his tears were now blood red, darkening as they continued to run down his cheeks. 

“i’m the reason your life was worsened.” he continued.  “it’s better if i die now.” he admit. yeosang’s words cut deep into seonghwa’s heart but seonghwa couldn’t bring himself to care. he didn’t want to, far too muddled in rage and revenge. 

“michael, you realize that i’d be ending your life, correct ?” seonghwa asked him. yeosang nodded, “i’m aware. that’s why i’m asking.” he whispered. seonghwa’s soul twitched. it was like a piece of him didn’t want to fully go through with this. 

“i suggest you speak your last words then, my brother.” seonghwa commanded. 

yeosang looked up at seonghwa. his eyes were darkened. they were no longer the soft baby blue like they usually were. they were dark as the southern ocean. they were icy and violent like the storms that overthrew even the largest of ships. 

he was turbulent. 

“father always loved you. there was never a moment that we didn’t feel your absence. there was never a moment where we never shed tears for you. we know every step of your journey on earth-” 

“stop lying.” seonghwa snarled. “he does not love me. he only loved me while i was his slave. i can’t believe you choose to lie even at the brink of death.” seonghwa articulated. 

“i hope the empty enjoys feasting on your grace.” 

with that, the blade of the sword cut into yeosang’s neck. it burned his skin, the blue flames encasing his body as he began to turn blue. yeosang choked on his own blood, eyes rolling back until they saw the empty just a distance away. 

but as yeosang began to burn and seonghwa watched with tears in his eyes, a voice came from above. 

it boomed with great power and seonghwa seized. his body thrown into the air as he levitated towards the sky. seonghwa’s eyes turned colorless as they always did when celestial abilities showed in him. the clothes of earth burned off of him, heavens tunic replacing him instead to protect his modesty. 

seonghwa’s lips fell apart. a white glow making it’s way down his lungs. his essence was being returned to him. he felt better than when he touched his sword. he felt his bones crunching as they broke and molded back together again. he grew in size, skin stretching and suddenly, the angel groaned in pain. he screamed as he grew to his full size. 

any normal human would have passed out at the sight but yeosang watched it all, gripping his bleeding throat and trying to scream past the turbulent winds. the lightening bolted across the sky, painting it purple. the thunder roared above the angels screaming. the ground shook and dust fell from the structure they were in. 

yeosang felt the heat still burning his throat but his hand was ice cold. he reached into his esophagus and swatted the flames away, the gash in his neck closing up within seconds. 

his hands were covered with golden and scarlet blood, dripping all over the ground. 

he watched with red, tearful eyes as his brother returned to his celestial form. his bones grew and tore past his human skin. the structure of three sets of wings sprouted from his back. 

yeosang’s eyes widened. samael only had two wings, and now he had been blessed with a set of three. seonghwa’s black raven hair slowly turned a dark silver, it grew down to his shoulders. another pair of eyes grew under the ones he already had; they didn’t open. 

seonghwa grew three times his size. he was giant and towering around 18 feet. he was much larger than yeosang’s angel form. his largest wing span reached around 60 feet and yeosang was thankful that the building was more than spacious. if not, the structure of his wings alone was enough to tear down the building. 

seonghwa fell from the height he had been levitated to. the building shook and nearly collapsed at his weight. as the dust cleared and the storm outside died down, yeosang moved closer. 

his throat had closed up but the blood still tainted his bodice. there was evidence of his injury from the small scar that showed up on his healed neck. the blonde angel waved his hand, trying to clear the dust away. 

he coughed as he manouvered closer to his unconscious elder brother. yeosang was slightly scared; he was unsure of his fathers motives. there would not be an empty reason to return samael his full celestial body. 

as he was just about to voice his concerns, the voice from earlier spoke again. 

“i command you both to return to heaven.” 

yeosang froze. his eyes whitened as he looked upon his fathers word. he left his brother, not bothering to further check on him. it wasn’t like he’d need it anyway. seonghwa’s eyes darted open not even a second after his fathers command, all four of them. 

his full fledged wings tore past the thick flooring, not even bothering to avoid the floors like yeosang had. however, seonghwa was much faster. his wings provided more speed and yeosang scowled as he struggled to match up with his brother despite getting a headstart. 

but they flew past the atmosphere together, darting past the solar system and making it out of neptunes orbit within the speed of light. they flushed past the galaxies and they seemed  to be all but a blur of rainbow lights in the black space of nothing. 

seonghwa’s eyes painted a white glow as he flew with swiftness, leaving his younger brother in his flank. they approached the gates of the silver city at record speed, not even bothering to pause at the angels that all watched them in confusion. 

many barely recognized seonghwa, but the angels that remembered him felt his heavy presence. their mouths fell open as they stared at the fleeting white figure that headed straight for where the universes creator resided. screams of surprise and terror erupted amongst the crowd. souls drifted from the angel they were accompanied by and flew across the sky, trying to catch whiff of the forgotten angel. 

“samael? samael, is that you?” an angel yelled. he seemed to be the only one capable of matching his speed. after all, raphael was the only one gifted with more than 2 sets of wings. 

seonghwa looked to his left, looking at raphael in the eyes but not bothering to stop for him. currently, he only had one mission: you and god, himself. 

seonghwa didn’t bother stopping in front of the entrance of the building. instead, he flew right past the barrier of glass from the dome like roof. shards struck the skin of the angels that were inside. they all stared in horror as they saw seonghwa. his body was much larger than they had remembered. 

“where is he?!” seonghwa’s voice roared above the hoard of angels gathered in the titanium white building. 

no angel had the nerve to answer him. none of them opened their mouths but the tiny human who stood amongst the crowd, hand in hand with an angel that resembled a teddy bear. 

“seonghwa..” you whispered. at the slightest prospect of your voice, seonghwa turned to you. you couldn’t tell if he was even focused on you; his eyes had no pupil or iris. 

he tilted his head in confusion, staring at your tiny body who was still huddled by giant angels and demons. 

“y/n?” he asked. you slipped your hand from jongho’s, running past the angels and finding your way back to your lover. he held you in his hand, caressing your face with the tip of his finger as a tear slipped past both your eyes. it hit the ground at the same time and you were almost washed away by the giant tear drop. 

“i thought you were gone.” seonghwa cried. you shook your head, lips jutting out in a pout. “i was brought here by san and jongho.” you told him. you pointed at the two celestials that stood amongst the crowd. jongho looked up at his brother with slight anticipation, unsure if he should intefere with you and your lover. 

san stood right next to jongho. his hair was no longer pink and he no longer wore the leather skins that hell had provided him with. his wings were no longer bat-like and he too, had gained the cloths of heaven. san’s hair was blonde but dirty at the roots.

you pressed yourself closer to seonghwa as san rolled his eyes at you. 

seonghwa searched for the angels in the crowd, smiling slightly as he saw jongho but scowling as he spotted san again. your lovers lips pursed together. he took a step forward, meeting jongho’s eyes. jongho was a few feet shorter than seonghwa, but matched heights with san and yeosang. he stared up at his brother and gulped, unsure of what he may do. 

“where is father?” seonghwa asked. 

jongho’s eyes widened, eyebrows pulled together as he led seonghwa and you down a large hallway. the angels didn’t bother following you, only san and you spotted yeosang flying at the height of the building. 

he followed as well, shuffling into a grand room that was probably larger than your entire neighborhood combined. a grand set of stairs led up to a throne but you couldn’t see anything. you didn’t notice the angels around you going into a trance as they all fell to one knee. you watched in shock as seonghwa’s fist nearly crushed you as it fell past his shoulder. you slowly turned, staring in shock as all the angels around you had taken the same position. 

you knew what was happening. you could feel it. you could feel him. 

without another word, you assumed the same position your lover was in. you wouldn’t dare show your eyes to god himself. it didn’t matter if you had believed in him before or not, at this moment, you fell to your knees. 

“father.” seonghwa spoke. he looked up, position still on one knee and both fists kissing the floor. although, seonghwa had assumed a position of surrender, his tone and eyes were anything but. you could see anger and resentment in the silver-haired angels eyes. 

a voice spoke from above and you shook with goosebumps, each of your hairs standing. you felt your ears pop and a steady wet stream could be felt falling past your earlobes. 

“samael.” the voice spoke. “it’s been a while, hasn’t it?” the voice questioned. 

seonghwa looked to the side, slowly standing up. you couldn’t see what he was looking at but his eyes slowly returned to the empty throne in front of you all. you figured that a human like you must’ve been the only one incapable of seeing god and for some reason, you were okay with that. 

“why did you bring me back, father?” seonghwa asked. it didn’t seem like your lover was here to play games; they’d been wicked enough to him. 

“i just wanted to see my son.” he spoke back. 

“i’m not your damn son. i stopped being your son five thousand years ago.” seonghwa snarled. his voice held venom in it and it was louder than that of his father. 

“insolent child.” the voice muttered back

a laugh erupted from seonghwa’s chest. it resonated from deep within, echoing in the large hall. he laughed so hard that tears began to crowd at the corner of his eyes. seonghwa hugged his stomach as cowered in front of the throne.

seonghwa laughed so hard that his laughter began to morph into loud, painful sobs. he reminded you of the joker for just a moment. the tears fell down mercilessly, laughing so hard that he was practically sobbing. the other angels watched in shock, including you as you realized how insane your lover looked. 

the cried were high-pitched, accompanied with painful sobs. you felt his pain resonating from his chest. 

seonghwa slowly looked up, not bothering to wipe his tears away from his face. they fell down next to you in small puddles, drenching the edge of your fluffy white slippers. 

“you ruin my life and now call me insolent?” seonghwa asks between his tears. “and your son, michael, tells me that you love me. what a liar he turned out to be, huh?” 

“don’t blame michael for your shortcomings, samael.” his father told him. 

you watched the conversation flow, looking back and forth as they exchanged some kind of word that resulted in seonghwa crying harder than he was before. 

“you used to love me!” he screamed. “i was your favorite ! and you gave me up for those humans. you loved them more than you loved me, father!” seonghwa screamed. 

his voice was so loud that the building shook and the glass surrounding the hall cracked. your ears bled red but you didn’t care. you didn’t care about blood when the love of your life was losing his mind in front of you.

you felt guilt rise within you, thinking of all the things you said to him while you were on earth. you thought of the trashed apartment and how you caused that. there was nothing more that you could regret than walking out on him. 

“you resisted my word!” god shouted. 

“and you disregarded mine!” seonghwa bellowed. 

hot, angry tears poured past his waterline and you cringed after realizing how red it was. you bet it burned. 

“i listened to every single one of your commands like it was my own, son. i took your word most seriously amongst all the angels in heaven, even michael.” the entity reasoned. 

seonghwa gripped his head, sobbing and crying like a mad man. “but what did you have to show for it in the end? all you did was continue to hurt me. i was happy with hongjoong.” 

seonghwa’s voice was filled with pain. it had begun to sound sore and tired, a hoarseness encasing it. 

“you were needed in heaven.” 

“so you made me suffer for another three decades ?” you could hear the disbelief in his voice. “i thought you were god. the all-knowing and shit ! could you not have just asked? or was your ego too fucking big?!” the raven haired celestial shouted. 

“did your ego eat you up so much that you killed all my happiness on earth so i could beg you to bring me back?” he whispered. 

you gulped, unsure if this must insolence was even allowed between god and his sons. 

no response came from the throne. silence spread out like thick butter on cold toast and it was enough to cut through. 

“i just wanted my son back.” the voice said quietly. you could sense the shame and guilt laced in his voice. it was terrifying to you. how could fear lie in the voice of the entity that knew all? 

“you didn’t want your son back. you wanted an heir back.” seonghwa snapped. 

“was michael and raphael not enough for the job ? you even had azrael at your command. why did you need me so bad, dad?!” seonghwa asked. his voice laced with sadness and longing. 

“just tell me once without making it seem like you hate me.” his whispered. 

no answer came for the longest of time. you felt the tension and you felt so out of place.

but since no response came, seonghwa continued to speak. 

“i doubt you were unaware of yeosang’s deed with eve. you were at your prime when adam and eve were created. were you really that blind that you thought i was truly responsible for corrupting every human?” he asked. 

no response even now. 

“you punished me for what, huh? because you enjoyed it? i bet you loved killing hon-” 

“i regretted what i did.” he spoke. your eyes widened and so did the eyes of the four angels surrounding you. their eyebrows rose and even yeosang descended from where he had been flying. he came and stood at your side, a safe distance between you and him. 

the silence was shattered by the painful voice of the cosmic being surrounding you. 

“i wish i never banished you, my samael. i wish i wasn’t so blind in my desire to create humanity. i just wanted you to return.” you heard the pain in his voice and you felt your own tears slip down your cheeks. 

you felt so out of place in this conflict between a son and his father. you wanted out so bad but not an inch of you dared to move. 

seonghwa stepped forward, standing to his full height with his shoulders back. it seemed like he had no tears left to cry. “you just wanted me to return? because you missed me?” seonghwa asked. 

he could see his father look down at the floor in guilt and god forbid, shame. you couldn’t decipher it, though. you were unable to see him. god sighed in defeat, admitting that all he had done in the last five thousand years was needlessly punish his other sons for the absence of his oldest. he had caused hell in heaven just for wanting seonghwa back. 

he caused seonghwa pain to get him back. 

it was a twisted way of loving someone and you hoped that you would never do the same to him. it was manipulative and hurtful. the events were all so ironic. the good men had done the dirtiest of deeds and the devil himself had god at his feet. 

“send me back.” seonghwa whispered. you heard a thunderclap, flinching at the harsh sound. “i don’t accept your apology and i certainly don’t accept your reasoning, father.” seonghwa stated. 

black clouds surrounded the glass dome, painting heaven in darkness. 

“son, please.” 

“i don’t wish to remember my endeavors as an angel. i don’t wish to have wings or any memory of my celestial life.” he spoke. the three other angels surrounding you shook in shock. they came to seonghwa’s side immediately. they cried and sobbed at his feet. 

“brother, you can’t do this!” jongho begged. he held onto his seonghwa’s hand, gripping it tightly. san held his other hand, “brother, please. we did so much to have you back. please we can’t lose you again.” 

the younger ones begged. they cried as seonghwa continued to speak. 

“i want to return to earth with y/n as a human. i don’t wish to have any powers. i want to return to my life as a complete human. i don’t wanna believe in you or your other sons.” seonghwa asked. 

rain poured against the glass and it hit so hard, you were scared the building might collapse with the weight of the water alone. 

“son, please stay.” the voice thundered from above, but seonghwa’s voice was cold and monotone. 

“if you truly love me, you’ll let me go.” he stated. 

no response came from god himself. instead, yeosang, accompanied by yunho voiced their thoughts in the hall like it was a final decision. 

“i agree with samael’s decision.” uriel voiced. 

“i believe he is right.” yeosang cried. he tried to speak past the pain in his throat and the tears he had been choking on. his veiny fist was curled at its side, gripping so hard that you bet crescents formed on the inside. you took witness of the angels that stood outside of the building. their wings flapped as tears ran down their cheeks. the rain was nothing compared to the amount of crying being done outside by every single angel. 

they mourned at the voice of their eldest brother. they cried as they heard his wishes. they knew they’d never see him in his full glory again. they knew he’d never remember them again. 

but they agreed with him. they believed in him like they wish they would have done five thousand years ago. raphael and uriel believed that had they done this years back, they wouldn’t have to see this tragic day in heaven. 

seonghwa stood coldly in front of the empty throne, eyes half opened and half closed. they were sore and red from all the crying he had done within the last few days. 

the angels awaited their fathers decision. they hoped their brother got what he wanted but they also wished that samael would be thrown back to his crown. he wished he’d come back to the throne that he was destined for, but they doubted it would ever take place in front of their eyes. 

“as you wish.” he declared. 

eruptions of tears and screams of both sadness and joy took place amongst you. jongho and san fell to their knees, holding onto their brothers hand as they sobbed loudly. yeosang stood, looking down as he also cried. tears fell down quietly in front of him and a part of you wanted to console him. 

seonghwa said nothing. not even a smile graced his lips. 

he grabbed your hand and pulled you into his chest, holding you tightly as he flew out of the room. the tall throne room was no match for the speed he showed off. seonghwa held you close as the gates of heaven approached quickly. they opened automatically in his presence and soon enough, you were making the same descent that you’d made a few days prior. 

the rainbow galaxies flew past you and your hair whipped you in the face. you traveled at the speed of sound itself and you believed that if you were in your physical form, you would’ve torn apart instantly. 

seonghwa said nothing as he slowly entered pluto’s orbit. he said nothing as he flew past neptune, then uranus, then jupiter and alas, the earth. he stood in front of it and watched. 

you did the same, staring at the burning, bright sun that exuded a heat that you couldn’t control and neither could he. you believed he’d lose his powers soon. that they’d slowly wash away just like these crazy days that you had faced. they had come and shocked you and left like they’d done nothing. 

he stopped in front of the earth, letting you look at it in it’s full glory. the same earth that god had taken six days to create. he held you bridal style, allowing you to just relax before you returned to your human lives. 

sighing as you stared back at his large form, you placed a hand on his cheek. seonghwa melted into your touch, pressing his forehead against yours. your fingers tangled in his long, silver hair. the moment was the most intimate that you’d ever had. it caused more heart palpitations than when he had you naked on your stomach. 

the moment slowly ended and soon, he was making a descent back to earth. the atmosphere set fire to you both. his flesh burned, the small of charred flesh entering your nostril and for some odd reason, you enjoyed it. your own skin burned as well. 

the atmosphere of the earth so blinding that you saw nothing but seonghwa. he smiled at you as fire encased his body. the orange and red flames licked his cheek, painting scars all over his skin. you smiled at him. what a beautiful death this could be. 

the white clouds and the speed you were travelling at slowly blinded you even from your lover. all you saw was white and even his touch had slowly evaporated. the skin to skin contact long gone and now you were alone in the burning atmosphere. fire licked your body and burned the clothes of heaven away from you. if your mind was right, you might have been in hell. 

-

you were woken up by a crash in the distance, shooting up from the white king-sized bed in your room. you gasped as you felt hot, like you were on fire but when you looked around frantically, the ac was running full speed and the fan was on as well. 

seonghwa groaned next to you, his black hair messy and tangled from the night before. 

“why are you awake?” he said, half asleep. 

you swallowed, touching your chest as you felt the burning sensation still. it took a few minutes to answer your husband, cracking your neck and back before resting your back against the headboard. 

“i’m not sure. just had a really bad dream.” you whispered. 

seonghwa moved closer to you, placing his head in your lap. “dream about ?” he asked. subconciously, your fingers ran to his dark locks, caressing and scratching at his scalp. 

“i’m not sure. it was like… you were samael. you know, the devil before he fell from heaven? and i was in heaven with you and then we both fell to earth and the atmosphere… burned us out.. and then i woke up.” you explained to him. 

“it all felt so real. i still feel burning hot from when i thought i was going past the atmosphere with you.” 

seonghwa sighed, pulling himself closer into your lap. he let out small sighs of content as your fingers continued to work their magic. “you need to stop watching lucifer before bed, y/n.” he told you. 

you nodded, a small smile on your lips. 

the blanket slipped down seonghwa’s shoulders. it pooled around his waist and uncovered the six separate scars that were on his back. your fingers traced over them as they always had. you leaned forward to kiss them slowly and pulled back to kiss seonghwa’s forehead fondly. 

“i really should stop watching lucifer before bed.” 

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#seonghwa smut #seonghwa x reader #ateez smut #ateez x reader #ateez x reader smut #seonghwa angst #ateez angst #jongho x reader #hongjoong x seonghwa #jongho fluff #choi san #choi jongho #park seonghwa #kim hongjoong #jeong yunho

[sapphire-weapon]

I was thinking about how you asked us to send you writing prompts to help fill the eagleone tag a while back (still very excited to read the ones you chose if and when you finish, but no pressure!! 😅) and I thought maybe it would be cool if you personally had any ideas or inspiration you'd like to put out there for artists?👀

so I did finish the one prompt here

the one that's mostly finished is actually a request for their first kiss, but I'm still struggling on finishing it because I'm not married to the scenario that I cooked up. and without like. a scene setter, my brain is like HOW DO THINGS NO WITH CONTEXT??? I do wanna get it done, but I'm just. idk bein stupid.

the idea that I have written up is -- post-RE4make ending, Leon actually takes the jet ski back to the village to see if the police cruiser is still abandoned outside the farm house, because that's his best bet at actually getting back to society -- and it is, and he nearly cries with relief. and Ashley's just sort of staring at it knowing that, if she gets in this car, once she gets out of it, her time with Leon is basically over. and she keeps trying to be like "what's going to happen when we get home??" and he's just like "I don't know, Ashley, I really don't know" and she's terrified about possibly never seeing him again. so she forces a hug on him that she won't let him just tap out of this time, which then causes him to completely melt bc touch-starved, and then the kiss just sort of... happens naturally. and then they both have to just deal with it the entire drive back to the city LOL

art's hard for me, though, because my brain gets so stuck on NEED CONTEXT FOR THING

what I really don't see enough of, I think, is Leon and Ashley back home, post-RE4 just like. hanging out. being friends. or maybe not being friends and just having awkward moments running into each other at the WH and stuff. or aggressively trying to ignore the sexual tension between them at, like, an official event.

I'd also think it'd be cute to have art of like... a quiet moment together in one of the safe rooms during the events of the game.

maybe some silly bullshit of them on the jetski somehow passing by the merchant who's also on a jetski or some fuckin crazy-ass boat and both Leon and Ashley are like HOW THE FUCK DOES HE KEEP DOING THAT SERIOUSLY and also the dog is there and he's got a little pirate bandana that matches the merchant's i am obsessed with the dog wearing a pirate bandana and no i will not stop

Leon wearing Ashley's necklace (you had to know this was coming). either she's just given it to him, or they haven't seen each other in a while and she notices he's still wearing it, or maybe she's not even there at all and someone else notices it and is like "is that your gf's?" and Leon's just like "idk what you mean i don't have a gf", or maybe not even that and he's just. wearing it.

this fandom would also probably be super hype to finally get a proper medieval fantasy knight/queen AU art.

and some petty part of me just wants art of them casually holding hands while out in public together because you know why

idk I'm not good at this stuff but I hope any of that helped ;_;

#resident evil 4 #leon kennedy #ashley graham #eagleone

[ohhicas]

Just a thought, but what do you think apprentices' and Ansem the Wise children would look like if they ever had them? Would they have the same appearance, character?

i went through an emotional journey about this ask today

My real answer is: I'll need an egg donor for this, because blonde tends to be recessive and I'm SURE silver/grey is recessive. and Red sure as hell is recessive. Dilan's about the only one passing a hair color down without a gene fight. (and lets not get into the mess of EYES COLOR. Where does ORANGE land? What about Dilan "Tumblr's Alexandria's Genesis" ass Vibrant Purple???)

I'd like to personally imagine that Even & Ansem's genes would try their hardest to pass down their straight, thinner hair. Ienzo's hair is thick for how well it holds shape at such a short cut/weird comb-over style, so anyone mixing with him would be 'break a comb' thick. Aeleus's hair is a crinkle, shellacked down, escaping into a Final Fantasy bomb fire poof out the back. Curly hair is vicious in the gene pool, whatever he produces is getting at minimum a slight wave. Dilan is a difficult one; he keeps his hair braided but he has a LOT of thick braids, so unless he's wearing extensions he's probably team "Break a comb" so that's another thick hair team. his little wispy that flies around freely at the forehead seems ??Slightly Wavy?? but only as Dilan; as Xaldin that shit is pin-straight and might as well double as extra lances.

Shoulder Width being XXL seems to run the gambit through all five; Ienzo's broad for his bishounen looks. Dude can suplex people as Zexion.

my JOKE answer is "silly Anon, we've already seen their children" Ienzo was basically emotionally adopted by Even and Ansem as a child; at minimum he's their ward. With actual canon he calls both of them as father figures (in the chara files, they're the two he names as such. Those two only.) 'What does their son look like' he's right there, and he's a very snarky adult man who bench presses novels for fun

and Vexen has an army of puppets/dolls/replicas you can consider his Children; all of them in varying shapes and sizes but all created by him. What is that if not a father?

my Extra Stupid Joke Answer, entirely My little AU Universe is

Ienzo has a son already and it's this creature (made/summoned of his own brain in attempting to tap back into his lost Zexion powers)

#kh chara talk

[underratedandoverit]

Maybe One Day You'll Become That Star (1/?)

Kip has never wanted anything more in his life than to study magic and become a real wizard, no matter what it takes, no matter the hurdles he has to overcome to achieve that dream. So when a chance to study under one of the most prestige wizards in the country rises, he's more than ready to jump on it. But could it be that there's something else he finds himself fascinated with, even more than the magic itself under the apprenticeship of this intriguingly odd wizard…?

Kip Sabian/Orange Cassidy (eventually). Slow romance. Modern with magic AU.

Kris Statlander makes a cameo in the first part, Chris Brookes is mentioned. Most likely we'll be seeing more of Best Friends and Penelope as well.

On AO3 here

I'm an absolute beginner with anything in the realm of even slight fantasy, so please bear with me while I try to learn how to do this. This concept was just too cute and too good to pass up, so I'm willing to try to get out of my comfort zone to create some more magical fluff. Hopefully this'll only be a few parter and it's not gonna suck complete ass ajsndjkas Also thank you @midnightpretenders0 for this idea and being the amazing moral support I needed to get to writing this, couldn't have done it without you 💜

@stormbornpirate

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Clutching his belongings against his chest, Kip scanned the door standing almost threateningly in front of him. He had honestly lost track of time for how long he had been standing there, trying to build up courage to give the door a knock and get this over with. He was here by his own will, so why was this so hard to do? He was sure the people passing him by on the busy street were staring at this point, so many of them wondering what he was so nervous about, how long he had been there, what he was waiting for, even if they just observed him for barely a few seconds while walking by.

Kip wasn’t sure what kind of a reaction he was going to get, if he ever managed to get himself to go through with this in the first place. He wasn’t an expected guest in this place, he wasn’t going to be a customer, he wasn’t… Well, it was probably a shorter list to mention what he was. Or what he was hoping to be, hoping to become by coming here.

And Kip wasn’t sure if the great wizard that occupied this residence even wanted to have an apprentice, let alone someone like him.

Straightening his suit jacket, hoping that he looked much braver and put together than he actually was on the inside with his nerves going absolutely crazy, Kip finally reached a hand towards the door. The balled fist stopped inches away from the wooden surface though, making him second guess it once again. Was this the right move? Was this really what he wanted, what he was meant to do? He had already flubbed his chance once before, despite thinking he was ready for it, so what good would this do to him? What proof did he have that he was made for this, that someone like an actual wizard would even want to see him, let alone consider teaching him anything?

Kip pulled his hand back, pulling the notebook he was holding with the other hand even tighter against his chest. This was ridiculous. He had no idea why he had even listened to Chris about this. Sure the man knew how much Kip wanted to study magic, how much something like this meant to him, but to take his advice, advice from someone that had no idea how any of this actually worked. Sure as a performer Chris sometimes worked with wizards and magicians and what have you, but that didn’t mean he had an idea what actually studying under one would take. Or how that stuff would be approached. Or anything outside of how it all related to the show business.

It had been a mistake to listen to him in the first place, and yet somehow Kip had convinced himself to try out Chris’ stupid advice. And now he was here. Standing in front of a door leading to the residence of the greatest wizard, at least according to Chris, on this side of the country. Having no idea what to do or how to actually proceed with this plan that he didn’t really even have in the first place.

He tried to remember what Chris had said. “What’s the worst thing that could happen?” Kip had to admit, in that line of thinking he was right. The worst thing he could hear is ‘no’, or the door wouldn’t open up to him in the first place. He didn’t gain anything by not trying, that much was for sure.

But at the same time, he had already failed once before. How bad was it going to hurt the second time, especially if he went through so much extra effort for this? This wasn’t like the first time, this time he had no competition, and while this wasn’t a magical school of very high prestige that was extremely difficult to get into, this was something so much more, something much more personal, something ever more important to him. And while some people could claim that Kip had nothing to lose, he also had everything to gain from him. Which was maybe even scarier to him, if he was being honest.

Swallowing hard, Kip finally pushed the intruding thoughts aside, raising his hand up and knocking on the door. The sound wasn’t that loud, but it felt like it took over every other sound of the busy street behind him, swallowing him into the inevitable wait mode, just having Kip now stare at the door in anticipation, hoping that something, anything, would happen. The end result at this point was irrelevant, as long as someone would answer the knock and he would see at least a glimpse of another person at this point was all he cared about.

At least then he could convince himself that he tried, if nothing else.

Kip waited for a moment. Then another. A third. He was slowly starting to grow impatient, not really having prepared for this. Was the knock not loud enough? Would he be heard if he knocked again, or was he ignored on purpose and the second knock would just be seen as annoying and thus dooming him from any even minor amounts of success in this quest he had set himself on? Maybe there was just nobody home? Did he even have the right address, was he hundred percent sure someone lived here?

With one hand fidgeting with the corner of the cover of his notebook, Kip waited for a while longer. He didn’t hear any indications coming from inside that someone was even there. Maybe he had come here at the wrong time, the wrong day, or something.

Maybe this was a sign for him to give up on this crazy, silly dream of his finally. It seemed like the second disappointment had been inevitable, and while the saying was that third time was the charm, Kip wasn’t sure if he was able to handle this kind of disappointment after getting all of his hopes up one more time after all the efforts he had already gone through multiple times.

Finally letting out a breath he had been holding for a while, Kip leaned down, grabbing his little bag in his hand. He didn’t have a lot with him, he could find a place to crash before heading back home tomorrow. Traveling back home was a whole day's worth of struggle, but this was the best place he could have come, honestly. This is where Chris had directed him, saying this is where he could find the best wizard on this side of the country that could potentially help him, and yet…

Once again, Kip wasn’t sure why he had listened to him. Sure this was something he wanted, almost desperately so, but the amount of effort probably wasn’t worth it in the end. Trying to repair the damage he had done with the previous mess up wasn’t worth it. Traveling all this way just to knock on a door that wasn’t going to open for him wasn’t worth it.

Him trying so hard to convince himself that he was going to be a wizard wasn’t worth it, and it obviously wasn’t going to happen. And Kip just had to take the defeat and accept his fate finally.

As he turned on his heels to leave, Kip finally heard the lock on the door click. He froze in place as the wooden door opened with a soft creak, feeling the soft breeze of warm air rush outside through the doorway, making the hairs on the back of his neck stand up as it pushed past him. Kip could feel the eyes on his back, the air around him suddenly very expecting, waiting for him to turn around and face the fate that he came here to chase in the first place.

As much as he didn’t want to, this was the reason he was here now. This was the moment Kip had been waiting for. He straightened up a little, inhaling deeply before spinning around on his heels.

Kip wasn’t sure what he had expected, but getting face to face with a blond man roughly around his age, maybe slightly older, definitely wasn’t it. Kip had been expecting someone older, more magnificent, someone that actually looked like a wizard and definitely not… A man dressed mostly in denim wearing sunglasses on his face indoors.

…Fuck. Maybe he already had an apprentice.

Taking in another deep breath as he could feel the pair of eyes behind those sunglasses stare at him expectantly, Kip put on the most polite and friendly smile he possibly could, hoping that it didn’t look as fake as he felt it did in this situation. The blond didn’t seem to care as he just slowly, and surprisingly casually, leaned against the door frame, hands getting stuffed into the pockets of his jeans after brushing a few rogue coils of hair away from his face.

“You know the door was open, right? You didn’t need to knock. And we also have a doorbell.”

Kip wasn’t sure who this fellow was, but honestly he was slowly starting to irk him. The clearly carefree attitude, no respect for a proper attire for a man in his position – whatever that might have been, Kip knew denim was the wrong choice either way, especially compared to the effort he had put into picking out a suit for this very specific occasion – sunglasses indoors, among so many other things that were just wrong. He didn’t fit into this setting, inside this house, into the life Kip was envisioning for himself here instead. He–

“So did you actually need something or…?” Even his manner of speaking was so lazy that Kip had to hold himself back from snorting. They denied him a chance and a position in a prestigious dream school of his, but here was this dork living his dream instead. Absolutely ridiculous.

“Yes, actually.” Kip couldn’t help but to sound just a tad bit annoyed. As if he had gone all this way here to be treated like this, to be put in a position like this. With feelings like this. The blond just nodded at him, not asking any further questions. “Okay. Come in.”

Kip blinked at him a couple of times, slightly stunned. Was there really no vetting process in this place, anyone could just waltz in with whatever into the residence of a great wizard if they just said they had some business here? Maybe Chris had lied to him, to make fun of him, to lead him to a wild goose chase of a supposedly great teacher, only to land him in the house of some F grade street magician. Kip should have known, it was very on par with the kind of people Chris spent his time with anyways, it wouldn’t have surprised him if Chris would think this was what Kip wanted.

Still, something about this whole situation, this whole place, and especially this blond man that was now motioning him to follow him inside the building was intriguing to him. It was all so odd that it almost came full circle for him, that maybe there actually was something magical going on around here. After all, if everything was correct, this still was a residence of a rather magical man.

Kip nodded carefully, following the other man inside. The door slowly closed behind him, making Kip jump a little as he heard it click shut, eyes shooting over his shoulder towards it. He should have known; everything around here did feel magical now that he was inside, so it shouldn’t have been a surprise to him if the door was enchanted or something. And yet it still somehow caught him off guard. Eyes shooting back forward, Kip’s nervous hands were picking on the corners of his notebook again, trying to calm his nerves as he wasn’t really sure what to expect now that he was inside the place. The place he had dreamed for so long to be in.

As he took in his surroundings, it slowly dawned on him that the lower floor of the building seemed to be some sort of a magical shop. Long and tall shelves lined up most of the wall space, filled with books and familiar looking magical items and what Kip assumed to be enchanted tokens of all sorts, each set in their own shelves, sorted based on their different qualities. Few tables were set under the windows facing out to the street he had just been on, lined with various potions and elixirs that most seemed familiar to him, just the usual stuff. The storefront itself wasn’t anything special, Kip was assuming most of this was just a convenient side business on the side of actual magic that was performed here by the owner.

Speaking of which…

Kip looked around him, eyes landing on the blond who had moved to now sit behind the desk at the back of the store, checking over some books set on it. Maybe he was just a helping hand, Kip had hard time believing a hard practicing wizard, or even his apprentice, had a lot of time to keep up with a store of this size along with everything else. Kip breathed a sigh of relief, laughing in his mind at how silly he had been before. Of course this guy wasn’t going to be a practicing wizard, or even if he was, at least not an apprentice of any sort. Like, look at him. He looked like he could care less where he was or that he was surrounded by magical items from the floor to the ceiling on almost all sides, he was probably only in it for the money and nothing else. Kip knew his kind, the lazy type that barely cared about anything in this life. He probably didn’t even know what this store actually was about, he was just here because nobody else would hire him to do even the easiest jobs imaginable.

With a new found confidence and a smile climbing its way on his lips, Kip approached the desk with a slight spring in his step. The blond didn’t look up at him until Kip had actually stopped right in front of the desk, looming slightly over him as he got an expecting look back, still through the sunglasses. Kip wasn’t sure how he was able to see so well with those on indoors, the store was already very dim, only being lit up with a few candles and some of the natural sunlight that managed to make its way through the heavy curtains hanging by the windows. Even he had a hard time seeing at first, so Kip couldn’t even guess how it all looked through tinted lenses the blond was wearing.

“So were you looking for something specific that I could help you with?”

That he could help him with. Kip held back a snort, feeling almost insulted by the question. He might have failed in his life before, almost masterfully so if he was being honest, but even he didn’t need help when it came to magic from a man who clearly had no ambitions in such a field, or life in general. Lowering the notebook from his hand on the desk in front of him, Kip leaned one hand against the desk, leaning slightly over it towards the other man, who didn’t seem to mind this move from him at all as he just kept staring.

“Nothing you could help me with.” Kip watched as he nodded, but saw the slight, clearly confused tuck on the corner of the blond’s brow at his statement. “I’m here to see the great wizard that owns this place. So if you could get him for me, I would appreciate that.”

The man watched him quietly for a moment, Kip trying to keep up the confident exterior that he had finally found. He knew he was going to be fumbling over his words when he actually got face to face with the man he was here to meet, so this was the downtime before that he had to calm his nerves and try to keep himself collected, hoping to carry at least some of that feeling with him later. Kip knew exactly what he wanted, he knew what he was here for, and this was the time he was going to get it. He wasn’t going to lose anything by asking for this, it was a bigger loss if he now turned and walked away because he didn’t like the attitude this one single man that was standing in his way was giving to him.

And hell, if someone like this ignorant fool was able to be inside this building, handling this sort of business, there was nothing stopping an actual talented, passionate young lad like Kip himself from achieving that as well, and even more.

“…Okay,” the blond finally shrugged, standing up from the stool he had been sitting on. Kip watched him, the man just standing behind the desk for a moment before he sat back down. Kip furrowed his brows at him in confusion, the man responding by taking off his sunglasses, crossing his arms on the desk and leaning over them, never breaking eye contact with Kip as he did.

“How can I help you?”

Kip stared at him, not taking in this bit whatsoever. “Is… Is this a joke? Are you making fun of me?” The other man shook his head, the blue eyes still not looking away from Kip as he did. “I said I wanted to speak to the owner. Your boss.”

“Yeah, and I’m asking how I can help you.”

“This is ridiculous, what --”

Kip couldn’t finish his sentence as the front door was slammed open, making him jump a little. Both pairs of eyes shot towards it, a woman striding in the store through the now open doorway. She glanced around the place quickly, eyes landing on the two of them, her steps directing towards the desk. Kip took a hesitant step to the side as she didn’t seem to slow down at all, not even stopping to look him over as she slammed her hands on the desk, eyes locked on the blond sitting behind it.

“Cass! It worked! It’s perfect!” She pointed at her hair, Kip’s eyes traveling from the side of her excited face to the hair, seeing the shiny blue color on the whole left side of it framing her face. The blond behind the desk nodded, Kip seeing the first real smile crossing his lips since he had started interacting with him. It was brief, but continued all the way up to his eyes as he watched the excited woman talk to him, showing off her apparently new hair color. Kip couldn’t help but look on, almost mesmerized, at the sight of the odd duo continuing an equally odd interaction with one another.

“The boys didn’t think you could do it but look at this,” she stated, spinning a coil of her freshly colored blue hair around her finger, pulling it slightly away from her face to stare at it in clear awe. “They will be so jealous when they see this. Chuck is going to freak out for sure, it’s going to be amazing.”

The man chuckled, Kip’s eyes almost instinctively traveling back to him. He was fully smiling now, obviously comfortable around this odd woman who seemingly appeared out of nowhere, but who he clearly knew very well. He was listening to her go on and on about the hair, the extremely good quality of it, the magic tied to it; him just nodding along with a smile plastered all over his face, proud that someone appreciated the work that had been done.

Almost like she finally realized that Kip existed, the woman looked towards him as she finally quieted the gushing down a little bit, glancing him quickly up and down. “Sorry, did I interrupt something?”

“No, you’re good, Kris,” the blond shook his head before Kip had a chance to reply, gathering a glare from him. “Did you need more of the blend? I can make a few more.”

“Oh, yeah, if you could,” she smiled, turning back towards the man behind the desk. “I have a few other requests so I can come over tomorrow for them? I have a whole list of colors and placements I would like to try if you can make them.”

The blond chuckled, though Kip could have sworn he sounded slightly insulted at Kris’ words. “Of course I can. Just let me know what you need. I have some more of the blue from the last batch though so let me get that for you.”

She nodded, both her and Kip watching as the blond disappeared through the door behind the desk, which Kip assumed to be the storage room of the shop. As soon as the other man was away from his field of vision, Kip turned towards the woman, offering her a quick smile as he pointed at the blue streak in her hair.

“Could I, uh, see the hair?”

Kris beamed at him, handing the coil towards him enthusiastically, obviously being more than happy to show off this magical work that had been done. Kip examined the coils carefully, admiring the excellent craftsmanship that had taken place to produce such an incredible product, being nearly unrecognizable as a magical creation to the untrained eye. Which, of course he didn’t have, so it was easy for him to spot such a top notch enchanted creation.

“This is incredible,” he mumbled, observing the shiny color of the hair carefully as he turned it around in his hand. “The color is amazing, the shine makes it look so real, it’s almost indistinguishable from regular dye. Like this… This is art.”

“And lasts twice as long without a messy fade or destroying the hair,” the other man piped up as he walked back in, lowering a jar filled with something blue and slightly luminescent on the desk from his hands. Kip let the hair fall from his grasp as he straightened back up, watching as Kris reached for the jar, pulling it close to her chest as she continued to beam at both of them. “Also a custom made color. I can hook you up too if you need a refresher on that platinum of yours.”

Kip could feel a soft blush creeping on his cheeks, brushing a quick hand through his hair trying to rid of the nervous energy as the conversation had suddenly turned back to him. He knew it had been a while since he had his hair recolored, sure, but it wasn’t that bad, right? The roots couldn’t have been pushing out too badly already, he would have noticed that, being as particular about the way he looked on the outside as he was. “No need, I-I’m good.”

The blond shrugged. “Suit yourself.” He turned his attention back to Kris, sending her a little smile. “I’ll see you tomorrow for the rest then?”

“Yeah! I’ll stop by at some point, thanks Orange!”

She turned on her heels, with a nice spring in her step almost skipping her way back out of the store. Kip watched after her, his head slightly spinning at this odd interaction he had witnessed, before her last words slowly crept their way into his mind. Brows furrowing, he looked back towards the blond who had taken a seat behind the desk again, currently fitting the sunglasses back on his face before looking back up at Kip.

“Orange…?”

The man shrugged, running a lazy hand through his hair. “Yeah? That is my name.”

Orange… Orange. Why did such an odd name also sound so weirdly familiar to Kip? And more importantly, who the hell gets named after a color, let alone a fruit? At the same time?

“That is the name that’s on the mailbox outside. Orange Cassidy. Considering how long you were out there earlier I figured you would have seen it.”

No… No, that wasn’t it, there was some other context where Kip had heard such a weird name before. It was off the walls enough that he remembered it, not every day you met someone named after a fruit or a color. And yet, he was struggling to place it anywhere specific while trying to ignore the other man’s sassy remarks about his behavior from earlier.

“Anyways… You’ve been here for a while. Did you need help with something or…?”

Kip snapped back to the moment at hand, blinking blankly at the blond a couple of times before quickly nodding, as if he finally remembered again what his true mission here was. He couldn’t get derailed by minor details such as this, there was something much more important he was here for.

“Uh, yeah. I wanted to talk to your boss. The great wizard Orange--”

Before he could get the full name out of his mouth, Kip froze in place. All of a sudden everything made sense, the color flushing from his face as his eyes widened in horror as the realization was finally setting in. He could so vividly see the name Chris had scribbled down to his notebook for reference alongside the address where to find him, the one he deemed to be the best wizard he could find from a reasonable travel distance away.

And right next to the name, drawn the little orange fruit that Chris had thought at the time was such a funny little joke to make, considering the name.

…Oh no.

“I-I, uh, I… Um.”

The blond watched him patiently, clearly seeing Kip struggling to form words as the true nature of the situation was creeping up on him, how everything was slowly starting to make sense to him. The attitude he was getting back from the man with the sunglasses, the way he was dressed and yet handled the entire store, the whole exchange with Kris and the quality of the work done for her… Everything was falling into place, and the realization Kip was having as he was coming to terms with how he had acted earlier was catching up with him, having him finally face the consequences of it all, but especially his own actions up to this point.

Cassidy looked at him, just waiting. Watching him. Observing the nerves getting better of him as Kip fidgeted with his hands, wide eyes now shooting around the room, trying to find something interesting and calming enough to look at as he was trying to reassess the situation at hand. Situation that he had created himself, unintentionally it seemed, but it was still more or less Kip’s fault that he was in this predicament right now.

“So… Can I actually do anything for you or…?”

Kip tensed up immediately, wide eyes landing on the blond. He couldn’t read the expression behind the sunglasses, but the air was thick, filled with expectations Kip wasn’t sure he was going to be able to fill. He quickly glanced down at his feet, spotting the bag he had lowered there earlier, flicking the switch on in his brain. Reaching down for his belonging, Kip pulled the bag into his hands, eyes landing back on Cassidy again for a brief second one more time.

“Sorry, I-I gotta go.”

Turning on his heels Kip rushed out of the store, cheeks flushing red with embarrassment as he didn’t turn to look back to see if the blond was calling out after him or anything, he just pushed out the door as fast as possible.

Cassidy didn’t move from his spot, just stared blankly after the Brit as Kip was suddenly gone from his view. The silence fell back into the dim little shop as the door closed shut after him, leaving Cassidy alone there to ponder over what had just happened. He had to admit this wasn’t the first time, and probably wouldn’t be the last one either, when someone had made such a mistake, thinking he wasn’t who he really was. But there was something about the way this particular man had dealt with it all, probably the most disrespectful he had ever witnessed.

Slowly his eyes moved down to the desk in front of him, a brow slightly raising as he spotted the notebook that didn’t belong to him, the one thing Kip had left behind him in his rush to get out of the store and away from him as quickly as possible.

#fic #fic: maybe one day you'll become that star #ship: orangekip #character: orange cassidy #character: kip sabian #character: kris statlander #setting: modern with magic au #aew fanfiction #wrestling fanfiction

[pixieroserobin]

Red String Harringrove au

Steve's been dropped on his head a few too many times, can barely see his.

Sometimes he feels it pull tight, but mostly, he just sees it at certain angles. Because of this he mostly ignores it.

Billy, on the other hand, has spent most of his life since his mom left staring at this stupid red string.

At this thin red line that's supposed to attach him to someone who will love him in spite of everything.

Wondering who's on the other side.

Will they love him enough to stay? Despite his flaws? Will he drive them away like his father did his mother?

He never mentions it to anyone, but he thinks about it a lot.

So in '84, he's hyper aware of it pulling tighter the closer they get to Hawkins.

And he's looking at everyone they meet in Hawkins with a critical eye.

And is frozen when he first meets King Steve 'The Hair' Harrington.

That thin red line connecting them from across the parking lot.

There's his soulmate, so close.

His soulmate who only has eyes for the brunette next to him.

His soulmate who doesn't seem to realize Billy exists.

It ruins all the fantasies, dreams and hopes Billy had used to cope with his life.

The rage that welled up inside him the more he learned about Steve became nearly impossible to ignore. With no outlet and a soulmate who didnt seem aware of him, it was no surprise when he finally did something.

Shoving him around on the court, staring him down at Tina's party, beating his ass outside the Byers.

And not once did Steve look at him with any recognition.

Not until El.

Steve picked Dustin and El up from the Snow Ball, promised Hopper he'd get her home safe.

Billy picked up Max.

And from three rows away, El followed the line of red, flickering in and out of her sight.

From Steve, to Billy.

Steve forever oblivious, and Billy forever forlorn and angry about it.

"Steve," She grabbed his hand, finger tips brushing the red string, making him tense, making them both shiver. "Your line."

Steve jerked his hand back, "Yeah, I know it's there."

El shook her head, grabbed his hand again, and pointed over to where Billy was sitting in his Camaro, blue eyes locked on them.

Steve narrowed his eyes, squinting and focusing to see the red string he mostly ignored.

And felt his stomach sink as it finally came into view.

There were so many emotions in Steve in that moment. Confusion, frustration. A little bit of anger.

His soulmate had beat his face in, had threatened his kids.

How was he supposed forget all that?

Could he even forgive that?

Was he destined to an unhappy relationship like his parents?

Steve averted his eyes, broke away from a sky blue gaze that he was drowning in.

He took El's hand, gently pulling her fingers from the line of red he no longer wanted to see.

He needed to leave.

Now.

"Come on, let's get you home before Hopper gets worried."

El didn't fight, but she did turn her head to watch Billy and Max across the parking lot.

Watches Billy's slack expression twist into something angry as his Camaro roars to life.

She catches and holds Max's gaze and held it until Steve and Billy pulled out in different directions. She tried to read Max, to maybe see if the red head might have insight El did not, but all she caught was confusion.

Steve refused to talk about it the whole ride to Hopper's cabin. He continued to refuse to talk about it on the way to Dustin's house after.

He went home and stole a beer from the six pack in the fridge, sat on the edge of the pool he'd avoided since shit with the upside down happened. Smoked and drank, and tried not to think.

Billy dropped Max off at the house, didn't even get out. As soon as her door closed, the Camaro roared to life and he flew down the dark quiet street.

He ended up at the quarry, too keyed up to sit in the car. Iron maiden blaring from the speakers as he passed around in the dark, smoking and wishing he had something better. Or someone to take all the pent up energy on.

Now Steve knew, and all he'd done was stare and drive away.

Ran away.

Like everyone else important in Billy's life.

#harringrove #idk #it was a twitter thread #but twitter might be dying #so i'm throwing this random angst out to the void #dunno if I'll ever do anything with it #pixiefic

[beefromanoff]

Going Under Ch. 11

summary: the morning after Tony's party - HEAVY on the fluff here

characters: Bucky Barnes x OC

soundtrack: so hot you're hurting my feelings - caroline polachek

warnings: fluff, pop star fantasy x love story, set in an AU where the Avengers reunite after Civil War, pre-infinity war, slight angst, hurt/comfort, lonely reader/OC.

author’s note: sorry it's been so long since the last update, July was swamped with work and life and i've been swirling with ideas but no time to write them. hopefully updating several times this week!

chapter list/links - xo

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Ouch.

Gianna’s eyes squeezed tight before they even opened. The thin sliver of light pouring into the hotel room through the gap in the blackout curtains had fallen right across her face. Wincing, she rolled away and tugged the covers over her eyes. 

The soft rustling of denim against velvet let her know that someone was in the room, perched in the luxe armchair by the window. Ever the morning person, that Bucky Barnes.

Shit. Bucky.

Gianna froze, tangled in the comforter, as the events of last night came flooding back to her through a champagne haze. Popping champagne on the balcony, drinking games, karaoke on the table, an all-too-seductive bend and snap move on Bucky, and then…shit. 

She buried her face deeper in the covers as if the soft material could take the burn out of her cheeks. The memories kept playing as though on a loop. Sitting on Bucky’s lap, feeling his arms around her, holding his cheek, kissing him. Finally kissing him. Somewhere in her attempt to repress reality, Gianna let out an audible groan. 

“Good morning, sunshine.” 

Slowly, Gianna lifted her head to peek in the direction of Bucky’s low morning voice. He was right where she expected, leaning back in the chair, an open cup of black coffee in his hand. He seemed to feel the opposite of how she did. She felt slow, sluggish, groggy - he looked more lively than she’d ever seen him. She felt shameful and sheepish - he looked merely amused. 

Squinting at him through one eye, Gianna groaned again. 

“Coffee’s on the way. I ordered it when I heard you start to wake up. Should be here any minute. Same with your other saving grace, Tony’s sending one of his nurses to give you an IV pack that’ll have you feeling brand new.”

“My hero.” Her voice sounded gravelly at best as she reached up to rub the sleep from her eyes. As the back of her hands burrowed against her eyelids, Gianna felt the surprising absence of mascara and glitter. Pausing, she looked at her hands to find them devoid of smudged, day-old makeup. 

She glanced at Bucky who hadn’t taken his eyes off of her since she woke up. Truthfully, he hadn’t taken his eyes off of her all night, but she didn’t know that. 

“You know Kate would kick both our asses if she knew you slept in your makeup.”

Gianna’s heart skipped a beat. 

The thought of her gruff, super soldier, ex-assassin, Avenger bodyguard gently removing her makeup before she slept filled her with warmth. She cracked a smile as she envisioned Bucky gently tugging a makeup wipe out of the package with his metal hand. 

“Thank goodness, I thought you were broken,” Bucky teased. “This is the longest I’ve seen you go without smiling since I’ve known you.”

Gianna rolled her eyes. “I’ve only been up for ten minutes.” 

“Exactly.” 

They locked eyes across the room. Gianna’s smile faded as she searched his blue eyes for any sign of his reaction to the night before, silently pleading with him to be over the moon with her. A knock on the door interrupted the moment. 

Bucky jumped up and strode over to the door as Gianna hung her head. Stupid. Why am I so stupid. She shook her head, trying not to think of the inevitable awkwardness if he didn’t feel the same way about their (her) drunken kiss. How would they do the rest of the tour with that kind of discomfort? What if he left the assignment and sent someone else to replace him?

“Drink up.” She was jolted back to reality by the coffee being offered out to her, which she gladly accepted. The sweet, warm latte was exactly what she needed. Reclining back in bed, Gianna decided she’d give herself the morning to wallow and avoid consequences, and then talk to Bucky later. 

A second knock on the door alerted them to the nurse’s arrival. Bucky let her in and she trailed him into the bedroom. 

“Good morning, Ms. Cruz.” She was a middle aged woman with a stern face, but kind eyes. Her hair was slicked back into a bun and she donned the futuristic Stark Industries scrubs that everyone in his biotech lab wore. 

Gianna smiled. “Good morning, thanks for doing this.” 

“Not a problem. When we hear that Mr. Stark is having company, we prep at least a dozen of these.” She gestured to the bag holding golden fluid. 

The nurse continued to set up the IV equipment next to her bed as Gianna sipped her coffee. There was a comfortable silence for a few minutes until Bucky spoke. 

“Your call time isn’t until soundcheck at 3, you’ve got time to go back to sleep if you’d like.” 

Glancing over the clock, Gianna saw the glowing numbers tell her it was just after 9:00am. She nodded and settled into the bed, extending her right arm out for the nurse whenever she was ready. 

“Bucky?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you.”

He smiled but didn’t speak.  Silently, he walked over to the bed. He tugged the comforter higher over her body and took the coffee back from her hand. 

“You can drink this later. Get some sleep.” 

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As Gianna sat in the makeup chair, she silently thanked Tony Stark for the millionth time that day. She’d woken up several hours later with a small bandage on her arm and no other evidence that she’d felt like a bomb went off in her head that same morning. Looking at her reflection in the mirror, she swore that even her skin glowed more now than it ever had. 

Bucky sat on the couch in the dressing room, scrolling on his phone as he waited for the lengthy glam process to finish. His thumb flicked through various social media posts about Gianna and her ‘mysterious new man’. Wanda had texted him a link that morning while Gianna slept and now, in their brief downtime, Bucky found himself lost in the rabbit hole.

He couldn't believe how much attention they were getting, especially from Gianna's teenage girl fans.

"Candy Crush?" Gianna teased.

“What?” 

“Nothing.” She smiled, still finding it simultaneously adorable and hilarious how out of touch Bucky was with pop culture. “Whatcha reading?”

Bucky looked up at her, cheeks flushing. "Just some posts about us," He flipped the phone around so she could see. “Wanda sent one to me, turns out there’s quite a narrative online about you and your mystery man.”

“No way,” Gianna plucked the phone from Bucky’s hand. “What are they saying now -”

She paused, eyes catching a photo of her and Bucky grabbing coffee a few weeks ago. She scrolled and saw another of them arriving at Tony’s place the night before. Scroll. Photo of them smiling at each other backstage. Scroll. Photo of Bucky walking her to their black SUV with his hand on her back. Scroll. A photo shot through the window of a different coffee shop of Gianna laughing at something he’d said.

“What does ‘ship’ mean?” Bucky interrupted her scrolling.

Gianna laughed, feeling a sense of amusement. "It means they want us to be in a relationship," 

Bucky looked at her, feeling a sense of surprise. "Really?".

"Yeah, they think we're cute together," she said, flicking through a few more posts before handing the phone back to him. “Like if you ‘ship’ two people, you’re rooting for them to get together.”

He took the phone back, his brow furrowed.

“For example, I ship Steve and Nat.”

Bucky looked up at her and grinned, seeming to understand. “I guess I do too.” 

He looked back down at his phone and couldn't decide if he was flattered or embarrassed. He wasn't used to being in the public eye, especially not in such a personal way. Over the years, he’d seen dozens of articles about his past, his trials, his pardon. Never any speculation about his love life, not that there had ever been much to speculate about. He was surprised that so many people were interested in their potential relationship.

Gianna seemed to notice his quiet thought process. "If it makes you uncomfortable in any way, we can be more secretive," Her eyes were kind. “I’m used to it, so I don’t really notice any more. We can stop going in public if you -”

Bucky shook his head, cutting her off. "No, I love being seen with you." 

His direct answer seemed to catch them both off guard. Gianna’s stomach filled with butterflies. Even Kate froze, the curling wand clutched in one hand and a lock of Gianna’s hair in the other. She glanced back and forth between the two, wondering how the hell they were the only two people who didn’t seem to realize that the sparks between them could power a small country.

“There are worse things to have people talk about. Trust me.” Bucky spoke again, diffusing the palpable tension in the room.

“Watch out Tom and Zendaya.” Gianna joked, hearing Kate chuckle behind her.

“Who?”

Gianna rolled her eyes. 

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Later that day, as afternoon turned to evening, Gianna sat in her green room. Bucky had gone to grab her water, so she was alone with her thoughts. She picked up her phone and opened her camera roll. Somehow, over the tour, it had been filled with sweet memories. 

As she waited for Bucky to return or for the stage manager to come tell her to get in position, she flicked through the photos, her heart skipping a beat with each happy memory coming back to her. 

Gianna's Camera Roll

When Bucky returned and told her they were ready for her backstage, she tossed her phone into her duffel bag and followed him out the door. 

Something told her that the love songs in her setlist would sound especially convincing tonight.

#bucky barnes #james bucky barnes #avengers #bucky barnes x oc #bucky fanfic #winter soldier #bucky fluff #winter soldier fluff #sebastian stan #winter solider x reader #bodyguard!bucky

[terriblesportsimagines]

Hello again! Can I get some Okumura, Shirakawa, Chris, Mei, and Sanada from DNA headcanons about a fantasy AU with a mage/healer type S/O? Like what the boys class would be and how they would team up or meet? Again hope you're doing well and this isn't too detailed a request for headcanons.

I love this ask, so much fun to work out, though very time consuming lol  It ended up being more about how they meet their s/o instead of relationship headcanons tho XD

Cut for length

Okumura Koushuu

Beastmaster Ranger

He’s a loner in general, he has his pets, why would he need anyone else?  It’s better to rely on yourself.

This is his self-image anyway, in reality he has friends, and often parties up with them.  Despite his grumpy exterior, he’s actually pretty protective.

Meets you one day while hunting by himself, some mid-low level bounty he could do in his sleep.  That being said, it’s really a fairly dangerous part of the forest, and when he hears a scream, he reacts instantly.  His wolf shoots off ahead of him and starts running.

He’s incredulous when he finds you, a white mage, backed up against a tree with a giant spider rearing over you.

You keep firing spells at it, but they aren’t doing much good, even the seemingly single attack spell you have.  What was a healer doing alone in this part of the woods?  Were you stupid?

Kills the spider handily while his wolf protects and comforts you.  Once he’s done, expect the scolding of your life.  He’s too harsh though, and his pet bites him, cluing him in to your state of duress.

Sighs and shyly holds out his hand, “I’ll take you back… if you really need to go into the forest, I’ll take you tomorrow.”

Basically inseparable after that.  Gets teased by Seto, Kuki and Yui about finding a partner in the middle of the woods, but he doesn’t care much.  He’s the one with the healer, after all.

Shirakawa Katsuyuki

Shadow/Assassin Rogue

He prefers the quiet stillness of the shadows, watching where no one could see him.  He embodies his class, moving like a shadow.  Has a perfect kill record.

He notices you long before you notice him.  You don’t even notice him, even if you pass by him several times. 

He prefers to watch and study from a distance before making any moves.  He’s not sure what it is about you that is interesting, but you quickly have his attention, and then suddenly you are everywhere.

Knows your class on sight, healers, especially ones that work with holy magic, have a kind of shine to them that sets them apart.  You’re basically his antithesis.

He probably wouldn’t have ever approached you, except Mei somehow got a hold of you and tried to force you into their group.  Grudgingly admits that finds you interesting and dislikes the idea of you being forced to do anything.

Thus, your first meeting with Shirakawa is the sight of his foot slamming into Mei’s ass, sending him sprawling into the near-mud of the yard of the tavern.  Snaps at Mei for accosting innocent healers.

Touch his arm, smile at him and thank him and that’s the end of the distance between you.

Takigawa Chris

Cleric/Battle Priest

Chris and his group find you passed out at the entrance of a cave known to house dark creatures.  It’s probably a miracle you haven’t been dragged away and eaten.

You don’t have any belongings and your weapon is broken.  Chris is horrified and drops everything to start casting status and healing spells.  He’s a fairly big guy in plate armor so when you finally wake up and he’s so close to you, there is definitely shock, fear and confusion.

He’s too gentle and kind to be afraid of, as you quickly discover (his group, less so, since Yuki is severe without meaning to be, Jun is perpetually angry, and Ryou is… well he’s Ryou).

Let’s be honest, in this situation, being rescued by Chris, who wouldn’t start to crush?

Gives up their job for the day to carry you back to town.  Stays with you to make sure the guards know what happened.  Turns out, you were with a random group who needed a healer, but when you were weak from all the healing you had to do (they sucked) they just left you for dead and took all your stuff and the reward.

Being Chris, he can’t really leave it alone and stays worried about you.  Plus you bonded on the trip back (he carried you) and he likes you.  He’s adorably shy about it, but he asks if you want to join their group for a while to regain your confidence.  Offers to teach you more spells, but this is purely a ploy to spend time with you.

A couple days after the incident a sheepish Chris and a smirking Ryou surprise you with your belongings, as well the entire reward for the job you finished.

Narumiya Mei

Templar/Inquisitor

This boy shines like the sun, making it obvious to literally everyone that sees him that he’s a holy magic drenched warrior, also known as a Templar/Inquisitor.  Judgey AF, righteous and justice oriented.

That being said, he’s got a good heart, and so while being often tempted to smite everything dark, criminal, evil, or just random people who glare at him, he doesn’t smite everything he dislikes.  Harada, his mentor, did beat some manners into his head after all.

He’s loud enough that everyone knows who he is, including you.  Being a druid healer, you prefer the quiet of the forest and he’s everything bright and loud so you avoid him at first.

Once he has you in his sights though… it’s impossible to escape.  He thinks your super cute, and since his group lacks a proper healer (he can heal a little bit, and Itsuki knows only a few spells) he starts bothering you about joining his group.  This one is neither subtle nor shy.

You eventually give in, mostly because you don’t have a group and doing jobs is difficult by yourself, but also there wasn’t anymore point in fighting with him about it.  He got even more excited when you argued with him.  The one time you put him in a root bind, you swore you saw hearts in his eyes.  (It was definitely because of your strength and the strength of your magic)

Once you were closer to him, you realize that he’s not nearly so braggy and self-centered as he seems to be on the surface, and can actually be quite kind, but always in a roundabout way, like he can’t be seen being kind, but still wants to be anyway.

He 100% falls for you first.

Sanada Shunpei

Thief/Bard Rogue

Normally, he doesn’t target ladies, especially ones that work for a living.  But the charm hanging from your belt is just too tempting and he spent all his money drinking… besides, you were a healer and there was always work for healers, you could afford to help him out, right?

Realizes it was a mistake the moment his fingertips touch the jeweled gold charm.  Pain explodes in his hand and races up his arm.  To his horror, spidery veins of light crawl over his hand and wrist, and he could feel them climbing further.

What the hell.

“Oh dear, I hope your arm doesn’t fall off.”

Sanada is not man that is easily rattled, but when he looked up and found your decidedly unimpressed face glaring at him he is shooketh

You’re so attractive, he thinks, more than even him, and he used his looks for his profession.  He didn’t have magic as you did, but even he could feel your aura and it was a little overwhelming to be honest…

“Ah, surely you can find it in your heart to forgive?” He knows he’s begging, wheedling even, but damn, his arm hurts like hell!  What was pride next to a functional arm?

He’s impressed by the way you scoff and the way your eyebrow lifts sardonically, as if his pain means nothing to you.  Aren’t you supposed to be a healer?

“I’m not the one that touched a light relic without the proper magic.”

The comment is cruel, but to his relief, you summon magic to your fingers and touch his cursed hand.  The pain disappeared in an instant.

He knows he’s in trouble when you smile sweetly at him.  Doesn’t even care, he’s all for diving head first.

I used this site for the classes

#daiya no ace #okumura koushuu #shirakawa katsuyuki #takigawa chris yuu #narumiya mei #sanada shunpei #headcanons #fantasy/game au

[blackoutbugza]

hi! so i don’t usually post fic stuff like this, but i decided to post the first chapter of a sanders sides AU i have in mind. not sure why since im really extremely very self conscious of my writing because it sucks ass but whatever right?

if you saw my last post about a sanders sides AU fic, ignore that because this is a completely different au that i made up last night at one in the morning. happy reading!

chapter 1 cw (content warnings):

swearing, weapons, breaking and entering

A quiet dorm sits in the middle of a college campus, sunset illuminating the room. Multiple posters and photographs of various media hung and laying around the room. The window cracked open just slightly, enough to let in a gentle breeze. Usually in a college dorm, two people would be occupying the room. But not this one; Janus Viper was the only student who didn’t have a roommate, although he had always wanted one since he grew up an only child. He’d have recurring dreams that a roommate or some kind of sibling would magically show up at the door, but they were just dreams.

He sat up in his bed, his dirty blonde hair messy as always. He didn’t bother brushing it, just putting on his signature black beanie and his yellow gloves since his sweater was already on him. He was meeting up with a friend today in a couple minutes to break into the boarded off part of the library everybody at the school was curious about. As he stepped into his black boots, he unlocked the door and made his way out with his backpack hung over his shoulder. Even though there were a couple people walking around the halls at this time, Janus tried to be as quiet and small as possible to avoid attention. Going into the forbidden section of the library was crazy illegal, after all. But it’s not like anyone knew.

He skillfully swung his backpack the other way so it was in front of his chest now, making it easier to scavenge though. He gripped his phone and took it out. Entering the password and going through his contacts, he finally found the one he was looking for. His best friend: Virgil Weaver. He pressed call, and Virgil almost immediately picked up.

“You on your way?” He asked, sounding just as rushed as Janus.

“Yeah, I’m making my way through. They don’t turn on security on the back door until six since teachers are still leaving, right?”

“Right. You should be good just going through there, I’ll meet you in the fantasy section.”

“Rodger,” Janus finished, hanging up the phone and sighing deeply as he snuck to the back doors of the school.

He crouched down on the side of a dumpster, listening for about ten seconds. There was no noise. The coast was clear.

He sprinted to the door, quietly opening it and scampering inside the school. Janus thought this idea was stupid since he didn’t believe in magic in the slightest, and everybody had accused the books in the boarded up section of the library were all “haunted”. Janus didn’t buy it, but he wouldn’t give up a good time with Virgil.

He looked around, trying to open the door. It was locked. Damnit!

Janus called Virgil again, making sure to whisper and have his phone on silent. Virgil eventually picked up, although it took a while.

“Yeah?”

“I can’t get in, the door’s locked.”

“Oh, don’t worry. Are you the entrance by the cafeteria or the band room?”

“Band room. You inside?-“

As soon as he asked that, the door to the library was opened which made him jump and immediately try to hide. But it was just Virgil, holding a bent paper clip which he seemed to pick lock his way in with.

“Dude, chill,” Virgil chuckled, gesturing for Janus to follow him inside.

“Shit, man! You scared me. Give me a warning first before I’m so caught off guard.” Janus rubbed his eyes tiredly, shaking his head as the library door closed.

As they were walking to the blocked off section, Janus turned to Virgil hesitantly.

“You don’t actually believe in ghosts, do you?” Janus placed his hands in his pockets.

“Of course I do. Weird ass stories come from that exact area, and sixty percent of them are actually true!”

“Yeah. That still leaves out like, forty percent.” Janus rolls his eyes and gets his foot stomped on my Virgil as a result, causing him to wince in pain and hold the injury.

“It’s still majority,” Virgil hisses.

They begin to make their way father, turning a corner. They both jump back in shock and hug each other tightly when they see another person, sitting down and reading peacefully.

He wears square shaped glasses, a black turtleneck, and for some odd reason, a blue necktie. He just raises an eyebrow stoically, pausing his reading session.

“What the-?!” Janus pauses. “Who are you? How did you even get in?!”

The student with the glasses pointed at Virgil.

“Your friend pick locked the door for me,” He said with a soft and quiet voice like he wasn’t used to speaking.

Virgil squinted. “I had the door open for like, what, three seconds? How did you sneak through?!”

The student waved his hand as if shooing Virgil off, not answering. “Are you guys looking for the boarded off part of the library or something?” He asked, looking back down at the book.

“Yeah, actually.” Janus nodded.

“You’re not going to tell anyone, are you?” Virgil assured, glancing at Janus who seemed to be thinking the same thing.

“Oh, please.” The student set the book down, clasping his hands and sighing tiredly. “If I reported this along with all the other ass crap I see on this campus, people would start coming to me instead of the boarded up library section for spooky stories.” He rolled his eyes.

Janus and Virgil sighed with relief and the student licked his finger, turning the page. “My name is Logan Berry. I’m just as curious about that boarded up section as you are.”

“Janus Viper…” Janus eyes Virgil.

“Virgil Weaver.” Virgil folds his arms, still not fully trusting Logan for scaring them earlier.

Logan adjusts his glasses looking up at the two. “Sometimes I hear a crying little girl, wishing for her pet snake back…”

“Seriously?!” Virgil exclaims excitedly.

“Seriously..?” Janus asks as he folds his arms sarcastically, still not buying the whole “ghosts are real” thing.

“Oh, yeah.” Logan stands up, gesturing for the two boys to follow. “C’mon, I have a couple tools in my bag we could use to take the boards off.”

They all make their way over to the section of the library, caution tape all around it and boards across the entrance spraypainted with the threatening words: DO NOT ENTER.

Logan reaches into his backpack and pulls out a power drill, a hammer, and a hand wrench.

Virgil cringes at this sight. “Hey, Logan?” He asks.

“Yes?” He asks, still shuffling around his bag.

“…Would others consider you… you know, the ‘quiet kid’?” Virgil continues, watching closely as Logan takes out a massive crowbar from his backpack.

“Yes, why?”

“…No reason,” He looks away, trying to ignore his answer.

Logan nodded and handed Virgil the hammer and hand wrench as he tossed the power drill to Janus. It was surprisingly heavy and Janus was thrown off guard, catching it barely.

“Okay. Janus, you use the power drill to take the nails out of the boards. Virgil, whichever boards Janus isn’t working on, you’re using the wrench to pound in the claw of the hammer into the middle, loosest part of each board to make a clearer opening for me so I can bust through with the crowbar. Got it?” Logan took the lead, looking at the two who both nodded in unison.

Janus turned to Virgil. “We are so getting arrested...”

“Fuck yeah we are,” Virgil chuckled, pounding the first crack in the board.

#sanders sides #ts sides #janus sanders #ts janus #deceit sanders #ts deceit #virgil sanders #ts virgil #anxiety sanders #ts anxiety #logan sanders #ts logan #logic sanders #ts logic #fic #fiction #writing #thomas sanders

[prince-rowan-of-the-forest]

(Vi)vianne Marie Zephyr (2/2)

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Warnings:

A tiny bit of deadnaming/misuse of pronouns for Virgil, but it's far less than the first part.

Pairings: Virgil & Remus

Word Count: 2098

Notes:

Hi all! I'm now uploading Random Things every Sunday whilst I take a break from my fantasy au, here's the first one!

Side note: my Ask Blog is now up and running on Tumblr! Where you can go over there and ask things to my characters :D Please go check it out if you're interested I'm perpetually bored, lol.

Also also, please reblog if you enjoy! It really helps out with the good ol' motivations and makes me very happy <3

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Over the next year, Vi shot up in height.

By the end of eighth grade Vi had gone from being one of the shortest in their grade to being one of the tallest. Remus took great pride in making fun of him for his ‘long ass twig legs’ and in return Vi had taken pleasure in his new ability to taunt Remus about being short. Vi had dreaded going back to school that year, but it turned out that he had more classes with Remus this time around which made it… a little more tolerable.

Speaking of Remus, Vi had finally felt confident enough to speak up around Remus, at least when they were in private and especially in Vi’s house. Remus had freaked out a little when he’d first heard him speak (apparently he’d assumed that Vi was incapable of speech completely, rather than just anxious). It had been slow going at first, especially after that minor hiccup, but by the summer between eighth and ninth grade, while in Vi’s house he was comfortable enough with Remus to have full, real conversations. 

At the end of eighth grade their grade had been split up by gender and of course Vi ended up with the girls (because he still hadn’t actually told anyone in school about not being a girl yet.) and they had been taken into classes to be taught about puberty and sex ed. Which was important for them to know at fourteen, because they’d start seeing the changes they were learning about in themselves soon enough- some had already, as Kailee already announced, very loudly, when they were talking about periods.

Vi had gone home in tears after that. He’d barely been able to hold it together for the rest of the day and he’d lost that small amount of control when Remus had mentioned it after school and ended up sprinting home and leaving Remus in the dust- determined not to be seen crying. He had just wanted to get home. 

His parents had sat with him for almost an hour until he’d calmed down enough to talk and explain. They’d held him tight and kissed his forehead and promised to look for a solution that could work for them. 

For Christmas that year, his parents had given him a binder and let him know that they were looking into medical treatments he could consider now that he was getting old enough to consent for them himself.

For the same Christmas (Which Remus spent at his house, having snuck out of his own to avoid his parents) Remus had given him a hoodie that was clearly too big for him, the sleeves falling past his hands and the button of the hoodie reaching his mid thighs. It had patches of purple fabric hand sewn onto it with messy white thread. Vi had barely taken it off since. 

—-

“So, Vi,” Remus said, lying back on Vi’s bed. It was the summer after ninth grade now, Vi had started wearing the binder he had gotten almost daily a few months ago, and he still hadn’t taken off the hoodie for longer than was necessary to wash it- even now that it was hot outside. He turned around in his spinny chair to face his friend- he had been working on some stupid project one of his teachers had set to be done over the summer, he hated it.

“Yeah?” He asked. Remus propped himself up on his elbows.

“Are you ever gonna tell everyone else that you’re a guy?” He asked, “I mean, t’s been like, two years now, and I know they don’t know but still hearing everyone but me and your folks call you a girl is-”

“I dunno,” Vi shrugged, “I- I really don’t like it either, but- I guess, I don’t want to tell everyone else until I’m sure about- everything." 

"You're a guy," Remus said, "What else is there to be sure about?"

"My name, for starters," Vi explained, "Vi was just a placeholder, based on my deadname, I uh, never intended it to stick. I know it's already been two years and that's a while for most people but I still want to be sure that I'm sure y'know - and I need to be sure I'm happy with my pronouns and how I want to present myself -"

"Ok ok, so there's a lot," Remus said, interrupting, "But! We can sort through all of it!" 

"We can?" Vi asked. 

"Course, c'mon take a break from that stupid project that doesn't matter cause you probably won't have Mrs Douchbag next year anyway," Remus said, "And we can go on a name hunt!" 

"A name hunt?" Vi repeated, raising an eyebrow even as he pushed his project away and picked up his phone to give his hands something to fidget with.

"Yeah!" Remus nodded, "Ok, so for starters, d'you want to keep the 'V' sound or go completely different?" 

"I uh- think I'd like to keep the V?" he said, "I like the way it sounds." 

"Ok!" Remus nodded, typing something on his phone, he read for a second before his eyes narrowed, "Ok, I've got a list, I'ma just fire these at you, Kay?" 

"Sure," Vi said, frowning.

"Ok, Victor?" 

"No," 

"Yeah, sounds too much like an old prospector, Vincent?" 

"Definitely not,"

"Mm, too 'Rich British kid', Vance?" 

"That's a name?" 

"Says here it is! Is that a no?"

"Definitely a no," 

"Ok, ok, Valentine?" 

"The people called Valentine always end up being the villain in sci-fi stories," Virgil huffed, "And I don't want to be named after a holiday."

"Mm, fair, Vermon?"

"Isn't that the name of Harry Potter's abusive uncle?" 

"Vector?"

"The Villain from Despicable Me," 

"Virgil? Lemme guess, too 'Roman Poet' for you? Vince?" 

"Sounds too much like Mince, wait, go back one?" 

"Virgil?" 

"Yeah uh- I don't - hate? That one?" Vi said.

"But do you like it?" Remus asked, leaning over.

"I- maybe? I guess? It's just- embarrassing," Vi said, looking away.

"Why's that?"

"I mean- it's not exactly 'cool' is it?" Vi rubbed the back of his neck, he did like it, in fact he really liked it, it's just… he didn't want something else for people to bully him for.

"Ok well first of all who gives a fuck." Remus rolled his eyes, "Second, it doesn't matter if it's cool! Just if you like it! Heck, if they had named Roman Romulus we'd fit the Roman myth, instead I just ended up being named after a character who freaking died. I don't care if it's cool, and you shouldn't either." 

"I-"

"Just do what you want, Kay? Don't give a shit about other people's opinions." Remus said, looking at him seriously. 

"I- I think I like Virgil. Then." Vi said.

"Ok Virgil!" Remus said, grinning, and Vi- no, Virgil, couldn't help but smile back. That sounded so… right. 

“That- I like that.” Virgil said, his smile widening as he thought about it, suddenly he found that he couldn’t stop smiling and Remus was grinning right back.

“Awesome!” Remus nodded, “Then that’s all that matters, isn’t it?”

“I suppose so…” Virgil mumbled. 

“Ok what else was there? Right, pronouns!”

—-

They had spent the rest of that day talking through different pronoun sets. Virgil finally revisited that red underlined note he had made in his notebook that first day of researching and together they faced the daunting list of neopronouns.

In the end, he still found that he/him was the best fit, his favourite and the ones he wanted to keep using. He had also decided that he was ok with they/them, it didn’t make him feel any certain way, as well as a fairly long list of neos too. There were some he didn’t like, especially she/her and Remus had promised never to use those. 

—-

Remus had finally persuaded Virgil to go shopping with him the next weekend and Virgil’s dad had agreed - expression brimming with excitement - to take them. The closest shopping centre to their little village was at least forty-five minutes from their house and the good shopping centre that Remus wanted to take him to was almost an hour and a half away. Virgil had only agreed in order to stop the relentless asking and his dad… really hadn’t taken that much convincing, he was just happy to get Virgil out of the house for the day for once.

The mall had been overwhelming at first, it was such a massive bright building with so many things to look at, the shops themselves of course but also the decor, the small vendors set up around the central pathway, the fountain he could hear clear as day but couldn’t see. Remus had grabbed his hand as they walked in together, squeezing it to ground him before dragging him off to a shop near the entrance. 

In the end the trip hadn’t been nearly as bad as Virgil had expected. They had spent more money than Virgil ever thought they could spend shopping (Remus’ parents were supposedly the richest people in their little town but Virgil wasn’t sure Remus had acquired all the notes he seemed to have by asking them). They’d gotten McDonalda and then returned home with their wares and for the next three days Virgil was at the receiving end of an inordinate amount of dress-up that he only allowed because it was Remus. 

He’d let Remus do his makeup and paint his nails when Remus had insisted he’d like it despite his obvious hesitation on the subject. But when Remus finally turned him around in his chair so he could look in the mirror Virgil couldn’t help but gasp. The makeup didn’t make him look- girly- in the slightest, it made him look more like he’d just stepped out of a punk-rock concert, he found he couldn’t be happier and Remus had excitedly said: ‘I told you so’. 

—-

Virgil had gone back to school in tenth grade looking like a whole new person. 

Remus had appeared at his door on the first day of the grade far too early in the morning armed with a whole host of supplies that he had stolen from his brother (Virgil had some of his own by now, but Remus was annoyed that the only colours he seemed to have were purple and black). 

He had been sat down as Remus forcefully insisted on doing both of their makeup so they could go into school looking ‘super swag’. Virgil had protested that he knew how to do his own makeup by now, but Remus had informed him whilst already applying eyeshadow that he did it better and that Virgil should just let it be. 

In reality, Virgil hadn’t really wanted to make a scene going back to school. He was still being bullied after all, though it was far better than it had been. Remus had promised him that it would be fine as he picked an outfit out of the clothes they had bought together and threw things at Virgil until he started to get a little overwhelmed. 

Despite all his protests, though, when Virgil left the house in massive platform boots with straps and buckles, loose ripped up trousers with chains and strings hooked onto the belt loops and the jacket Remus had made him (because despite Remus’ attempts he refused to budge on that). He wore a Paramore band t-shirt under the jacket that he’d been worried was ‘cringe’, to which Remus had told him to shut up and that ‘cringe’ was an illusion people made up to stop other people from having fun and to just wear the t-shirt if he liked it. So Virgil wore the t-shirt. 

And despite the fact that he was wearing earrings and makeup and had paint on his nails, Virgil had never felt further from uncomfortable in his life.

The world was looking up now, as Virgil walked into school on the first day of tenth grade to stares and whispers that were different than they used to be, people saying: “Who is he?” and “Woah look at what he’s wearing,” but not in the same mocking tone they used to asy it. When someone asked and he introduced himself as Virgil for the first time, when halfway through the year he got his name changed in the school’s database and Remus was finally able to correct teachers and students alike when they acted like assholes. 

Slowly, people were forgetting the little girl called Vivianne Zephyr, and wasn’t that the greatest feeling ever?

#sanders sides #sanders sides fanfiction #virgil sanders #remus sanders #NewYears Verse #rowans writings

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Dreams In Which I'm Dying (3)

part 3 of 16 | 856 words | Teen +

Donnie Darko AU | parts 1 & 2 | parts 4 & 5 | parts 6 & 7 | part 8 | part 9 | parts 10 & 11 | parts 12 & 13 | part 14 | parts 15 & 16 (complete) | read on Ao3

Summary:

Eddie Munson is tired. On his way back to the trailer park last night some alarm on his watch had gone off—BEEEEP! . . . BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!—and scared the crap out of him. It had been hard to fall asleep after that.

3 - Tired

Eddie Munson is tired. On his way back to the trailer park last night some alarm on his watch had gone off—BEEEEP! . . . BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!—and scared the crap out of him. It had been hard to fall asleep after that.

Whatever nightmares he drags himself out of on Saturday morning are fucking awful. Maybe it's for the best that he’s forgotten them already.

By the time he emerges from his bedroom Wayne is long gone to work, and something about the empty trailer gives him the creeps. His head aches too much from lack of rest to blast music, so instead he hops in his van and just . . . drives, aimless, the radio cranked down to what most would call normal volume until he gets caught in a traffic snarl out near the old Benny’s Burgers.

Hawkins doesn’t have traffic, usually. Disconcerted, he u-turns and heads into town, snags more cigarettes at the gas station before pulling up in front of the arcade.

He doesn’t have enough pocket change left to make the arcade worth it. Maybe enough to rent a movie though, he thinks as he eyes the Family Video next door. Something to drown out the oppressive silence back at the trailer. . . . That should work. 

The bell over the door chimes as he makes his way inside, no time to take in his surroundings before—

“Munson?”

Eddie jumps about a foot in the air with a yelp, flailing around to glare at Steve fucking Harrington in a green Family Video vest. It somehow matches his eyes. (Eddie had always thought were brown, but upon inspection that he never expected to get close enough to make, they're hazel.) “Jesus H. Christ, you have got to stop doing that!”

Great. A stupid attraction was so much easier to ignore when the subject stayed in a completely different orbit. But now, thanks to Satellite Dustin sweeping in and swinging shit out of alignment, this is happening. These are his first direct words to an attractive, athletic guy with a great smile and a greater ass, who Eddie has definitely rubbed one out to before. (He hasn’t kept count, he’s not an animal.)

Steve blinks at him, having the gall to look like he has no idea what Eddie’s talking about. “Riiight, I’ll get right on that. Anyway—” he claps his hands with the abrupt subject change, rubbing them together for good measure “—can I talk to you about something, man?”

“Uh.” This is a pretty benign conversation starter for someone who always seemed more likely to trip him in the school hallways and laugh. Eddie glances around Steve, still trying to decide between Fantasy and the Science Fiction. (Horror is a no go in his current post-nightmare mood.) “If you must.”

“It’s about Sinclair.”

His attention snaps back to Steve like a snapped rubber band. “If this is about luring a child into the dastardly clutches of a fantasy game cult, Harrington, you’re better off leaving that to the PTA moms. Besides, Erica can hold her own against the assembled forces of Satan.”

The wry smirk he gets in response is not what Eddie was expecting. “Yeah, I know,” Steve says, hands falling onto his own hips—and the thing is, it sounds like he does know. “I meant Lucas, actually. Dustin filled me in on the schedule conflict last night.”

Eddie doesn’t have the patience for this. He shoulders past Steve to head into the shelves. “Let me guess. Something something, championship game that was only announced the night before is more important than a final campaign session scheduled weeks in advance?”

“It’s not about scheduling,” Steve says, following. “You know that Lucas came off the bench and made the winning shot, right?”

“Don’t know how I could, considering I wasn’t there,” Eddie replies flatly as he pretends to browse. Pretends that proximity to Steve Harrington isn’t making him sweat.

“Yeah, well. All I’m saying is, next time could you maybe not make the shitheads choose between their favorite pastime and their best friend? It would’ve meant a lot to Lucas if they could’ve seen him do that.”

It’s so earnest, the way he says it, that Eddie almost forgets it’s not that simple. Between Jeff’s family dinners, Gareth’s insistence on actually studying, Grant’s curfew, Dustin’s frequent orthodontist appointments, and Mike’s Spring Break flight to California, it had been like herding cats to get dates and times that worked for everybody all semester.

“And all I’m saying,” Eddie shoots back, remarkably level, “is that Lucas didn’t even bother to tell me about his sudden schedule conflict in person, he made his best friends do it. Sorry man, he got what he got.”

This would be the perfect time to select his tape, shoulder past Steve, and saunter cooly up to the desk to check out.

It would be. Instead, the front door bursts open and startles Eddie into fumbling the tape he’s pulling from the shelf.

“Steve, Robin, we have a code red!” shrieks Dustin Henderson, sweeping in like a hurricane and trailing some red-headed girl Eddie didn’t know in his wake. “I repeat, code red!”

#donnie darko steddie au #stranger music anthology #steddie fanfic #my fanfic #eddie munson lives #chrissy still dies... sorry #time loop au #eddie munson #steve harrington