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sirowsky-stories · 6 months

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Temple of Love

Sirowsky's 600 & 700 Followers Celebration

Submitted by @bilibiche Prompt #12: How did you do that? Prompt #15: I swear I'm not drunk. Character: Pero Tovar

Rating: Mature 18+ONLY Warnings: Pero Tovar x Gender Neutral Reader. AU. Meet cute. Pero has no right to be this hot while twirling deadly weapons around like chop-sticks, okay! Sexual tension galore. Highly suggestive narrative. Soundtrack: Sisters of Mercy - Temple of Love Word Count: 1570 Masterlist of the Celebration Sirowsky's Main Masterlist

You’re late for the first class, rushing into the building where you find no staff at the front desk who can direct you, so for a moment, you just stand there looking around, wondering which door you’re supposed to take. There are only three people working here, all of whom are instructors, so the front desk is only manned in between classes or when one of them doesn’t have anything on schedule.

A whiteboard behind the desk shows which classes are available today, and at which times, but it doesn’t say where each one is. So, you’re just gonna have to peek through the doors at random, hoping you won’t disturb anyone. Fittingly, the first door you crack open leads to a cleaning and maintenance room, both of which you should really apply to your own life so that you might regain some order.

Opening the second door on the same side of the hallway reveals what looks like a lunchroom for the staff, and now you’re getting seriously frustrated with yourself, so you move to the other side of the corridor and click the closest door open. It’s the wrong room but you end up frozen on the threshold as the sight that meets you leaves you breathless.

A man is training alone in there. You’ve never seen the actual man before, but his picture is on the wall in the reception, so you know that his name is Pero and that he works here, but that’s also all you know about him. You had no idea that he’s apparently an expert swordsman. While you stand there, mesmerized by the rapid glimmer of the lights reflected in the metal as the man twirls and swings in perfect synchronicity, you can hear how the swords sing.

Without even knowing it, you’re drawn into the room, carefully closing the door behind you, not even glancing away from the hypnotizing display before you. But you remain right by the wall just inside the door, afraid to get too close and even more afraid that the guy might get angry at you if you disrupt his routine. So, you just stand there, like a statue, trying to work out how he can do any of this without cutting himself to pieces.

Then suddenly, he stops. It happens so abruptly that you flinch at the sudden lack of motion, when just half a second ago you were having trouble keeping up with the lightning-fast movements. He’s not done, though. He seems to be ending one routine and starting another, and if you’re not mistaken, you see his eyes momentarily lock with yours when he steps to the side to turn on some music, before he starts going again.

And amazingly… impossibly… he’s moving even faster now. Building speed as he goes, finding the rhythm to Temple of Love, he’s now using the entire floor, whistling past you at a mere three-foot distance, leaping into the air and flipping around in what looks like impossible maneuvers to your eyes. He’s not just fast, he’s crazy agile too. And you feel like maybe he’s showing off. Just a tad.

Not that you mind. You’d happily watch this all day.

Sadly, it soon ends, when he returns to the center of the room and once again becomes completely still, this time even dropping to his knees and putting the swords down. It isn’t until he’s gotten up, turned the music off and is walking towards you that you remember why you’re even here.

“S-sorry… I was looking for…” you try, but your mind goes blank when he pulls his white t-shirt off and starts using it as a towel on his literally dripping wet neck, chest and arms.

“Yes?” he softly prompts you to continue, and you could swear that you see a small smirk in the lines around his mouth as he watches your eyes follow the contours of his muscles.

“Um… I was looking for the self-defense class.”

“That’s at the end of the hall. Another three doors down,” he politely directs you, and you know that you should leave, that you’re already way late, but somehow your legs aren’t moving.

“You should put some numbers on the doors, or something,” is all you can think to say, and he smiles and nods.

“We’re waiting to have them repainted with chalk paint so that we can write on them.”

“Oh. That’s clever,” you dumbly reply while your eyes once again drift away from his, tracing the slow movement of a single drop of sweat, trickling down his Adam’s apple and then briefly stopping in the little dip between his collar bones, before continuing down his sternum.

“Find something interesting?” he asks, snapping your attention back to his face, but thankfully finding him only bemused by your ogling.

“Well, uh, I was just wondering… How did you do that?” you manage to say, despite your growing shame at your own lack of restraint.

“I first learned as a young boy. And as with anything you want to master, it takes thousands of hours of practice, first with sticks, then blunt blades, and finally the real thing. But what I teach here is more basic. Usually, actors who need to learn not to look useless holding a sword in a movie or tv-show.”

“That seems like a waste of talent, if you don’t mind my saying so.”

“No, that’s alright. There isn’t much need for my level of skill in the real world. I don’t do this as a way of fighting, it’s more like… meditation,” he explains, and you’re a bit surprised at the admission that he might need that kind of soul cleansing.

He notices your slight reaction, but it only makes him smile.

“I have plenty of reasons to need meditation. Everyone does. And most of us do find our own way to it. Some play golf, some play video games. Others walk dogs or ride horses. What’s your thing?” he finishes by turning the topic over to you, and you’re momentarily stunned.

“I don’t know… I like to read, I guess. That usually helps me relax.”

“Good,” he nods approvingly, but then his smile turns a bit sly. “Still not great at reading the time, though.”

“Oh, shit!” you gripe, remembering your class. “I’m so sorry I bothered you, sir.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he kindly offers, and you finally manage to coax your legs into turning you around.

But as you turn, you stumble down from the thin mat which protects the floor, and people’s limbs from breaking, and you’re about to fall on your face when he catches you.

“Careful, there. It’s easy to snag the soles of your shoes in the added grip of the mat.”

Afraid that you’re just gonna embarrass yourself even more if you try to speak, you just smile and nod before heading for the door. You hadn’t even realized that you’d stepped onto the mat at all. When had you done that? The question becomes moot, however, when you go to open the door, miss the handle and end up walking straight into the wooden frame.

Instead of stepping back, you just rest your forehead against the door, putting your hands on your hips in pointless defiance of your own stupidity, trying to bury the humiliation by just not looking at him, because you know that he saw it.

“I swear I’m not drunk,” you grumble, surely looking like a complete idiot but too far gone to care.

“I didn’t think so,” he replies, and you can hear the smile in his voice. “Still… maybe I should drive you home.”

You lift your head away from the door and drop your arms down your sides, frowning deeply as you try to ascertain if he actually just said that or if you merely imagined it. Your own brain is too unreliable right now, so you turn around to look at him in the hopes of finding an answer, but he’s just standing there, as leisurely as ever.

“What?” you try, and after a moment, he smiles again.

“I said that maybe I should drive you home. You seem dangerously distracted.”

“Well, I wholeheartedly and unapologetically blame you for that. No one should be so talented and look that good,” you retort, before mentally chastising yourself, because you might as well be drunk.

You never talk like that to strangers. Not ever.

He steps closer then, until he’s crowding you against the back of the door, and his smell hits your senses like a sledgehammer. Sweat, of course, but remnants of deodorant as well. And when his hand comes up to brush a stray hair back into place, you can smell the metal and leather of the handles of his swords.

“If I do take you home,” he starts, and his voice is honey now, deep and low, “then I’ll need to come inside and make sure you get to bed alright. So, with that in mind, I’ll ask again: Do you want me to drive you home?”

You try to think rationally, to weigh the potential dangers against the potential benefits, but if your mind wasn’t working before, it sure as shit ain’t working now. All you’ve got is how you feel, in this moment right now, and there’s no ambivalence present. You know exactly what you want. For once, it’s an easy answer.

“Yes. Please.”

THE END

Massive thanks to @bilibiche for putting the image of a sweat-soaked Pero Tovar showing off with shiny swords into my head, cause that's gonna take a hot minute to scrub out! XD Seriously though, this was a hoot! Thank you, love.

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ravioliet · 2 days

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What I think OSMU would be in the mlp AU:

Opal: pegasus. Longs to leave the Arctic to find somewhere warmer where she can fly.

Omar: earth pony. Doesn't understand Opal completely, but he agrees with her other reasons and he wants to see the world so there's that.

Oswald: unicorn. Mostly uses his telekinesis for sorting stuff in his job as a library-museum pony, but has been tempted to try out stuff in old spellbooks every so often.

Orla: dunno atm. was very young when the event celebrated on Hearth's Warming Eve occured. Still guards the 44-leaf clover.

Oprah/the Big O is still here and looks WAY more regal than when we last saw her(s2 finale). Like our main 4 are astounded by it when they first see her.

Veering off the OSMU track, I think Olive is protective of Otto, as in canon, but it gets extreme sometimes. Blank flank insult from Oren? She will yeet him across the room with her telekinesis. It takes a lot out of her to lift a whole pony tho. Aside from the fact that Ms. O is an alicorn who could easily overpower her if she tried that, that's why she opted for a stunpulse during "Ms. O Uh-Oh".

Also I wonder if there's some sort of ritual that Directors go through to turn their successors into alicorns. T'would be interesting!

yeah! so i never really got around to watching osmu beyond the few episodes i managed to catch on pbs kids but i know some things and yeah this seems pretty accurate, might have to steal from this haha

anyways yeah mlp Olive is so funny to me, she's pretty good at magic and all that but she's also still into sports and athletic stuff which most don't really expect from a unicorn so sometimes she'll pull stuff like letting someone think she's going to fight them with magic and then opting to kick them across the room horse style or something. Ms. O does stuff like this as well since she was an earth pony first before becoming an alicorn and she has the earth pony strength and resilience and everything. she has a full grip on her alicorn abilities because she's been one for a long while now but she still does stuff like kick holes in walls just because. you do not want to end up in a fight with either of them they have both magic and physical strength and you WILL lose.

and about the alicorn bit i've actually been plotting out some of the alicorn stuff and you got it pretty close with the ritual thing actually! in my mind when a director has to step down or leave for whatever reason they either have to hand off their alicorndom to their successor themselves or they have it revoked by someone else and passed on for them if that makes sense. it's just so that there aren't any random alicorn civilians out there or anything lol. because in my mind at least director level alicorns aren't technically royal alicorns (if they are they're very low ranking) they just have alicorn powers and leader status. however the Big O position does come with royal alicorn status, with their sorta domain being the whole organization since it's all across equestria and everything. so yeah you pretty much got it spot on with the whole idea of Big O Oprah being more regal and powerful looking because she's technically a princess now! she's very small compared to the other princesses but she's a princess nonetheless :)

i also have some silly facts about alicorn Olive and Otto in particular that i might share later if i feel like it but i don't know if i should wait until i've drawn them or not sdhfjh

#i am planning on drawing them soon though i've just been a bit busy lately #odd squad #mlp #mlp au #odd squad mlp au #<- tag for this au maybe??

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mymoodwriting · 1 year

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Beyond The Stars

F!Reader x EXO

Genre: Amnesia AU, EXO Universe/Planet

Warning: Runaways, Guns, Violence, Blood, Main Character Death, Temporary Death, Poison, Trauma, Abuse, Drugs, Pills, Medication, Manipulation

Words: 6.8K

Chapter Sixteen

(Prev//Next)

Prompt: You’re the most important thing to EXO, you’ve been with them for years, and when you wind up missing, it greatly upsets them. Their journey to find you and bring you home starts a chain of events that leads to facing their own greatest fears, making unlikely allies, traveling to other worlds again and finally gathering the strength to take down their greatest enemy. Along the way you get to see their true colors and fall in love all over again, although you might come to realize you don’t like what you see in the mirror.

@suhappysuho @starillusion13

“Red Force? What the hell are you talking about?”

“Don’t play with me. I told you, traveling dimensions isn’t random, we landed here for a reason, and that reason is RF. There is something you’re not telling us, so talk.”

“I don’t-”

“Or I will make you.”

“Are you threatening me?”

“Yes. I don’t want to, but I assure you, I can follow through with it.”

Chan scoffed. “You’re talking about this Red Force as if I’d have any idea what they are or what they do. How do you expect me to answer that?”

“They’re a group bent on corrupting all of existence and tend to run all kinds of horrific experiments across different dimensions. Does that ring any bells?”

“Not particu-”

“Experiments?” Felix suddenly spoke up. “Like the ones we were a part of…”

“Felix!”

“What did you say?” Suho questioned. “You were experimented on?”

Felix hesitantly rolled up his sleeve, revealing a barcode tattoo on his wrist. Chan didn’t seem entirely happy about the revelation, but Suho could understand why. He couldn’t begin to fathom what they had gone through, or how they escaped.

“Who did this to you?”

“We were in a lab in the city of Miroh.” Chan explained. “At the time it was simply home to us, but looking back on it we can see the truth.”

“So a place in the city that runs experiments, and you’re powerless to stop them… that sounds like RF. I see why we landed here.”

“Really?”

“Despite the rather infinite universes, one is always drawn to their own. Evil like RF would seek itself out, but there is still more good in us, so we end up with someone who we shared common ground with.”

“You were experiments too?”

“A long time ago… now that we know why we came here, there will be no issue leaving.”

“Wait, what?” Taeyong spoke up. “Leave?”

“Once your people are alright, we’ll get out of here.”

“We can’t just leave them. You’ve confirmed it yourself, RF is here, aren’t you going to do something?”

“Why would we do anything?”

“So you’re just gonna keep running away?”

“I’m sorry, do you think you can take on RF? Have you forgotten that your own people were taken and tortured for a handful of days? Because of them we wound up here, and some only just recovered from being trapped in their own minds. Do you seriously think you’re in any state to take on such an enemy?”

“We can’t just-”

“RF knows who my people are. They will not hesitate to burn this world to the ground to capture us. And they’ll gladly take you as well. So let’s not make our escape for nothing.”

“You’re a coward. This group here is just a piece of RF. You took down those bastards back on my home world, but now you can’t be bothered to fight them? You keep running, and for what-”

“There used to be twelve of us!”

“… what?”

“There used to be twelve… do a headcount for me.”

“…”

“I’m not risking anymore lives, especially when one of my own needs help. Once y/n is in a better state, we’re leaving.”

“You can’t-”

“Find your own way home then.”

Without another word Suho walked off, going to find you. Taeyong was left to process, but his gaze wandered over to Chan. This was his world, and he had just been told of a greater enemy of the universe that was here. More so that they weren’t gonna get any help with it.

“He’ll come around.” Taeyong stated. “He just needs a second.”

“I won’t hold my breath.” Chan sighed. “So, you’ve dealt with these RF guys before?”

“Yeah… they were on my home world too, had their own experiments… us actually…”

“Guess that’s their thing. What’s the point though?”

“No idea. You’d have to ask someone from EXO.”

“EXO?”

“The name of the others, my group goes by NCT.”

“Ah, I see.”

“Don’t worry so much, I won’t just leave you guys to fend for yourselves. We came here for a reason.”

“What about your world though? What happened there?”

“We rebuilt. I’d say it’s like a paradise. Which is all the more reason why I want to help you. I know what it’s like to be trapped by some higher power. One shouldn’t have to live like that.”

“Kinda gotten used to things here.”

“But it can be better.”

“I suppose.”

“I’ll talk to Suho, I promise.”

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Despite being in a whole other world, it didn’t seem that different. You were surrounded by familiar faces, and familiar places. A whole little forest like this, you could feel Lay all around you. Although there was something off that you couldn’t quite figure it out. You weren’t going to dwell on it though. At the moment you just wanted to enjoy swimming in the pond with Chanyeol and Baekhyun. The water was actually warm like a hot tub, which was very relaxing and soothing, giving you a long overdue break.

“How are you feeling?”

Suho came over to the edge of the pond, moving the water to bring you closer to him. You offered him a big smile, taking one of the flowers and holding it out to him. He took it and reached over to pet your head.

“I’m good. This is like a nice bath, it reminds me of home.”

“We’ll be going home soon, promise. I just want everyone to be alright first.”

“I know. How is everyone?”

“They’re doing alright. Have you seen Lay?”

“He was off with Chen somewhere.”

“Alright, you stay here then.”

“Will do.”

Suho watched you go back over to the others before heading off to find Lay. Just as you said, he was with Chen, the two sitting on a rock and talking. When he had confronted Chan earlier, the two had stepped away from the others, and Taeyong had followed. He was sure they all had their questions, but he had some of his own too.

“Y/n seems to be doing well.” Suho stated. “What about the Neos?”

“I made a cleanser for them.” Lay said. “They already seem to be doing better, but some might need another one later.”

“Alright. Once they’re stable we can get out of here and go somewhere safe. From there we can take better care of y/n.”

“What’s the verdict then?” Chen questioned. “What did our host say?”

“RF is here under a different name. They were experimenting on those boys before they escaped.”

“Holy shit, really?”

“It makes sense why we landed near them. Still, when we’re good, we’re gone.”

“We’re not going to help them?”

“We’re not in a position to help anyone right now.”

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“Shouldn’t we let the hyungs know we’re going out?”

“As if they’d let us.”

Jeno took Renjun’s hand and pulled him along. There did seem to be a lot of tension in the air, but there wasn’t much they could do about it. So instead they opted to explore. The Jisung from this world offered to show them around the district, and how they could refuse. So the two, along with Jaemin, followed Jisung and his friend Felix out into the district. This was only the second world they had been on, so they certainly wanted to see more of it. All five of them snuck out undetected.

“So this whole district… is yours?” Renjun questioned.

“Pretty much.” Jisung confirmed. “Been our home for years now.”

“So do you guys have powers?” Felix asked. “Like the others?”

“No.” Jaemin sighed. “I mean, in theory we should get some, but nothing’s happened yet.”

“Huh… can I ask, what did you go through? You were experimented on too, weren’t you?”

“It’s honestly hazy.” Jeno said. “A blur of white and pain. I don’t know why they did any of it, or why us.”

“How did you escape?”

“We had help. EXO, they took down RF, set us free. From there everything was up to us. What about you?”

“Chan is always the one with the plan. I’m not sure when he had it all figured out, but one day he had us follow him to this bus.” Jisung explained. “From there we just drove out of hell and kept going until we found a place to call our own.”

“Sounds pretty badass.”

The group went around the district, seeing how it really was all their own. They were hiding, so it made sense to just keep to themselves, although it didn’t mean they were left alone.

“Shit, Miroh scouts.”

Jisung took Felix’s hand, running into the nearest building and heading up. The other three followed, confused and with questions. They all got to one of the upper floors, staying away from any openings.

“What’s going on?” Jaemin questioned.

“Miroh scouts.” Jisung said. “But they’re not supposed to be here.”

“Then why are they?”

“Obviously because of all of you. Usually they come through the district later on, but your arrival must have them here to investigate.”

“What do we do then?” Jeno asked.

“We need to get back to base, and we can’t get caught by them either.”

“Okay, then let’s find an opening.”

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“Chan!” Minho was desperately looking for their leader. “Chan, we have a situation.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Miroh scouts, they’re here.”

“What!”

Chan ran over and followed Minho over to their security system, looking over the cameras. His heart sank as he saw the Miroh scouts walking around, in rather big numbers too, and he had yet to hear the biggest issue.

“Jisung, and Felix stepped out a while ago with some of the aliens, and they’re not back yet.”

“What!”

“Is something wrong?”

Taeyong had been with Chan when the boy was suddenly called away. He followed them, knowing a problem was also something he needed to worry about.

“Some of your boys ran off with mine and they’re not back yet!”

“What? I-”

“And now there are Miroh scouts in the district. They weren’t due to come through here for another three days! Your arrival has attracted unwanted attention and caused unnecessary problems. Now find them!”

“Find them?”

“Don’t you all have powers? One of you is surely able to find them.”

“You have cameras all over this place, why are you asking me?”

“Some went down when you showed up and we haven’t been able to repair them. And given they snuck out, they surely used blind spots to avoid detection.”

“Look, we can’t just teleport around this place. We don’t know where to look and we’d tire ourselves out.”

“There has to be something you can do.”

“Aren’t all your people connected or something.” Seungmin said. “Can’t you use that to find your people and ours?”

“We’re not exactly in the best condition right now.” Taeyong explained. “Sungchan is still recovering, as is Jungwoo, and even then, we don’t know this place, we wouldn’t be able to find them either.”

“So you’re useless.” Changbin stated. “What about the others then?”

“I don’t know what they’d be able to do.”

“Only one way to find out.”

Chan and the others went off to find someone of EXO, going into the little forest area. They followed the sounds and came across a pond, seeing three individuals.

“Oh, hello there.” You saw the others and swam over. “What brings you here?”

“We need your help.”

“What can we-”

You were gonna get out of the pond to better talk to them when Baekhyun came over and pulled you back in. He wrapped his arms around you.

“What’s going on?” Baekhyun asked. “Why do you need our help?”

“My boys have gone missing, and NCT is useless here.”

“Hate to be a prick but what do you expect from us?” Chanyeol question. “This isn’t our world, we don’t know how to navigate it, and none of our own are missing.”

“Surely you can do something!”

“What’s with all the commotion?” Suho made his appearance. “What’s going on?”

“My people are missing and someone needs to do something!” Chan yelled. “You’re all just telling me you’re useless despite all this power you have.”

“Easy, how about you start by telling me what’s going on?”

“There are Miroh scouts in the district. Most likely investigating your arrival, and some of my boys are out there. If they get caught they’ll get taken back to Miroh!”

“And that’s basically RF… do you have a general idea where they are?”

“No. They snuck around avoiding cameras, and some are offline anyway.”

“Okay, you need to fix those up first. If your enemies are all over the place, we need to make sure we aren’t blind anywhere.”

“Are we safe?” DO suddenly asked, all the others having gathered around. “Or do we need to prepare for a fight?”

“No, we are safe here.” Minho assured. “This whole area is off their radar, so anyone outside is in danger, and that includes the NCT boys.”

“NCT…” Suho thought for a moment. “They’re not in the best condition right now, but perhaps we can figure something out. Kai teleports based on visuals, as long as he can visualize where he is going he can find them. Taeyong, how is Hendery?”

“He’s doing well, all things considered, why?”

“He gets visions, perhaps he can find Chan’s boys, and if Kai can get a visual on their location, we can get them back here quickly.”

“Kai isn’t connected to us, and Hendery’s never shared visions before.”

“That’s why we have Lay.”

“What?”

“I’ll explain while we get started, but firstly the cameras.”

“I’ll see if I can get Sicheng to look them over.” Taeyong said. “And I’ll get Hendery.”

“Okay.”

The plan was similar to what had been done before to help the NCT boys, but the goal was different this time. Hendery wasn’t exactly at full strength but he was sure he could do this. They had just escaped from the monster, he didn’t want his younger brothers going back there.

“Kai will go under with you.” Lay explained. “If all goes well he’ll be able to see what you see, and know where to go.”

“It won’t hurt, right?” Hendery asked.

“No, just relax.”

It was all a similar scene for Taeyong. The pond and flowers, the strange drink that leads one into a dream. Kai was already in the water, and Hendery slowly made his way in. He had been here before too, but this time he was willingly going under. Lay handed them both a drink, and once they took it had them lie down in the water. This was all really on Hendery, he knew who to reach out for, but he had never really forced a vision. For the most part they came to him on their own, in times of need or sporadically. With more practice he could probably control this better, but his powers were fairly new. For now he’d just have to trust he could do this.

Everyone would also have to wait and see if he was capable of this. Chan was the most anxious. Their security system was getting fixed, but that was no guaranteed way of finding them. This wasn’t either, but magical powers sounded like the better option over technology. He could barely even understand how any of this worked. So he waited, pacing around the pond and hoping something happened soon. He didn’t know how long it took but seeing movement in the water got his attention. He would have gone into the water if Suho hadn’t stopped him.

“Give it a second.”

Kai gasped awake, standing up in the water. Moments later Hendery seemed to wake up too, seeming far more disoriented than the other. Lay checked with him, whereas Kai was catching his breath and making his way over to the edge.

“Where are they!” Chan demanded.

“In danger.”

When Kai got out of the pond he grabbed Chan, and suddenly everything changed. They weren’t in the forest anymore, but what seemed more like an abandoned building. Chan was expecting to see his boys, but there was no one around.

“You said they were here!”

“This is where the vision led me. They’re around here. I’ll get reinforcements.”

Kai quickly disappeared, and Chan was left on his own. He started looking around, if he could scream he would, but being out here was dangerous enough. He found the nearest window, peeking out as scouts walked past. They didn’t seem to be on alert, so no one had been found yet. He still had a chance. As he had taught the others, given the district is mostly abandoned, scouts would rarely check the upper floors of any of these buildings. Chan began to look for a way up when a hand was suddenly on his shoulder. Kai had returned with a few others.

“Easy, it’s us.”

“We need to check the upper floors. I usually-”

The sounds of gunshots startled them all. There was already tension, and now Chan was afraid. He immediately ran towards the sound, jumping out the nearest window.

“Jisung! Felix!”

He didn’t care about subtlety anymore. He was afraid of losing someone. The whole point of being out here was to be together and to be free. The others followed behind, knowing things could go sideways fast. Scouts were soon on them, and opening fire. For the most part they could take care of themselves, but Chan was the one carelessly running around. They protected him, but everything was becoming so chaotic. Soon enough they realized the scouts weren’t even people but robots, making it easier to take them down.

“Hyung!”

Hearing Felix call out made Chan run all the faster, finding his boys on the run as well. He screamed to get the scouts attention, the others who had come with him soon followed. He didn’t care for his own safety, just running towards them, and then his world came crumbling down. A shot rang off and Jisung collapsed to the floor. Chan quickly fell to his knees when he reached the group, pulling Jisung into his arms.

“Jisung, Jisung! Stay awake!” Chan yelled. “Do something! You can heal him can’t you! Jisung!”

It wasn’t safe to just bring others over, not until all the scouts were dealt with. Kai brought Chen, dealing with the robots, but by then it seemed Lay couldn’t do much for the boy. Chan was screaming at them to do something, but it seemed impossible. Although amidst all the chaos Kai was just staring at the scene perplexed.

“He’s not… alive…”

Chan was screaming his lungs out, holding Jisung and begging him to wake up. Felix was also panicked, knowing that moments ago they were okay, they were both here. Taeyong couldn’t even bring himself to scold the others, more worried about the events that transpired. He felt guilty, moreso considering how he had been telling Chan about helping him out and his world. Kai though had other things on his mind, disappearing and returning with DO a moment later.

“Something is off, right?”

“How come…”

“I don’t know.”

“Chan.” Kai walked over. “Do you mind if I…”

“Huh? What! This is all your fault! If you hadn’t come to my world and messed everything up! They weren’t supposed to be out here! Scouts weren’t supposed to be here! You-”

“I don’t think he’s dead.”

“What? What fucken nonsense are you-”

“Something is wrong. Something has been off about you since we arrived. You’re all still alive with your hearts beating and he’s… he hasn’t changed…”

“Huh?”

“It’s complicated to explain. Every universe has a different frequency, a different vibration, I can tell, and that’s how I’m able to differentiate between universes. The base frequency between you, and NCT, and me is all different, that’s how I know we’re all from different worlds. Although, there are different frequencies for living and nonliving things too. You guys… your frequency doesn’t match that of the rocks or buildings around here, but…”

“But what! You think I’m understanding any of the gibberish you’re spouting right now!”

“It hasn’t changed… you and the boy you’re holding, the frequency hasn’t changed… you’re not not alive, but… I’m not entirely sure you’re living…”

“What… how does that make sense? Speak clearly!”

“He’s not dead.” DO added. “I can sense the differences between the living and nonliving as well, but your frequencies haven’t changed. It doesn’t make any sense to us either.”

“So he’s not… but how… if he’s not dead then where is he!”

“I don’t know…”

♥♥♥♥♥

Jisung gasped awake, sitting up from the bed he had been laying on. His eyes immediately scanned the room, there was nothing to see. The walls were empty and white, the room itself barren, the only thing present was himself and the bed he was on, his attention finally drawn to the only door.

“No…”

He looked down at himself, horrified by the white clothes he was in. An alarm suddenly went off and he screamed, covering his ears. It was a sound he never wanted to hear again. He fell to the floor, curling up and sobbing. This all had to be a bad dream, it couldn’t be real. He wasn’t sure how long he was crying for, he only calmed down a bit when he heard the door open. He looked over and saw Chan come in. He was relieved, getting up and running to the older boy, embracing him in a hug, burying his face in the other boy’s shirt.

“Chan, I’m so happy to see you!” He couldn’t help but start sobbing again. “What’s going on here!? Please, I’m scared! I wanna go home!”

There was no response and Jisung slowly pulled away, realizing Chan was dressed in all white as well, merely looking down at him with cold eyes.

“You’re late.”

“Chan?”

He could barely get another word in before he was dragged out of the room. His vision was blurry from the tears and he did his best to wipe them off as he stumbled behind Chan. They stopped when they came out into this balcony area, he quickly noticed the other boys standing along the wall on either side of him

“What-”

Chan grabbed his arm and scanned his barcode, Jisung wasn’t quick enough to pull away, although he held his hand close to himself afterwards. He looked around frantically, barely registering what was happening. Chan forcefully grabbed his hand again and placed a pill in his palm. Jisung just stared at it horrified for a moment before looking up at Chan, shaking his head, tears building up again.

“No… no… no I’m not-”

“Please take your medication.”

“Chan! What are you doing! What’s going on!”

“Please take your medication.”

“No!”

Jisung dropped the pill on the floor, crushing it under his foot. Tears were blurring his vision again, he desperately wanted to wake up. He ran over to Minho, shaking him, trying to get the blank look off his face.

“Minho! Minho, come on, you gotta help me!”

The other boy just looked down at him, unbothered by Jisung’s actions. Jisung tried again with Changbin but he got the same response, the others didn’t even look at him, the only one watching his outburst was Chan. He stepped away from the group, looking at the others, he was scared, but most of all it was clear he was alone in all this. He didn’t just want to leave them all behind but it seemed there was nothing he could do to help them, which meant he had no reason to stay there. Although the second he made a run for it, they all came to life, chasing after him.

He had no idea where he was going, making directional decisions as they came up without hesitation. Suddenly very scared of the people he once called friends. He thought maybe he could escape them but as he rounded a corner a hand wrapped around his arm and stopped him in his tracks, pulling him back and slamming him against a wall. Jisung found himself staring into Hyunjin’s dead eyes. He squirmed, trying to break free from the older boy’s grip only to have the others catch up and further hold him down.

“You’re hurting me!” Jisung cried out. “Let me go! What are you doing?! Stop! Let me go you guys! This isn’t funny.”

He was desperate to get away but no one was moving, the only action they had shown was chasing him down. Hyunjin took advantage of his cries for help, grabbing his face and holding his mouth open as Chan slipped a pill past his lips. He had no time to try to spit it out before his mouth was covered. He struggled furiously this time, refusing to take the stupid medicine. That is until Minho got the great idea of pinching his nose.

Jisung stared at the boy in disbelief, stopping his movements to preserve his oxygen. He knew eventually he had to breathe and to do so he’d need to swallow that damn pill. There was no winning here. If this all really had been a bad dream he would have woken up already, he closed his eyes, fresh tears falling as he swallowed the pill. Once it was done he was immediately let go, the boys walking off to who knows where.

He stayed put against the wall for a moment, a familiar dull feeling slowly overtaking him. Chan was the only one who stayed, watching him, waiting for him. Jisung wiped away his tears again, feeling defeated, then started walking the same way the others had gone, Chan right on his tail. Even if he wasn’t sleeping this was certainly a nightmare, the one place he and the others never wanted to return to, Miroh.

♥♥♥♥♥

“If Jisung isn’t dead then prove it to me!”

Getting back to the base was a dreadful experience. The other boys were speechless to discover one of their own was gone. Only to then hear about the fact that he wasn’t even alive, that none of them are by the standards of these aliens.

“How can I prove that?” Kai questioned. “It’s not like I can share my powers with you so you’d understand. The only other person who could get this besides DO and I is Taeyong.”

“I can?”

“You can teleport, being able to sense the differences between dimensions would be basic.”

“Huh…”

“This is still your fault!” Chan yelled. “You brought this shit to my world, and you have to fix it!”

“How?”

“You said he wasn’t dead…” Felix mumbled. “So if I… die… I’d follow him… right?”

“Don’t say something like that.” Hyunjin said. “You’re not going to die.”

“But we’re not really alive… are we…”

“We don’t know what’s going on. So let’s not-”

“If I were to die I could go to Jisung… so he won’t be alone.”

“That is not going to happen.” Chan stated. “We don’t know if what they’re saying is real. We have no way of knowing if what you’re suggesting would work.”

“Then what if I died… for a bit…”

“What?”

“If I die for a little while and come back… I could find Jisung, right?”

“Felix…”

“It should have been me!”

“Felix.”

Chan pulled Felix into his arms, letting the boy sob into his chest. The whole event had stressed them all out, and he couldn’t imagine how the other felt. Although he couldn’t help but think over what had been said.

“Suho.”

“Hm?”

“Is it possible… to do what Felix said?”

“You mean temporarily die?”

“Yes.”

“I… yes. Since you’re not really alive, at least that’s the theory, stopping your heart should be enough. Sehun can make sure you’re still getting oxygen to your systems, and Lay could also maintain your body. Either way you can’t be dead for long.”

“I’ll do it. If Jisung is somewhere else now, he must be alone and afraid. If I can find him and bring him back, then I’ll do anything.”

“If you’re sure about this… I’ll start the preparations.”

“Good.”

To willingly offer yourself up to death, it was a terrifying ordeal, but Chan was prepared to do it if he could help one of his own. For the last few days he had seen a lot of things, especially these weird swimming trips others had taken. Everyone had gone in and come back out, so he could only hope the same would happen to him.

“So… how does this… go…”

“It’ll be like falling asleep.” Lay explained. “No pain at all, and we’re here to make sure nothing goes wrong.”

“How long will you… how long do I have?”

“A minute, possibly less.” Suho added. “Even with us this is still dangerous.”

“I’ve seen a lot of weird things from you guys, a lot of miracles too, you haven’t fucked anything up yet.”

“I appreciate your trust.”

For some reason Chan thought the water would be ice cold, but it was quite warm and soothing. It helped put him at ease as he made his way over to Lay. When he took the bowl into his hands he stared at it for a moment, seeing his reflection in red water. He reminded himself what he was doing this for, and then drank it all down. He took a deep breath and laid back, letting his body float on the water.

“Just close your eyes, we’ll see you in a bit.”

♥♥♥♥♥

When you originally heard yelling you were concerned, but the boys told you not to worry. This world was still foreign to you, and it wasn’t a good idea to get so involved. It was something you always did. Whenever you traveled somewhere new and settled down, it was important to keep to yourselves and not draw attention. That definitely applied here, especially given how you wound up in such a place. Although when one of the inhabitants came to ask for help, you couldn’t turn a blind eye to it. Of course there wasn’t much you could do about Chan’s situation, but offer support.

You knew Chan was in good hands, but you didn’t know how the rest of this would play out. So you watched with the others, hoping something good would come out of this. They kept their promise, even if Chan’s heart stopped, he would be alright, and they only kept him under for a minute. It would always be a jarring experience for a newcomer, so when Chan opened his eyes again he was in a panic, screaming for Jisung. Two of the others rushed in to help him settle down, and got him out of the water. Once he had calmed down he explained what he saw, and what happened.

“I was back there… in Miroh… in the lab… we all were… everything was just like before…”

“How is that possible?” Seungmin questioned. “Are we… are we not…”

“Clones.” Chen concluded. “You guys are clones.”

“What?”

“It would make sense. Why you’re alive but not entirely. Although this is also a new development from RF as well…”

“How could we be clones?” Minho questioned. “We have memories and… and…”

“My guess would be some form of projected consciousness.” Baekhyun explained. “It must be part of their experiment to see how long you’d last out in the districts without worrying over your health or safety.”

“They’re not monitoring us!”

“But once you die they could look through your memories… which means they’ll look through Jisung’s memories and recognize us…”

“We can’t let that happen.” Suho said. “If RF discovers we’re here, they’ll attack, disregarding their other experiments.”

“We need to get Jisung back!” Chan yelled. “I am not leaving him in Miroh!”

“Agreed. We need to rescue him, and get you all out of Miroh.”

“I thought you weren’t going to help.” Taeyong stated. “That you can’t get involved in other world affairs.”

“Things change.”

“Yeah now that your people are in danger.”

“I’m not having this conversation with you right now. So you can stay here with your people.”

“What?”

“They’re still recovering, and too many people won’t make it easy to break in.”

“But-”

Suho pulled Taeyong aside. “I also need someone capable of watching y/n, and keeping an eye out for that thing.”

“Right…”

“Good, with that taken care of, Chan, I need you to tell me everything you know about Miroh.”

If you could help, you would, but something like this was way out of your league. The boys discussed and you left them to that, checking in with some of the NCT boys. Those that had been caught in the in between had kept to themselves a lot, and you ended up sitting by one of the boys curled up under a blanket. He senses your presence and peeked his head out a bit.

“Hi, I’m y/n. I don’t think we got to meet.”

“Jungwoo…”

“How have you been? I’ve heard stories of that place… I’m sorry you wound up there.”

“I’m fine.”

“If you want someone to talk to, I’m all ears.”

“…”

“You know it’s kinda weird, being surrounded by people who have powers. Well, I have their gifts, but it’s not power like them.”

“Gifts?”

“Simple stuff, like, higher lung capacity, thicker skin, immune to poison, lower body temp, but nothing I could really use to fight evil you know.”

“You… you don’t have wings?”

“Huh? No, I wish, that would be so cool.”

“Oh…”

“What powers do you have?”

“I… astral projection… I’m connected to all my brothers but… they were gone…”

“Hm?”

“One moment they were there… and then they all disappeared… I was all alone… and scared…”

“Are they back now? Can you feel them?”

“Yes but… what if I lose them again?”

“It wasn’t your fault, and the chances of it happening again are slim. Your brothers care about you, and wouldn’t abandon you.”

“But if it does…”

“You got tangled up in evil forces. They did this, not you or your members. You guys beat them once before, and we all did it again.”

“Evil… you mean RF?”

“Yeah. I’ve heard about them, but never really been involved. The boys keep me away and all that.”

“You don’t know…”

“Not much I’m afraid. EXO escaped from them, but they’re still hunting them down. It’s why we lay low and try not to get involved. They’re an interdimensional force, can’t really find somewhere safe to hide.”

“Why not fight then?”

“Not sure, not really something I can comment on. I’m scared too, of being alone, but I trust they’ll always come back to me. Even in a world of infinite possibilities, I trust I’ll still have them. Just like you have your brothers.”

“Thanks.”

“When everything is done here, you should all go home. Refresh before you go on and more adventures.”

Jungwoo chuckled. “That’s a good idea.”

♥♥♥♥♥

Suho knew RF hid themselves well in any world, and that required blending in. Of course the security in Miroh was standard, so breaking in wouldn’t be so difficult. The problem was just navigating a new place, and making sure not to get caught. It was so dangerous already for Suho and his people to be there, not to mention the seven others who had somewhat escaped before. The only benefit was that they had the element of surprise, but that only works once. So they couldn’t blow this. Chan had extensive knowledge of the place, but there were still too many of them to walk around undetected.

“What are we supposed to do?” Jeongin asked. “If we find our other… halves? Then what?”

“We can’t travel all together, we’ll attract attention.”

“If we’re here, why not go back now.” Changbin suggested. “Like, back to our bodies.”

“It could be dangerous to do that.” Chanyeol said. “We’re not sure what will happen to you.”

“We’re mostly kept in a numb state.” Chan explained. “But I was out of it when I returned, if we all go back at the same time, we’d only need to get Jisung.”

“You’ll end up somewhere we don’t know, how can we find you and get you out?”

“Cause a distraction then. This place can’t be allowed to continue with whatever it’s doing. Not when we have a chance to destroy it, not when there could be so many others like us out there.”

“I see your point.” Suho said. “Alright, Chen, on my mark, you cut the power. That’ll send this whole place into high alert, and we destroy it from the inside out.”

“Got it.”

“First then, we get Chan and his boys reunited with their missing member.”

Death wasn’t something they usually dealt with, but of course they had the means necessary. Lay bloomed a flower in his hands, a black one, handing each of the boys a pedal. He assured them it would feel like falling asleep, and the proceeded without hesitation. After a moment Suho gave the order, and they commenced with the plan. At some point they’d surely run into Chan and the others, until then, they should help those in need. This wasn’t their first time raiding an RF lab, seeing all the innocent people they had trapped, and it wouldn’t be the last. The security was at least easy to deal with as most of it seemed to be similar to those robots from before, and soon enough they ran into familiar faces.

“You certainly give off a different frequency now.” Kai assured. “I’m glad you’re alright.”

“Same.”

Even with all the chaos, it wasn’t entirely their place to clean up, as long as people were safe. The boys of this world were quite content with seeing their previous hell burned to the ground, and knowing they were truly free. Together they returned back to District 9. You had been so worried about them, so upon returning you ran into Xiumin’s arms. He assured you everything had gone well, and that you would be going home soon. Of course that wasn’t entirely the case, as Taeyong needed to speak with Suho about that.

“How was she?”

“Alright. Just some small talk, nothing to worry about.”

“Good.”

“So you’re just gonna leave now?”

“We can’t be messing around with another world.”

“What about mine?”

“I think you’re not remembering things properly.”

“Huh?”

“We took down RF in your world, but the rest was all you. Rebuilding, making it safer, all that was you guys, we had nothing to do with that. Stopping RF is as far as we can meddle. What happens next is up to the inhabitants of this world.”

“I see…”

“Do you think your guys are ready to go?”

“Yeah, yeah I think so.”

“Mind if I have a word before then?” Chan questioned. “I should thank you.”

“I also need to apologize.” Suho added. “We brought a lot of trouble to your home, even if we didn’t mean to.”

“You’ve also helped a lot. In ways I didn’t even know.”

“I suppose. Although we can offer much more.”

“I overheard, and I understood. You’re just otherworldly visitors, but what you’ve done is enough, for me at least.”

“I’m glad to know we can leave you all in a good place. I’ll make sure your little forest maintains itself well once we’re gone.”

“That would be great.”

You kinda wished you could stay, get to know them and this place some more, but you never supposed to come here. Just a quick stop. You enjoyed a bit of the forest before you left. You were with Lay as he made sure nature became one with the world, partially feeling his presence leave the plants and trees around.

“You’re sure this will be safe, right?” Doyoung questioned. “No unexpected stops?”

“Everything should be fine, but there’s actually somewhere we can stop by first.” Suho said. “A safe place to make sure you all can get home smoothly.”

You said your goodbyes, hoping that maybe some time in the future your paths would cross again. Then you joined the others, ready for another big interdimensional jump, holding Kai and Lay’s hand. Of course some of the NCT boys were nervous, but you knew things would work out in the end no matter what. Kai counted down for everyone and you closed your eyes, feeling the world shift around you. Things got noticeably quieter and you slowly opened your eyes, taking in your new surroundings.

“Where are we?” Kun asked. “This isn’t Neo city…”

“A quick stop to make sure our inter dimensional travel wouldn’t be tainted again.” DO explained. “Everyone alright?”

No one was unconscious this time, only suffering from some minor dizziness. You looked around with excitement, not recognizing your surroundings at all. Everything seemed to be made of wood, barrels and hammocks all over the place. Then you heard the wood creak from above, looking up. You could hear footsteps, realizing you weren’t alone.

“Suho, where are we?”

“Aboard Destiny.”

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diverse-hearts-ocs · 7 months

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@frozcnhearts asked:

As so often, Dazai was found in his office. It was, like he never moved out of it, if it wasn't too necessary to do so - or just always there to the right time. As he sat there, a smile was plastered on his lips - one, that seemed as off as it was. His emotionless voice could be heard, after a moment of deafening silence, "I'm sure you came back, because you have something to report?".

The brunette didn't wait for an answer, he just continued talking neverthless, "I trust that you remember, what happens if you keep me waiting for too long.". { Dazai to Garth for the Dystopia!AU - I have absolutely no clue anymore how to write that guy, WWWHHHH }

Random Asks - Eventually Answered I swear!!! Q_Q

Lips had parted as though to attempt an answer of some sort, only for Dazai to continue on, and past experience had taught him that interrupting him was never a smart idea - even though in this case it actually gave a little more time to think on his answer. Cause the truth was, he'd returned with nothing. There wasn't anything new that he was willing to pass along, and his actual mission hadn't gone the way it had been intended either. He was in a world of trouble, but he didn't actually care all that much. Those who were resisting, they were putting up a darn good job - as useless as it might be. Having Dazai and Fyodor as the enemy - there was no chance of a victory.

"Which is why I returned within the time given", he finally decides to say, silently glancing around the office, though his focus is quickly drawn back to Dazai - this place holds memories he'd rather his mind not draw upon, "To be quite franc - I believe that I was sent of a wild goose chase. There was nothing to be found at the location I was sent to. There was even any signs that there had been life there...". It really was such a useless report, but he had a feeling that it'd just been an excuse to monitor his movements. They both knew that he was connected with the others...even if he hadn't said so himself, he was dealing with people who just seemed to know everything.

"If that's all - I'll go rest now".

#frozcnhearts #Muse: Garth #Verse: Dystopia!AU (BSD)#Asks - Answered #//HI - I WILL GET BETTER AT ANSWERING ASKS IN A SUITABLE TIME FRAME >__<

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Draw with me

Albedo x GN!Reader

summary : separated by a glass wall; tired of having to only communicate through writing and drawing, you make desperate attempts to break the barrier that keeps you apart. only for your efforts to end in vain.

warning : angst, the lost of body parts(a whole forearm), blood(not gore) and injuries, gifting said severed limb to their lover. a glass wall that somehow is- idk, magic. i just took the same wall from the animation.. Not entirely read over/checked

setting : different-au(unnamed)

notes : Do watch “Draw with me” by Mike Inel on YT. its so goddamn sad i cant stand it. sgaiwgwu so here this is. Albedo and Reader are around teenage years in this btw (hoohh boy, im scared to post this.. first tumblr post and its angst)

(movin this to my side blog, pokapepii)

// Your an idiot - Part 2

// — Genshin Masterlist

“Writing”

Tap, Tap

A muffled tapping on the glass wall catches your attention, as you walk towards the sound, a small boy — or teenager, he might be around your age — with short, ash-blond hair and bright teal eyes is standing on the other side. The side youve never seen, nor ever will see.

You see him mouth something, was he speaking? If so, did he always talk without his voice? You wonder. The boy seems to start to shout. You wave at him in confusion and start to indicate that you cant hear him.

Luckily he seems to get the memo and starts digging into the pockets of his white jacket. A gloved hand soon exiting a pocket, seemingly clutching a small object. Soon, he starts to write on the wall.

“Hi” Was all he wrote; it was short and simple. But it made you smile. “Can you write?” A small black chalk soon drops from above the wall, you froze but catching it either way.

“nac i esuorc fo” You hurriedly wipe that off with your sleeve, “Of course, duh”. Even if you couldn’t hear him, the sight of him chuckling at your mistake made you huff.

The boy starts to write once more, “What about drawing?” a small doodle of a flower accompanied his question. Choosing to not write, you nod starting to draw a bee for his flower. A giddy smile on your face. It was fun having someone to talk to, even if it was through drawings and writings. And once you’ve got the ball rolling, a small portion of the glass started to flood with endless drawings(his better than yours, you must admit) and short sentences of conversations.

“Albedo”

“?”

“My name, what’s yours?”

“Y/n :)”

You offer him a smile and he returns it.

The next day, it continues again. And again. And again, with your relationship growing and soon, a budding romance began to bloom between you and him. You having wrote down the three words, “i love you”, by accident when you were mindlessly scribbling down random words. To your luck, the feeling was reciprocated.

“Its cold here, yknow” You lazily write down, feeling down for no reason. A doodle of a frown soon drawn.“Then wear some warmer clothes, or bring a blanket.” Albedo wrote bluntly, the same emotionless look on his face. He sees you sigh and pick up the chalk, “I know, i know..” You trail off, literally, a slight line following your falling chalk. “I just, want to be with you” Albedo sees your cheeks tint a slight pink.

“But you are with me” He writes, hoping it would lift your spirits. If it did, he’d be able to see that smile on your face again, the smile he saw many times, the smile that made his heart flutter. “Dont attempt to cross that wall, Albedo.” His mother, and adoptive mother warned him many times. “It’s dangerous and will hurt any living thing”

He had always listened to their words and steered clear of the glass. But after meeting you, he began to stick to the barrier like glue.

Many times since meeting you the thought of crossing over and being in your side crossed his mind. And yet each time he brushed it off, it was too much if a risk. And Albedo was afraid.

Just being able to communicate with you, and hang out with you was enough for him. “There’s just a wall between us” Albedo smiled, “Thats just it, i dont want a wall. I want to be with you” You angrily said, the chalk in your hands nearly snapping from the tight grip. Before pausing, an idea had popped up. A possible solution.

Teal eyes widened in shock, “What are you doing?!” he hurriedly asked upon seeing your actions. You were standing and punching the glass with your dominant hand, not stopping once. In a panic Albedo rose to his feet and began shouting for you to stop, forgetting that you couldn’t hear him at all.

You were determined to break the wall, you were tired of it trapping and encasing you within a transparent prison for years. With a final few punches the glass shattered, and Albedo stepped back with a gasp while you smiled in victory. Your moment of triumph didn’t last long, for soon the shattered glass seemed to somehow turn back in time and went back to normal. Hurting your dominant hand in the process.

You fell back with a scream in pain, clutching your now bleeding arm. All the while Albedo watched in horror, he fell to his knees and began to write, quick. “Are you okay?” The answer was pretty obvious but he couldn’t help but ask. You didn’t reply. And he watched as you stood and ran out if his line of sight, leaving him alone and worried. Dazed.

He didn’t get to see you for the next week after the incident, he waited patiently by your usual meeting spot. Waiting patiently for you to return all patched up and okay.

And when he caught sight of your walking figure coming his way, he couldn’t help the smile that painted his lips. Though it quickly fell when he saw your tired face, your eyes were slightly red. Had you been crying? (He hopes not) Quickly he began to write, “Want to draw :)?” You shook your head no, eyes fixed on the ground and head hung low. You had barely looked at him the whole time. Albedo wouldn’t let that bring him down.

You shakily picked up your chalk, “I cant anymore..” your handwriting became shaky and Albedo had a hard time reading it. “Oh, okay”

Albedo smiled, his adoptive mother — Alice — once said smiles and positive feelings were contagious, in a good way. So he figured if he smiled, you would too. You didn’t.

One day you came to the wall and found a wrapped present waiting for you. Albedo sitting behind it from his side with a smile, he had a new cloak on. The box was on its side, he must have thrown it over. Above were words that read, “For you♡ - Albedo”

As you picked the gift up and looked at him in confusion. Albedo didn’t speak, instead he just smiled more.

Hesitantly you unwrapped the ribbon, a strange feeling in your stomach told you something was off. But you just brushed it aside. Albedo saw the box fall to the ground and his gift fall out. You standing still in shock, eyes widened. “What- are you crazy?!” You scribbled down, a good distance away from the fallen box.

Albedo shuffled over, “Draw with me”

Inside was a severed, pale and bloody forearm. Was that why he wore a cloak all of a sudden?

a/n : watch this become a two parter, or a three part story like the animation- (its good, go check it out.) ..good morning, its the next day and i wrote this last night. it’s probably bad

#albedo x reader #albedo angst #genshin angst #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #原神 #im gunna start the second part🏃‍♂️#no looking at this post #cw blood #cw severed forearm #cw lost limb #mio.writes #mio.draw with me

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youryanderedaddy · 3 years

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If possible, you could place my order with the characters Yandere! Sempai where the reader falls in love with yandere and becomes friends with him and his friends to get his attention and win his love, she does things to make them happy.

Of course, after a while, the reader realizes that his plan to win the boy's love is not working, so even though it is painful, the reader accepts that his love will never be reciprocated and moves on. Then the reader stops chasing them or even stops talking to him, distancing himself more and more from Sempai... Starting to make new friends even after some time starting to relate to a person.

But now the surprise, of this scenario! And if the guys became Yandere and found out they were in love after losing their friendship and not seeing the reader more often, what would happen next?

((Note: sorry if it got too big, I understand if you don't want to place my order ... the reader is not a yandere, just the Sempai))

Title: Someone I used to know

Tw: underage drinking, cursing, overprotective behavior, possessive behavior, stalking, consensual sex (foreplay), high school au

This turned out so straight ugh dunno why

Sam never really saw you as a woman, if he had to be absolutely honest. There was nothing wrong with you, you were sweet and charming, a cute little underclassman to keep him company when his mates were running late, but there wasn’t much more to you. You were fun to talk to and the blonde thought you looked adorable in the way you blushed at every inappropriate joke or story he had to tell. You were a good friend, always taking care of the boy when he was too drunk to function, whining about his bitch of a mother or rambling about his countless flings even when it broke your heart to listen. In Sam’s eyes you were like a precious little sister, a child mature enough to handle his stupid tantrums and vulgar nature, so it came off as a huge surprise when you finally gained the courage to confess to him at the end of the school year.

“I think I love you.” You had blurted out one night, feeling alive and daring after having so much red wine your cheeks had turned scarlet. The older teen had been smoking by the window and describing his plans for the weekend in the past hour so your sudden, random wave of feelings took him out of the blue. He had cleared his throat in an awkward, obvious way, still staring outside, too confused to look at you properly.

“Thank you for the honesty, Y/N.” Sam had responded after a long pause in a distant monotone voice with his shoulders broad and tense, his black eyes avoiding yours as he exhaled a silver ring of smoke into the cold night air. “But I can’t accept your confession. I only see you as a friend.” The boy had added before you had the chance to cry or beg or do anything to try and change his mind. You simply held back your tears and put on a brave face before nodding slightly and moving into the hall to drawn your misery in something stronger than wine.

After that night you kept your distance from the blonde, desperate to erase him from your memory as fast as possible. At the beginning you thought that it might prove more difficult than expected since the two of you were neighbors and shared a few mutual friends, but you quickly realized that the guy wasn’t exactly keen on acting as if everything was back to normal. In fact he didn’t seem to miss you or even regret ruining the friendship you had built over the years, and the thought alone was enough to make you cry into your pillow for nights on end. You were completely heartbroken and fully convinced that the awaiting summer would the worst one ever.

Fortunately, that wasn’t the case. Soon school was finally over and your girl friends were blowing up your phone, inviting you to parties and sleepovers, taking you shopping and just trying to cheer you up. Most of them were cursing at Sam, swearing that he must be blind for turning you down, the others were sure you had dodged a bullet. It felt wrong to admit it, but their vicious encouragement really made you feel better about the whole thing, so did all the cute tight dresses and mini-skirts you decided to buy on an impulse during your many hang outs. You were slowly but surely becoming more and more confident in yourself while your former crush was fading away, hidden at the back of your mind, easily replaced by other guys far nicer and kinder.

Meanwhile Sam was getting anxious. You were an only child with no older siblings to protect you, that’s why during your friendship the teen had gotten used to watching over you, seeing you home, carefully observing the kids you chose to interact with, worried that you might get into a bad company. Now that you were purposely going out of your way to avoid him, he was constantly thinking about you, wondering whether you were safe and okay, blaming himself for rejecting you so harshly. The upperclassman could still remember so vividly how you trembled against his frame like a butterfly in his palm and just how broken you looked in the next months. But deep down the male knew that his refusal was the best thing he could for you after all those years. You were so innocent and naïve, full of life and energy, and he was just a sad excuse of an older brother with no dreams or goals for the future. He couldn’t even manage to keep you by his side because he was too selfish to even notice your feelings before you straight up told him.

That didn’t stop the boy from stalking all your social media from fake profiles under the mental premise he just wanted to make sure you were doing fine and everything was alright in your life. Sam spent hours looking at your pictures and stories, and the more time passed, the more concerning they got. At first you were sharing memes, gifs and art, nothing unusual, then you started posting provocative photos, videos of late night rides with guys he couldn’t recognize, shots of dilapidated houses and a lot of alcohol. Your neighbor was really worried about your safety, but under the disguise of care, there were far darker emotions lurking. One selfish part of him was disappointed that you had already moved on and the other one, the sinister one, was angry that you were letting these people into your life so freely, as if they were your friends or even worse, lovers.

You were invited to the biggest summer party at Cindy’s house. You were all dolled up, wearing your favorite black skirt and hot – red crop top, your lips pink and glossy, your liver ready for hours of alcohol abuse. You couldn’t help but feel excited while walking together with your friends towards the big house at the end of the street. All of your gal pals were hyping each other, resulting in group giggles and whispers, the mutual tumult reaching a peak point the moment you crossed the gates into the living room, and what a picture it painted. There were kids dancing to unnecessary loud music, couples making out in the dark corner, college students playing poker and making bets, everyone was chatting, laughing and overall having a good time. You quickly managed to melt into the joyful atmosphere and soon found yourself in front of the bar with the drinks where a cute boy was waving at the passing guests while offering apple punch.

“Care for a drink, gorgeous?” He offered with a big smile on his freckled face and a mischievous gleam in his dark green eyes while handing you a plastic cup. You took it slowly and involuntarily blushed at the compliment, thanking him shyly while pouring some of the sweet liquid in the yellow cup. After that the guy, who you learnt was named Mike, kept the conversation going by joking around, asking you silly questions and telling you different funny stories from his job experience as a waiter at KFT. He even showed you pictures of his baby dog, and you already knew that you were in for a fun night.

“Your boyfriend is one lucky guy.” Mike remarked, slightly upset, in the middle of drinking his fourth glass of punch. You were going to laugh his words off until you met a pair of eyes so black you could recognize them anywhere, they had haunted your nightmares for weeks after all. And there was Sam in all his glory, sitting on the couch across the room with a beer in hand, dressed in all black, his arms crossed and his empty gaze set on you for the first time in months. His pupils dilated slightly upon spotting you in the crowd, the older boy almost shocked to see you so happy and cheerful, talking to a stranger once again like the reckless little girl he knew you were.

“I don’t have a boyfriend, actually.” You replied suddenly while licking your lips, your hands down on your waist as you stole a quick glance at your former friend, then focused on the person in front of you who was actually interested. “I am taking offers though.” You stood up on your tiptoes to reach Mike’s level and whispered into his ear while you closed your arms around his neck. The teen moaned quietly and turned red soon after, embarrassed by his own sensitivity.

“Wanna go upstairs and have some fun, baby?” You mumbled under your breath just to see the guy nod enthusiastically and basically drag you to the closest empty room on the second floor. As cute as his eagerness was, you still couldn’t shake off the uneasy feeling of being watched as you walked across the room towards the stairs. You really hoped it was just paranoia.

The moment you two walked through the door Mike was already taking off your top and kissing your full lips, only stopping to ask you whether you were sure you wanted this, to which you purred out a soft “yes, baby” and reached out to unbuckle his leather belt. Soon you were laying down on the mattress, naked from the waist up, and the male was towering above you, planting small pecks along your jaw line, applying them to your collarbone, while slowly traveling down. He slipped a hand under your skirt and put his hand between your thighs, right over your pulsating core. His fingers felt heavenly rubbing at your wet entrance and forcing moans out of your excited body until you couldn’t help arching your back in pleasure. The next few minutes of foreplay were very pleasant but you never could have guessed what would have happened the moment Mike finally decided to take you.

The door suddenly slammed opened and the light from the corridor lit the room up like a Christmas tree. The one behind it was none other than Sam. The boy looked pale and constrained, an unreadable expression you had never seen before adorned his face, even the veins in his arms had bulged and stood out blue and red. He slowly walked towards the bed and his heavy steps seemed to overflow the ground with cigarette powder. Mike quickly threw the sheets over your naked form and embraced you tighter, confused whether to deal with his own assets visible or to shout at the other guy to leave the room this instant.

“Get away from her right now.” Your former friend whispered menacingly, staring at your exposed back. You could hear him getting closer and closer to your quivering body and it made your blood run cold with unexplainable fear of what was to come. You just couldn’t process the fact that the person you used to love so deeply had broken your privacy by witnessing such an intimate moment of your live without a trace of guilt or regret, this much was obvious by his next words. “I said to get away from her, you fucking piece of shit!” Sam abruptly growled and punched your fling hard, right in the stomach. The innocent boy bent over in two from the sharp unexpected pain, cursing under his breath before proudly raising his head and replying just as aggressively: “What is your damn problem, dude?”

“Sam, please leave us alone.” You finally gained the courage to speak out and voice your own protests. Your neck was red and sweaty, embarrassed and humiliated by the situation you had been forced into, and every time you relaxed against Mike’s body, you could feel him trembling despite the brave façade he had on. You couldn’t really judge him though – your friend was a fighter, and a good one at that, so the reaction was fully justified.

“I will ask you to let go of her one last time before beating you to a bloody fucking pulp.” The blonde stated violently, his eyes darker and scarier than ever, and you just knew that if you had been bold enough to turn your head and take another look at him, you might have not been able to recognize the male you considered you first love. You were well aware of the fact that Sam Evans was bad news – he skipped school, smoked and led his admirers on, but he had never been cruel to you and you didn’t expect that to change even after your fallout. Well, it turned out you were terribly wrong.

Mike glared at the intruder for a while with wild hatred and a hint of frustration, yet finally he broke eye contact and started collecting his clothes, all shattered on the ground. You wanted to grab his hand and pull him back in bed, just so you would get your way this time and not give up halfway, just so you could feel like you had won against your whilom object of desires. But it was pointless to try and get him to stay, the teen didn’t even spare you a second glance before leaving the room as quickly as he could. You really didn’t want to think of him as a coward, no one wants to be hurt after all, but a part of you wished that he had protected you for a little longer. Now you were all alone, trapped with someone you didn’t trust anymore. You were too shocked to move on your own so for the time being you just stalked over Sam’s frame while he went to lock the door. A small alarm in your brain rang at that moment but you felt too tired to act upon the raw panic in your heart, especially now that the foolish alcoholic bravery was slowly being replaced by painful aware soberness. You noticed that your former friend was now standing right in front of the wooden bed frame, staring at you from afar with burning rage in those beautiful gray eyes. In any other situation you might have found it attractive but now everything felt off.

“Why did you do this?” You finally broke the deadly silence in the room, hugging the thin white blanket closer to your naked skin. The boy jumped on the bed out of the blue like a hungry wolf, startling you into dropping the soft shield and exposing your breasts to him. He didn’t seem fazed or surprised, instead kept crawling towards you until you felt his hard chest against yours, and had to suppress a desperate wail. The blonde gripped your hands roughly and put them above your head, squeezing so hard you were sure it would leave a bruise.

“I couldn’t let you sleep with some trash like him.” The boy spat out with venom, his eyes fixed onto yours, resembling two deep black holes you could drawn in were you to take one wrong step. “He is the type of guy to spread nasty rumors and I don’t want you to get in trouble.” Sam explained quietly, having calmed down a little bit. You couldn’t help but roll eyes at his stupid display of what he must have considered care. What a joke.

“It’s my fucking life, you asshole. You can’t just come here and tell me what to do.” You replied fierily despite the tears already falling down your cheeks. It was too much for you – you had come to the party to have fun and relax, to forget about your broken heart, just to be fooled with cruelly and manipulated by the same person once again. ”Why do you even care?” You added, determined find the right answers this time around. The boy frowned upon hearing your little spiteful speech, but soon his expression changed from sullen to hesitant.

“Because I am in love with you.” Sam declared lastly, unable to hold his feelings in any longer. He knew just how wrong and selfish of him it was to confess after you had finally moved on but he honestly couldn’t bring himself to care. He always wanted the best for you and after months of not being able to see you or hold you in his arms, he had grown to miss you so badly. The teen had never felt this way towards his previous girlfriends, he usually used them for sex and threw them away, but with you it was a completely different story. The blonde wanted to keep you safe and his forever, and If that wasn’t true love, he didn’t know what was.

“You are too late.” You choked out between the sobs and pushed the boy away as hard as you could. Your makeup was smeared and runny, your red lipstick was all over the snowy blanket, but that was the last of your concerns. You felt so insulted you almost couldn’t believe that Sam would play with your feelings in such an evil way. You hated him – from the way he used violence to threaten Mike to the fact he thought he still had some control over you. “I will never make the mistake of loving you again.” You said in a strong voice, perfectly faking confidence. “Now let me go. I can’t stand to look at you.”

This wasn’t right. This wasn’t what he wanted to happen. The boy was supposed to save you from the prying hands of the monster trying to hurt you, to taint you and take you away from him, you were supposed to smile warmly and thank him like a good girlfriend would. Then he would have confessed to you and you two would have kissed softly in the darkness. So why were you pulling away and rejecting him? Couldn’t you see that he had already realized his mistake and wanted you all to himself?

“It’s okay, buttercup.” Sam grinned and gently caressed your legs through the sheets, his eyes dark and muddy, happy that he had formed a plan. “I will show you how much I love you.” The boy placed a small kiss at the back of your hand before reaching out to cup your face, bringing you closer to his body.

After all actions speak louder than words.

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buckyownsmylife · 3 years

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Diving Bell - Andy Barber smut

The one where Andy has been a patient librarian, but now that you’ve accepted his advances...

Warnings: smut, breeding kink, dubcon, (andy pushes the relationship into boundaries that weren’t previously consented), age gap, (reader is over eighteen and in college), semi-public sex, somewhat of an exhibitionism kink, oral (f), andy’s definitely dark but reader is generally into it, she just doesn’t know what “it” will be, dirty talk

Word count: 3k<

A/N: this is for my own birthday celebration challenge! Like I explained here, I’m going to try to fill every single AU I listed with the characters I picked for the challenge, and since the deadline if May 27, these fics will be posted randomly, as I finish them, instead of on Thursdays, which are my usual one-shot posting days. Hope you guys like it!

Reader’s P.O.V.

My face burned and I wondered how I hadn’t spontaneously combusted from how hot I felt under the hot new librarian’s gaze. Sure, the girls had warned me about it - I’d hear so much about him, in fact, that I was sure I’d be disappointed when I actually did manage to meet him.

Boy, was I wrong.

He was the definition of daddy, luscious beard and hair just begging to be pulled and I could feel the burn his jaw would leave behind if he deposited kisses down my neck - or better yet, on the insides of my thighs - but he was at least twenty years older than me.

There was absolutely no way I’d ever catch his attention. Not when so many girls had tried to get in his pants - girls hotter than me - and had failed miserably, as I’d been told time and time again from the very same seductresses.

So I saw absolutely no point in trying. Although, one could very well admire, right? Also, fantasize couldn’t do any harm, not even to my extremely vulnerable pride. It’s not like I could control it, anyway.

But another thing I couldn’t control was his effect on me. The way my whole body warmed up when I felt his eyes on it, how I couldn’t immediately focus on his words whenever he addressed me. I even stopped coming to the library to study because 1) I couldn’t concentrate with him around and 2) his presence had brought a whole new wave of first-time library users, and seeing as their interests weren’t on the actual books, they tended to be extremely loud.

Once essays started to get assigned though, there wasn’t much I could do. I had to get back to the library, and so I chose to go when it was already dark, hoping he wouldn’t pick up that shift, and knowing most frat girls would be at an impromptu Thursday-night party to celebrate (once again) the start of classes.

I didn’t understand why they couldn’t just throw a party for the sake of partying. Did they have to reuse the same excuse, over and over again? It’s not like anyone cared. I certainly didn’t, and the people who went for the free beer didn’t care about anything just as long as the alcohol kept flowing.

“What are you doing here?” His voice startled me, almost making me drop the pile of books I’d been gathering. Even though there was no way I’d confuse him with someone else, I still looked over my shoulder to make sure it was really him, that he was actually there, staring at me with those caring warm brown eyes.

“S-should I be anywhere else?” I tried to sass, even if my own voice gave me away. He chuckled though, extending a hand to help me with the load in my arms, and although I hesitated for a second, I ended up accepting his help. It was his job, after all. This couldn’t really be considered flirting, right?

“I don’t know. I’ve heard about this party tonight, figured you’d be there.” Frowning, I finally turned to stare at him directly in the eyes, almost immediately regretting my decision. Damn, he looked good.

“How do you know about the party?” I asked, and his lips immediately curled up, trying to contain a smile from stretching over his face.

“Some girls may or may not have invited me to meet them there.” Clicking my tongue, I decided to look back at the bookshelf, instead of paying him any more attention.

“Why? Are you jealous?” The question felt too much like something a fuckboy my age might ask me at a party, not a forty-year-old man who worked a full-time job. When I turned to look at him again, eyebrows raised high, he chuckled.

“Sorry, that’s not usually my style… I’m just at a loss of ways to get you to notice me, that’s all.” Well, now I was beyond shocked.

“Why do you want me to notice you?” I asked, utterly confused, but Andy just laughed, shaking his head at me like he was profoundly amused by my ways.

“I always notice when you’re around. Even worse, I always notice when you aren’t.” And then, as he looked around like he wanted to make sure other people wouldn’t hear him, he leaned over me and confessed, “It gets pretty lonely here without you.”

The accompanying wink almost gave me a heart attack. Stuttering out something even though I didn’t know what to say, I moved away from the bookshelf in search of the nearest table, finding it thankfully empty.

When I turned around to look for him again, he was right by my side.

“I don’t get it,” I managed to admit once my arms were book-free. “We’ve talked like twice. You helped me find books, I acted like a fool. You weren’t supposed to flirt with me, why aren’t you interested in the college girls who actually hit on you?”

He raised his eyebrows before frowning, hands deep in his pockets as he stared down at me in all of his height. “Have you ever considered… that I just don’t want them?”

The insinuation stirred something deep inside of me, leaving me flushed and overall a mess. Stumbling out an apology, I gathered my stuff and left as quickly as possible, determined to process what had happened that evening by myself, so it could actually feel real and I could decide what to do from then on.

But something changed ever since that evening. I stopped trying to run away from him and started to actively go to the library in the times I knew he was there, at first still avoiding him and looking away every time he caught me staring, silently grateful that he didn’t try to force me to open up to him.

His patience was rewarded when in a few weeks, I began to talk to him again. Asking him for book recommendations, never anything other than what was strictly related to his job, but the way his eyes glinted knowingly at me warned me that he did understand where my mind was at.

It didn’t take long for him to start flirting with me, and from then on, I slowly accepted his advances and even began to eagerly wait for them.

I smiled widely when I heard his low whistle, admiring the way he looked in that comfortable sweater as he put away the books he was holding to fully give me all of his attention.

“Well, don’t you look incredible?” He asked as I twirled so he could fully see the dress I’d put on just for him. “Did you dress up for me, pretty girl? Because I like to think that you did.”

Biting my lower lip, I tried to gather the courage I’d been trying to build up all week, before finally nodding and admitting, “Yes, I did.” From the stupefied look on his face, it didn’t seem like he was expecting that. Even worse, I wasn’t expecting the outcome of my little attempt to flirt back.

“I’m going to kiss you now.” And that was all the warning I got before his hands cradled my face and he took my mouth in his, kissing me breathless, leaving me aching and soaked when he finally released me.

I was panting by the time he let go of my lips, and he smiled softly at me as he brushed over my cheekbones, saying, “You know… if you ever need anything… You know I’m always here to help.”

Andy’s P.O.V.

“So, what brings you here tonight?” My own smile denounced just how much of her intentions I already knew, from how well I knew her. Her late-night visits to the library had become more and more frequent, and I couldn’t say that I hated it.

“I don’t know,” she feigned nonchalance, shrugging while perusing the bookshelves before looking back at me from over her shoulder. “The hot new librarian in charge of the night shift has told me he was always available to help me with anything I needed, and I’ve been needing a distraction.”

My chuckle was low, in order not to interrupt the few students still trying to finish whatever assignment they were working on, but she heard it. I watched as she shivered at the sound of my voice, prompting me to lick my lips at the powerful reaction I could so easily elicit from her.

“You didn’t use to be so blunt,” I teased, remembering how she used to come in here looking for me, only to run away at the last second. It was adorable. Ever since I started working at this university, it wasn’t unusual for college girls to come in groups and watch me from a distance, their giggles whenever I glanced at them unmistakable in the almost completely silent environment. Eventually, one or two would always break away from the group and try to flirt while their friends became a captive audience, but I was quick to shut them down.

They weren’t the one I wanted. She was standing in front of me now, pretending to be interested in a random book, biting her lower lip to keep a smile from spreading over her face. “Do you miss it?”

There was something undeniably attractive by her shyness back then, her inability to ask me for information or even sustain my gaze, but now that I knew what it was like to have her meet my eyes, now that I’d had the luxury of hearing her speak, of getting to know the intricacies of her mind, how could I miss what was, back then, a stranger?

“Not at all.” Her laughter, even subdued because of the place we were in, was enough to have my stomach doing backflips. I had to smile, instinctively getting closer to her, just like a moth, drawn to a flame.

“I want to do dirty, dirty things to you,” I admitted, one hand on the back of her head as I pressed her against the bookshelf, my lips just over her ear as my beard undoubtedly tickled her neck. “Can’t very well protect my soul if I’m still thinking about you as an innocent little thing, now can I?”

Her eyes dropped down to my lips before meeting mine again, and just like that, I had all the authorization I needed to connect our lips and kiss her breathless. Humming in delight against her quiet neediness, her eagerness to open her lips, welcome my tongue with hers, I blindly moved us further towards the back of the library, relaxed in the knowledge that amongst taxidermia books no one would come to check on us.

Not that I cared all that much if they did.

“Hm… Want me, sweetheart?” I pressed, needing to hear her say it, taking sick pleasure in knowing this came from her, this was her own desire. She almost didn’t answer me, eyelids heavily pressing her eyes closed when our mouths parted, but in the absence of my touch on her, she jolted.

“Yeah, I do! I do, I do…” She insisted, pressing herself against me, feeling just how badly I wanted her too. It made her gasp, witnessing how hard she had made me - she didn’t know it yet, but it’d been this way ever since the first day.

“Tell me if you want me to stop,” I whispered, just to see the way goosebumps took over her flesh while I got rid of her underwear, moving us towards an empty table where I could lay her out to take.

“No, I don’t want you to stop,” she moaned when she saw me leaning over to kiss between her legs, eyes still connected to hers until she closed them to throw her head back, overtaken by the sensation of my warm tongue slipping between her folds. It was better that way, she wouldn’t see the dangerous smirk that denounced that she would come to regret her words before I was done with her.

She tasted just as sweet as I always imagined her to. So wet already, it was clear she was desperate for me. The cock straining against my pants reminded me I couldn’t be too cocky about it - I wanted her just as badly.

“C’mon, honey…” I teased, dipping my tongue in her hole as my thumb frantically rubbed her tiny clit. “Give me more, I want more.” I needed her to cum before I could shove my cock into her. It was important.

The sudden tension of her thighs denounced the arrival of her orgasm, and where usually I’d love nothing more than to keep licking her, delighting myself with her taste and overstimulating her sweet body until she was crying, there was only so much I could take tonight.

“There you go,” I complimented when she easily succumbed to my directions, having turned her around and laid her with her stomach on the table, legs dangling off of it. “Want to feel me now, pretty girl? Want me to fill you now?”

Her answer was a whine as her hips searched for mine. She was offering herself to me, the innocent little thing. Didn’t know I’d take her regardless of it.

I had the instinct of slapping my hand over her mouth as I penetrated her, and so her moan came out muffled. I could still understand a breathless, “so good…” being uttered against my palm, and it only made me bite down on my lip harder, so my own sounds wouldn’t reverberate across the silent library.

It was a twisted kind of pleasure to hold her arms back as I fucked her roughly but as silently as possible, trying not to make the table squeak so it wouldn’t draw attention to us. Even though I didn’t particularly care if someone did find us - I wouldn’t stop fucking her if God himself tried to intervene - I’d prefer to reach my goal without unwanted interferances.

So I was glad she didn’t seem to mind the fact that anyone could easily look our way and see us fucking. Had I really tempted her that much, that she would let me do whatever I wanted to her body, just as long as I fucked her?

Guess I was about to find out.

“Do you know how many times I masturbated in the back room, thinking about this sweet pussy?” I asked, voice raspy with desire as I kept jackhammering her as quietly as possible, but probably failing to do so in the midst of my arousal. “To think I finally have it now, wrapped around my dick…” My voice faltered as I realized all of my dreams were about to come true, right at that moment.

“Can’t wait to fuck my cum back into you, sweetheart. I’m gonna keep you so full from now on.” I felt her body tense underneath my fingers as she processed my words, but it was too late for her now. My hand still over her mouth, I stopped her from screaming or fighting me in any way.

“Just relax, honey. Doesn’t it feel so good?” I mocked, fucking her harder and harder as my control slipped from me. “It feels good for me, too. So now you’ll have to take it.”

Reaching around for her clit, I started rubbing it in quick little motions, desperate to feel her cunt clenching around me once more, milking my cum.

“C’mon, pretty girl. Cum again for me. Let me keep making you feel good as you do the same for me.” Her orgasm had her legs raising between mine, right when I started to spill inside of her, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. Once I was sure she wouldn’t scream, I took my hand away and pushed her back against the desk, massaging her ass eagerly, hoping it would take.

“You’ll look so good all round with my child.” Once I pulled my cock from her, I made sure to adjust her underwear so it would stop my cum from flowing, massaging the damp tissue with a smug expression.

She managed to turn around in my embrace, blinking confusedly, mouth opening and closing as if she couldn’t quite figure out what she wanted to say, and I cooed at her adorableness.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll take good care of you and the little one.” I rubbed my hand over where she would soon grow, licking my lips at the mental image of her pregnant. God, why did that make me so hard?

“You can trust me,” I assured her, pulling her closer to I could kiss her forehead, before adjusting her body so it rested on mine. I knew there were tears rolling down her cheeks, but it was just from her coming down from the adrenaline high. She wanted this. She just needed to be able to think clearly to see just how perfect this would be. “We’ll be so happy together.”

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awakeshedreams · 3 years

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sugar and spice ( 2 )

pairing : resident bad boy!jjk x model student!reader

setting : highschool!au x stepbrother!au

summary :

a messy highschool!au x stepbrother!au where model student reader who has quite a few dirty little secrets sees her world take an unexpected turn when her mother comes home one day with an engagement announcement, to the father of none other than the school’s resident bad boy…. Jeon Jungkook.

genre : smut, for laughs, kinda pornish, slow burn with collosaly overwhelming sexual tension

rating: soft m ( for now ) due to adult content

warnings : unconventional relationship of sexual nature, tropes and clichès, teenagers partaking in porn-esque activities, made up things with made up people happening in a made up world, don’t like don’t read XD

wordcount : 3k

a/n: honestly overwhelming response for the first part. thank you so much 💜💜💜😳

here's the second.

somehow, this took up a new genre for itself while editing and became sort of a bit enemies to friends to partners in sin.

that is to say, I have a template for this but this could go any ( dirty ) way.

let me know if you like this and are curious to know how things play out.

also, spot the cameo. it's so dumb but still. I couldn't think of anything else.

enjoy.

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Paranoia was an old friend of yours.

Very real, very scary and not very nice to you, your peace of mind or your tested soul.

In your head, you already played out a million different ways the image you’d spent years building could come falling apart.

All because of him. Jeon Jungkook.

Though much to your surprise and fortune- he didn’t tell anyone.

You spent the entire weekend fretting over nothing.

It was almost like none of it ever happened.

Like your parents weren't about to tie the knot soon. Like you weren’t about to become step siblings.

Like he didn't walk in on his said step sister to be masturbating in front of a camera.

In the aftermath of that inexplicably humiliating incident, you had to make up some dumb excuse to satiate your viewers for ending the stream so abruptly.

It was your cat they heard speaking, you told them.

Cats don’t speak of course, certainly not in a deep baritone. But they were effectively distracted by the string of full nudes you posted soon after that.

Those few accusatory comments saying that you did have a boyfriend after all were buried by those coming from very horny people who were over the moon about the little apology gift.

That was out of the way, but you had a more pressing matter at hand.

That night, Jungkook had walked out after saying what he had to say without another word, leaving you feeling stunned and oddly cold.

It was like all the heat in your body just ceased to exist the moment he closed the door behind him and left you there all on your own. You didn’t even get to finish but that was beside the point.

The point was, you thought that meant like with many other things, and as people should since this was a free world, he didn’t give a shit what you did with your free time or your body.

But as the days progressed, you couldn’t help but wonder if you were gravely mistaken.

Because contrary to that, he seemed to be up to something.

These days, he came around very often. Completely unprovoked and on his own accord.

It didn’t help that your mom loved having him around and feeding him.

Sometimes he was there for lunch after school. Other times he was there to fucking read the books in the study.

It was all ridiculous and quite honestly it was starting to get on your fraying nerves.

He didn’t even live there! You grumbled in pure frustration internally every time your mom asked you to add an extra plate for him on the dining table. This was your place!

Intentional or not he seemed to just love spending his time at your house for some reason.

But that just wouldn’t do.

The thing was you didn't know how to tell him you’d like to have the peace of mind he’d robbed you of by being all up in your living space every other day back.

He couldn’t just keep coming around.

Things were awkward enough without you having to see him often so already in between fleeting glimpses at school and lingering glances over the occasional dinner.

He might have been able to play it cool because it didn’t matter to him but this was a big deal for you.

He knew your secret and what else were you to do but be on edge and fidgety around him even though it seemed like he wouldn’t say a word of it?

But in the end, you couldn’t voice out your concerns. Not to him and certainly not to your mom.

So you were stuck here.

In between a massive rock and a very hard place.

Forced to endure even though you really felt like you’d been pushed past your limit.

Because he was there all the time.

For the most random reasons doing the most random things at the most random places at the most random time.

One time he had been casually listening to music while smoking by the pool and stroking the strings of his damned, matte black guitar.

You had been so stressed from all the work at school with the elections for new committee members amongst the juniors coming up so you thought to go for a swim to relax your self.

You honestly thought no one was around.

It was a Wednesday at noon so your mother was at lunch with some friends from high school. Plus, in the back of your mind, you’d reasoned that Jungkook usually only ever came over when she was around.

So you put on your best little bikini, grabbed a floatie and a soft drink and you went out.

Only to pause when you saw him sitting on one of the white lounging chairs, just looking at you with his earphones on, fingers having stilled mid strumming with a soft veil of smoke over his face.

You didn’t need to think twice to turn back.

There had been something about how his heavy lidded gaze took you in through the smoke as he did that thing where he cocked his head to the side that made you step back and quickly go back in.

You felt yourself get impossibly hotter when you realized you were probably giving him an eyeful of your poorly covered ass in motion.

You knew he was looking. You could feel his stare. Heavy. Intent. Dark. Swirling.

Like when he'd walked in on you.

You were hot and bothered the entire day.

In the end you couldn’t get anything productive done with a straight mind. And it was all his fault.

It took you about two weeks to crack.

That particular evening you were decided on telling your mom about this dilemma you were in.

Coincidentally, your mom had gone and invited him and his dad over for dinner.

Great. Just great.

You had no choice but to deeply consider the possibility of having to spill the beans another time.

Because choosing now to tell your mom meant you would probably need to tell his dad as well since they were attached at the hip every time he came over.

But no, you wouldn’t expose him in front of his father too. You weren’t cruel. Also you didn’t need the school's menace resenting you for making his strict, uptight dad turn on him.

If he didn’t have a reason to expose you before, he certainly would have one if things spiraled out that way.

So you bit your bitter tongue.

This time around, dinner was a more relaxed affair.

The weather was nice so your mom decided on a barbeque at your back yard.

This meant you wore a flowy sun dress like your mom did and he wore a loose navy shirt with the sleeves rolled up and some black casual beach shorts.

His tattoos were on full display.

You stared.

You were only distracted by them and how the patterns dance on his skin when his muscles flex as he flips whatever he is cooking on the fire because she’s never seen them in full before, you strongly reasoned.

Even with his sleeves rolled up when he was uniform, you'd only seen what he had on his forearm briefly other than the ones on the back of his hand.

That night didn’t count. It was too dim to see well. Also, that night technically didn’t exist.

Your eyes were particularly drawn to the little something peeking out the collar of his shirt.

You were too busy trying to figure out whether the curling ink around his collar bone was the flick of flames or the end of a dragon’s tail to notice that he’d lifted the hem of his shirt to wipe at the dots of sweet at his brows.

When you do, you suddenly found yourself being given an eyeful of impossibly ripped, ridged pure muscle.

You almost dropped your glass like you did your jaw.

What the holy fuck?

At that exact moment, he lifted his gaze and caught you staring.

He was probably expecting you to look away. Any decent human would expect that if they caught someone staring at them so openly. Gawking, to be completely honest.

But you didn’t. You quickly recover, pulling yourself together, and you met his gaze squarely.

You clutched the drink in your hand tight. Your pride wouldn’t let you look away.

In your own way, it was your little pay back, weak as it was.

He held your gaze with an unreadable look on his face for a moment with that signature slight tilt to his head and an added lift to his brow, before he looked away. Wordlessly, he let his shirt fall to push his hair back with his hand and went back to grilling.

You let herself breath then and tried not to think about how his biceps flexed at the motion, how his hair slicked back made him look even more dangerous and how the little smirk you caught on his lips was making you feel things she shouldn’t be.

Your mom suggested you all hang out at the pool once you were done eating.

You hadn’t been there since that day with him and quite frankly, you would rather not be.

Not with him.

You knew your mom had a swimsuit underneath her dress. She made you wear one as well.

She probably told them to come prepared for a swim too.

Just thinking about it made you short circuit.

You tore your gaze away from where he was standing with his father at the poolside, staring blankly at the surface as the older man talked to him about something.

You'd just come back from clearing the table with your mom.

When you guys got close enough, the men look your way. Jungkook’s eyes immediately landed on you. Meanwhile you just stare at your mom, trying to ignore his inexplicably fixed attention on you.

‘It’s shame we can’t swim.’

Your mother said, reaching for her boyfriend’s hand. She gave Jungkook a soft, apologetic smile.

‘Maybe once the weather is not so chilly.’ She sighed regretfully. ‘If I had known you were sensitive to the cold I would have suggested something else.’

‘It’s fine.’ Your eyes flicker to him. The smile he puts on is small and polite. ‘I’m not a very good swimmer anyway I’m afraid.’

‘Nonsense.’ She dismissed in good nature. ‘I heard you were quite the athlete in middle school. It’s all your father ever talks about sometimes. Right, honey?'

His father just grumbled.

You couldn’t hide your surprise at this revelation. You didn’t know this before.

Jungkook was quiet for a moment. Then he smiles a little with a shrug.

‘That was in the past.’

Your eyes just glided to him when he said that.

The tug at his lip looked wry and sad.

You’d never seen him like this before.

Solemn. Sombre. Not serious or intimidating or indifferent.

It felt like you were viewing him in a new light.

You settled on drinks by the pool. It was what your mom does to lighten things up.

It seemed like the gloom from earlier wasn’t all part just a part of your imagination.

Her mother suddenly chirped in between the light conversation.

'Why don't you guys get together and have a little group study?'

You suppressed the urge to groan and roll your eyes to the back of your head. You knew what she was trying to do and you wanted no part in it.

You had the words no way sitting at the tip of you tongue.

He beat you to it.

'That sounds nice,' he dared to say, even politely addressing your mom with Mrs. alongside her surname in the end uttered just the way she liked. 'I'd like that.’

You gawked at him in disbelief. Complete and utterly speechless.

Was he insane ??

'Doesn't it? Great!' Your mom is over the moon. 'Dear, take him to the study. You guys can do your teenager things and get along over books there.'

Your mom was loving and caring and she only ever wanted the best for you. You knew this.

Maybe she wanted them to get to know each other. Or maybe she just wanted to have some alone time with her man.

Either way, she practically shoved you two into the house with so much enthusiasm you wondered if she really loved you because suddenly you found yourself stuck inside your house with the last person you wanted to be with and you did not feel safe or rested.

The walk up the spirally stairs to the study had got to be one of the most intense, dragging moments of your whole life.

He remained a few steps behind you all through out the journey, following your lead in his own leisured pace.

A few steps too damn far behind in your opinion.

From that angle, you had a strong inkling that he could see your underwear from beneath your dress.

You knew this because you were familiar with what it felt like when he was staring.

What you couldn’t quite explain is why you didn't do a thing about it.

If awkward silence could manifest into a solid form for being so intense, there would have been a third occupant in the room the moment you two walked into the study.

It would’ve been so massive, all the high shelves and wooden tables lined up would have been demolished.

Jungkook remained the quiet person he was, looking around and skimming through the books on the shelves.

You were standing a safe distance away from him, absently doing the same. The books were interesting and all but you were admittedly more taken by the ink on his skin.

Up close you could clearly see the artistic patterns and symbols etched onto him.

While staring at the tats on his knuckles you couldn't help but also notice that the titles he picked up were rather complex.

Certainly not the kind of thing even high intellects reached for. Evidently, those tomes had been collecting dust in there for ages.

You were decidedly curious. Itching to ask. Hell, dying to know.

You dived before you could overthink it and find reasons not to satiate your rabid curiosity.

'You like Reader?' he paused and looked at you from the corner of his eyes. At his questioning look she gesture to the book he was holding. 'That's the third book of theirs you picked up.'

'Yeah.' he said casually, nodding a little while flipping through it. 'Their books are nice.'

A crippling lapse of silence ensues.

You tore your gaze away from his profile to stare at the titles in front of you with a burn at your cheeks, fiddling with the polished spines.

How fucking awkward. All of this.

He probably felt the same.

What were you even doing?

You thought about telling him to ignore your mom’s attempt at trying to make the two of you get along. He obviously wasn’t looking for company or a friend. Quite frankly, neither were you. Certainly not from him. You were just trying to be not rude. Something you aren’t really surprised he probably failed to understand in all honesty.

But then he spoke, dragging you out of your reverie.

'What about you?'

Your head shot up and you found that he was standing a lot closer than before, having moved to reach for yet another complicated book to idly browse through at the top shelf.

This close, you could can smell him. Soft mint and clean soap and moonlight, not smoke. He disregarded the pages in his hands to give you a side way glance.

‘What do you like?’

There was a perpetual spark swimming in the dark depth of his eyes. It was striking. Pretty even.

When he lightly raised a brow at you, your thoughts jumbled all over before it fell back into place and you realized you were staring very openly.

But this time was different from the last time. When he had been miles away, flashing you his ripped abs.

In your reverie, you hadn’t notices that he had leaned a little to meet your eyes, and that he was real close. Like real close, looking at you intently with his head cocked to the side questioningly, like he was wondering what was going on inside your head. You could feel his breath fanning your face.

Shit.

'Uh,’ you scrambled for an answer, quickly tearing your gaze away from him to appraise the bookshelf. Your face felt like it was on fire. Considering how he hadn’t moved, he could probably see just how blazed in the face you were. Out of pure instinct, you grabbed a random book and shoved it into him to make some space in between your bodies.

Maybe with a little too much force. There was a dull thump and it made you wince.

'This.’

You hated how squeaky and breathless you sounded. Like you’d just ran a marathon. Might as well have, with how hard and fast your heart was pounding.

Jungkook took it from you, and you allowed yourself to look at him as he looked the cover over, completely fine, like you hadn’t just smacked him in the chest with a book.

The corner of his lips lifted a little as he flipped it over, cocking his head the other way before he chanced you a glance, making you blink rapidly and stand on edge.

'You sure?' he asked, sounding pretty amused. You were confused for a moment until he held it up for you to see, flashing you a full on toothy grin like you’d never seen on him before. 'You like books about horse gentilia?'

The jump in your chest was something you quickly dismissed as being one of sinking dread rather than anything else.

All the color that had been congesting your face washed away.

If there was a time you truly wished the ground would swallow your entire existence whole, it would be right then and there.

word is telling me I made up the word genitilia but I’m pretty sure it’s real because it just rolls off the tongue ( smooth ) like butter like a criminal under the cover.

the hole is one of the recurring characters so please be nice to it.

alot of things happening here if you squint and look closely.

any-whomst've, hope you all liked it. let me know if you did and I don't know come say hi? 😳 have a nice day 💜

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fleursdemeduse · 3 years

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Remembrance AU: Fighting For the Right Side

Warnings: Nightmare [Depiction of child death] ; Mention of death ; Allusion to mass murder and bombs

Words: 3.3k

You were quick to settle into your position in Pogtopia. Every day was primarily spent with Techno, but it was relaxing. You farmed, took trips to the bastion you two had met at, he protected you in fortresses, you two even went mining together. He was a comfortable constant in your world. Even when the voices got to be too much, you were with him. But that might have been what caused it all in the first place.

Settling into the small alcove Tommy said you could use, you decided that you could take this brief moment of quiet to read. You felt safe in the ravine, so much so that you had shed your armor back in Techno’s hidden stronghold.

Once sat in front of the fire, you tossed another small log in the flames. You'd have to go find more wood tomorrow but this was enough; The fire burning was bright enough you didn't need to light a torch and waste extra materials they might need, and the air warm enough you only needed a small throw blanket for added comfort to cuddle during the parts of your book the suspense physically got to you.

And so you got comfortable. You relaxed against the wall and you opened your book. Page 47.

Suddenly, sounds bombarded the child - a mad rustling, and then, twit twit, echoing over and over. They were familiar sounds, not particularly frightening, but unplaceable. A heartbeat was louder than anything else and the small nine year old could only wish that the sound were quieter. That everything was quieter.

The maze was an overgrown thing. Something so large that anyone who encountered it knew they could never escape. The shadows kept moving though; rushing faster than legs could ever hope to outrun. Faster and faster they crawled like vines all around. And soon the child was engulfed. Darkness spread to every limb, smothering wails that spilled from parted lips. There were no cries for help or alerts to any who would listen. Soon, nothing remained.

The crash had startled you awake. Your nightmare releasing it’s hold from you at the sudden sound. You relaxed quickly, however, seeing Wilbur in a heap next to the stairs. He must have fallen again. You pressed your lips together, remembering Techno’s words. “We used to have railin’s but Wilbur, he just really enjoyed fallin’ to his death.”

The brunet slowly got up and pat himself off before looking up at you and smiling. A smile like that could have made sunflowers turn to revel in its glow.

“Oh, hey. Sorry for waking you.” His voice was soft, probably to not wake anyone else if they hadn’t already been awoken already.

"Don't worry about it. It wasn’t a very good dream.” He nodded at you in understanding. “What were you doing out? On a secret mission?”

The teasing smile on your lips grew bigger when his smile soured and he scoffed, grumbling to himself about how every mission was technically a secret one.

Yours fell away when he started walking off, his softness darkened with the thought of what happened during his outing. You hesitated. You didn’t want to wake Techno. You two were only just growing closer and you didn’t know how the hybrid reacted to missing out on the little sleep he was actually getting. But you didn’t want to be with your thoughts. Despite not being even remotely close to the man now leaving you behind, you reached out for him. “Hey Wilbur?” He turned to look at you. "Can you stay? Just for tonight, please. I don't want to be alone after that."

You watched his brown eyes brighten and a boyish grin overtake his lips. It reminded you of Tommy’s. You briefly wondered if his mood always swung this dramatically. “I'll stay for as long as you need." He made his way to sit with you and you added another log to the fire, sitting up so the rock digging into your spine shifted away. Wilbur sat across from you, his presence immediately making you relax.

"So, Mr. Leader," You taunted once more, "What was the secret mission?"

In the coming days, you and Wilbur spent more time together. He’d tell you the most random facts about himself whilst you two worked, but you couldn’t bring yourself to pay it any mind.

"Hey [y/n], guess what?"

"Hm?"

"I was born on September 14th. That makes me a Virgo."

"Did you know I can play guitar?"

"I think everyone knows that about you, Wilbur. Why do you ask?"

"I just thought you might wanna hear me play you something sometime..."

"You know, I was once married to this wonderful salmon named Sally. You remind me of her sometimes."

“With you on our side, [y/n], I know that we’re going to win L’manburg back. And I promise you’ll have a spot in my cabinet.”

It was decided. Techno and yourself would attend the festival while Wilbur and Tommy hung back and watched from a safe distance. You were nervous. A bad feeling grew like a stone in your stomach as they all prepared.

"Hey [y/n], come here a moment, will you?" Sighing as you stood from the chest you were going through, you felt your back pop in a few different places and you hissed before walking to where Wilbur stood. It was silent in the ravine, everyone just as anxious about the festival as you.

"Yeah?" You asked, resting a hand on his arm as you peeked around him at the paper on the table. It was a map of Manburg with “x”s scattered across it.

"Are you prepared?" He glanced down at you, watching the crease in your eyebrows deepen as you examined the plans.

"Mhm." You hummed, finally looking up at him. His eyes were so warm when they looked at you, just like Techno’s. Even if he didn’t have a smile, they were always filled with that same warmth that made you feel important. The two were more like brothers than either cared to admit. "Why?"

"Can I tell you something and you keep it a secret from Tommy and Techno?" Everything around you felt like it had stilled. Everything waiting for the other shoe to drop. The stone suddenly felt heavier.

"What is it?” He continued looking at you and you found it almost hard to breathe. "Wilbur?"

His hand reached to cup your cheek gently. They weren’t calloused like Technoblade’s. They were the hands of a poet, of a musician, of someone whose hand reached for the quill not the sword. They smelled of gunpowder. Your heart felt like it was in your throat when you realized what all of those “x”s were.

“You would risk letting all those people die just so you could have L’manburg back? Why?”

His voice came out hoarse when he finally brought himself to speak. "Because if I can’t have it, no one can, [y/n]. I'm so sorry."

Your lips trembled. You thought of all of the innocent people who would never see it coming. You thought of Tommy and Techno, getting ready in another part of the ravine who wouldn’t know until it was too late. You thought of the man before you who probably felt like he was doomed to keep repeating this action again and again. When had blowing something up ever worked in his past lifetimes? He had to know that this was crazy, right?

Wilbur continued to stare at your frightened face for a moment. He looked so serious. His dark eyebrows drawn together and lips turned just the slightest bit downward. But his eyes? The warmth that filled them seemed to be slowly draining and being replaced with dark melancholy. You hated that look on him and drew your hand up to hold the one cradling your face. “You don’t have to do this, y’know. There is always another way.”

Wilbur stepped forward, pulling you into an embrace that smelled of cedar and leather. His hand left your cheek to instead hold your head to his chest. You didn’t like this hug. This hug felt like he knew things were going to go horribly wrong and he didn’t want you to see the aftermath of it. “If there were one, we would have found it by now.”

Your hands gripped the soft material of his trench coat and you pressed your face into his sweater. You didn’t want this. You were happy to help where you could, but you didn’t want to be a part of the destruction of a nation. You just wanted to help your friends overthrow a tyrant. “I wish I were as brave as you, Wil.”

The soft huff of a chuckle reverberated through his chest as he squeezed you tighter. “Did you know that that’s the first time you’ve called me something other than my name?” His voice was uplifted at the end. He almost sounded happy by the thought. It was squashed when he sighed, pressing his face into your hair. “I wouldn’t call it bravery, though. Still, I promise that we’ll all end up on the other side of this together.”

You tilted your head up a bit to look at him. “Where else would we be?”

He didn’t answer you, just held you tighter.

If there was one thing Wilbur couldn’t describe himself as, it was good.

In previous lives, he had been a cruel, sadistic god. He forced hundreds of people to compete for his entertainment. They were rats, moles, ants, sometimes even just humans while he played the part of omnipotent creator. He had been a king sometimes, or a hero. And time and time again, he was just an older brother. But no matter what, he couldn’t seem to save the people who loved him the most. He couldn’t protect the ones who looked up to him; be it because he found sick joy in their deaths, or because he wasn’t strong enough.

He never felt strong enough.

When Technoblade had told him of the strange person whom he had met in the nether, he almost brushed it off. There was no way he had met someone whom he hadn’t shared at least one lifetime with. There was no such thing as new players who weren’t just NPCs.

However, when you stepped into the ravine, inventory absolutely filled with different items that you just willingly handed over to the pink haired hybrid with a smile, he was utterly floored. The curve of your lips, the tone of your voice, even the look in your eyes were all new to him. He had never once met you.

He approached the two of you with hurried steps, wondering what kind of trick you were playing, only to freeze when you turned your gaze to him. He could hear his own blood rushing through his ears and, for a moment, he wondered if you could hear it too. The expression you wore unnerved him. It was as if you had seen every lifetime, every possibility. Yet you still had the nerve to smile shyly at him. When you waved at him in silent greeting, he knew Technoblade had been completely correct in his assumption. Your lives were missing from your wrist.

You were an investment.

But no one made him feel as powerless as you did.

You were able to try things over and over and over again. You weren’t held back by memories of mistakes or fears. The tiny flits of trauma they all seemed to feel were just… absent in your being. You were unapologetic about running errands in Manburg and doing reconnaissance whilst you were out, seemingly unafraid during the recounts you had given him of meeting Schlatt and Tubbo for the first time.

And this seemed to hold true in your interactions with Tubbo. He didn’t treat you with the same feral energy he shared with Tommy or the attitude he put forth for his leaders. When you weren’t spending almost every waking moment with Technoblade, the soft murmur of your soft voices being heard through the stone walls that led to the farm, you were interacting with one or both of the teenagers that helped fuel the rebellion. Tubbo told you about new ideas he had, or described to you his day, or even just explained to you things that even he himself knew he would have trouble understanding, despite Tubbo being the one to explain them. Wilbur noticed that you just did that. You listened patiently while someone talked, despite the knowing look in your eye that made him feel like you already knew exactly what they were about to say. And this seemed to carry over into your relationship with Tommy.

You paid rapt attention to the blond, reminding him that even if he was still technically a child, that doesn’t mean he didn’t deserve to be listened to. The oddest part he found, though? Tommy actually returned the favor in kind. It wasn’t so much that you would go on long-winded tangents and he’d be forced to sit there and listen. It was that when you asked or told the sixteen year old to do something, he did it without too much of a fight. That’s not to say he wouldn’t talk back to you, he did almost every time, but it was the point that he would still do what you said without much hesitation. And every single time, Wilbur felt the sharpest stab of envy.

He had questioned Tommy after the first couple instances of it happening before him. He had cornered the very person who had been his younger brother in many previous lives against the cold stone wall on one of the walk ways while you and Techno were out gathering things from the nether and demanded to know why. However, the young soldier just shrugged in response. “They just usually have very fun ideas.” He had stared long and hard at the blonde, the other fiddling with the hem of his dirty shirt. He made a mental note to ask if you’d be willing to do laundry for them when you next went to Manburg. “That and…”

“And?” Wilbur had immediately prompted, knowing the time he had to question the younger was running short.

“They just have that tone of voice. And something makes me feel like I should listen when they tell me to do something.” Wilbur rolled his eyes, opening his mouth to berate him. “Sometimes it feels like they know way more than they should. Like they already know what’s going to happen.”

The brunet’s words died on his tongue.

They all felt like that.

But if you knew so much, why did you never talk about any of your past lives like the rest of them did? If you knew what was going to happen, why were you so patient and let them make mistake after mistake?

The thought sat bitterly at the forefront of his mind as he pat himself off, having fallen off the side of the walkway yet again. He almost regretted removing the child-proofing, but he was an adult, and he didn’t need them, and he certainly wasn’t going to recant his insistence that they didn’t need them. He turned when he heard shifting and saw you slumped against the side of the ravine.

In the dim lighting, you looked different. You were cuddled under a thin blanket, eyebrows furrowed and mouth pressed into a pout that reminded him of a child. He must have awoken you. You looked rather cute like this, though.

He smiled at you despite himself. He was still a little hesitant about being around you. He didn’t need help in his daily activities like Technoblade, he didn’t need a guiding hand like Tommy, and he felt plenty listened to daily, unlike Tubbo.

But somehow, he didn’t feel as loved as you were.

“Oh hey, sorry for waking you.” The words had slipped from his mouth before he had had a chance to stop them. Now he’d be forced to converse with you. He watched your eyes look away from him, even in the dim light.

"It wasn’t a very good dream.” You didn’t have good dreams? What was there to have a nightmare of? He tucked that piece of information away for later, your eyes were back on him. “What were you doing out? On a secret mission?”

His mood immediately dropped, especially when he saw the mocking grin that planted itself on your face. It was as if this were a game to you. “Every mission we pursue is a secret one, you of all people should know that.”

The grin just grew and he felt his chest tighten. How could you act so lax when you seemed to know exactly what happened when he was out there? He turned to walk back to his desk to write about the events that had transpired and quell his anger. He wasn’t truly upset with you, he knew that, and he didn’t want to take that out on the one person that seemed to be holding together his fellow usurpers, but you almost irritated him. His soft steps reverberated through their base.

“Hey Wilbur?”

His steps faltered. Despite your previous mood, you suddenly sounded so small. Afraid. He looked at you from over his shoulder and was surprised to see your extended hand.

“Can you stay for tonight? I don’t want to be alone after that.”

A new feeling sparked in him.

You wanted him? The one who had been so helpful for everyone else, to the cause, even to him on occasion, needed his help? How bad had your dream been? You looked so distraught, so powerless. He didn’t feel so weak when you looked at him like that.

“I’ll stay for as long as you need.” Your eyes held a warmth that could rival the fire in front of them. You moved to feed it and he sat across from you. You two weren’t close in either sense of emotionally or physically.

When had that changed?

He felt compelled to check up on you more after that night, use you as the investment that he believed you to be. No one in Manburg knew of your status, and he was planning on using it to their advantage.

Or, he had been.

But you made him feel safe about sharing things about himself. You were easy to talk to, easy to work around, easy to listen to. You would have been so easy to use.

Maybe that’s why he told you of the plan he and Tubbo had come up with.

You had found your way into much more than his good graces, just like the rest of them, and he didn’t want you to get caught in the crossfire. You were so susceptible to influence, he feared you’d start to see him as a villain. He knew what people would say about him. He wanted you to know his thoughts and feelings before you could be tainted by their remarks.

He had shared memories with you before. They all had. Words seemed to fall unencumbered whenever you were around and they were all victim to it. But you hadn’t judged any of them on the actions they had taken in their previous lives. You didn’t even judge them on the actions they had taken in this one. Despite this, he was still scared you’d be turned against him if he wasn’t the one to tell you.

“I think everyone deserves a chance to prove themselves.”

It was his turn to prove that they were fighting for the right side.

#RemembranceAU #dsmp au #dream smp au #dsmp x reader #dream smp x reader #wilbur x reader #wilbur soot x reader #mcyt x reader #tw: nightmares #tw: death #tw: child death #tw: genocide #tw: bomb

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agustdakasuga · 4 years

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You Never Walk Alone | Chapter 6

Genre: Werewolf!AU, Poly!AU?, Mate!AU, romance, fluff

Pairing: OT7 x Reader

Characters: Student!reader, Omega!Seokjin, Alpha!Yoongi, Beta!Hoseok, Alpha!Namjoon, Omega!Jimin, Beta!Taehyung, Alpha!Jungkook

Summary: You live a quiet life in your late grandfather’s cabin in the woods. You go to school just to graduate and get your diploma, not to make friends or stand out from the crowd. That was until one day, you enter your home to see a pack of wolves that need shelter.

Your new desk mate brings his brothers to school and introduces them to you. All they wanted to do was introduce themselves to you but maybe they came off too strong and it might have backfired.

((Their stage names and real names are used interchangeably here. Hope it isn’t too confusing!))

V entered class, ignoring all the girls that were fawning over him in the hallway. Mortal women were so easily drawn by looks that it annoyed him. When his eyes fell on you, his desk mate, a smile appeared on his face.

“Good morning!” He greeted with his boxy smile as he sat down, making the other girls scoff in jealousy.

“Hey.” You straightened up.

“How was your weekend?” He asked and your mood darkened at the memory of the wolves leaving. V noticed this and mentally scolded himself for asking you when he already knew what happened.

“Didn’t do much. What about you?” You lied with a forced smile.

“Oh, my brothers and I finalised the move into our permanent house so it’s just been moving around and unpacking all the boxes to settle in. It has been really tiring but we’re always excited to move into a new place.” V rambled and you nodded your head with a congratulatory smile.

Having a good look at V’s face, you noticed something that was never really apparent to you until you realised it.

V was one of the boys in the dream you had about the wolves as humans. He was the human version of Taehyung. You have officially gone insane, how could you have dreamt of your friend as your wolf?

“Well, V, are your brothers attending school too?” You changed the subject.

“Yeah. I’m usually the scout first, which is why I came alone. But now that we’ve officially moved in, they’re coming today.” V explained.

“Class, we have some new students.” You didn’t even notice that the teacher had come in. You turned to face the front and your eyes widened, your jaw dropping slightly.

It was them, the 6 other boys from your dream. How could it be? You were in disbelief, you were sure you have never seen them before in real life and yet, they were here, standing in front of you as real humans. In your dream, they were just the human versions of your wolves. To be sure you weren’t dreaming, you blinked and rubbed your eyes.

“I’m RM.”

“Suga.”

“I’m J-Hope!”

“Hello, I’m Seokjin.”

“Jimin.”

“Jungkook.”

You let out a sigh of relief when they mostly had different names. Obviously, it wasn’t their real name like how V’s name is definitely a fake name. You subtly side eyed V, who gave the boys a little wave. They were his brothers.

“Are they your brothers?” You whispered.

“Mhmm.” He hummed.

“(y/n).” Their vision all zeroed in on you but you were too busy mentally freaking out to notice. The teacher assigned them their seats. Two were in front of you and V, two were beside V and the last two were diagonally in front. It was like you were literally backed into a corner.

The pale boy in front of you, that was Yoongi. The white wolf. And the one next to him was Jimin, the boys who complained about bland chicken.

“Sorry.” You frowned and stood up, excusing yourself to go to the bathroom. As you closed your eyes and leaned against the stall door. Why was your heart suddenly racing?

“Did we scare her? She looked so overwhelmed.” Jungkook thought. Maybe the boys all coming at once was too much.

“Poor (y/n). She looked scared too.” Jimin whimpered.

“Let’s just take it slow, don’t come on too strong or force her to do anything. It’s probably because she remembered our faces from her dreams.” Namjoon said and the rest nodded.

You managed to calm yourself down in the bathroom for a few minutes and come back to class. You sat down with a slightly bow of your head and tried to ignore the boys that were sitting around you as you paid attention to the teacher, taking notes down. V side eyed you and smiled softly to himself. You were just so special.

When lunch came around, you grabbed your bag and got ready to leave class with V trailing behind you.

“Umm... Why don’t you join your brothers? It wouldn’t be nice to leave them on their first day.” You told V, fiddling with the strap of your bag. V felt hurt as he gave you a crestfallen look.

“We don’t mind joining you, if that’s okay with you of course.” RM slung his arm around V’s shoulders. You bit your bottom lip.

“You guys should see the school and mingle with other students... I’ll see you after lunch.” You quickly excused at the end and sped walked away.

“(y/n)! Wait.” V whimpered.

“She eats alone?” Yoongi asked. V nodded. Well, you haven’t really been eating alone. V has been joining you every day ever since he came to the school.

“Should we find her?” Hoseok suggested.

“No, let’s just let her have her space. We may scare her off.” Jin said and they walked the other way.

You let out a sigh and sat down. You felt bad for turning them away when they were trying to be nice to you but you were used to being alone and the 7 of them altogether was just too overwhelming. For some reason, you just couldn’t get rid of the image of V’s crestfallen expression from your head.

“Maybe this is why you don’t have friends.” You scolded yourself. It felt quiet without V and his random conversations. You have grown used to it after he had been eating with you.

After school, you were able to go home before work started. You had gotten a new, better paying job as a barista at local, hipster cafe.

*KNOCK KNOCK*

“Coming!” You were just about to leave the house.

“Hello- Oh! V?” You nearly jumped back when you saw V and one of his brothers, Jimin, standing at your door step. You weren’t expecting to see them here.

“(y/n)?! You’re our new neighbour?!” V gasped. That’s when you remembered that you saw moving trucks the other day. Were V and his brothers your new neighbours? That was almost too coincidental but you were kind of glad that they were at least your age and people you kind of knew. You gave a small smile and nodded.

“We actually came over to ask if our new neighbour would like to come over for dinner. We didn’t know it was going to be you.” Jimin laughed.

“Right... I’m actually working though. Got a new job.” You said, more to Taehyung. Taehyung knew you worked at a barbecue restaurant, you had told him during one of your lunch talks.

“You got a new job? Congratulations!” V suddenly pulled you in for a hug, making you choke.

“T-Thanks.” You blushed.

“When’s your next day off? We would love to have to you over, we can celebrate you getting a new job too!” V exclaimed excitedly and his brother nodded in agreement. You couldn’t help but laugh.

“Ah, there’s no need for that. I wouldn’t want to be a bother.” You rubbed the back of your neck sheepishly. You saw the sad looks they gave you and felt bad. You were rejecting them twice in a day and you knew that wasn’t very nice of you when they were trying to be friendly.

“My next off day is on Friday.” You said softly.

“Alright! We’ll see you Friday! Have a great day and all the best for your new job!” Taehyung clapped.

“Thank you.” You smiled and they ran off. You chuckled and shook your head. They were so full of energy that the two together reminded you of Jimin and Taehyung. You went to the bus stop to take the bus into town.

“She’s coming on Friday!” The two wolves entered the house.

“She actually agreed?” Yoongi asked.

“You should know that no one can resist our charms.” The two scoffed, making the other wolves give them disgusted looks. But nonetheless, they were excited for you to come over. That was a step in the right direction. Jin and Yoongi, the chefs of the pack, had to decide what to cook for the Friday dinner and go grocery shopping the day before.

“She got a new job too, today is her first day. We caught her just as she was leaving. She seemed excited for it.” Jimin informed.

“That’s good. She really didn’t like working at the barbecue place. The working hours were not flexible and the pay wasn’t even that good.” Namjoon shook his head. They all know how tired you are when you return home from work.

“What did you all think of human school?” Taehyung asked.

“Boring. And human girls are weird. They fall so easily for looks.” Jungkook rolled his eyes.

“Except (y/n).” Hoseok laughed.

“That’s what makes her perfect.” Jin grinned and the rest agreed. You were probably the only one that wasn’t head over heels for them just because they were good looking. You looked at them as normal people.

“Well, it is an adjustment but we’re all there for one reason only. To be close to her.” Namjoon said.

“I’m going for my run.” Jungkook stood up. Namjoon, Taehyung and Hoseok decided to join him. They all turned into their wolves and ran off into the forest. When the wolves do their daily run, they usually patrol as well to make sure that there hasn’t been any intruders on their land.

“Smell that?” Jungkook looked up. The other 3 followed along, sniffing the area’s ground. There was an unknown scent, another wolf had come onto their territory.

“The scent is quite faint. He probably passed this place a few hours ago.” Hoseok noted.

“Either he passed by or he’s still here.” Namjoon looked around.

“(y/n)’s house isn’t too far from here. Shall we start a patrol shift? In case the intruder comes for her?” Taehyung asked.

“No. This is the first time we caught such a scent so we don’t know for sure why this rogue came. We’ll wait and come again tomorrow. If the scent is still here or in other areas, especially closer to her house, then we’ll start a patrol shift. I don’t want you guys or the others to be too alarmed over this.” Namjoon ordered.

“Hopefully it’s just a passing rogue then.” Jungkook continued walking. Once they did a full scout, they went back home.

“How was it?” Jin asked the group that walked in.

“We found possible traces of a rogue. We’ll go out and scout again tomorrow to determine if he’s a passer or intruder.” Hoseok explained and Jin nodded his head. The 4 boys ran to their rooms.

“A rogue?” Yoongi came out.

“I hope he isn’t trouble.” Jimin frowned, crossing his arms.

“Well, he won’t make it far if he decides to challenge the 7 princes in their own territory.” Yoongi scoffed, heading to the kitchen.

“Namjoon’s right, we shouldn’t worry about it. It could just be a passer. Now come on, let’s start on dinner.” Jin wrapped his arm around Jimin’s shoulders and walked to the kitchen to join Yoongi in cooking. Yoongi cooked a big pan of kimchi fried rice while Jimin helped Jin with making some stir fried marinated beef to have on the side.

“Dinner!” Jin called and the others came down, fresh out of the shower. They sat down and began to eat.

It was late and everyone had gone to bed but Yoongi stood in the back porch, alone in the dark. He held a glass of whiskey, sipping it lightly. It wasn’t like himself to be feeling such strong emotions. He wanted to see you.

He missed you.

He wasn’t one that openly displayed affection but he still adored the way you would try to get his attention by disturbing him with hugs. Though, he wouldn’t really consider them disturbances.

“Hyung?” Jimin was coming down fro a glass of water when he saw Yoongi turn and run off into the forest.

Yoongi ran until he appeared outside your cabin but he kept his distance. He panted as he stood behind a tree. You had already come back from work and he could see you walk past the window occasionally, dancing and singing to yourself. He couldn’t help but smile at your goofiness.

When he focused again, he met eyes with you. You were standing at the window, staring at him. Did you see him?

“Yoongi?” You whispered, seeing a small hint of white. No doubt, it was pure white, as white as the moon, almost shimmering. You knew only one wolf had that coat.

The pair of eyes stared back at you and your heart pounded against your chest as you ran out but the creature ran away as quickly as you came out.

“Yoongi!” You called but there was no reply. Maybe your eyes were really playing a trick on you.

The night wind made you shiver, reminding you that you were standing outside in the dead of night, just in your pyjamas. Wrapping your arms around yourself, you headed back inside. As the door shut, Yoongi stepped back out from the shadows. He scolded himself for being careless. As one of the oldest of the pack and an alpha, he should not be reckless.

“Hyung... Did you see her?” Jimin asked.

“I’m going to walk. Go back to sleep.” Yoongi shut the younger off and headed to the lake. He stood by the edge, keeping his paws a safe distance from the water since he wasn’t a fan of the water.

Closing his eyes, he howled into the night.

Your eyes opened at the howl that sounded through the night. Your heart warmed at the thought that it was one of the wolves. They were still here.

You hummed as you listened to your music while heading down to the bus stop. When you looked up, you stopped when you saw 7 of your new classmates there. Right, you forgot that they were also your new neighbours. Clearing your throat, you stepped closer and bowed your head.

“She’s here!” They all thought excitedly. Having lived with you, they knew what time you took the bus every morning so they deliberately planned to be there at the same time as you.

“So, how was your new job last night?” V started a conversation first, making the others eye him in jealousy.

“Good. I like it.” You nodded your head as you took out of your earpiece.

“That’s good to hear. I’m glad you’re enjoying it more than that old barbecue place, huh? So what’s your new job having you do?” V chuckled and you couldn’t help but give him a small smile.

“It’s definitely a lot better. Pay is better too. I’m a barista at a cafe. It’s a lot more chill and just overall, a much better job.” You explained.

“She’s really so awesome. It amazes me how carries her conversations so well.” RM melted.

“Uhh... So... Listen, I want to apologise to all of you for my behaviour in school yesterday. It was uncalled for and I let my anxiety get the best of me. You guys are new around here and you were just trying to be nice. I’m just not used to having so many people talking to me at once.” You chuckled nervously as you rubbed the back of your neck.

“She’s so adorable.” They all thought in unison.

“No, don’t apologise. It was our fault for getting too excited, not yours. We should have never overwhelmed you like that by coming at you all at once. You have every right to act the way you did.” Seokjin smiled.

“Yeah! We were just excited to make friends after V told us about you.” J-Hope grinned. V talks about you?

“F-Friends?” You stuttered.

“Yeah!”

“You wanna be friends with me?” You blinked and pointed to yourself. They all nodded their heads and you felt your cheeks heat up. You smiled softly, they reminded you of your wolves.

“O-Okay.” You said shyly. Taehyung and Jimin excitedly pulled you into a hug and you choked. Yoongi and Namjoon grabbed the backs of their collars to separate them from you. Luckily, the bus came and all of you boarded together. There was one seat left and you were going to stand but Yoongi moved you to sit down.

“Sit.” He said, looking away. You nodded your head wordlessly as he stood over you.

As the bus ride progressed, you tried to focus on something other than the pale boy that stood over you. When you saw an old lady board the bus though, you stood up, almost knocking him over in the shaky bus.

“What’s wrong?” He asked.

“Ahjumma, sit here.” You waved to the old lady with a smile. You held her hand to help her shuffle over and sit down. The old lady sent you a grateful smile to which you smiled back and bowed your head respectfully. Yoongi looked at you in adoration.

“Her heart is forever so big.” He sighed.

“Be careful.” Jungkook held your arm. You nodded your head and stood between him and Taehyung to steady yourself. Once the bus stopped, you all got off.

“You guys shouldn’t walk in with me.” You stepped aside from them, already seeing some students staring and pointing at you.

“Why?” Hoseok asked.

“I’m not exactly the most popular in school. It won’t be good for you guys if you hang out with me. You’ll become outcasts.” You lowered your head. Hands placed themselves on your shoulders and you looked up to see Taehyung.

“We don’t care. You’re our friend now and we don’t ever leave our friends alone. They wanna be salty over it, let them. We’re sticking by you, no matter what.” He said reassuringly and you looked to the others, who nodded in agreement. Jungkook slung his arm around you and you all headed into school. As predicted, everyone was pointing and talking about you.

“What are they doing with her?”

“She’s a loser.”

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath to ignore their comments like you always do. You headed to your locker to exchange your books. Unfortunately, your locker wasn’t beside the boys.

“So, what spell did you cast on them?” Kira leaned against the other lockers. You gave her a weird look but continued your business.

“I was talking to you.” She slammed your locker door close, making you jump back in shock.

“Is something wrong here?” You felt the presence of all 7 boys behind you. Kira stepped back in slight fear. She shot you a glare and flipped her hair before she scurried away with her friends. You sighed.

“Let’s go to class.” You said and started walking with them. They took their seats while you slid into your chair beside Taehyung.

The boys were all afraid you would be upset after that confrontation with Kira but you were as cool as a cucumber. You unpacked your bag, taking your necessary study materials out as if nothing happened. Honestly, you were just so used to it that you didn’t care.

“(y/n), are you okay?” Taehyung asked cautiously.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” You turned to him in confusion, tilting your head.

“Just leave it, Tae.” Jin said.

“I agree. If she says that she is fine, let’s leave it. We don’t give her enough credit, she’s a lot stronger than what she lets on.” Namjoon told them. Yes, they all definitely agreed with their leader on that.

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radioactivepeasant · 3 years

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Fic Prompts: Free Day Thursday

(Everybody Lives au)

Tenko was up to something. He may have thought he was being subtle, but it was starting to be almost embarrassingly obvious that something was afoot.

At first, Izuku had thought it might be quirk related, and just let him be. Having a half finished AFO copy came with troubles of its own. Sometimes, when Tenko was at capacity for quirk storage, he had to isolate a little bit. Hana had explained it as his body trying so hard to offload one of the six quirks that he had to make sure he didnt accidentally give a random student something they didn't need.

But...when Tenko was having quirk problems, usually he told Izuku, or All Might, or Nana, or Hana. Whatever was going on now, he seemed to be spending all his time down in the Support Course workrooms. Ochako had reported that she saw him stealing Melissa from her Support Gear debates with Hatsume Mei to help him with something. Melissa had seemed to know exactly what he meant.

"I guess it wouldn't seem so weird if he wasn't avoiding me," Izuku admitted to Tenya after the third week of Tenko Weirdness. "I don't think I made him mad, because he still grins at me when he sees me, and not like Kacchan smiles because Kacchan smiles kinda like chimpanzees do it means he's about to attack but I didn't learn that until I was like eight but that doesn't matter because we're not talking about Kacchan we're talking about Tenko and-"

Tenya waved a hand stiffly to get Izuku's attention before he could spiral into too much worry. He offered a reassuring smile.

"I wouldn't worry too much. Perhaps he is merely very busy right now. Whatever he's working on in Support, he may not want you or anyone else not involved to know about it until he's satisfied with the end result."

Izuku fidgeted. "Yeah...I guess you're right. I just got used to him wanting to hang out after school."

"He and Hana quite serious about their involvement in your life, I think," Tenya mused, "It reminds me of my older brother sometimes. I'm sure when he has time, he'll be able to talk again."

The first person to directly confirm that something was weird was, as it happened, All Might. Izuku found him standing in the hallway with an odd expression on his face. Tenko was already to the stairs, snickering faintly.

"Was that Tenko?" Izuku asked, coming to stand next to his mentor.

"Uh-huh," Toshinori said, a little distracted. He shook his head. "That boy's up to something."

Izuku blinked. "You think so, too?"

With a helpless gesture, Toshinori answered, "Well, he told me to my face, "I'm up to something", so that's a pretty good indicator I'd say. He seems proud of it, whatever the something is."

Tenko had a weird sense of humor.

The second person to directly confirm his suspicions was Hana. She'd just come off a patrol -- she hated having to start over at sidekick level when she didn't know any of the local heroes -- and had caught Tenko sneaking out of the dorms. Her loud "And where are you going?" had drawn Izuku and Ochako's attention away from dish duty to see "Izuku's weird cousin" halfway out the first floor window.

"I'm going to Nunya," Tenko had answered.

"Oh gimme a break," Hana scoffed, just as Ochako had innocently asked "Nunya?"

"Nunya business!" Tenko hooted gleefully, and vanished out the window.

Hana had shaken her head in annoyance and flopped down on the couch. "Brat couldn't be more suspicious if he'd put on a trenchcoat and started playing the Pink Panther theme everywhere he went."

[[MORE]]

It wasn't until the middle of the month that Izuku finally found out what his "cousin" had been doing. With all the training and preparations, Izuku had sort of forgotten that his birthday was so close. Somewhere in the back of his mind, sure, he knew he was going to be sixteen very very soon. But it didn't register to him as particularly important. Nobody would really notice except maybe All Might. Same as always.

Until he couldn't get out of his dorm room on the weekend of the 15th, because someone had strung red, white, and blue streamers from one side of the door frame to the other. The tape holding them in place was definitely Sero's, but Izuku was fairly certain the glittery banners looked like something Aoyama would make.

The glitter that got stuck in his hair all but confirmed Aoyama's involvement.

Was it a prank? Izuku couldn't think of anything that would have warranted the beginning of a prank war. Aizawa hated those.

When he got downstairs, he found about half of his classmates waiting for him with expectant grins.

And All Might.

And Tenko.

And Hana.

And Melissa?

And Nana?

And his mom!

"Happy birthday, Deku!" Ochako yelled, startling him.

"You guys...actually remembered what day that is?" Izuku sputtered when he managed to find his voice.

"Uh, we've only been plotting for like, weeks," Kaminari scoffed, "I don't forget stuff that quickly!"

Tenya took off his glasses and looked apologetic. "I hope you can excuse the way I deliberately withheld information from you," he said solemnly, "I was asked not to spoil the surprise."

Shouto looked as confused as Izuku. "I didn't know if I was supposed to say anything. I don't know how these things work."

It took some effort not to flood the room with tears. Tears were still shed, but a more human amount. Ochako and Hagakure all but dragged Izuku to one of the couches in front of the television, clearly excited.

"We told Mr. Aizawa we wanted to do something for your birthday, so he said we could have a party if we didn't make a mess!" Hagakure explained. "We don't have cake yet, but that's cuz Sato wants to go shopping first because somebody ate all the frosting."

Tokoyami glared from the kitchen. "I will not be blamed for things that Dark Shadow allegedly did when I was sleeping."

"Mmmmm, frosting!" Dark Shadow crowed, completely unrepentant.

"You are a disgrace," Tokoyami told his quirk.

"But full of frosting!"

Izuku couldn't help but laugh. Sometimes, Dark Shadow was a menace.

"So cake has to wait, and some presents can wait until cake," Toshinori said as he came to sit down on an adjacent couch, "But Melissa and Tenko didn't want to wait to give you their gift."

Izuku was floored. His friends not only remembered his birthday, they wanted to give him a gift?! He vowed to find out exactly what they wanted for their birthdays so he could repay their kindness someday.

"Is this why you keep sneaking off to Support?" Izuku asked before he could stop himself.

Tenko looked enormously pleased with himself. "Yes! Sneaky birthday business was underway." He dug through the pockets of his trenchcoat and came up with a game box. It looked like one of the Final Fantasy games that Izuku owned, but with a slightly different box cover.

"Fair warning," Tenko said as he handed the box to Izuku, "Melissa and I definitely voided this thing's warranty with the kind of mods we squeezed in there. So this is a one of a kind copy."

Melissa made a face from where she sat with Nana. "I just did the mechanical parts. He did all the programming."

Clearly, they meant for him to try it out right then and there. It took a moment to find the controller and get the tv set up, but soon enough the title screen for Final Fantasy XII came up. An option had been added to the menu in font that didn't quite match saying, "Costumes Mod".

He didn't quite know what to expect when he chose it. But then a screen full of every costume All Might had ever worn appeared. Some were locked, suggesting there were actually quests or tasks he would have to complete to get them. The ones available fit every character except Fran, though admittedly some characters looked better in the costumes than others.

Izuku turned to stare at Tenko. "You...made this?"

The Shigaraki doppelganger smirked. "You should see my other mods. I made one when I was in high school where you can make the whole party cactuars. Totally broke the cutscenes." He drooped slightly. "Of course, that mod when up in smoke with the rest of my timeline, but I could probably recreate it eventually."

He leaned over the back of the couch to tousle Izuku's hair. "Happy birthday, squirt."

Tenko pulled away and glanced at his hand. "What the- is that glitter?"

Aoyama looked away and whistled innocently.

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higuchimon · 2 years

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[fanfic] Song in the Sun

Sunlight as golden as Yamato’s hair tumbled down onto the two of them. Yamato’s eyes were closed, one arm loosely around Taichi, and he wasn’t quite asleep, but he didn’t think he was fully awake either. That suited him. The two of them didn’t get much time to spend together like this, and he liked it when they could.

He breathed in deeply, humming as he did. He’d always enjoyed making music of any kind, and Taichi never complained as long as Yamato didn’t start singing where other people were.

“I don’t want anyone else hearing that,” he’d teased weeks earlier. “It’s all mine.”

Yamato just rolled his eyes. They weren’t even properly sixteen yet and Taichi wouldn’t be allowed to get married until he was twenty-one. Yamato wasn’t even certain if they would be allowed to get married. He hadn’t even made up his mind if that was what he wanted to do.

For right now, though, they spent what time they could together. He ran his fingers through Taichi’s hair, glad that for once Taichi was napping instead of rushing around like a madman.

Yamato hummed more under his breath, wishing that he had one of his instruments with him. But they didn’t really want anyone else to bother them and that might get more attention.

He tilted his head back and added a few lightly sung words, something to the effect of, leave us alone, let us rest, we’re not causing any problems. He knew it wasn’t going to do anything but maybe if anyone heard them, they would still be left alone.

Taichi didn’t move very much, just the deep rise and fall of his breath, and Yamato suspected that he’d actually fallen asleep.

He resettled himself, enjoying soaking in the sun. He liked being here in the royal gardens, far from everyone else. There weren’t many who had the chance to do this, but having the luck to be born into a high-ranking noble family gave a few perks, such as being allowed to walk – or nap with the prince – in the royal gardens. His father had warned him more than once not to push this too hard, of course. But his father had always seemed a bit wary of spending any time around the royal family.

One day Yamato intended to ask about that. But that time wasn’t today. Today he cleared his throat a little more and started trying to put together something musical in his head. Taichi’s birthday wasn’t much more than a couple of months away and he wanted to have a good song ready for that.

A movement caught his eye and he glanced towards it. Whatever it was, wasn’t there anymore. A guard just keeping an eye on them? Some other servant? One of Taichi’s parents or his sister? One of the random creatures that wandered the palace? Whoever or whatever it was, he couldn’t get a glimpse of it.

So he turned his attention back to the lyrics he’d been trying to put together. That wasn’t the first time he caught sight of something moving around, but no matter how he tried, he couldn’t see anything more than something small moving, and he ended up dismissing it as a small bird of some type, a robin or a wren, perhaps drawn in by his singing.

An elbow nudged into him and he glanced down to see Taichi glowering up at him. “Who told you that you could stop singing?”

Yamato rolled his eyes. “Who told you that you could tell me what to do?”

“I’m the crown prince!” Taichi teased, sitting up a little more and turning so the two of them looked one another in the eye. “If I want to request your services indefinitely, then I can do it.”

Yamato’s lips quirked. “If you want that, you’re going to have to provide some very good perks for it. I hear royal musicians get to live in the palace, can eat at the royal table, - think you can manage that?”

Taichi wrinkled his nose. “I’d have to run that by my parents.” A flicker of amusement sparked in his deep brown eyes. “But I have some other points to offer that might get your attention.”

“Is that so?” Yamato liked the way this conversation seemed to be going. They’d kissed a few times, the first being on Yamato’s own last birthday less than half a year earlier, but neither of them knew where it might go from there. Taichi certainly said he never wanted Yamato to go anywhere, but who knew what might happen in the future?

Taichi nodded slowly, licking his lips, his eyes on Yamato’s. “I mean, if you can’t find anything else to do with your lips right now…”

Yamato rolled his eyes and gently pushed the other, not enough for a rejection, but to tease him. “I can think of a lot of things to do with them.”

“Then shouldn’t you do something?” Taichi leaned in closer and Yamato leaned back, eyes glittering for a few seconds before he cleared his throat and started to sing the new lyrics he’d been putting together.

Taichi had always looked enraptured whenever Yamato sang. There wasn’t anything unusual about that. But this time he seemed to almost be immobile as Yamato sang, voice twining through the air.

There was an extra quality to his voice these days, one that had slowly grown over the last few months. He’d never been fond of singing around people who he wasn’t close to, but he did it more around Taichi than anyone else, but with the occasional looks he got since this strange quality started to show up, he did it less and less.

But now Taichi just stared at him, lips parted a bit, and eyes focused on Yamato as if nothing else but Yamato mattered in all the universe.

Frankly, it creeped Yamato out. But he wasn’t sure what to say about it that might not get Taichi upset. He didn’t want to give the impression he didn’t like Taichi liking his voice or listening to him.

The look just didn’t set right with him. He broke off singing and scrambled to reach the water jug and cups they’d brought with them for this little time out together. Taichi blinked a few times, his expression clearing and brightening.

“That was gorgeous! I’ve never heard anything like it!”

Yamato offered a bit of a smile as he drank. He’d needed that, more than he wanted to admit. “Thanks,” was all he could bring himself to say right now.

Taichi reached over to get a drink of his own. This was really watered wine, not plain water, but Yamato saw no reason to complain. He’d take anything to occupy himself right now, as long as it didn’t involve speaking.

Slowly they relaxed against one another, until Yamato finally tested his voice again. “I should have that actually ready for public by your birthday.”

Taichi nodded, stretching out and tugging Yamato’s arm around him. “Looking forward to it. Not looking forward to the next couple of days.”

“What’s going to happen?”

“I’ve got a trip to take that’s going to last a couple of days. Royal duties.” Taichi’s shoulders tightened as he spoke. “But I’ll be back as soon as I can be. Maybe we can go riding once I’m back?”

Yamato lit up at that. He hadn’t ridden a horse in a while – he’d not needed to for a while. But he hadn’t yet introduced Gabumon to Taichi and he wasn’t sure of what they’d think of one another. He wanted to believe that they’d like each other.

He’d get around to it, sooner or later. He certainly liked the idea. Gabumon was the only other person, not counting Taichi or Takeru, that he remained willing to sing around. And he didn’t get to see Takeru nearly as much as he would have liked.

For now, though, he hummed a little more, and thought about lyrics, and looked forward to having that ride with Taichi.

The End

Notes: They’re going to wait a lot longer than a few days for that ride. I reread all of Broken Siren before I wrote this and it gave me some ideas that I’ll put to use at some point.

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strange-lace · 3 years

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I've been meaning to write something in response to the spider Wukong design that @winterpower98 and @ninja-knox-ur-sox-off have drawn for my Spider Monkie AU! Also features my ship with this AU of Wukong/Spider Queen/Macaque. So here you go!

But content warning for body horror and brief descriptions of blood! Also has brief spoilers for the season 2 finale.

It felt almost like the end of era to Spider Queen when she and the others ventured back down to their old home to start cleaning things out without the threat of the Lady Bone Demon looming over them all. It was one thing for her to start living on Flower Fruit Mountain with the idea in mind that it is a temporary arrangement but this made it feel all the more permanent to her. The idea of never having to live in the ruins, the constant reminders of her fallen reign, and instead live surrounded by greenery, sunlight, and fresh air…

Well, it made the scars, angry and red from where her skin met the scalding liquid of the brazier, not as difficult to look at.

It was enjoyable in a sense, going through her things for moving. Old spell books, faded robes, half finished blueprints. Having Wukong and Macaque there certainly helped, the two monkeys providing their own brand of commentary that never failed to get a chuckle or exasperated groan from her.

Though that changed once they inevitably had to start clearing out the lab.

Syntax, understandably, chose to start transporting things back to the mountain at that moment, Goliath and Huntsman making the decision to go with him. The former because he was concerned about leaving Syntax alone with how shaken he looked and the latter… well even now, Spider Queen couldn’t quite understand those two’s dynamic. They certainly weren’t as antagonistic towards each other like they used to but that didn’t leave them bickering any less than before.

Even though Spider Queen had long since adjusted to the constant gnawing of guilt, it definitely felt like a jab to the gut to see Syntax as he hurried to leave and be back above ground. Far away from the lab and the memories that came with it.

He was in such a hurry that he had not noticed the screwdriver which he had left on the ground.

A gentle prod from Macaque snapped her out of it.

“Hey, c’mon, let’s get through this old junk quick before someone else gets any ideas, okay?”

She could still hear his screams when the experiments were at their worst. How he was barely coherent afterwards, looking so small and vulnerable as she did her best to make sure he was comfortable. How the pain persisted despite the experiments being a “success” and the burning hatred in the Monkey King’s eyes as he glared her down with Macaque in his arms.

“Right, yes, of course,” she mumbled. Macaque was about to say more before all four of his eyes went wide at the sight of something behind her. Spider Queen turned as quickly as she could with her mechanical spider legs and nearly had a heart attack at the sight of Wukong picking up an unused glass tank of her venom that was twice his size.

“Wukong, for all that is heavenly, be careful with that!”

“I got it, I got it! Don’t worry, I’ve carried heavier things than this,” he said as if that actually made either of them feel any better.

To his credit, he kept his balance and grip on the tank well enough that Spider Queen and Macaque felt like they could breathe.

Until he stepped on the same screwdriver that Syntax had accidentally left behind in his rush to leave.

And try as he might, Wukong couldn’t right his balance in time.

Spider Queen swore the world had gone into slow motion in that moment.

The Monkey King landed flat on his back, eyes going wide in horror at the sight of the tank right on top of him. Before he could even move, the tank landed on his body with the glass casing shattering on impact. Without thinking, Spider Queen grabbed Macaque and leaped until they were on the ceiling, far from the reach of the spider venom as it spilled all over Wukong and the lab floor with nothing to contain it anymore.

For a brief moment, they were both silent in horror as Wukong remained motionless before jolting upwards, coughing up a storm.

“Oh gross, I think it got in my mouth!” He sputtered in outrage and Spider Queen let out a sigh of relief. He was still cognizant and not a mindless slave, that was a good sign that the venom didn’t work that way without the spider robots. Perhaps it had become less potent, simply left down here without anyone to maintain it?

That didn’t stop her from insisting that she or Syntax look him over for any possible side effects back on Flower Fruit Mountain, despite the Monkey King’s protests that he was fine. Though, eventually, he caved in.

And to her great relief, there didn’t seem to be any.

“See, what did I tell you? Everything’s fine and I’m fine. You don’t gotta worry about me, that energy is better spent somewhere else.” His eyes wandered towards Macaque as he said that. The monkey demon in question was trying and failing to hide the pain on his face as he rubbed at his back. Spider Queen conceded on that as it looked like she was going to have to brew another muscle relaxer for Macaque and just her luck, they just ran out of the last batch.

“Fine, then help me expend that energy by helping me get the herbs for Macaque’s medicine,” she grumbled, running a hand through her choppy hair. It was still strange, having her hair cut so short to what was a pixie cut, but it was… a welcome change. It also being that way MK did for her while she was recovering and extremely uncomfortable with her hair touching her burn scars helped but… no need to say it out loud.

Wukong followed her lead without any complaint, yet stopped for a second when he felt a weird twinge in his sides. The call of Spider Queen snapped him out of it and rushed to follow her. Yet in the back of Wukong’s mind, he couldn’t help but wonder if that wasn’t just a random pain in his sides.

Almost felt like…

Like something was squirming underneath his skin.

‘Eh, it’s probably nothing to worry about.’ He thought to himself, reaching behind him to scratch at a sudden itch on the back of his neck.

Days passed like normal after that, the permanent move to Flower Fruit Mountain a success, much to his monkeys' chagrin. They were just beginning to warm up to Goliath and were able to be around the others without Wukong having to stop them from pelting the spider demons in fruit. Typically by reminding them that, like it or not, they were also MK’s family and asking them if they wanted to make MK upset by throwing fruit at his mother and “uncles”. That usually did the trick.

Good thing too since Wukong was starting to notice he was feeling… off.

The twinging at his sides had only seemed to worsen in the following days, the sensation escalating from only happening once every two days to it happening three times a day. And while they didn’t become painful, each time it felt like there was more… force behind them every time they happened.

The ignored voice in the back of his head compared it to something almost trying to poke its way free.

Eventually, these “episodes” were enough to stop Wukong from whatever he was doing to try and catch his breath once his sides calmed down. He figured it was only a matter of time until one of his partners confronted him about it. This time being Macaque.

It helped that he had caught Wukong during another one of his “episodes”, this one enough to make him stumble his footsteps and make Macaque rush to catch him before the Monkey King fell ungracefully to the floor.

“Alright Wukong, what’s going on with you?”

A part of Wukong wanted to insist that it was nothing but a passing thing. But passing sensations don’t last this long.

Something was wrong.

“Remember when I dropped that vat of Queenie’s spider venom on me and she didn’t find anything wrong with me?” Horrifying realization came to Macaque’s face at that question, all four of his eyes immediately looking over Wukong for anything out of the ordinary.

“I don’t like where this is going Peaches.”

“Well… a bit ago I started feeling something odd in my sides. Like somebody was poking me. It didn’t really hurt so I thought it was no big deal and would go away on its own, y’know? It… it hasn’t gone away. In fact it’s been happening more often and getting stronger.” As he spoke, Wukong lightly rubbed at his sides, not looking directly at Macaque out of guilt.

“Peaches, I love you, but why didn’t you say something sooner?”

“I thought I could handle it on my own! And we have more important things to worry about than me, like you and Queenie, y’know the people who aren’t indestructible and-” He was cut off by a light smack behind the head from Macaque, the demon looking exasperated and frustrated more than anything else.

“You idiot, just because you’re indestructible doesn’t mean that you should have kept this from SQ and me. God, you sound like the kid. We have no idea how the venom could impact your systems compared to me and now who knows what we’ll find. C’mon, we’re having Queen look at you again, no arguments.”

Wukong couldn’t find it in himself to protest. Only hope that it was merely them all being paranoid and stressed.

Those hopes promptly went out the window when Spider Queen had him take off his shirt.

On each side of his torso underneath his arms were two pairs of lumps, each the size of his palm and seemed to almost twitch when she had cautiously prodded at them to feel for bone. He was worried for a moment that everyone was going to see the peaches he had just eaten as nausea squirmed within his stomach.

“This is not good, pretty sure these same exact kind of bumps developed too when we…” Spider Queen trailed off, eyes lingering on Macaque who didn’t need to say anything to show that he understood what she meant. “But this doesn’t make any sense, it took weeks for them to develop at this stage and yet it’s been little more than a week, barely two.” She looked extremely frazzled, trying to make sense of this. Syntax didn’t look any better himself, lime green hair a tousled mess compared to its usual put-together appearance.

“It could be a case of biology, my queen. Wukong’s biology is… incomprehensible to put it politely. With all the methods put into extending his immortality and Macaque’s own biology, it would be pointless to try and compare them and their reactions to the venom. And with how fast these limbs seem to be developing in comparison, it may have already been too late to use the antivenom the moment his skin made contact and he ingested the venom,” he rambled yet Wukong didn’t miss the look of sympathy sent his way at that final statement.

Wukong felt numbness, not sure how to process knowing it was too late for him from the get go.

The sensation of something squirming hitting him again and knowing that it was new limbs developing right under his ribs only made his nausea worse.

He barely noticed Macaque gently pulling him into a hug until his face was buried in coarse purple fur, four arms holding him while the monkey demon nuzzled his cheek.

“Hey, look on the bright side, Peaches. It’s looking like you won’t be growing any new eyes like me. Can’t get any worse than that, right?” Wukong could only give him a small, fond smile that could not even begin to communicate his exhaustion, fear, but relief that Macaque was at least trying to comfort him. For a brief moment, he felt a bit calmer and wasn’t bathed in dread about what was inevitably about to come.

That temporary peace was shattered the moment Wukong felt a stabbing sensation in his sides.

A pain which only seemed to intensify by the second.

He had to leave. Now.

“I-I’m so-sorry, I have to-” Wukong cut himself with a scream of pain as it spiked for a brief moment to a level that his mind was only white hot agony. He stumbled out of Macaque’s embrace and ran off, no clear destination in mind except that he needed to be away.

He could faintly hear Macaque and Spider Queen calling for him to come back, yet he didn’t listen.

The trees blurred as he ran past them and he stumbled into the first temple, nearly tripping on the stone steps and slamming the door behind him. In his blind, pain-filled panic he was able to pile the dusty and old furniture in front of the door to keep anybody out before the pain left him to fall to his knees. Wukong struggled to breath, his lungs feeling like they were on fire.

He couldn’t breathe. He felt like he couldn’t breathe.

Wukong could only open his mouth in a silent scream of pain, writhing on the floor in a poor attempt to alleviate his suffering. White hot pain ran down his spine as it felt like someone was pulling at it like taffy, skin stretching and organs rearranging underneath his flesh. He gasped in air once the unbearable heat seemed to recede only to let out a groan as it traveled down to his legs. Wukong swore that he could hear the bones in his legs creaking as they grew and thickened, muscles following their lead to fortify them as if ready to carry a great weight.

He sighed, feeling like he could breathe again while noticing that his clothes didn’t feel right anymore.

The brief moment of peace was shattered as Wukong was overtaken by pure agony as he felt something trying to push through his sides.

This time, he couldn’t hold in the screech that bellowed from his lungs.

Spider Queen and Macaque, desperately searching for Wukong, nearly jumped out of their skin as a roar of distress echoed through the forests of Flower Fruit Mountain. They two shared a silent look before running off in the direction of the sound’s origin, his ears leading the way as they twitched to and fro to track their idiot partner down.

“It came from here, I can hear him inside,” Macaque said yet the grim look on his face told her that that wasn’t all. The door didn’t budge when she attempted to pull it open, something heavy on the other side. Rapidly losing patience knowing that Wukong was on the other side and already in the throes of the transformation, Spider Queen felt she could be forgiven about what she needed to do next.

She stepped back before charging at the doors, her shoulder taking the brunt of force.

The fact that she caused the makeshift barricade on the other side to go flying across the temple was of no concern to her. The sight of Wukong curled up in a fetal position on the floor was.

“Peaches!” “Peachykins!”

They were both at his side in an instant, Macaque gently taking the Monkey King off the floor. Immediately he could feel something had changed. Wukong was taller, heavier in his arms.

Gods if that didn’t bring back memories he’d much rather bury.

“You shouldn’t… you two shouldn’t be here,” Wukong wheezed, voice raspy for obvious reasons.

“Quiet you, if you think for a second that we were going to let you deal with this alone, then it seems that venom messed with your brain too. I wasn’t alone for this, so neither should you.” Spider Queen nodded in agreement, running his fingers through his fur in her best attempt to offer him comfort.

Wukong whimpered as the heat and pressure against his sides seemed to grow and grow. Faintly in the back of his head, he could feel that wasn’t the only thing changing. Peach fur darkened as it grew thicker and longer into what was practically a mane. His claws became longer and sharper. For a moment, his entire world was bathed in green instead of gold before his vision returned to normal.

He should feel horrified, to feel himself changing, shifting without any sort of control or way to stop it in front of his partners to add salt to the wound. Feel helpless, powerless, weak.

Yet all that remained on the forefront of his mind was the pain.

“You’re doing amazing Wukong, I promise it’ll be over soon.”

“You just need to hold on a bit longer.”

Just when the pressure and heat had become borderline unbearable and Wukong was on the cusp of passing out, he could just barely hear the sound of ripping past the pounding in his ears.

Cloth ripping as well as something else. Something wet.

Macaque and Spider Queen were knocked back by the force of something punching its way out of the Monkey King's sides, their backs meeting the opposing sides of the room.

Wukong could feel blood dripping down his sides and his entire being ached, not too different from when he had been freed from under the mountain after 500 years. And yet all he could feel was sweet relief, body already working over time to heal his wounds and stop the bleeding. Letting himself a moment to breathe, he cautiously pulled himself up into a sitting position.

Or at least tried, as he fumbled back to the floor the moment he saw just how much his body changed.

Evidently even his “biology” felt the need to one up Macaque as Wukong tested his four new arms. He couldn’t help but mourn the fate of his clothes as it was obvious they were a lost cause, his shirt nothing but scraps of cloth barely able to contain his broader chest and orange stained with red. His pants, while not torn, were now much too short to cover his legs entirely. He could feel that his phoenix feather headdress had managed to get tangled up the much thicker fur which trailed from his head.

Cautiously, he began to move his new appendages. His limbs were clumsy but he slowly began to get the hang of it, belatedly noticing that the fur of his new arms got progressively paler. The second pair more closer resembled his old fur color while the third pair was pure white, all the colors converging around his sides. Or at least it looked like that, since the fur of his sides was sticky and caked with dried blood which stained it a dark red.

Groans of pain pulled him back to focus to see Spider Queen and Macaque pulling themselves off the floor, nursing bumps on the back of their heads from colliding with the walls.

“You… two alright?” His voice was still scratchy and now he had exhaustion weighing on his eyelids.

“Bit of a bump but we’ll live. Shouldn't have been so close honestly. What about you Peachykins?” Spider Queen asked, offering her hand to help him up while trying not to stare at the dried blood crusting his fur. Without hesitation, Wukong took her hand and let himself be lifted back on to his feet. He winced, muscles aching both old and new ones and started to try stretching out the new kinks in his spine.

Spider Queen meanwhile blushed at the fact that she had to crane her neck to meet his eyes now, doing her best to not stare at his muscled and bare chest. Macaque was no better as his eyes looked over Wukong's form, though he had the benefit of fur to hide his flushed cheeks. Their eyes met and they both came to a similar conclusion.

They were doomed.

"Feels weird and I ache all over but…" Wukong gave them both a slow grin once he noticed that he had to look down to see them both, "I think I could get used to this. Got a feeling you guys don't have a problem with it either, am I right?"

Oh they were so doomed.

#lego monkie kid #monkie kid #lego monkie kid spoilers #spider monkie au #three bastardeers shipping #sun wukong #spider queen #macaque #my writing #fanfiction

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