chae-seung  asked:

Seungcheol + 53 ❇

Ty for requesting, hope you like it! I wasn’t 100% satisfied with the ending but I’m happy I finally finished it XD @dimplecoups here you go, a week late lmao

53. Soulmate!AU

You didn’t know quite where you were, or how you’d gotten there. Stood before two large ebony doors, you faltered, looking down at the purple satin that wrapped tight around your torso and panned out at your waist. Your eyes scanned the silver jewels on your wrists and neck and you frowned, looking around to see the large hall behind you completely empty. With a light sigh you found yourself extending an arm to the door before you could stop it, wrapping your fingers around the polished handle but hesitating yet again. You raised an eyebrow at the faint sound of an EDM beat behind the doors and pulled the one in front of you open before you could change your mind. You reeled slightly at how loud the music actually was yet your lips curled into a smile as you stepped into the room, heels clacking on the laminate beneath you as you made your way through the crowds of people who were all dressed up in an attire as formal as yours and standing with their backs turned. They moved in unison to the music, which was slightly eerie, but you weren’t focused on them as you headed to the back of the room. You had to find him.

This was the third night you’d been here, yet you still didn’t know why. Sometimes you controlled your actions and other times you didn’t, sometimes you’d see people you recognised but other times you didn’t. But every night, without fail, you’d seen him. And you wanted to know just who he was.

It didn’t take you long to find him, laughing with an unfamiliar pink haired boy whose face was obscured by a large white and red volto mask. You moved closer and he whirled around at the sound of your shoes. Lips suddenly pulling back to reveal pearly white teeth he smiled widely at you, leaving his friend to dance with the faceless mass on the outer edges of the room. He made his way towards you, ruffling his bleached hair as he did with his smile still present.

“We meet again,” he spoke quietly, reaching for your hand which you happily gave him. As with every other night he acted like a gentleman, movements careful as he brought your hand to his lips and pressed them to your knuckles ever so lightly. Your eyes were drinking him in as they always did; despite him wearing the same figure defining suit every time you couldn’t help but feel oddly starstruck. His appearance was clean, toned biceps and thighs filling out the black clothing in the best way. You brought your gaze up to his own after a short while to find him wearing a mask similar to the one his friend had been wearing, only white and gold. The first night you’d only seen him from the back and the second he constantly hid his face with his hands no matter how much you begged him to show you his face, oddly enough, and so it was getting frustrating how you couldn’t even form a picture of his face in your mind. Though the mask he currently donned was ever so slightly more revealing, at least. It covered most of his face but you couldn’t miss the kind yet mischievous glint in his dark brown eyes, which scanned your form as yours did his. You frowned a little in wonder and brought your hand slowly to your face, finding yourself to be wearing a mask too. When you brought your hand down again you had specks of silver glitter over your fingertips, making you gasp slightly. “You seem confused.” he spoke again, voice louder as the song changed and the music grew louder. His voice was deep and smooth, rather calming and very nice to listen to. You nodded and reached for the mask covering your face again as to remove it but he gently hit your hand away, shaking his head at you. “Where’s the fun in that?” he hummed, moving closer to your ear before pulling away and winking at you.

You woke with a start, immediately sitting upright at a loud thud coming from the room opposite yours. Looking down, you found yourself in your pyjamas - no sign of loud music or people or… him. You still hadn’t managed to get his name. You let out a loud groan and got out of bed, headed for your roommate’s bedroom to see just why he’d woken you up. You pushed the door open carefully,  peeking around the door to find Jeonghan somehow still peacefully sleeping despite lying sprawled in a pile of blankets in a rather uncomfortable looking position on the floor. You rolled your eyes and caught a glimpse of his clock - and that’s when you realised you had a class in around ten minutes.

“Jeonghan!” you yelled, shaking him by the shoulder until he awoke just as startled as you had. He blinked up at you and furrowed his brow in confusion, looking around him.

“Why am I on the floor?” he mumbled groggily, yawning and rubbing his eyes. You grabbed his arm and pulled him up to stand, making him yelp slightly in surprise.

“I think you fell out of bed. But never mind that, we have to be in Mr Kim’s lecture in, like, ten minutes!” you pointed out the clock and he chuckled slightly, shrugging and grabbing a pair of jeans from his floor.

“Stop stressing, we’re right near the hall. We’ll get there in time.”

Jeonghan was right, both of you making it just before it started. You both headed for the row at the back and sat beside each other, Jeonghan wriggling his eyebrows somewhat smugly as he pulled his notebook from his bag. Time seemed to slow as your professor droned on, and you found your mind drifting to the dream you’d had the previous night. Why couldn’t you see the man’s face in any of your dreams? You’d only spoken a little but you felt inexplicably drawn to him and his enigmatic aura, possible ways he could look running through your head as Jeonghan scribbled a few notes down in his book. He was one of the smartest in the class, though, and probably didn’t need them. From the looks of things, he was just trying to stay awake.

He noticed your far off expression and raised an eyebrow, turning to a page at the back of his notebook and writing quickly:

–Is something wrong?

You stole a quick glance at him as he slid the book towards you and you shrugged, taking the lid off of your own pen and responding:

–I had that dream again, only this time my soulmate wore a mask covering most of his face.

Jeonghan gave you a knowing look and a sympathetic pout before taking the book back. You were both people with a special trait not many had and not many believed in. You had soulmates, yes. But everyone did. Your soulmate appeared in your dreams until you found them, but it was hard for you when all you knew was the colour of his hair and his body type. Jeonghan had found his two years ago but he currently studied abroad, meaning he wasn’t around. Even so, he and Jeonghan were happy - and you felt like you were the only one who hadn’t found your soulmate.

–You’ll find him eventually. Didn’t you say you imagined him at a party?

–Yeah, I think so

–I mean. This may sound weird but my friend’s holding a party tonight and he wouldn’t tell me the reason why. Wanna come along?

You looked at Jeonghan, befuddled, and he sighed before going back to the page.

–He likes to throw parties anyway, but usually they have a reason or occasion. You know, exams ending, birthdays, Christmas, whatever. This time he “just felt it”. I don’t know if you’ll find someone there but it can’t hurt to try?

You both jumped as you were called out for not paying attention and Jeonghan snatched his notebook back, looking at you expectantly. You shrugged and shot him a thumbs up, mouthing the word “okay” to him before going back to fantasising about your anonymous soulmate.

After a day of not paying attention in lectures and anticipating the upcoming evening, you returned to your dorm at around six, Jeonghan already in and ironing a white shirt over the kitchen island rather precariously. He looked up once you entered, setting the iron down and turning it off before grinning in your direction.

“So I told my friend Seungcheol you’d be coming,” he began, turning away from you and heading for his bedroom. You followed curiously and slowly, unsure as to whether you were meant to go into the bedroom or wait outside. He returned before you could decide, holding a rather large white garment bag and a smaller, round black bag in his hands. He outstretched them to you and smirked, waiting for you to open one of them at least. You hesitantly reached for the small silver zip of the white one, pulling it carefully and gasping when you saw the royal purple dress revealing itself the further down you went. The sweetheart neckline, the billowing tulle skirt, the small jewel details - it was exactly as it appeared in the dream. “And I described you to him.” Jeonghan continued what he had previously been saying, making you realise your jaw had dropped as you looked up at your roommate. “And so he asked me to give you these. I’m not sure why but he seemed to think you would like them. I don’t even know where they came from.” You let out a shaky sigh just as he let out a hearty laugh, looking at the dress again in awe before going to open the black bag next. Jeonghan looked at it somewhat inquisitively, though from his previous smirk you guessed he’d already looked inside. Besides, he knew all of your dreams in vivid detail anyway. You gasped again, louder at the sparkling silver that met your eyes, reaching in and feeling the cold porcelain against the back of your hand. The thick ribbon tickled your little finger and you blinked quickly, heart rate increasing. They were the exact same. Now you were certain; you’d find your soulmate at this party. You couldn’t dwell on it much further, though, as Jeonghan waved his large hand in front of your face with a small chuckle. “Hurry up and get dressed, then. We don’t have long.”

You had later discovered that in the bottom of the black bag, which was larger than you had realised, were a few expensive items of jewelry - glimmering silver of course - and some pumps that one again matched the ones you had envisioned the past few nights. You set about doing your hair, eyes locking with your reflections as you sighed lightly. Needless to say, you felt somewhat nervous. Would you meet the mystery man there? It couldn’t have been mere coincidence; you looked precisely as you did in your dreams, the picture of you unchanging all three nights. You gave yourself a reassuring smile as you finished your mascara, grabbing your purse and joining Jeonghan where he waited for you at the door. He handed you the mask which you had set on the table, winking at you before slipping his own on. “How weird of him, throwing a masquerade ball,” he mumbled as he did, adjusting it on his face and looking over at you.

“I thought you said he always throws parties.” you stated, placing your hand upon the arm he offered to you. “You’re always out with him.”

“Yes,” Jeonghan nodded, leading you out and shutting the door behind him. He was all dressed up in a tuxedo and suit, making you frown a little. He usually just wore jeans and a tee. “I said he likes to throw parties. But a masquerade? At his parent’s mansion? Unheard of. This seems way too sophisticated.” Jeonghan was frowning too now, cocking his head to the side and striding by you as you headed for his car outside. “I want to know what’s happening. Or rather if my suspicions are correct.” Once again you looked at your dress as you got into the passenger side seat and buckled up, folding your hands in your lap afterwards.

“I want to know too. This is all a little scary, somehow.”

“Why? Because you might meet your soulmate there?” You nodded in response, fiddling with your hands. He laughed gently under his breath, stealing one quick glance at you as he drove away from campus. “It’s meant to be exciting. I mean, I met Jisoo during study hall. Yet you get a fucking ball?” he laughed again, louder, and patted your arm encouragingly. “You should be happy,”

“I guess so,” you hummed, lolling your head against the headrest as Jeonghan sped up and casting your gaze upon the stars beginning to twinkle in the darkening sky. You now kind of hoped you would find your soulmate. You had a feeling it’d be… wonderful.

You arrived at your destination within minutes and you felt your jaw slacken and eyes widen as you exited the car and looked up at the building. It was huge. A very old-fashioned mansion, it was completely white, a marble fountain outside calming you with it’s sound and fairy lights strung on just about everything surrounding the place made you feel like you were in a fairytale. Like you were dreaming yet again.

Jeonghan noticed how you froze and tugged lightly on your upper arm, leading you to the front door and pushing it open without any hesitation. He pulled you after him as you seemed too busy examining your surroundings. You stumbled slightly in your heels as you tried to keep up but you were still amazed - you were a hall just as empty as you remembered. The white wallpaper and red carpet were all too familiar to you, and even the paintings on the wall were correct to every detail. Soon you found yourself in front of a set of dark oak doors, Jeonghan’s hand resting on the cool metal of the handle as he sent you a small smile. “Look familiar at all?” You nodded, a strange mix of excitement and fear washing over you in waves that rendered you slightly aquiver. He raised his eyebrows and opened the door, pushing you inside and following after you. You stood planted on the spot, Jeonghan leaving you to talk to a significantly smaller brown haired boy as you looked over the room. Dark, with strobe lights painting the walls and floor in every colour of the rainbow. Many people stood at the edges of the room, dancing to the music, drinking and chatting - and almost no-one with their back to you. You nodded resolutely to yourself and started towards the back of the room. You had to find him.

You pushed your way through the crowd, rounding a corner and heading towards the very back near the drinks table. Your eyes flickered over all of the room they could see (which, admittedly, wasn’t much due to the heavy mask secured to your face), and upon seeing a head of bleached blonde hair you stopped, once again fiddling with your fingers as you thought about whether you wanted to proceed. Of course you wanted to meet your soulmate, and of course you knew he was the one, but something made you feel worried. You looked over again and took in his chiselled looking face behind the mask that perfectly framed it. His body perfectly filled his dark suit and his appearance was. Clean. He was definitely the one. As you scanned his being you caught your reflection in a mirror on the nearby wall. You looked brilliant. And you couldn’t stay curious anymore. With yet another gentle sigh, you made your way towards him and tapped on his broad shoulder, making him slowly turn away from a conversation he was having with a rather tall and tanned guy. He inhaled sharply upon seeing you and, from what you could tell from the shift in his eyes, smiled.

“You came,” he murmured, however you couldn’t hear him over the loud music pounding in the background. Your brow furrowed and he paused momentarily before gesturing with his finger for you to follow him and made his way towards another set of double doors, smaller and ivory, near the opposite wall. He walked in long strides and so you struggled to keep up in your tall heels but you managed, waiting for him to open the door and allow you out. You walked through and found yourself stood in the cool night, another smaller fountain and some softer pink fairy lights creating a calmer atmosphere as you waited for the blonde man to follow you out. He placed a hand on your shoulder, making you turn around in surprise. It was considerably quieter out here as the only other people were two guys sat lip-locked on a bench at the further end, one of whom you recognized from earlier when you’d arrived. You paid them no mind, however, a fond glint in your guys eyes making your knees feeling somehow weak. “I said,” he began, bringing you out of your trance. “You came,”

“Of course I did,” you breathed, reaching for the ribbon of your mask. “May I?” he nodded after a small hesitation, his breath clearly hitching when you removed the large mask and breathed in relief. You brushed your hair from your face and looked up hopefully, suddenly shy. He didn’t move for a moment before wordlessly reaching for his own mask, discarding it to the edge of the fountain and gently taking yours from your hands as to do the same. He came closer, eyes never leaving your face.

“Beautiful… just as I had imagined.” he whispered, and whilst you’d have liked to thank him and return the awe you found yourself speechless. His eyes were large and kind and his face as a whole was defined, plump lips puckering slightly in astonishment. “When I started having those dreams,” he began to explain, bringing you back to focus on his words as he placed his hands lightly on your arms. “I knew you’d be stunning. I realised I had to meet you, and I realised only I could make that meeting happen.”

“I mean, you could have just come and said hello. You are Jeonghan’s best friend.” you chuckled, feeling a lot more at ease now you knew just who your soulmate was. Handsome, mild, and seemingly very kind. ‘You really hit the jackpot’, you thought.

“But, my dear,” he moved one hand up to cup at your cheek, warm and soft against your skin, and looked you in the eye. A thousand emotions jumbled together you couldn’t quite tell just what he was feeling, yet you saw the enamoured hint to them and realised it wasn’t just your heart beating furiously hard. He bit his lip and you felt your face heat up immediately, his lips forming a smirk as he opened his mouth to speak again. “Where’s the fun in that?”

I can never find any appropriate gifs so have Seungcheol being a little shit instead ;)


@natszang I’m doing the mothering fic. Bc its been a long day.

Warren grabbed 10K’s collar and pulled him towards her in one smooth motion. Hr let out a small noise of unhappiness and then settled down on the log she’d drug him towards.

“Warren,” he said calmly, though he looked rather peeved.

“10K,” she replied in an equal tone.

They had a small stare off before Warren finally got behind him and pulled his collar down. Of course, just enough so that she could see the bite mark. He seemed to sulk whole time that she observed his neck.

It looked okay for the most part, scabbing over still. Whatever was in Murphy’s saliva really was absolutely horrible at times. It had taken this long for it to just scab over.

“It looks okay. You Feelin’ okay now that you’re away from Murphy?”

“Yeah. Just tired. Sometimes I feel a pull. In my mind.”

“You sleeping yet?” she asked, knowing that her boy had been really struggling lately. It seemed like he couldn’t settle anymore. Every time he did, he’d be awoken by something or other.

The silence was enough of an answer. Addy suddenly appeared, a pink bottle in her hand. They could just barely see the first few letters: Bena-

“Have I got the answer for you!” Addy proclaimed. She jingled the bottle with a bright smile and they heard an abundance of pills rattle around.

“Benadryl. Should knock your butt out for hours, man,” Doc broke in. Dr. Sun nodded in agreement and 10K found himself staring at the woman who had, just 17 hours before, started the process to make a serum with the antibodies in his blood. And she was making incredible headway.

“Never had it,” he mumbled. But when Addy offered him two pills, he grabbed them and dry swallowed them.

The pills took effect almost immediately after 10K had eaten. His eyes began to dropping just before he’d finished his last bite and 10K honestly thought the exhaustion would kill him before Murphy’s bite would.

“Sleep, 10K,” Warren soothed. His eyes fluttered and then he settled down on the makeshift bed.

Warren helped him settle and he felt his hear being settled on a soft surface.

10K was out in seconds and Warren ran her fingers through his hair. Addy, Doc, and Sun sat around them. While Dr. Sun tapped around on her tablet, the others simply relaxed and enjoyed each other.

The only way to describe the scene was a family watching over their youngest member, standing watch and protecting him from evil.

anonymous asked:

What would Tsubaki, Kuro, Lawless, Light and Mahiru do if their s/o suddenly sits down on their laps, wraps their arms around his neck and hug him. They refuse to look at him and whispers close to their ear how much they love him. I'm into some fluff and omg I'm sad Servamp ended 。゚(゚´Д`゚)゚。

yeah, but look at the bright side, now we can freely watch the second season of bungou stray dogs and have our hearts torn into pieces (•̀ᴗ•́)و ̑̑
not to mention, now we’ll finally see the guild and Fitzgerald (i’m a sucker for Fitzgerald, lmao. he’s a horrible person, but i love him nevertheless!). and, dammmmn it, i want to see fyodor animated so badly, even though it’s not possible. studying Russian, that would be great! and i need more fyodor in my life!
yeah, that’s fine, but next time please just ask for a maximum of three characters, because otherwise it’ll take me a loooot o time :“”)
/i actually wrote this while waiting for my turn at the dentist’s/

☞ he’s going to appreciate the gesture and will chuckle (in a sexy way) and pull you even closer.
☞ he’s going to softly kiss the top of your head while he also murmurs something sweet against your hair, gently rubbing your back.
☞ he’s not going to get flustered or anything. Tsubaki is already accustomed to your random displays of affection and doesn’t mind when you sit into his lap because he loves to smell your perfume and your soft hair.

☞ he would get like, really flustered and get as stiff as a wooden board.
☞ he would mutter something impossible to understand, even better if it’s in German and really quick. and yes, you are going to laugh a lot.
☞ bonus for you if you manage to say it in German (with your obviously cute accent, of course), because he’ll immediately understand. ‘ich liebe dich’ or 'ich bin in dich verknallt’.

☞ he’s going to burst out laughing or even recite some quotes from 'a midsummer night dream’ for you, to make you laugh too.
☞ he’ll then seductively put his hands on your hips and pull you closer, raking his fingers though your hair.
☞ he’s going to kiss you fiercely, till you are breathless, and then scoop you up into his arms and then tenderly cuddle you!

☞ he would probably try to look up what that gesture means. oh, no, wait, he’s awfully lazy, so he won’t even bother, but will still feel a little baffled by this weird human custom.
☞ he would probably say something like 'saying it is a pain, but i love you too, [name]’. he really doesn’t know how to safely convey his feelings for you.
☞ he’s going to rest his chin on the top of your head and listen to your steady breath with a small, barely-visible smile on his lips.

☞ he’s going to nervously chuckle to dissimulate his embarrassment (poor Mahiru) and then try to come up with something funny, because he’s out of ideas.
☞ he’s going to play it safe at the beginning, wrapping his arms around you and saying 'i love you’ a lot of times. just in case, you know.
☞ then he would kiss your ear and make you laugh again, because he loves hearing your happy voice.

Day Five: Illusion

Some errors here and there, but PART TWOOO X3

Ahiru led Fakir to a forest just outside the castle. She allowed her form to shift into a simple fiery dress that covered her arms. Fakir wondered why a creature of flame could be cold, but then he remembered how the water affected her. You should apologize.

“Uh. I guess I have something to say.” He scratched the back of his neck, suddenly hot. Ahiru looked over at him with her pale blue eyes as open as the sky above. He faltered in his speech. The words came out more as a squeak at first. He cleared his throat. “I wanted to say that I’m sorry, really. I didn’t understand what I was doing at the time. I was terrible to you. And I can’t even start to forgive myself.” He stopped walking and knelt down in front of her, his head hung in shame. “I hurt you. And as a noble man, I hope you find it in your heart, the place to forgive my actions.”

Ahiru was stunned. Here was her captor, a nobleman from a far off kingdom, kneeling at her feet like a servant begging for her forgiveness. It was silly enough that in a different situation, she would laugh it off. She didn’t feel like laughing. Fakir was truly sorry. His voice shook when he admitted that he hurt her.
Ahiru couldn’t argue with that. She had encountered mishaps with water before, but being wholly thrown into a freezing lake had shocked her. Her entire body was in icy pain; she couldn’t breathe. It was the worst experience she had ever had. He gripped her firmly like and animal, threatened her. After she had flown away, she asked herself why she had given him a chance.

He had spared her life, and she was indebted to him. She tried to make her deal honorable. She tried her best in case he lashed out again.

However, she felt like the situation was flipped. Fakir has tortured her, yes, but he was deeply regretting that. Ahiru could understand. He had protected her in ways he never knew.

She reached knelt next to him and took his hands in hers. He looked up, his eyes wide. Ahiru smiled sincerely.

“You proved that you regret what you have done. And I understand. We all are scared of what we don’t know.” Fakir’s eyes dulled when he heard that. “But that’s what makes us flaws. And no creature is without its flaws.” She rose and Fakir scrambled to stand with her.

“Thank you.” Fakir bowed, placing his forehead over her hand.

“Thank you, for being considerate.” They continued walking. After some time in silence, Fakir came upon a revelation. He regretted his conscience right away.

He liked her. He admired her compassion towards him and the people in the garden. Her positive way of handling the world around her. She never fought back violently unless it was necessary. She was beautiful in a way most people would ignore. He was highly energetic at times, but she could be mature when the time called for it.

She had a secret that she wasn’t saying yet. It was large, she avoided any mention very well. Only Fakir could have noticed her affinity for a human form and the way she never said the words person or human.

“We’re close. You have the pendant right?” she said the last sentence a bit softer. Fakir noted that. He nodded and pushed the chain into the light. Ahiru nodded and ducked under a tree branch to reveal a small glade. The trees created a perfect ring around the emerald grass. Tiny flowers poked their petals out in vain, smothered by the tall grass. Fakir saw that the clump of flowers by his feet was a light gray.

“This is the place.” Fakir sighed, searching for any indication of a hidden spot.

“Alright.” She said and picked up a rusty looking key from her dress pocket. She walked over to the middle of the clearing and cleared away some loose dirt, revealing a casket in the ground no bigger than Fakir’s forearm. Fakir held his breath as she gingerly opened it. Inside was a black egg. It seemed to absorb all the light within its vicinity as the casket was darker than anything he’d witnessed, not even inside the castle.

“We have to destroy it,” Ahiru growled, her hatred for Drosselmeyer evident in her voice and in her expression. Her eyebrows were lowered and her eyes were hellfire. Fakir did not want to be on her bad side.

He immediately took his sword and pierced the egg, shattering it into a million pieces.

“Now he will be easy to defeat,” Fakir said proudly. Ahiru sighed heavily.

“You can trust me, right?” she asked. With my life.

“Of course.” He replied.  Ahiru sniffed. What was wrong?
“Then stay away.” Before he could process what she said, a ring of flames surrounded him, building a wall between them.

“Ahiru!” he yelled. He stood tall, trying to see what was happening. She couldn’t have trapped her without a reason. Hopefully, it was a sinister force against them and not Ahiru herself.

Then he felt, the cold enter the clearing. Heat from the fire kept his skin from being frosted over.
He caught a glimpse of Ahiru switching to her ballerina form and standing in a defensive position. Standing across from her was Drosselmeyer.

“So you’ve finally come back. Tell me, how did you escape your prison?” Fakir started. Prison? Fakir felt his spine freeze as Drosselmeyer looked at him and laughed. “Ha! Foolish humans. She was the star of my menagerie. I let her perform with my trust and she burned it. And here we are.”

Fakir watched as Ahiru sent out a tongue of flame, arching just to the right of Drosselmeyer. The wizard made no noise and drank from a cup of tea that appeared in his hand.

“This is the finale, Drosselmeyer. Are you prepared to face me?” She proclaimed, her face full of anger and strength. Fakir was worried. A finale? From the appearance of what laid before him, he was sure that this was the final battle.
The death.

“I am.” Ahiru sighed and let wings of fire sprout from her shoulders.

“Then let it begin.”

Two forces of energy, one fiery and the other icy, collided, electrifying the air with power. The two sides fought a mighty battle, ice and flames thrown every which direction. Fakir knew it was dangerous, but needed to help. He wasn’t trained to fight only to stand aside and watch. 

Analyzing his surroundings, he acted on the theory that Ahiru would never plan to hurt him. He unsheathed his sword and stuck in into the flames. As if pulling aside the curtain, the flames parted. He cautiously touched the iron of the sword. It was icy cool. With this newfound information, he raced out of his protective ring and into the heat of the battle.

Drosselmeyer’s back was facing him. Fakir threw a nearby stone at him. It hit off his back harmlessly without any sign that he had felt it.

Ahiru was beginning to wear. She kept throwing her hottest flames at him, melting ice walls and projectiles. She clearly had the upper hand with his fight. However, her body was getting weak while the wizard didn’t break a sweat. She prayed for a miracle and out of the corner of her eye she saw Fakir, sword drawn and ready.

How she loved him. He was so observant, using his brain instead of his words to get himself out of trouble. He figured her out. Ahiru could never hurt him, she was hoping that he would never find out. She should have known that he was too smart for that.

On trois.


Fakir aimed his sword.


Ahiru prepared for what came next, summoning all her power into this attack and saving some for when she was weak. She would need it.


They charged together in harmony, Ahiru screeching like the cry of a mighty bird and Fakir yelling at the top of his lungs. They caught the wizard unprepared and surprised. The moment he realized that the human prince was behind him it was too late. So Drosselmeyer uttered on last spell before he died.

His body exploded into dust, falling from the sky like snow. All the frigidness in the air melted away. Ahiru retraced the stray flames. Fakir panted, looking around in awe.

He was truly gone.

“We did it.” He said, smiling from ear to ear. Ahiru smiled back, her smile drooping from exhaustion. He ran over and hugged her tightly, secretly never wanting to let go. She was shorter than him, so he was picking her up as he held her. Ahiru couldn’t have thought of a better moment.

“Yeah. I couldn’t have done it without you.” She buried her face in his neck, her eyes growing teary. Ahiru regained composure and they pulled apart. “Thank you for everything.”

Fakir opened his eyes to see the people from the garden appearing in the clearing. They saw the shattered black egg in the grass and the dust in a pile on the ground and started cheering. This was really the end.

She broke their embrace for a moment, taking in all of him. Then she leaned in and fit her lips to his. Tears rolled down her cheeks softly. They were golden and filled with sadness.

Fakir melted at her touch. His eyes fluttered shut. He placed one hand on her face while the other held her to him. He relished the fingers tousling his hair. Fakir had heard of the post-kiss of victory, but this felt so bittersweet. When he felt her tears against his fingers, he pulled away and set her down in the grass.

Ahiru couldn’t stop sobbing. Fakir kept asking her what was wrong and what had happened.

“Know this. Don’t be afraid. I love you.” Now Fakir felt his own tears coming.

“What do you mean?” He begged, holding her arms. She laughed in her tears and kissed his forehead.

Then an icy arrow pierced her heart.

Fakir’s face shattered.

“AHIRU!” he screamed, grabbing her face, her waist, trying to pull her back with his strength alone. Ahiru was already smiling. She knew this entire time that Drosselmeyer would have cursed her. She placed a hand on his heart, and Fakir held it there was he watch the life drain out of her eyes.

The last words on her lips: love.

Her body started to disintegrate as a Firebird does when it dies. He watched her remains float into a pile. He cried. Fakir had rarely cried in his life, even in his childhood. He sobbed, rolling the ashes between her fingers. His hand over his heart where she had once left her warm hand. The pendant.

He took the pendant off and observed it in his hands. IT was beautiful, the red gem in the middle flashing like her flames. She told him to use this to summon her. Nothing could bring her now.

Just as he was about to cry once again, the ashes felt hotter. He sprang up, letting the pendant fall. The ashes grew into red specks which soon caught fire. The pendant rose with the flares and transformed back into a feather. Fakir watched in awe as an inferno kicked up, wild and lively. The wings of the Firebird stretched out to the sky before retreating. One final, musical cry went out before the flames disappeared.

The illusion of the creature faded into a stunning young girl draped in the finest red gown in the world, her arms open to welcome her lover back. A trapped soul in the warmth of her heart released onto precious freedom. Fakir couldn’t remember a time when he was happier than when he was kissing the love of his life returned to her true form. There will never be a happier time after this.

A happy ending to their stories.

Dedicated To The Moments Before You Kiss Me

Your voice is so fucking electric and my body is ringing with it. You could read me the dictionary and I could light up a city.

We’re vibrating so fast that no one notices we’re moving but us. There’s synchronicity in how badly we want to touch.

I look at the back of your neck and suddenly the world stops moving. Glimpses of any part of your skin makes time stop.

We’re two magnets and I’m always pulling in closer to you. All you could do is touch my elbow on the way to the bar but it’s enough to keep me stuck on the thought of you for the rest of the night.

I’m flustered from just hugging you.

You’re a lit match and I am drenched in gasoline.

There’s an alternate version of me that doesn’t write poems in the dark. Who can laugh and draws people in like a moth to a candle. Can be like that naturally without feeling fake. You can only ever meet her when I’m around you.

anonymous asked:

Luke living for the fact that you can't take compliments without getting blushy and giggly and shy so whenever he did compliment you, you'd sorta scratch the back of your neck with your blushing cheeks and look down at the floor muttering a shy 'thank you' as he lifts your chin with his finger, looking down at you whispering "fucking adorable" pressing a quick kiss to your temple

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“—still trying to wrap my mind around it. Give me a minute.” One large gulp of the gin and she continues the struggle to refresh her mind that glitches. He almost made her laugh, though he was speaking to her in earnest? She gave him one more contemplating stare. “So let me get this straight. You’re telling me that fucking in front of a camera for the whole world to see if a better alternative than doing it in private? Or am I hearing things? Maybe I should get my ears checked or somethin’. You’re joking, right? ‘Cause I really want to laugh right now, but I don’t think that you are?” She craned her neck, tilting toward the male as eyes look to him with nothing but a questionable look of humour.