When his soul mark appeared, the feeling was indescribable pain. Like a searing burn carved into the deepest layers of his flesh.
The colour a light, foggy morning, waves in the pond kind of blue. In a skipt so unknown to him as the word it said.
But at this point he was already blind. To the world. To his mark. But also just in his eyes. Hurt as they were. Unable to ever catch the reflection of light, and the images it created ever again.
a/n: i've been busy lately and i wrote this short drabble just to unwind for a bit. enjoy!
warnings: none really, just an implied fight but nothing too serious.
"They say that the moles on your body were the places where your lover from your past life kissed the most," you tell your lover as you gaze into the setting sun, your head rested on his shoulder while his rests on top of yours.
"Is that so?" Hyunjin asks with a hum, an eyebrow slightly raised as he continues to sketch the scenary in front of him on his notebook. The field was peaceful and the sun feels warm against your skin despite the cool afternoon breeze, sheep grazing not too far from you.
"Mmhmm." One of them bleets from a distance, and the sound of Hyunjin's pencil shading the paper momentarily stops onky to ask you, "Do you reckon I'd get a mole on my cheek when I'm reborn then?"
The breeze rattles the leaves of the tree your backs are currently resting against, causing a few leaves to fall, some into your lap, and some on the blanket beneath you. This time, you're the one playfully who's humming, lifting your head from his shoulder just so you can grab his face with both of your hands, turning it a bit from side to side as if you're inspecting it like a prop causing him to giggle before blindly setting his notebook and pencil aside to place his hands on top of yours.
"I'd be surprised if you didn't, Mr. Hwang," you say before kissing him on the cheek, the spot where he just referred too. When you sit back just to admire his face more, he whines, a small pout forming on his lips while he presents the same cheek again, "Give me another kiss!" He all but childishly demands. "I want to make sure a mole does appear right there in my next life," he points to where you just kissed him, the faint imprint of your lipstick against his skin making it easier for you to kiss that spot over and over again.
"You just want more kisses, darling." You tease, but he all just shakes his head, a smile spreading across his handsome face. "That and I want to be reminded just how loved I was in this life." He places a tender kiss on your wrist, right at your pulse point.
"I want to be reminded that I was loved so much by you."
"I never knew you had a mole on your cheek."
All scruffed up from a fight, you gently wipe his face with a clean cloth, putting extra attention on the cut on his lip and another one on his right brow. "Maybe you just didn't pay enough attention," he replies gruffly, wincing when you dab the damp cloth on his wound. You muttered a soft 'sorry', giving him an apologetic look before continuing cleaning the area, but a bit more gentle this time around.
"I did pay close attention, thank you very much." You retorted, throwing the soiled cloth aside before putting your hands on your hip. "And mind you, I wasn't the one who picked on a fight tonight."
"He started it!" He said defensively, abruptly standing up from the edge of the bed with his hands in his hair, still obviously frustrated from your ruined date night.
He's still wearing the suit he had picked out, albeit without his coat and the bowtie that he was once sporting now hangs loosely around his neck. The white dress shirt he neatly pressed earlier this evening was now wrinkled and dirtied with a few drops of his blood and the man he just fought off.
"Even so, we should have just walked away---"
"Walked away?! After he just whistled at you?!" He grabs you by the shoulders and cranes himself down just so he could look at you, eye to eye. He was serious, but even so, he took a deep breath before speaking to you again with the softest voice. "Did you really just expect me to just let him disrespect my lady just like that?"
My lady.
"Hyunjin, he was drunk," you tell him, cupping his face just to gently rub your thumb over his skin, over the mole you just recently discovered, a tiny speck near his eye. "That was still no excuse for him to treat you like that, my little dove."
His hand cups over yours just to bring your palm against his lips, placing a kiss right there before moving to your wrist to do the same thing, kissing you just right on top of the mole right at your pulse point.
"I'll always protect you no matter what. Even in our next lives. That's a promise."
Just sitting in a park, enjoying the sunshine. Maybe you're sketching something or reading a book. You don't even notice him walking up on the field. He saw you sitting there alone, and the sun was shining just perfectly on you. The way you were sitting on the grass with your little trinkets just enjoying some alone time. It was a perfect composition.
Imagine later in the day, after returning home, body still pleasantly warm from the sunshine and feeling light, perfectly content and happy. Deciding to check your Instagram you see that Hyunijn posted something new. And maybe the scene is just a little too familiar. Maybe it's a picture, or maybe he took the time and made a little sketch of you. Maybe he took the sketch and worked it over in oil paint when he came home.
And it's just you, sitting in the grass, the sun encompassing your figure. And maybe it just looks so stunning. Like a drawing of a dream he had.
And maybe nobody will believe that it's actually you. But you will know. And the happy feeling in your body will grow stronger. Maybe you'll just feel like flying away.
Maybe you decide to message him, just thanking him for making you look this beautiful.
And maybe he'll answer, thanking you in return for making his day.
loosely based on the oddinary trailer, bc centric, no warnings
"It's been a year now since our first session".
Silence
"Can you tell me what we've learned so far?"
"I have hallucinations"
"Right. And what about these hallucinations?"
"I can't tell what is real and what not"
"And that's why we gave you new medication. How are you dealing with that so far?"
"I don't think I've had any since" "That's good to hear. Progress" she's writing something down, out of his sight.
"What about the specific hallucinations that brought you here?" "They're not real" "Who's not real?" "My friends" "Wo are your friends darling?" "They call themselves Stray Kids. But they're just a figment of my imagination"
"Correct. Don't think to hard about them alright? You know that you get dangerous for yourself and others when these hallucinations start"
He nods.
"I think we can end this session here Chris. Same time next week, yeah?"
He silently gets up and leaves the room.
"They're not hallucinations, though. I know they're real"
Jumping was one of the best but also one of the worst things he ever did.
The best, because now he was free of the desperation clawing inside of him, of the burden on his shoulders, of the insane amount of guilt, and because he finally felt free.
But the worst because now he was stuck. Stuck watching a stranger find his broken body, stuck watching his family mourn over him, stuck watching his friends curse him for leaving them.
But he could also watch them finally reach their goal now that he was gone. The smiles on their faces performing on stage. Breaking records after records and becoming famous world wide.
He might be stuck in the in between with no way out. Haunting his friends. But he was also insanely happy to watch them achieve everything they wanted and more.
Just when the days got dark and the smiles faded, he regretted his decision so bad.
For some reason they still mourned him, they still cried about him, talking about how he would've been better as a leader, how he would've handled certain decisions and how much better everything would be if he just was there.
They were mad at him. For not talking to them, for making this decision rash, and about keeping his emotions bottled up, putting up a facade.
But he didn't understand why.
Because couldn't they see that everything only got better after he was gone?
For some reason they were still so sad. And they became even worse as time went on.
Changbin became more closed off, to a point where he started to push other members away.
Felix wouldn't stop crying when he was alone.
And the others weren't faring any better. Minho became snappish and even more mean.
And then his worst fear became true. They started breaking apart.
Jisung was the first one to leave, the constant fighting was too much for his anxiety to handle. Under tears he packed up his things and left. The company statement came out a few days later. Personal Reasons.
The World didn't get to know him. He left before. So they didn't know to blame him for it. So everybody got the blame. The fans were constantly at each members neck.
Seungmin and Hyunjin were the next to go. They went together, holding each other for support.
After that the whole band disbanded. They left each other. The group was gone.
Because he was being selfish.
It was his fault. His. He was the reason they fell.
How could he have been so stupid.
His fault. His. Fault. His. God damn. Fault. Hisfaulthisfaulthisfaulthisfault.
.
His eyes flew open. Tears threatened to choke him. He felt like throwing up.
Realization hit.
It was a dream.
Relieve. That was the first coherent thought. Thank God that was a dream.
The insane amount of guilt he felt in his dream. The regret.
Long fingers tracing the line of your jaw, down the side of your throat. Leaving warm traces of touch before the warm puffs of breath followed the same path. Leaving soft touches and warm kisses on their way down. His lips were chapped but still felt so soft, you never wanted them to leave. Never stop the torturous ways of pleasure they were leaving you with.
Soft sighs escaped your open mouth between hurried breaths. His fingertips were reaching lower, over the lace of your bra down to the bow on top of your underwear.
The tips of his fingers trailed along the edge of your panties, here and there dipping unter the elastic just to immediately pull out again.
"say my name" his voice was rough in your ear, his breath hot on your skin.
A hitch in your breath, paired with the softest of moans "channie"
This side of his was your favorite, the soft gentle touches combined with the slightly dominant way of pleasing you.
Her dark skin was glistening in the sunlight, with a golden shimmer. She was beautiful laying there.
It would've been a peaceful sight, if it wasn't for the nasty gash across her throat and her eyes ripped open in fear.
She probably shouldn't have trusted me so easily, when I approached her in the bar. But anybody could admit that I did my work beautifully.
Her body was a masterpiece, and my artistic additions were making it even more stunning.
The sounds of the world were coming back to me as I admired my masterpiece. The thought of leaving her here exited me the same way it also hurt me. Sadly I've never been able to take my glorious pieces with me. But as her body turned pale, it was better to leave her where everybody could see the art only I was able to create.
The perfect composition of dark blood on her mocha skin, the expression carved into her face, the way their ripped clothes showed off the body in the most stunning way.
It really was a tragedy to leave it behind. But an artist must do what must be done, and share their piece with the world.
Allowing myself to take one picture as a memory, I left my most recent creation behind as the blood began to dry and the body cooled down.
It was most fun, to lure it with me to the edge of the canal and get to get a taste of it before turning it into the perfect masterpiece.
My hunger burned for more. The ecstasy lighting my body on fire, turning me on like nothing else, screaming for me to create more.
Oh how fulfilling being an artist of the highest caliber was.
BC Blurb - posted 09.06.2023, main tag: suggestive, non-graphic
BC Blurb - posted 06.07.2023, main tag: angst, mentioned suicide, BC centric
BC Blurb - posted 24.09.2023, based on oddinary trailer, no warnings
HJ Blurb - posted 27.09.20.23, main tag: fluff
Summary: She kept talking, in this soft, broken voice. He could see tears filling her eyes, he wanted to reach out so badly.
“Basically, ever since you left, everything’s been-” she took a shaky breath, “a total disaster”
Max shouldn’t cry. She never did before. She was the toughest little girl he ever met, she should have been way above crying. But here she was, wiping stray tears off her cheeks, crying about him. Somebody who didn’t even deserve the tears.
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A rewrite of the grave scene in S4e04
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The stone underneath him was supposed to feel cold, but like everything else it just felt like nothing.
Besides his heart he guessed. Because that was breaking into a thousand pieces right now.
The last thing he remembered was coughing up blood while his body was going numb. Telling Max that he was sorry. He desperately hoped that she heard that. That she understood that he meant everything. And not just what had happened with the shadow thing, and what it made him do. The world went dark after that.
The next thing he knows, he’s blinking his eyes open. Its bright day, he’s sitting on a gravestone and he can’t move. It feels like somebody is holding him there.
Panic is just starting to set in, because this feels so much like before, when this, this thing, took possession of his body, when Max shows up.
She is walking towards him with purpose, headphones on and an envelope in hand.
“Max!” It didn’t seem like she heard him. He tried calling her again, but she was already standing in front of him, or better, in front of the grave.
Taking a breath she sat on the grass, pulling a letter from the brown envelope.
Her voice was soft when she started reading.
“Dear Billy, I don’t know if you can even hear this”
His breath stocked. Wait, she was talking to him. She came here to talk to him. So-
“Two years ago, I would have said, ‘That’s ridiculous, impossible’” he found the strength to move, sliding down from the stone and sitting in front of her on the grass.
She kept talking, in this soft, broken voice. He could see tears filling her eyes, he wanted to reach out so badly.
“Basically, ever since you left, everything’s been-” she took a shaky breath, “a total disaster”
Max shouldn’t cry. She never did before. She was the toughest little girl he ever met, she should have been way above crying. But here she was, wiping stray tears off her cheeks, crying about him. Somebody who didn’t even deserve the tears.
“And the worst part is, I can’t even tell anyone why you’re gone”
He’s treated her so bad. So, so badly, just because he didn’t know how to deal with his emotions. He let everything out on her. That wasn’t how it should’ve gone.
It wasn’t-
“I can’t tell them that you saved El’s life. That you saved my life”
She looked right through him, tracing the name on the stone behind him.
Shakily he lifted a hand to her face. He didn’t expect it to make contact, but her skin felt smooth under his fingertips. He couldn’t remember the last time he touched her so carefully.
“I play that moment back in my head all the time”
Tears hit his skin, he tried wiping them away, but they kept coming. Max shouldn’t cry. She wasn’t allowed to cry over him. Just, not, just not him. He didn’t deserve that.
“I imagine if I had, that you would still be here” she had to take another breath, “And everything would be, everything would be right again”
Now he was crying as well. The tears felt hot on his skin. His lungs wouldn’t fill with air anymore, and his breath came out as ugly sobs.
He knew that she couldn’t feel him. She didn’t know that he was here, but he still couldn’t help himself placing his arms around her and pulling her into a hug, burying his face in her hair.
“I’m sorry Max. I’m so sorry”, his voice was breaking. “It shouldn’t have been like this” he pulled in a shuddering breath.
“I was so awful to you, and I only real-, I only realized how wrong that was when it was already too late”
“You hated me”
“I didn’t Max. I didn’t hate you at all”
“I hated you”
A wet laugh left him, he squeezed her tighter.
“I thought that maybe, maybe we could try again” He couldn’t listen to this. Why was she telling him this? Was this for him? Or was she just trying to get this off her chest? “I’m sorry”
“But I, I think that maybe a part of me died that day too”
“Please don’t say that” He pulled back a bit. She still didn’t seem to know that he was here. He tried pulling a stray strand of hair behind her ear, but his fingers glided right through.
“But I had to tell you, before it’s too late”
“What do you mean too late? Max?”
“I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry, Billy. Love, your shitty little sister, Max”
“Max? Max, talk to me! What do you mean?!” Her eyes suddenly rolled back in her head. He tried grabbing her shoulders, but his hands slid though her again.
“Fuck! Fuck! Max! Shit, shit, shit. What am I gonna do?” He looked around frantically. “Why is it know that I can’t touch anything anymore?” Tears continued blurring his sight.
Suddenly everything went black. Billy started blinking frantically, trying to get the blackness to vanish.
The darkness stayed around the edges, Harrington was here - where the fuck did he come from? - and he was shaking Max, calling over his shoulder to somebody.
His vision faded again.
Max’s little club was together now. They were looking though tapes. Max’s tapes. And, and his? Max had a lot of his cassettes. It brought a smile to his lips, before he remembered what situation he was still in. It was getting hard to focus. His vision kept fading, and he couldn’t hear clearly anymore. Everything sounded like he was under water.
Sinclair was putting one of the tapes into her walkman. He didn’t recognize it. But he also didn’t pay much attention while he could, did he?
Everything went fuzzy.
Max was levitating.
Panic. He could feel panic. It felt too much to be just his own.
“Billy!”
Max, surrounded by red. Covered in, in something. Running.
“Max!” did he scream? It didn’t feel like it.
He reached for her again. Her hand clung to his. He pulled, but she slipped through his fingers.
Her body fell from the sky, caught by her friends.
Black once more.
“Billy?”, soft, choked, out of breath. “Was that you? You, you saved me”
He opened his eyes, all he could see was his sister. Everything around her was fuzzy, out of focus. He couldn’t help the grin from spreading.
“Are you safe?” She nodded, tears are falling down her cheeks again. “I’m glad. I’m sorry how I treated you. I’m so fucking sorry Max. You gotta know that right? I wish it could’ve been different. I wish I would’ve been different” “Billy-” “I think my time is over Max” He gave her a genuine smile. Probably the first ever.
“Please forgive me, yeah?”
Everything went numb. But different than before. A warm numbness. It felt, safe.
He gladly closed his eyes this time.
They both got to say what was on theirs hearts.
This was probably the best outcome of this situation.
It felt like he was fading out into the blackness.
I am a quiet person. I am in no sense loud. Quite the opposite actually. I talk quietly, I move quietly and I, fear, quietly.
So when he stood in front of me, his eyes seeming to glow in the little street light reaching us, and his mouth pulled into this disgusting grin, the one time I wanted to be loud, I, I couldn’t. No sound was leaving my mouth besides a little whimper with every step he took towards me.
His nails were long and sharp, they had already broken through my skin when he threw me against the wall. His voice sounded like a barking dog, rough and deep.
It send shivers down my spine.
I didn’t know him. He must have started following me sometime after leaving work. Maybe he was waiting for me to close the store. Or maybe he just saw me on the street and decided I was gonna be the one.
That didn’t really matter though, did it?
What mattered was that he was backing me against a wall, and I couldn’t even scream for help.
He dragged his knuckles across my face, from my cheekbone down to my chin, while his other hand slowly closed around my throat.
Tears were streaming down my face, leaving behind cold trails, which became even icier with his breath hitting them.
He made this sound.
Like a, like a rumble.
Like, like the growling of a feral dog.
My heart has never beaten this fast or hard. I could feel it pounding all over my body. All of my senses narrowed down to the both of us.
His hand slowly tightening on my throat, while the other found its place on the back of my head, fingers wound into my hair.
Cold sweat all over my body. Tears streaming down my face. Lights dancing in front of my eyes, because of how hard I pressed them closed.
Suddenly, his teeth scraping the junction of my neck, and biting down.
And finally, I could scream.
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This was just a little drabble. I'm hoping that writing little things like this will get me back into the flow.
i just posted the first chapter of my new sterek story on AO3 :)
Stuck In Reverse
After the hunt for the newest big bad fails terribly , Stiles’ live is changed forever. Now the pack has to find a way to help him with this new furry problem. But, predictably, everything goes horribly wrong on his first full moon.
Rating: Teen and Up Audiences
TW: mention of rape, very describtive violence, blood,
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