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Mystic Messenger Short, Jumin Han / MC, no spoilers, all fluff, read here on AO3Â or continue below the read more
// @mm-secretsanta said that theyâre not accepting any more submissions so Iâm just gonna post this here, I hope thatâs ok >.< this is a gift for @skielights and iâm sorry for it not being very adventure-y in the definition-sense of the word because I couldnât for the life of me figure out what kind of adventure they would go on >.< I hope you enjoy!
Out on a winter's day, you and Jumin go look at a beautiful scenery together. Later, when you are full of seeing the wintery wonderland, Jumin takes you to a restaurant that serves various types of dishes to educate him on the food of commoners.
âJumin,â you plead with gleaming eyes as you pull on his arm ceaselessly, âwe have to go.â
âNo,â Jumin sighs, wrapping his arm around your waist and keeping your bodies close in the thick crowd, âwe donât.â As you look at the various ice cream stations laid out around the circle, you feel your hat being dragged over your eyes. âHey!â You cry out, attempting to bring it back up; however, Juminâs strength far outmatches yours.
âItâs already plenty cold out here,â he explains softly in your ear as he brings you even closer to his side, wrapping part of his coat around you, âyou really donât need more cold.â
âBut I want ice cream,â you whine softly, and you feel the hand that held your hat down rub your head affectionately. You instantly melt into Juminâs side at the comforting touch, sighing happily. âAlright, fine. But where are we going, anyway?â
âItâs a secret,â Jumin mutters as he leads you on, continuing to hold you close as he walks. You decide to follow him, sticking to his sides with your hands reaching up to readjust your hat around your head.
After a few more minutes of walking, Jumin stops his movements and pulls you to press your cheek against his chest. You turn your head to look through your hat up at him, and he smiles down at you as he readjusts your hat snug around your head. âWeâre here,â he told you as he moved his gaze to look around.
You press your hands against Juminâs chest to slightly make space for you to be able to turn, and you look out at the scenery around you. âWhoa,â you mutter, looking at the sea of white that laid out before the two of you. The town before you was covered in snow and the trees seemed like rolling hills of white. âWhere are we?â
âWeâre up on a very large hill,â he tells you with a large smile, his gaze back to inspecting your expression. You look up at him to smile softly, and he leans down to press his lips against yours.
After a still, tranquil moment passed, the two of you separate, with Juminâs chin resting against your scalp and you looking out at the scenery. âItâs wonderful,â you mutter softly, dropping your hand to hold Juminâs. âItâs as if a blanket of white fell over the town belowâŚâ
âIâm glad you enjoy it,â Jumin replied happily, wrapping one arm around your body. âThough the landscape has a beauty that is incomparable,â he added a whisper in your ear, âyour beauty is the best of all.â
âOh, Jumin,â you chuckle, swatting his body slightly. Peering up into his eyes, you ask, âWhere are we going from here?â
âOh, from here?â Jumin repeated part of the question with a wide smile, tightening his grasp on your hand. âWeâre going on an adventure .â
The two of you find yourselves in a restaurant, sitting across from each other at a booth next to the window. The table before you is candlelit to give a warm atmosphere, and the food surrounding the candle is seemingly endless. âJumin,â you mumble in astonishment, âdo you really need to order so much food? Can we even eat it all?â
âDonât worry, dearest,â Jumin reassures you with a brilliant smile as he takes a hold of your hand. Somehow, Jumin was able to ask them to avoid setting things in the middle of the table, so the two of you have a small aisle to reach out to the other. To your slight disbelief, however, thereâs no room elsewhere. There were also surrounding tables full of foods that the corporate heir had ordered. Looking around at all the food surrounding the two of you, Jumin continued with excitement, âI havenât had the chance to try any of these before.â
You take your own look around and raise an eyebrow, being able to name almost all of the dishes easily. You open your mouth to incredulously ask him if he was serious, but you close it quickly upon remembering that he was truly a corporate heir; he likely had much, much more sophisticated food than you were used to. âAlright,â you sigh softly, your mouth still formed into a frown when you look at the food but your heart slightly lighter. Youâll get through this .
After sitting down around ten minutes later, your sampling plates full of food, you tell Jumin what food heâs eating as he eats it, with him commenting briefly on each item before continuing. For the entire time, the two of you have been eating off of your own plates.
However, as you begin to describe the meatloaf to him, he looks up at you expectantly. You tilt your head in confusion, turning around to check that thereâs no one behind you before turning back to him. âWhatâs wrong, Jumin?â You ask hesitantly, unsure of what to do with your hands.
Jumin sighs softly, picking at his food slowly. You had never actually seen him play with his food before, so you were doubly worried now. As you are opening your mouth to say something- anything - Jumin begins to speak, and you listen with a concerned frown. âUsually, when a couple is eating,â he speaks matter-of-factly, yet with a touch of shyness, âthey feed each other.â
As he fell silent with those words, your cheeks grow bright red. âDo- do they now?â You stutter out shyly, one hand reaching up to attempt to hide your glowing cheeks. You look away for a moment, thinking it over- itâs an extremely embarrassing act, if youâre caught doing it; however, you think as you look around, thereâs no one to be found.
Letting out a soft sigh and giving Jumin a slight smile, you answer him with a quiet, âAlright. Iâll do it.â As you lift the small piece of meatloaf you had gathered for the sampling with your fork, you look into Juminâs eyes, and find yourself becoming embarrassed nonetheless. âC-close your eyes⌠please,â you plead softly, your hand shaking softly in nervousness. He follows your directions, closing his eyes and opening his mouth obediently, and you slowly move the fork towards him. You bite your lip once more as you let the food fall onto his tongue, immediately attempting to pull your hand away. However, before you are able to get very far, Juminâs hand grasps yours tightly, and he presses it against his cheek affectionately, opening his eyes to smile at you.
Hello! Iâm Mayumi and Iâm your yoi secret santa! I hope you like your gift! You said you wanted them skating together and I tried my best ahahaha! Well HAPPY HOLIDAYS! Please feel free to hmu if you want to talk ahahaha <3
//aaaa itâs beautiful!!! thank you so much, theyâre super adorable in your art style ;.; happy holidays to you as well!!! and yeah, if you wanna chat about yoi (or hear me gushing about your art because i just looked at your art tag and aaaaaaaaaaa), Iâm totally up for that! ^.^
pairing: unknown/reader
notes: I said I wasnât going to write a christmas fic but here we are. merry christmas ya filthy animals, I hope itâs a good one.
surprisingly, no major spoilers in this one, tho it does mention the christmas dlc.
Youâd kind of thought surveillance this time would be more⌠exciting. Itâs Christmas, after all! Everything is festive. The shop windows are decked out with lights and fake snow, thereâs tinsel wound around the street lights, and everyone seems to have an extra spring in their step.
In retrospect, you should have known that none of it could change him.
Hello! Merry Christmas! I'm your secret santa from the yoi ss exchange and I was just wondering if you could open your submissions please! Your gift is ready ahahaha
//it should be open! I double checked it and it seems to be working out fine, I probably donât have a link to it on my page though so go here! Also thank you for the gift, Iâm looking forward to it ^.^
//hey everyone!! little update now that Iâm coming back
//Iâm sorting through all of my requests (...there are a lot...) and Iâm gonna do them ALL i swear
//however, the way Iâm gonna do them is gonna be a little more systematic and easier for me than usual
//Requests :: from the day I start it (which is gonna be on Christmas, December 25 cause you 200 followers (;.; thank you all) deserve a present lolol) and on, one request will be queued for 7PM EST daily. I plan on doing them on a oldest-> newest basis so that I get the old ones out of the way (but if I get really excited about one of the things I wrote, Iâll post it sooner). If a lot of my followers would like a more appropriate time for me to post them, I can definitely change it. If I have any fics that I want to write that arenât requested, those will be posted whenever I finish them.
//also, as I have hinted towards earlier, Iâm gonna make them shorter. Theyâre not going to be longer than 1k words unless I really like the idea presented to me. (if you want longer for a request, consider commissioning me. explanations here.)
//my existing fanfictions page is going to be updated daily to accommodate all of the fics Iâve written along with what I still have yet to do. If there are any problems with it, donât hesitate to contact me and Iâll fix it.Â
//Because of the christmas DLC, I WILL be accepting MM requests once more, but Iâm not going to accept as many. If I reblog some sort of request meme, only the first 5 will be accepted before the asks for that meme will be rejected. The requests donât have to be MM but yaâll are MM fans so I donât mind lolol
Mystic Messenger Short, Jumin Han / MC, no spoilers at all lol, just a whole load of hilarity, requested by @maneatingsushi, au prompt list here
//if you want to know what Iâm basing this stuff off of, look at MM Chattoon #5. This is gonna be entirely OOC because holy shit superheroes, so please bear with me lmao (EDIT:: a little less OOC but hey)
You and Jumin are enjoying a nice coffee and milkshake at a nearby coffee shop, taking a break from the exhaustion of daily work, when disaster strikes. With no one there able to help (except Juminâs company who would be much too slow to take care of the threat in time), how will you handle all of the destruction?
Its not a request or anything ^^ I just found ur blog and wanted to say that I really like your writings! ^ . ^
//aaaaaa I don't know how old this is because I've been off of this blog for forever (definitely not role-playing as Georgi Popovich what are you talking about) but thank you anyway!!!! I'm really glad that you enjoy (enjoyed?? Will enjoy??) my writing!!!
Hi! I'm your Mystic Messenger Secret Santa! I was just wondering, is there a specific scenario that you want, like 'Holidays with ___', or are you okay with anything? Sorry to bother you, and have a good day/night!
//Good with anything :p
//also shoutout to my followers who are still here, iâm coming back!!!!! hopefully!!!
//I noticed that I have 200 followers so you know what, have a fic. I might do a giveaway thing at 250 or like 300 or something, when I have more motivation to do aNYTHING (and I donât have any secret santas on my back to do)
After walking home through a storm from work, Saeyoung finds out that you are sick. Seeing that his useless brother was too much of a nervous wreck to do anything that had to do with your personal health, Saeran begrudgingly takes the task of taking care of you into his own hands.
A scream rang out through the Choi residence, and Saeran rolled his eyes in annoyance. It was a girlish scream, no doubt; however, that did not give a single clue as to who screamed. Saeran had, after all, been once described as having a feminine-pitched voice, Saeyoung has practiced having a higher voice for his cross-dressing, and you were⌠well. Having heard enough screams throughout the household in the past, however, Saeran could easily identify the scream as his brotherâs.
Saeran did not move a muscle, deciding instead to raise the volume on his music as he silently relaxed on his bed, the warm glow of candles surrounding him. Contrary to Saeyoungâs common belief, Saeran spent most of his time listening to instrumental music. Saeyoung has once turned on heavy metal music at full volume, attempting to see if his twin liked the music, and⌠the computer, though having a hard outer shell, was unable to withstand Saeranâs irritation.
A short moment later, however, another similarly loud scream reverberated through his room, and Saeran sighed before standing from his bed. Whipping the door open and stepping out into the hallway, Saeran interrogated, âWhat the hell is going on out here?â
âSick!â Saeyoung cried out upon seeing his twin brother emerge, his hands flying everywhere in anxiousness as he looked back and forth between you and Saeran. âTheyâre sick, Saeran! You have to help me take care of them, they canât be sick!â
âSaeyoung, what the hell is wrong with you?â Saeran narrowed his eyes in confusion, tilting his head as he approached you. âAnd whatâs wrong with you?â He mumbled inquiringly when he reached the couch where you lay weakly.
âIâm⌠Iâm fine,â you mumble, batting your hand at Saeran to make him go away. Saeran shrugged in response, turning away and moving to head back to his room.
âThey said theyâre fine, so my job here is done,â Saeran told Saeyoung, punching him in the chest to make his twin lose his breath and stop his fretting for a few seconds, at least. Saeyoung, as expected, was unable to speak for a few moments as he lay sprawled on the floor. âIâm meditating, so please allow me to do so in peace.â
âSâŚâ Saeyoung attempted to talk, holding his chest in pain as he grabbed his brotherâs sweater to stop him from retreating back into his room. âS⌠Saeran,â he finally wheezed out, âtheyâre actually sick. Feel their forehead if you must be persuaded of that fact.â
Saeran halted in his tracks, glaring down at his brother before turning back to look at you. You had attempted to stand a few seconds prior, but a deprivation of strength left you draped over the couch. Saeran whacked Saeyoungâs hand off of his sweater, turning back to approach you once more.
You look up through half-lidded eyes, holding up a hand to stop his movements towards you as you softly muttered out how great you were feeling. However, before you could get out enough words to assure him of your well-being, you felt his hand grasp yours and move it out of the way as his face came uncomfortably close to you. You stutter out his name in between rasps of breath as you feel his cool skin meet yours at your forehead, his controlled breathing softly warming your skin even more.
Before you could get any coherent words out, Saeran turned away from you to momentarily look at his brother. Seeing Saeyoung blushing madly, likely from seeing his twin be unintentionally romantic for the first time, and immobile, Saeran rolled his eyes and turned back to you. You, through the time he was looking away, were glued to the sight of your hand entwined around his. Saeran looked between you and the hands before taking his hand away.
âSaeyoung,â Saeran ordered, standing as he thought through the best possible course of action, âget some towels and water, as well as some medicine.â He listened to his brother stutter out a confirmation, Saeyoungâs footsteps frantic as he runs to the kitchen, before he bent down slightly in front of you.
âHold on,â he murmured softly as arms wrapped around your body; the only thing you were able to do, breathless from being able to see Saeranâs features so close, was wrap your arms around his neck tightly. He readjusted his hold on you for a few seconds before turning towards the bedrooms, moving you back to your room.
After kicking the door handle open, Saeran entered the room and immediately carried you to your bed, moving the covers back before splaying you down upon the bed. Only after he wrapped the covers around you did he silently look around your room.
It being the first time heâs ever entered your room, having had intent to leave you alone if he left you alone, Saeran was fascinated with the atmosphere of it. The particular scent it hadâ which should have been identical to that of the house, but somehow wasnâtâ as well as the various plants set out, that were favorably kept inside the room so that Saeyoungâs cat-like urges wouldnât mess them up, and the simplistic yet very aesthetic decorations spread throughout the room were enough to fascinate him.
Feeling a hand tug on his sweater once more, Saeran looked down at you to see your eyes glazed over, watching him weakly. âWater,â you mumbled, and he nodded slightly in reply. Saeran looked to the door as if to cast a spell, and, as if it was cast successfully, Saeyoung appeared. âI have water, towels, and all of the medicine we have in the house,â Saeyoung declared with much too loud of a voice, barging in and setting all of what he brought on the floor.
âChrist, Saeyoung,â Saeran rolled his eyes, grabbing one of the water bottles and opening the lid, supporting your head as you propped it up to drink. However, instead of allowing you to take the water bottle, he evaded your hand and pressed the rim to your lips, tilting slightly to begin the flow of water into your mouth. Though surprised, you drink it gratefully, closing your eyes as exhaustion spread through your body.
âDonât fall asleep on me, or I leave,â Saeran muttered with irritation, setting your head back down on the pillow before walking back to the various bottles and capsules that Saeyoung was attempting to rifle through. Try as you might, however, sleep was unavoidable, and you quickly dozed off.
You awoke to a small warmth enveloping your body. Your eyes cracked open at the feeling and you looked around to see various candles strewn about, lit and flaming brightly in contrast to the dark room. You smile softly, closing your eyes to revel in the warmth. A moment later, however, you suddenly tense up as you feel an arm wrap around your body tightly, pulling you backwards, closer to another warmth.
You turn to look over your shoulder to see Saeran, his features calm and relaxed as he slept soundly behind you. You fully turn around to have your whole body face him, wanting to examine him better. His arms around you tighten even more as he digs his head into your shoulder, likely craving the enormous amount of warmth that is spread throughout your body.
You slowly bring your arm up to feel his hair, running your fingers over it softly so as to not bother his sleep. You became so focused on how wonderful his hair felt, however, that you hadnât noticed his breathing leave its regular pattern. Therefore, you were largely unprepared when you felt pain on your nape from teeth grasping at the skin there.
You gasp in alarm, haphazardly pulling yourself away as a hand reached up to feel the skin where he bit you. Saeran smirked at you, his eyes unfocused from having been asleep, as he supported his head with his hand casually. âNow weâre even,â he told you before turning away, standing from the bed and grabbing a pill bottle. Taking two pills from it, he held them and a glass of water out to you.
You take the objects gratefully, looking at him with your eyes narrowed in suspicion as you swallowed the medicine. âI thought you said youâd leave.â
âI changed my mind,â Saeran replied simply, grabbing the towel that had fallen from your forehead to lay behind you. You stare at it in confusion, not having noticed its presence at all. âGo back to sleep, you still have a fever.â
You nodded slightly, wrapping the blankets around you a bit more tightly before you suddenly shot up from your comfortable position. To explain yourself to the questioning glance Saeran sent you as he prepared another towel, you stutter out, âA-are you feeling okay? Y-you⌠You did sleep with me, after all, and you might have-â
âIâm fine, you little bug,â Saeran replied, setting a fresh damp towel on your forehead to calm you as he pushed you back down to a laying position. âGo to sleep.â
Uncertain of what horrors might come upon you if you do not listen to Saeranâs orders, you decided to heed his advice and sleep. Before the dark abyss of sleep could fully take over your senses, however, you feel a hand caress your cheek, and you couldnât help but smile as you dozed off.
Mystic Messenger Short, Unknown | Saeran / MC, spoils 707 route a bit???, some more angst and fluff and implied NSFW, PART 2 of âCircumstancesâ, second part requested by Anonymous
Determined to take you back from the Saviorâs, and Saeyoungâs, clutches, Saeran goes on a mission to bring you home to his arms.
Not even Rika will be able to hold me back from having you.
Saeranâs threat to the world reverberates in his mind as he thinks through the best course of action. Given the efficiency at which you work, he expects that you have already somehow come into touch with Saeyoung or anything connected to him. Saeran claws at his scalp, brushing through his hair as he continues to rack his brain.
He looks up slowly as the answer comes to him. An answer so obvious that he couldnât believe he didnât think of it sooner.
Destroy the RFA.
Saeran returns to his room, and to the den of computers, as he sets himself to work. The best course of action would be to begin targeting the weakest, or perhaps least protected, member of the RFA. Han has security guards, Kang has Hanâs security guards, Saeyoung lives in a steel fortress, Zen... maybe, but his absence from work might be easily spotted since he is an actor.
He smirks when the college studentâs profile is brought up to his screen, and he begins to strategize to bring Saeyoung- and her- to where he wanted.
You collapse on the nearby sofa, your body spent after doing various errands for Saeyoung- for Agent 707, you reprimand yourself with exhaustion. âGood job, honey!â You hear his cheer, and you furrow your brows. How does the Savior expect me to get information when Iâm hardly ever able to actually look at what the man does? Besides, the other agent, Vanderwood, is truly getting on my nerves with his wariness...
You know that if you were to raise your head, you would be able to see Vanderwoodâs eyes on you.
As you sit up with disgruntlement, you think of Saeran. Every time you look at the agent, you canât help but think of him; you constantly find yourself hastily correcting your words in front of Agent 707 in fear that they realize your lie.
âHey, doll,â Vanderwoodâs annoying voice pipes up, and you raise your head to look at him. âWhy, again, did the agency send you over here?â
You groan, rolling your eyes as you fall back into the couch. âNo matter how many times you ask, Agent Vanderwood,â you snap, âthe answer will be the same.â Luckily, you didnât have to keep up any sort of secretary act, since youâve heard that the agency takes away a good amount of the emotions that go with preppy secretaries. âIs there anything else you need, Seven, or am I allowed to sleep for the night?â
âIâm goo- wait,â 707 spoke, his voice chipper at first but then shocked. âMs. Vanderwood, little bug, get over here.â
The two of you raise yourselves immediately from your places of rest, taking your places at either sides of Saeyoung as you watch his monitors.
âYou know, Zero Seven, if you didnât use such a strange way of-â
âThereâs been a hack,â you interrupt Vanderwood, watching the output from the various screens. âSomeone is accessing the RFA servers.â
Saeyoung looks up at you with a strange expression, and he asks, âHow do you know that, little bug?â
You look down at him with a glare. âAm I wrong, ant?â You snap as you face the screens once more. You would not say a word as to your experience with looking over Saeranâs shoulder and him explaining a good amount of everything that he and Saeyoung do.
Saeyoung turns his attention back to the screens, his expression becoming much more serious. âIt doesnât seem like we can ascertain the reason for the hack from what is being accessed and bypassed; however, it seems like the information databases are being looked into.â
He has all of the information about all of the members that would be stored in the RFA servers, you think to yourself with concern, a deep frown crossing your face. Why would he be outing himself like that for information he already has?
As the realization dawns upon you, you quickly grab the closest coat to you. âContact the two members without impeccable security,â you tell 707 as you put on the coat. You quickly realize that it is Vanderwoodâs, but you donât pay attention to it as you walk towards the door. âThe hacker is likely double checking his information in preparation for an attack.â You look down at your phone for a moment before turning back to Saeyoung, thrusting your phone at him. âInput one of their addresses on there; I will go there to check that they are alright.â
Of course, being an RFA memberâs bodyguard was not one of the points on the job description, but you werenât getting anywhere anyway and this would gain a bit of Saeyoungâs trust. You wait expectantly as he inputs the coordinates of the college student. âWe could just send bodyguards over to them,â he speaks as he hands you your phone back, and you shake your head.
âIt will take too longâ is all you say before you turn on your heel and leave the residence of Saeyoung Choi.
âListen,â the man named Yoosung says nervously, scratching the back of his neck as he looks at you, âI get that you need to be here, but... why?â
âSa- Seven sent me,â you say, looking around the apartment with a keen eye. âHe was right to send me here... I was easily able to get through without anyone asking for my identification.â
âWha- is there someone on the way?!â Yoosung cries out, standing up in surprise. You turn your sights on him with a glare, and he softly sits down once more, intimidated.Â
As you turn back to look around, you say with a tone of boredom, "Not at this very moment, there isnât anyone. However, the threat of an attack is imminent.â Your sights stick to the window; for some reason, you expect Saeran to enter through it if anything. âIâll be by your side until at least a day and two nights have passed,â you continue after a moment of silence. âIf you get out of my sight and you are in any danger, just scream.â
âS-scream?!â Yoosungâs voice turns shrill, and you watch him with disbelief before you cannot help but giggle lightly. Yoosung watches you with astonishment before his cheeks turn a bright red and he begins to chuckle along with you.
You shake away the laughter from your head, attempting to sober your emotions as you stand. âFeel free to do whatever youâd like; I will be keeping my eyes out for any intruders.â
âWill you not need to sleep?â Yoosung asks as he slowly turns towards his computer. You shake your head, walking towards the window.
âYou never know when the guy will come,â you say as you open the window to let the wind breeze through softly. âItâs best to be prepared.â
Almost a full day has passed, and no word has come from Saeran, Saeyoung, nor Yoosung about much of anything. Youâve been hanging around with Yoosung most of the time, drawing or writing to pass the time while keeping your attention focused on your surroundings.
âAlright, so I know what I said about staying here for the day,â you complain loudly, flopping down on the sofa once you return to Yoosungâs apartment, âbut I am so bored that my impatience is about to kill me.â You swing open the window above you without even setting your eyes on it as per usual.
âWhy do you keep opening the window?â Yoosung asks as he sits down at his computer, likely starting up that game he plays constantly. âIs the temperature in here too much for you?â
âI like fresh air more than the air conditioner on most days,â you lie expressionlessly. Of course, you actually love air conditioning, but you had to make up some sort of excuse that was not âIâm giving Saeran an easy way in so that no one gets hurtâ. âI can close the window if you want.â
âNo, no, itâs okay,â Yoosung shakes his head quickly as he focuses on his monitor. âIâm not bothered by it at this time of year.â
âGreat,â you mumble as you stretch out on the sofa. You wish that Saeran would just do something already; you want to go back to Saeyoung and learn more about how Mint Eye could use Saeyoungâs information and databases against him, but you wouldnât be able to do that until the âthreatâ you had so dumbly spoken of was nonexistent anymore. Only the coming night left...
As the boredom of the day hits you in full force, your body relaxing from lack of rest, you suddenly hear a strange sound. Your eyes open, and you sit up as you listen intently to hear more of it.
It sounds like something is climbing up- maybe down?- the building, and you stand up to stick your head outside the window. However, before you can get your face close to the windowpane, a body halts its descent right next to the window and stares at you.
Youâre speechless; perhaps it is the lack of sleep that is causing for your mind to halt its train of thought, but all that you are able to do once you are finally faced with what you were expecting is stare.
Saeran stares back at you, a smile quickly taking the place of the shocked expression that had sat there before. âI didnât even need to find you,â Saeran speaks softly, knocking your brain back into working order. âYou found me.â
You quickly turn away from Saeran, moving your stubborn feet towards Yoosung as fast as you can. âYoosung,â you say hurriedly, pushing his shoulder repeatedly as you look behind you, âtime to go.â
âWhat?â Yoosung asks in confusion, taking off his headphones just in time to see Saeran jump through the window. Yoosung shouts in surprise, standing and hiding behind you in fear.
Saeran looks at you, with your arms out protectively, and Yoosung, with his cowering behind your body. âWhat, are you protecting him?â Saeran demands, approaching you with a tinge of disbelief on his features. âDonât tell me that in the short amount of time we were apart, you already fell in love with someone else?â
âSaeran,â you say with a strong tone, attempting to give strength to Yoosung so that he would stop attempting to pull you down using his weight, âWhy are you here? Rika will-â
Before you are able to say another word, Saeran suddenly appears centimeters away and cradles your cheeks. âMy Paradise,â he smiles as you gasp, his lips almost touching yours but not quite, âIâve come to save you.â
You hear a whimpering voice behind you mumble âRika?â as your lips are sealed, Saeranâs hands resting on the nape of your neck and around your waist. You use all of the remaining mind power that you have to point Yoosung towards the door, but then you are suddenly swept up from the ground. You cry out in surprise to the action; however, the sound only travels between your mouth and Saeranâs as he walks towards the door.
Yoosung looks up at you as you hide your face in Saeranâs chest. You feel Saeran turn towards Yoosung, and you grip his arm tightly to warn him. âTell your little friends that theyâve all been invited to come to Magenta,â Saeran declares haughtily before easily slipping past the door with you cradled in his arms.
âYou... are an idiot,â you mumble into his shirt a few minutes later as he silently treks the distance to where he hid his car. âI canât believe that the only reason for the attack was for you to get me. I donât have any information to give to the Sav-â
âThe Savior doesnât matter,â Saeran interrupts you soothingly. âNothing matters more than having you in my arms like this.â
Your face begins to burn red and you clutch Saeranâs shirt closer to yourself. âWho taught you how to speak so smoothly?â You mumble with embarrassment, and you feel more than you hear the chuckle that arose from him.
âItâs instinct whenever Iâm close to you.â He stops finally, setting your feet down on the ground as he opens the passenger door to his car. âJust get in.â
You mumble out unintelligible phrases as you sit down in the passenger seat, buckling your seat belt as he shuts the door for you. You relax against the seat, the exhaustion you feel flooding over you in one large wave. âTired?â Saeranâs voice pipes up from beside you as the engine revives to start the car.
You nod softly, opening your eyes slightly to look at him. âWhy did you come for me?â You ask quietly, looking down at your hands. âItâs not as if Iâve done that much for you. Why would you risk everything... to get me?â
âBecause you are worth everything,â he declares, backing out of the parking area and driving out into the street. âI told you that Iâd protect you from everything, didnât I?â
âWhy?â You demand, your hands clenching into fists. âWhat do I mean to you that you would do this?â
A warmth envelops your left hand, somehow causing all of the tension in your hands to come spilling out of you. You sigh as he wraps his hand around yours, his grip on you tight. âYou are my everything, my Paradise,â Saeran reluctantly tells you, facing away slightly so that you couldnât see his face but he could still see the road. âI donât know where all of the possessiveness came from, but once you left... All I could think about was getting you back.â
âAwwh...â you mumble with a grin, leaning your head against your shoulder sleepily, âdoes someone have a crush...?â
Saeran looks at you incredulously, his gaze flicking between you and the road until he eventually pulls over. âWhat do you mean, has a crush?â He questions with a demanding tone, moving over the divider to lean over you with desire smoldering in his eyes. âWhat I feel for you isnât some mere infatuation.â
You gasp as you feel a deep warmth cover your lips, and Saeran gives you no chance to recover as he thrusts his tongue past your lips. Your tongue, having nowhere else to be, battles with his as he wraps his hand around your head, taking a hold of a fistful of hair.
Breathless, you attempt to turn away so that you could gather some air into your lungs, but his other hand grabs your chin and keeps your head in place as he straddles you in the seat. âYouâre not going to run away from me,â he mumbles against your lips, locking you in kiss after passionate kiss. âIâm going to keep you here, at my side, forever.â
You press your hands against his torso, running your hands against his chest with his shirt constructing your touch. As you find the bottom of his shirt and push your hands under it, he lowers his hand from your chin to feel your body, moving it down your side and bringing your waist towards him to bring you closer.
As his hand comes back upwards to cup your breast and as his lips leave yours to attach themselves at your neck, you breathe out softly, âNot... not here.â
âWhere, then?â He asks against you, sucking at the flesh quickly before licking around the area. You moan out loudly, one of your hands resurfacing to rest on his scalp, pulling him closer.
âB-ahhn... Back seat?â You moan as his hand squeezes your breast, sending a shiver through your whole body. Saeran chuckles before swinging the passenger door open, climbing off of you and pulling you out quickly.
âBack seat it is.â
Needless to say, you were lucky that he pulled over in a deserted part of who-knows-where, because you never did end up in the back seat.
âSavior,â Saeran declares as he bows before Rika, who was glaring at him quite visibly, âI have a request.â
âI donât care about your petty little request, Saeran,â Rika answers angrily, slamming her hand on the armrest of her chair, âwhat I want to know is this. Why is the girl back?â
âShe is back by my hand.â
âAnd why, exactly, is that? I sent her away for a reason; you do not just get to take her away from her mission on your own free will.â
âI require her,â he speaks out defensively, raising his head to stare her straight in the eye. âI require her to be able to take down the RFA.â
âWhy did you not need her before you knew of her?â Rika demands, leaning back in her throne with her brow furrowed. âItâs not as if she knows the secrets to the organization or anything of the sort.â
âShe assists me in keeping calm and making intelligent decisions,â he explains, holding a fist to his heart. âShe keeps control of me in ways you canât even fathom.â
âDid she also teach you to speak this way to me?â Rika asks in a softer tone, her eyes narrowing. âPerhaps I should give her punishment.â
âThe only person in need of punishment is I,â Saeran shakes his head, falling to one knee. âI request that you allow her to stay at my side, for if you do not...â He glares at the Savior, his fists falling to his sides. âIf you do not, I will give all of the information about us over to Saeyoung.â
Rika stares at Saeran for a moment, silence prevailing between them, before she rolls her eyes and looks away. âIâm done with this,â she grumbles before she turns back to her underling. âDo with her what you wish, but give me results. I expect to bring the party here soon enough.â
âOf course, my Savior,â Saeran nods, rising from his kneeling stance as some of the anger he felt washes away. âI thank you for your time.â
Upon returning to his room, Saeran becomes enveloped in warmth as an afraid face stares up at him. âWhat did the Savior say?â You ask uncertainly, tilting your head in anxiousness as you attempt to read his expressionless face. He smirks slightly, quickly lifting you into the air.
You shriek in surprise, holding onto Saeran for dear life as he presses his lips onto yours. âNot even the Savior is able to keep me from having you,â he mutters against your lips as he moves you to the nearby sofa, splaying you out onto it and climbing on top of you. âI will fight the stars to keep you here before I even think about willingly letting you go.â
No more (free) requests will be accepted for Mystic Messenger. Please see my commission post about different choices that are available to attain more writings.
//So, some of you may have noticed (though thatâs unlikely) that Iâve decided to close MM free requests. I have around 15 drafts waiting that are MM related, and once I get them all published, I will likely be finished with the fandom.
//However, if youâre really itching for some scenarios that havenât fulfilled your cravings after I finish with all of my MM requests, there are still ways to continue seeing MM writings from me (though like all of them are somehow tied with various amounts of money). With all of these, I would like for you to please not publish anything I write for you as your own writing.
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For $1, I will write around 500 words for you personally (one-time deal); you also get to see the writings I write for patrons only.Â
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#37 with 707 pleeeease!!! Fluff fluff fluffiness for my stressful life~~ your writing style is very unique; I admire you. ^^
//ahhh, more dancing. not sure if Iâm gonna do it when theyâre just lounging around at home or at the party or something lol. Also, thank you so much!!! Iâm so happy that you admire my writing ^.^ Should be out soon enough (I say as I stare my 20 drafts in the face)
I would really like to know 8, 18 and 34~ ââ˝â Btw I admire your ability to write the beautiful storys you do and hope you keep up the good work~
Awww, thank you!! I hope you enjoy more of my stories as they come out ^.^
8. Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes youâve written and explain why youâre proud of it.
oh jeez (I literally began digging through every fic Iâve ever written because I donât remember good pieces of my writing lol) I guess the best thing Iâve done so far would have to be this from Drunken Endeavors (Jumin/MC fic):
Zen turns his sights to the couple at the sound of you softly moaning âJumin,â and quickly stands in shock as he watches Jumin move his hand up from your waist, taking your shirt with it. âWhoa, whoa, Jumin, hands off,â Zen demands, quickly grabbing Juminâs hand and taking it off of your body. You slowly break away from the kiss in confusion, looking up at Zen and the hand he is holding away from you. âDoes Zen want to join?â You ask, your mind intoxicated from the wine and Juminâs touch.
âYeah,â Jumin smirks darkly at Zen before he can say anything, turning slightly towards him, âdo you want to join?â
Zenâs eyes widen at the words, his face an inferno of deep red as he quickly takes a few steps back. âWhat is wrong with you two?!â He cries out incredulously before turning away, running out of the room. Jumin chuckles, tightening his grip around you as you touch your forehead against his.
I feel proud of it because I think it reflects everyoneâs personalities (except MCâs, maybe) very well haha. That and Zen is really cute when heâs extremely flustered lmao
18. Do you use any tools, like worksheets or outlines?
Nope. If Iâm writing to publish on Tumblr, I make a draft. If Iâm writing to publish on AO3, I make a draft on AO3. Itâs mostly so that I can keep everything sorted and give myself a small piece of sanity when I want to write. I kinda wish I would use something though
34. What are your thoughts on non-con and dub-con?
Very much uncomfortable and against with it. If someone is gonna do the do with someone else, they better be making the other person happy, not just themselves. And being like âyeah youâre enjoying this donât deny itâ doesnât work at all, because their body might be enjoying it sure but they themselves sure as hell arenât.
My personality is one that wants to make people happy (most of the time, if Iâm pissed with someone then heck no Iâm not going to go with their crap so that theyâre happy), and so I really donât understand how you could have good sex when your partner is crying and in pain and etc. in front of you.
Mystic Messenger Short, no ships, only spoilers about the existence of Saeran (expanded in 707â˛s route), just some happy go lucky children and their mom (mama!Zen), requested by @fairy2queen
//i love the thought of mama!Zen so much, and I hope you enjoy the fic! On an unrelated note SWEET MOTHER OF ALL THAT IS HOLY YURI!!! ON ICE IS OUT if you havenât watched it go do it now
With the end of an exhausting day, Zen finally had the time to return home and get a good nightâs rest. Well, not until after some time in front of the mirror, of course. With the ending of the RFA party some weeks ago, peace has fallen within the RFA and passion has kept Zen on the track towards a brighter future.
Upon opening the - strangely unlocked - door to his home, however, it turns out that the desire for rest would no longer be on his mind for some hours to come.
âAhh, such a wonderful day today!â Zen smiled gleefully, stretching his arms above him as if to reach for the stars. Physically, he couldnât even come close to trying, but through his acting... Zen dropped his hands to support his head as he leaned back. Through his acting, Zen has already reached the moon; the stars arenât that far away anymore.
âIâll get there someday,â Zen mumbled to himself thoughtfully as he wrapped his hand around his doorknob. In an attempt to turn the knob to check that it was still locked, the knob clicked open in a way that a locked one doesnât. The door swung open ominously to uncover the sound of loud babbling that originated from his cozy living room.
âJumin-â Saeyoungâs voice rung out with a tone that was as sweet as sea salt chocolate- âyou have to truly experience women so that you can live the life!â
âAnd yet, your love life remains untouched in the attic of your personality,â Jumin retorted with a growl.
At the same time, Zen heard Saeran cry out incredulously, âDo you mean that I have not âlived the lifeâ if I do not have interest in women?â
âWhen will I live a life...?â Yoosungâs quiet plea struck a chord within Zenâs heart, and that is when he decided to show himself.
The sound of the front door slamming shut quickly brought an ominous silence around the room as all heads slowly turned towards Zen. âThis really is the last straw...â he growled under his breath, taking one perilous step after another towards the group lounging in the living room. âWhat have I said about you all arguing? And in my own house!â
Small mumbles of apology rung out one by one, and Zen sighed in defeat. âWhy are you all here?â
âI- I...â Yoosung choked out stutters for a few seconds before he began to sob. âI got locked out of my apartment, and I canât get a lockpick dude to come help a poor college student!â
âRenovations at the penthouse,â Jumin grumbled softly, glaring at the wall as if he is trying to blast lasers at it through his eyes.
âCleaning service is clearing out all of Elizabeth the Thirdâs cat hair out of my house,â Jaehee sighed sadly, holding her head in her hands in dismay. âSo much cat hair I didnât realize was there...â
âMoral support for everyone!â Seven quipped up happily, throwing his arm over Saeranâs shoulder. âWe learned about everyoneâs situations and were so glad to come out and support them in these trying times!â In response, Saeran turned his back to Saeyoung as he silently returned to playing whatever games he had on his phone.
âWhy...â Zen began softly, his hands forming into shaking fists in a fit of rage as the company that suddenly decided to inhabit his house flinch in apprehension, âWhy didnât you just invite them over to your house instead of picking the lock to mine, you imbecile?!â Zenâs fire of anger blew out in the next second, and he ran his fingers through his hair. âWhere is our Lady?â
âShe went home to her parents for the weekend,â Jumin grumbled softly once more, his hands moving in his lap. Zen raised his eyebrows at the strange movement which was constricted from his view by the couch that was in the way. His eyes widened in shock as he realized what the movement was upon closer inspection.
âWhat is that stupid furball doing in my h-ACHOO!â Zen shouted angrily before being rudely interrupted by his allergies, Jaehee quickly approaching him with a handkerchief.
âI tried to stop Mr. Han,â she told him softly, placing the handkerchief in Zenâs hands and her hand on his back to support him, âbut he refused to listen to me. Sadly, none of the others attempted to back me up...â She added, glaring at the other members of the RFA who snickered softly.
âAlright, you know what, f-f-fine!â Zen coughed out, holding the handkerchief over his nose and mouth as he shouted at all of the uninvited visitors. âAs long as that goddamn furball and all of its shedding is out of my house in the next hour, you guys can sleep here.â As all of the members, excluding the worried Jaehee, cheered with varying degrees of passion, Zen added angrily, âOn the floor!â
The cheering died instantly, but Zen didnât care as he moved past everyone to go to the bathroom. At least looking at the handsome man in the mirror might help this unbelievable situation.
Zen grumbled angrily, tossing his forearm over his swollen face. âWhy canât everyone just shut up for once,â he muttered in a tiny fit of rage as he breathed deeply before launching himself out of his bed.
Stepping out silently so that he could instill fear into their hearts once they realize that heâs there, Zen strode over to the living room and hid behind a nearby wall. âGet your hands off of me, you disgusting brother of mine!â Saeran mumbled loudly, the sound of something (which Zen could only guess was part of Saeyoungâs body) getting smacked repeatedly resounding across the room. As the smacking died down, Zen heard a shuffle and a loud groan. âHyung, you really need to keep your hands to yourself!â Yoosung whined, not caring about his volume in the slightest as he was harassed in one way or another by Saeyoung. âItâs really uncomfortable when you put your hands all over everyone!â
At the other corner of the room, a low yet easily heard voice murmured sweet nothings to someone. âHow beautiful your coat is... and your eyes are like the beach on a beautiful day... their irises are as black as space yet as beautiful as the stars it inhabits... The outside chill must have been frightful, but now... now youâre here with me... and Iâm never letting you go...â Quite obvious to Zen, it was Jumin comforting the cat he was supposed to get rid of hours ago, and it only ticked off the actor even more.Â
It seemed as though Jaehee was the only one silent, which made sense; she was the one who always had late nights, so it was only natural for her to be tired enough to sleep through all of that mess.
As Saeran began to complain and beat his brother up once more with slight assistance from Yoosung, and as Jumin wouldnât halt his anger-inducing murmurs, Zen flicked on the light to the living room. Groans, whines, and protests sprang up immediately as Zen stood in front of everyone. âWhat do you guys think youâre doing?â He demanded, his voice low.
Every eye, except for Jaeheeâs, around the room fell on Zen, but no one spoke.
âI said, what. Do. You. Think. Youâre doing?â He repeated with a snarl, his hand reaching for the insect swatter that hung on the wall. As Yoosung noticed what Zen was reaching towards, he cried out in terror, âWeâre not doing anything, we swear! Right, Saeran?!â
âIâm not doing anything,â Saeran mumbled with a small âtchâ, covering himself up in the blankets.
âIâm just settling in with my twin brother~â Saeyoung grinned contently, wrapping his arm around his brotherâs figure. Zen could hear Saeran growling under the sheets, but the angrier of the twins no longer made any moves to push him off.
âSaeyoung keeps touching us, and itâs super uncomfortable,â Yoosung added, pointing at Saeyoung as if he was attempting to get the hacker convicted for his crimes. âWe didnât do anything!â
âI need for you to stop shouting at two in the morning,â Zen pleaded, hanging his head in defeat. âSaeyoung, get your hands off of Saeran and just lie still- get your hands off of Yoosu- yes, yes, just lie there- no- ugh...,â he grumbled, the energy required to argue with the happy hacker quickly draining from his body. âYou two handle him quietly, Iâm out.â He turned on his heel to leave the room before he suddenly caught himself, snapping his head up to stare the silent Jumin Han in the eye.
âWhatever happened to that cat, I donât care, but it better not be in your embrace right now or I will throw you out in the next two minutes.â
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