Hey hey ~ I hope you're having a good day. How about 2) or 6) for a Saeyoung x MC fic? ♡
Even though the question is old, fyi I’m having a good day today, way better than yesterday even though I woke up like 2 hours ago lololol thank you and enjoy!
707 x MC: “Hey, hey, calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore”
Mint Eye was going to be destroyed on that day, that much all of them knew. They – of course – had their jobs to do, and human life depended on them. But whether or not the organization would survive, was already out of the question. It was deemed to fall today, to end all the pain it caused to the people inside.
Many times has he wondered, whether or not the people he saw on cameras came there of their free will. Whether it was their own choice that caused them do all of these awful things to those who didn’t want to obey their Savior.
The car finally stopped and they went out. They were still a bit far from the building, they could barely see it through the thick curtain of trees. According to the plan, he and Vanderwood were supposed to get in first and make sure to get out the innocent victims they knew of, and then the people hired by Jumin Han would arrive and take over the situation. Last but not least, the police would enter.
It took him quite a while to convince Vanderwood to help them, but right now the man didn’t utter a word of complaint, focused on his task like nothing else.
There were two innocent victims in this place, at least two they knew of: V and MC. And they had to get both of them safely out. The time was limited and they had to hurry. It was only reasonable to go separately.
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The girl stared forward, at the wall. She wasn’t told to do anything, so she just stared, deep in her thoughts. What these thoughts were? No one would be able to tell. Maybe she was just daydreaming, imagining that the things went on differently?
Maybe, for these few moments, she was able to actually feel like she was in a different place? Was it giving her any relief? Or hope, at least?
No one would be able to tell, because her face was completely dull, only tired.
The door opened behind her and she flinched, curling up.
“You ready?” the irreverent voice echoed. She nodded hesitantly, turning around to look at the white-haired man in a suit. “Good. They should be here any second. You don’t really have to do anything, so it’s even better for you, yeah? It’s not like you’re of much use anyway, you can do as much as to sit here” the man mocked, but she didn’t find any strength in herself to reply. Her fists tightened though and her jaw clenched in a hopeless need of resistance.
Saeran didn’t say anything else and just left, letting her dwell on her sanity in silence.
And the girl stared at the wall, counting seconds, once a while looking to the side, where the window was. She didn’t dare to look outside, afraid of seeing whom she didn’t want to be here.
It was a trap, Sevy.
She wanted to scream it out. If the man came here, it wouldn’t end well for him. She somehow prayed the he wouldn’t, that he would change his mind, maybe let the police handle the whole thing and not engage just for her.
If only she could use the messenger now. If only she could send him any kind of warning. But for her phone has been taken away long time ago, the outside world couldn’t hear her pleas.
She didn’t know how much time has passed before the door started to open once again, very slowly. The sound only made her shut her eyes tightly, as though to prevent tears from spilling out. She knew who it was even before the voice sounded out.
If he was here, then it was already too late.
Too late to save him.
“MC…? God, you’re here…” He stormed to his side, not even thinking of shutting the door.
Now she couldn’t stop crying. His voice was so relieved, but so oblivious.
Tears streamed down her cheeks when the man knelt by her side, gently taking her hand in his own. The gentle gesture was what she craved for so long, after being thrown around like a trash in this place.
“Hey, hey, calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore” the man said, stroking the inside of her palm gently.
“It’s not myself that I’m crying for” she uttered in a shaky voice, finally sparing him a pitiful glance.
The meaning of the words stayed unknown to him. His eyes slightly widened, trying to proceed what she wanted to say.
He didn’t look up right away, when the door creaked behind his back. She didn’t dare to, either.
But once the weirdly familiar voice echoed behind his voice, he knew that their plan has failed.
“It’s a game over, Saeyoung.”
He could only pray for Jumin’s people to arrive soon.
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YES I WANT TO SEE YOUR WRITING! MM “You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.” because I love pain
OK I FINISHED IT!!!!! It might be really bad and please don’t judge because this is the first time I’ve ever written MM, although I have read quite a bit of it! Here we go….
It had all begun innocently enough,with Matthew driving the car back to Downton in order to usher the rest of theCrawley family to the hospital in order to meet the heir’s newborn heir. Thenew family had decided on the name George, and were still squabbling about whathis middle name should be (Matthew wanted his chap to be named after Robert orTom, while Mary was insisting that their son’s middle name should be Matthewfor he looked just like his father, with eyes blue as the sky on a summer day).
The problem arrived when Matthewtook a hairpin turn on the way back to the Abbey a bit too fast (or a lot toofast, he had a son! And was quite rightly exuberant because of that fact) whena lorry came from the opposite direction, hitting the driver’s side and pushingthe entire car into the embankment on the other side of road.
Mary, was blissfully unaware ofthis when Isobel came into her hospital room two hours later.
“Oh Isobel, where is Matthew andthe rest of the family? I should have thought they would be back by now!” Shesaid this while making different faces at the newly named George in an attemptto make him giggle or smile.
Isobel, in contrast, was slowingwalking towards Mary’s bedside and sitting in the chair Matthew had occupiedonly a couple of hours before. “My dear, please stay calm, if not for your sakethen for your son’s…”
“Isobel?” Mary pressed, confusedbut instantly worried. “What’s wrong? Is something wrong with my son?” Hervoice was quickly raising.
“George is fine. Mary, Matthew has….been in an accident.” Isobel heard her daughter-in-law’s ragged intake of air. “Hewas hit by a lorry on his way back to Downton. He is alive, but he’s not….wellyou see, he’s not waking up.” Mary’s hand flew to her mouth as a sob torethrough her throat.
“Isobel, please, take me to see myhusband. I can’t bear to think of him without me when he must need me soterribly.” Mary’s face was red and the tears were beginning to slip from herface onto her gown.
“Mary, you’re so weak-”
“Please, Isobel,” Mary implored,and after shedding a few tears of her own, the new grandmother nodded her head.
After a bit of maneuvering, Marywas placed in a wheelchair and eventually made her way to be placed next to herhusband, looking to the world as if he was simply asleep, asides from thebandage wrapped around his forehead.
Mary reached a shaking hand out forher husband, and laid it on top of one of his while her other ran its fingersthrough his hair, oily from the dirt, and, unfortunately for Mary, the blood.Yet more tears streamed down her face as she was confronted with the extent ofher dear husband’s injuries.
“My darling,” she began in awhisper, “You need to wake up, because Ican’t do this without you. George needs you.” Her voice broke. “He needshis Papa.” And for the first time since the Great War, she began to pray.
Mary stayed by his side, recovering from giving birth to their son next to her husband, for the next five days. She insisted she remain by hisside even when her entire family encouraged her to come home. George stayed atthe hospital with his parents, and Mary would often tell Matthew of their son’sdevelopments each day, with one hand always on top of his.
She did this every day, until oneday Matthew’s fingers tightened on hers. She looked up quicker than she thoughtpossible, but Matthew’s eyes were closed. “Matthew?”
She called for a nurse and put herear near his mouth. He sighed and she barely heard him whisper “My darling…”
It’s my piece for the @2019loveforallseasons. A big thank you to the mods for making up the title becuz I was just SO UNCREATIVE ON THAT DAY.
And of course an even bigger thank you for making this zine. I’m so proud to be a part of it!
“Ever considered you are a piece of trash yourself? You can’t imagine how much it would explain.”
Unwelcoming voice brought the man back to reality. He stared forward blankly, trying to get back to his casual self.
A futile attempt, really.
“Do I stink that much?” he shared a doubt, finally moving to check if the shirt he was wearing for the past few days was still somewhat fresh.
“I think there are flies living in your trash hoodie.”
“Excuse you. It’s my best hoodie.”
“Its trashness suits you.”
Seven rolled his eyes.
It’s easy to insult him when he’s like this, a realization came. When he literally feels like a trash. When his head throbs and every line of code he writes makes close to no sense. So he has to rewrite it at least twice before it does. And once he writes the whole text it turns out it doesn’t work anyway and then he’s forced to rewrite it once more. IT specialist? More like IT loser.
Now, he sat in front of his computer with his legs curled up under his chin and stared at the screen that was already covered in cat memes he set as his screensaver.
How long has he been staring before Vanderwood put a plate in front of him and told him to turn the computer off because he’s being useless anyway? He wasn’t even sure what time of the day it was until he spotted the numbers on his phone’s screen.
“Don’t even think about it” Vanderwood muttered, snatching his phone away. “If you take a break from computer, no way you’ll be texting these RFA guys instead.”
“But that’s a good break…”
“Your eyes are so red I’m surprised you haven’t gone blind yet.”
Seven huffed, looking away and then at the plate in front of him. Its content looked like some kind of meat. He took a fork and suspiciously poked the surface.
“You haven’t poisoned it, have you? It looks too good to be sincere” he noticed.
“If you want I can splash it on your face. Will it look sincere enough?”
“No, thanks. I like it how it is” Seven muttered, taking the plate and spinning on his chair so that he wouldn’t have to face Vanderwood anymore.
Instead, his eyes fixated on the wall in front of him as he took the first bite of the food.
Walls, walls, walls. A red wall with thick, yellow stripes all over its lower half. Walls thick enough to not let a single sound outside. To separate him from the outside world. To make him believe he’s alone here, so that nothing ever bothers him.
But it was only the theory. He still would get bothered. By everything. By cats, photos, RFA, Vanderwood. And now by…
By the hopeless girl on the chat, the one who tried to break his peace, who felt like his opposite. Bright and innocent, with no dark past to haunt her, nor ties to some fishy organizations.
A complete opposite of himself.
He had no idea why it kept bothering him.
But he knew much enough to be aware that he won’t focus until he manages to get it all off his head.
“You’re really hopeless, you know?”
“No, you” Seven muttered, putting down the empty plate and glancing up at the other. Vanderwood stood in the doorstep of his working space, with his arms crossed. “Give me back my phone” the redhead ordered, but his colleague only snorted in response.
“Not until you rest.”
“That’s incredibly touching you suddenly started to care about my well-being but I still would rather you give me back my phone.”
“You’re addicted and not getting it back until you look like a human in the first place. I don’t want you to waste your time on being useless so at least spend try for once to look less vulnerable.”
“You’ll call me useless no matter if I-”
“Seven Zero Seven. Get your ass off the damn chair and get out of this house.”
“...Out?”
“Yes.”
“Out… like outside…?”
“Yes.”
Seven pressed his lips together, his face twisting in unease.
“But…”
“When was the last time you were outside? Was it like, in this century?”
“Oh excuse you, now you’re trying to insult me” Seven huffed, crossing his arms. “I was outside two months ago, don’t you remember?”
“Great! Then you don’t have to worry!” The mean apparently brought out his whole sarcasm supply. “You’re used to it, right? Or should I taser you and just throw your limp body out the door?”
A single bond of cold sweat ran down Seven’s neck.
“I-I will leave on my own” he mumbled, still not convinced but pretty much ensured that it’ll be safer for him this way.
But his doubt only grew stronger as he thought about what weather there is outside.
With no windows to look out through, he didn’t even know what season it was until he checked the date, and even then he wasn’t sure just how much of said season was visible outside. All he ever saw was Vanderwood dripping wet when he escaped the rain, or his red face when the sun was way too strong and the poor guy cursed all the clothes that were his usual attire.
For Seven, every day of the year was the same. He’d go out if there was a need to, and if there was none, he usually didn’t have time to take walks either. His load of work increased greatly since a few months ago a few other IT specialists have been fired due to… various circumstances Seven preferred not to know about. Ever since then, even Vanderwood was more stressed and usually decided to restrain Seven from making breaks even when the hacker was clearly overworked. He only ensured the redhead had some nutritious (not necessarily good-looking) food that made him able to stay up longer and work… till he fainted.
That’s how Seven’s life looked like and no matter how suffocating it was, he had no right to deny it. The realization was so strong that he managed to convince himself that he doesn’t want any other life. That it’s the best to just stay and work till the end of his miserable life.
However, on days like this, he got painfully reminded that food and work was not all he needed to live. Puffy eyes, increasing headache, a will to just faint so that he doesn’t have to deal with reality – that was his life now.
“...How long do I have to stay out?”
“...What?”
“Will you count the time? Is five minutes enough?”
Vanderwood’s eyebrow twitched dangerously.
“You’re kidding, aren’t you? I’m letting you leave and do whatever but you don’t even want to? You’re really hopeless.”
“Yeeah…”
“I don’t want to see you here before dinner.”
Pushing himself off the chair, Seven yawned and stretched, as if he just woke up from a nap. Not longer than five seconds later, he tripped over his own pants sprawled on the floor and fell down the short stairs that led from his workspace to the main room.
Vanderwood stared with his eyebrow raised, as the guy slowly stood up and limped to the main door, acting as tough as it was only possible with his ankle probably almost strained.
“You’re leaving like this?”
“What do you mean like this.”
“You know it’s autumn, don’t you?”
“What, already?” The man looked sincerely surprised.
His colleague rolled eyes.
“Put on a scarf or something. And don’t kill yourself while trying to walk. Good luck.” With these words, Vanderwood disappeared in the kitchen’s door, as if completely losing interest in Seven’s vulnerability.
Opening the closet next to the door, Seven started throwing everything out until he found a scarf – the only one he had. He couldn’t care less, but if it turned out to be cold outside, maybe the scarf would save him from catching a cold? Because a cold would definitely be the last thing he’d like to catch during this cursed walk.
The world inside was always different than outside. No one changed their bedroom depending on the weather or even season. So when you were inside, you could spend long days in a perfectly stable temperature, where it never rained, where you could focus on what wanted to because the weather wouldn’t absorb you.
The world outside was always different than inside. It was full of life, full of changes. One moment, you could be standing in the sun rays and the next – rain was dropping onto your head and you would ought to accept this fact. It was more difficult to focus on what you’d like to, because the surroundings would always somehow attract your attention. Their changes, moves, cycles.
That’s how the girl felt, walking among the trees slowly losing its colors and leaves. More and more, the world was fading to reds, yellows and blacks. Slowly, but constantly. And yet the changes were made in silence. Low whistling of the wind was nothing in comparison to what one heard outside the park. Here, everything was quiet and relaxing.
So when she went forward, ridden of her worries, hiding among a hat, scarf and ear warmers, the sight of a weirdly familiar silhouette was what she welcomed with peace. It didn’t disturb her at first, only brought out some curiosity, like a soft accent that rid her off the first signs of boredom.
The man sat on one of the benches, not really standing out. Among other people passing by or sitting on other benches, he looked really average. Maybe except for his intensively red hair and the childish scarf, but in the end, no one seemed to pay attention to him.
The girl did.
For a long while she stood in her place, subconsciously tilting her head to the side as she thought. Was it him, she asked herself. Pieces of images started roaming through her head, her eyebrows furrowed as she wondered, unsure whether the feeling she had was true or not. But once her eyes landed on the man’s hoodie, she recognized it in an instant, and it was enough to convince her.
She went forward, confidently at first, but when she came closer, she started noticing more and more in the other’s silhouette.
He was hiding his face’s lower half in the scarf tied tightly, but messily around his neck. His hands were tucked into the hoodie’s pockets, and behind a pair of glasses, she saw his eyes closed as the man just sat there, with no intention to even look around.
It was one of the colder days this Autumn. She made sure to not get cold herself, but the other apparently didn’t care much enough. Or maybe he didn’t notice it was that cold outside? He should have checked it. Or went back home when it turned out it’s colder than he predicted. How irresponsible of him.
She had to take this matter in her own hands and at least try to soothe his misery.
Sitting on a bench without as much as a phone to busy himself with was just boring. Boring as hell. He wanted to go home, but he left barely a quarter ago and he was afraid Vanderwood wouldn’t even let him back in.
The man didn’t let him even take a car (or more precisely – he blocked the garage’s door). He’d rather go to someplace warmer than that, but he didn’t take a wallet either. However, what he was lacking of the most, was a hat. His ears were so cold he flinched when he touched them with his hands. Oh, gloves would be nice too.
He closed his eyes, kind of wishing to just take a nap, completely ignoring how irresponsible it’d be. The coldness around, soft wind, everything was like a lullaby.
And when he was already about to give up and fall asleep, the steps of a person passing by suddenly stopped, pulling him out of the trance.
He heard many people passing by and steps were nothing out of ordinary. It’s just that the steps actually stopping were what brought out his uneasiness.
He opened his eyes and looked up at the silhouette in front of him.
Just a girl, he thought. Not a danger, he more of prayed than realized.
“Um… hi?” the girl spoke, smiling kindly. She extended her hands to him, showing him a cup of coffee, steaming and smelling. “Here, take it. You look like you need something to warm up.”
He stared back, dumbfounded. What did this girl want him to do? To take this cup? Was she giving him coffee?
Wait… Was it poisoned? Was she an enemy?
Or just someone who enjoyed poisoning innocent passers? No one just comes to a stranger and hands them a coffee. Things like this… just don’t happen. And he didn’t look like he’s homeless or something. So there was no reason to show him pity either.
He couldn’t let her know how suspicious he was though, could he? She’d think he’s smarter than her and that’d make the situation more dangerous. That’s what his instincts were telling him.
So he took the cup. It was warm, very warm. So warm he decided to just hold it in one hand for no longer than five seconds and then switch to the other. She probably didn’t feel it that strongly because she had gloves.
She has no idea how lucky she is, Seven thought.
“Er… thanks” he mumbled, trying to sound natural. He looked down at the cup, but his attention would never leave her silhouette.
“Can I… um… sit with you?” she uttered.
He shrugged.
“Sure.”
The girl sat next to him, in a safe distance, yet not awkwardly far. Her eyes were focused on him for some time as he tried to smell the coffee. She probably thought he was going to try it, but he more of wanted to find out what kind of toxin could be inside.
She didn’t look too bothered and just rested back, glancing up at the clouded sky.
“You don’t look prepared for Autumn, you know?” she chuckled.
He frowned, not responding. Was she trying to distract his attention? He wasn’t going to give in. For his own good.
The girl tilted her head to the side, a bit concerned.
“Are you feeling alright? You look upset” she noticed, pointing at his face. The man quickly hid himself in the scarf, welcoming the slight warmth it gave him when he exhaled and his own breath hit his face.
“I’m… fine. It’s just the weather, I guess” he mumbled.
“You should have taken something warmer than that” she scolded him.
“I… uh… guess so” he stuttered, unsure if that was the right thing to say. No one besides Vanderwood ever scolded him before. That was a weird feeling. “I was just in hurry, I guess.”
“Where were you hurrying if you’ve been sitting here for the last ten minutes at least?”
He frowned. Did she watch him before she approached? Suspicious.
“I was… hurrying out” he precised, even though he felt like he had no obligation to. What kind of conversation it even was?
The girl tilted her head to the side, clearly confused. Should he explain that? Probably not. But on the other hand, what harm would it be?
“Well… My maid said I should breathe with fresh air for once” he said, shrugging. The hotness of the coffee cup in his hands became unbearable and he put it on the ground next to the bench, hoping so that he doesn’t accidentally knock it over. Or… should he? So that he spills the poison… if there’s one… the girl won’t be able to urge him to drink it… Was it even poisonous in the first place…? Just what kind of situation it was?!
The girl laughed, as if he just said a good joke. But he didn’t. Why was she laughing?
“It’s hard to imagine it. But your maid must be a very specific person” she noticed, smiling cheerfully, which he knew from the wrinkled skin around her eyes, as the lower half of her face was hidden underneath that thick scarf of hers.
“Well… yes, she’s specific” he only admitted, afraid of spilling any more. Staring at the girl for a few long seconds, his thoughts started to stir. Something in his mind started to shuffle, as though there was some kind of thought, begging for him to hear. Something deadly obvious he couldn’t quite put his hands on.
“Do I… have something on my face?” the girl asked and he quickly shook his head, pushing his hands into the pockets of his hoodie and looking down as he was doing before. “Hm… What are you going to do? You know like. It’ll start getting dark soon, and even colder, do you have to stay here? If your maid doesn’t want you back at home, we can go to some cafeteria at least. You shouldn’t risk catching a cold like this. She surely wouldn’t like that either.”
He shivered at the thought of Mary Vanderwood 3rd yelling at him for getting sick on his day off.
Somehow, the girl’s attempt to lead him somewhere else calmed down his mistrust. He glanced down at the cup of coffee, slowly cooling down on the ground. The girl looked like she completely forgot about it.
“And how about you?” he asked, picking up the cup and warming his hands on it again. It was already cold enough to hold it normally. The coffee inside must have been good to drink by now, but there was something still holding him back from doing so.
“Hm?”
“Weren’t you on your way somewhere? Is it normal for you to just… stop by and buy strangers coffees?”
Strangers.
What Seven could not, by any chance, be aware of, the girl merely smirked at the remark. She was very well aware by now that the man just didn’t recognize her.
“That’s not a bad thing to do, you know” she smiled. “Especially when you see someone freeze because of their own stupidity” she added with such kindness in her tone that he was dumbfounded for the next few seconds, torn between did she just diss me and no way she would do that.
He must have made a really funny face because the girl suddenly started to laugh. And he just kept staring, unsure what else to do.
“Come on… I didn’t think you’d be so gloomy in real...” he noticed slight hesitation in her voice, when the girl corrected herself. “Laugh will help you warm up!”
“...I’m warm” he mumbled, taking a sip of his coffee.
Did he really just do that?
He panicked slightly, staring down at the cup. The coffee was still somewhat warm, with a perfect amount of sugar, maybe a bit too strong for his liking, but the milk was making up for it. But overall, it tasted just normal. He was aware some kinds of poisons had no flavor and he wouldn’t be able to recognize them. Yet…
It was just so tempting to give in. The girl didn’t look like she was a bad person. All she did was… just too sincere to be a cover-up. Because she made herself so suspicious in his eyes he just didn’t believe it all would be to make him give in. That would have to be some twisted kind of double bind.
He took another sip.
“You’re dumb” she exclaimed in such a straightforward voice he had no space there to disagree. He just pressed his lips together and took yet another sip, as though filling the stagnant silence with coffee.
“Yeet.”
The silence that took over from the next moment was way more relaxing and the two didn’t bother either looking at each other or even moving much. They both just stared forward as they sat, eyes glued to the world around. Seven, a bit warmed up already, felt more willing to actually look at anything besides his own feet and only then he started to notice how Autumn had started to take over the park.
Seasons were something quite weird to him. He never really saw them change. He just saw the results. In his childhood, he didn’t get to look outside too often. Once he grew up a bit, his house didn’t even have windows to peek through.
Yet when he looked up, he felt some kind of longing. The Autumn sky held some sort of nostalgia, as though he’s been waiting for the whole year to see it.
“It’s time for me” the girl suddenly announced. Seven glanced at her and although unwittingly, he felt quite disappointed with the fact he won’t get to sit with her anymore. They haven’t talked much. It was each other’s presence that kept them there, not some kind of conversation. “It’s quite cold already.”
There was no kind of mutual feeling connecting them, and no bonds.
Barely a few days of vague knowing, not enough to set anything for sure, and not enough for the one to recognize the other on a street. Not enough for the other to see through the sadness that dwelt in the man for over twenty years of his life.
Enough to enjoy the touch of weather, to rest in the soft colors, as though nothing else in the world existed, besides wind and leaves.
“Thanks for the coffee” Seven said, staring as she stood up, fixing the scarf wrapped around her neck.
“Sure. Don’t want strangers around me to get sick” she hummed, sending him a sincere smile.
Seven smiled against himself, but hid it in his own scarf.
“Well, anyway. Get going soon too, or you’ll get sick” she added, pushing hands in her coat’s pockets. Another smile lightened up her face. “Have a good day, Luciel.”
With these words, she walked away, quickly disappearing behind the trees where the park alley turned.
Seven stared forward dumbly for a few long minutes, as though unsure how to proceed this whole situation.
Luciel.
His name he never shared with the strange girl, yet the one she knew.
She knew.
She knew him.
The man, with his face completely unmoved, finished the last sip of coffee and threw the cup perfectly into the nearby trashcan. Now he could say that with hundred percent certainty.
My piece for @saeranzine that I completely forgot to post, hi.
I just wanted to say that this zine is one of the best things that happened to me during my time in this fandom. I’m thankful for every single person that was a part of it.
The room is dark, with a few computer screens to lighten it up a little, but not enough to make it seem less unfriendly. The walls and floor radiate with coldness, relieving from the hot weather outside, but seeping through one’s body as if to remind them of their fate.
The young man sits there, eyes fixated on one of the screens, analyzing all the details as if he hasn’t done it enough times before to know what’s about to happen.
But even if he knows exactly what the girl’s about to do at this time of the day, his eyes don’t leave her silhouette, taking in the structure of her skin, the slight frown on her face, the way she stares at her own reflection for longer than he ever would, using all these brushes and pencils to make herself look as the social standards tell her to.
He couldn’t care less about whether or not she does that, or how much time she spends on it, and neither about how expensive the cosmetics are. He doesn’t know how a woman, according to those standards, should look like.
He only stares at her, wondering what kind of person she truly is, and keeps telling himself that he only needs to keep an eye on her, to know whether she’s not planning something vicious that would put the whole plan at risk.
But he knows she’s not. It took her merely a few days to get used to this peculiar situation, and now it seems as though the apartment is her own place. She made sure everything stayed clean, and cooked her own meals, which she always focused on so much he wondered how she felt while doing so – all he ever made for himself, was some rice he ate dry out of lack of anything else.
In the middle of putting on the black thing she has that weird brush for – was it called mascara? – her phone lets out a ping and she reaches for it, immediately stopping her doing. His own phone receives a notification as well, meaning the RFA chat is open.
There is only one person in the chatroom. The nickname of Luciel Choi doesn’t make him even flinch, he’s been watching over this app for too long to be affected. But he hates the attitude the redhead hacker makes towards her, so different compared to the other members.
The girl clearly doesn’t reciprocate his feelings, and that much of a comfort Saeran has. He's being as stupid as always, making an idiot out of himself. What is he thinking? Does he want to lure her into believing he likes her?
To give her the sense of safety, of being cared for, maybe even loved… only to leave her out there, alone, in despair, once a better chance appeared ahead?
Couldn’t be. Can’t be.
What would he gain from that? What does he want from her…?
The messages keep flooding through the chatroom. Saeran feels an urge to force Seven out of the chatroom, only so that he’d leave the girl alone. But he’s aware he could easily make a mistake and get tracked if he did so. He has to endure.
“I checked the CCTV and nothing strange happened!
I’ve been looking at it every 2.35 seconds just in case something happens.”
Saeran shakes his head. Even now, the redhead does what he shouldn’t. The cameras won’t show anything interesting, he knows that. He should focus on trying to track Saeran instead.
“Are you a stalker or something? ;;”
Exactly! It’s creepy, watching over her all the time as if he had nothing more important to do.
“I want to go to MC and protect her myself!
Can’t believe there’s nothing I can do…!!!”
“Don’t come.”
He lets out a huff of irritation at how persistent the redhead can be, though he huff ends with a chuckle when he sees the girl’s reaction. She couldn’t be more blunt, and he likes that. He shakes his head, but once he looks at the screen again, the boost of messages makes his head ache. He has a sudden urge to turn everything off.
I have a mission, he reminds himself quickly, reaching for a bottle of water he keeps under the desk. But the bottle is empty and he lets out a quiet whimper of annoyance.
He stands up abruptly, almost knocking the chair over. He doesn’t feel like going to the kitchen now, there’s always so many people. He goes to the bathroom instead with the bottle, and starts to fill it with the water from the sink.
He stares at the mirror in silence as the soft sound of pouring water echoes in the cold room. Looking away after merely a few seconds, he realizes how much he and the girl are different.
And he wonders once again, what kind of person she truly is.
Does she love herself enough to not cringe every time she looks in the mirror?
The waters keeps streaming down, till it pours over the edge of the bottle and streams down its walls now. He stares at it, as if enchanted. The water is way colder than his fingers. The coldness sinks in through his nerves. His fingers become numb and he moves them slightly, as if to check whether he’s still able to.
He turns off the water and looks at his reflection again. With his wet hand, he slicks his hair back, wanting to see the difference.
The mint color of his eyes seems more intense than usual. The shade is somehow comforting yet frustrating at the same time. He feels as if his eyes don’t belong to him anymore, claimed by his Savior, the one who’s watching over him all the time.
He feels an urge to comb down his hair so that it covers his face completely, so that no one can see it. But it’d be a problem if he couldn’t see what he’s doing, so he just takes the bottle and goes back to the room, calmer than before, yet somewhat uneasy.
He sits by his desk and stares at the screen, curiosity welling up in him once again. He can’t help but stare as the girl puts her phone down and gets back to all these accessories. She’s almost done by now. It’s nearly noon so soon, she will be leaving to college. Is she a good student? He didn’t find hacking into her studying records necessary. But he may do it some other day.
He bites on his lip when the girl starts to brush her hair. Her face is emotionless, unbothered.
Her attitude is something he can’t quite get a hold on. If she was as enthusiastic as the redhead, he’d assume she’s just as stupid as him. She had ben cheerful for the first few days… but now it seems as though she changed her mind, unwilling to get any closer to the hacker. Did she get bored of him? Of the RFA?
If that’s the truth, would she be able to carry the party to an end? It’d be better to know whether she’ll keep working on it, and not one day just leave, ruining the whole plan… If such a thing happened, he wouldn’t be able to play the same trick again. RFA wouldn’t let another stranger in. It was the only chance to make it seem as though it was the group’s founder’s wish.
It actually is, he thinks. They don't have to know the real purpose, though.
Not yet. Not until they were all invited to the final party.
He’s getting impatient, he realizes. And unsure, whether or not it will work out. If the girl is already getting bored, he has to hurry up before she changes her mind and leaves.
Which means… he has to change the plans a little.
Pushing himself away from the desk and letting his wheeled chair spin around a little, he plays with his phone for a few minutes, putting it all together in his head.
Once his fingers dial the number, he puts it by his ear and waits. Glancing at the screen of the CCTV camera, he spots the girl go through the room, wondering as to who may be calling her at this time.
He sees her frown slightly when she stares at the screen for a few seconds before clicking the green button. He hears a shuffling noise when she put it to her ear.
There’s silence for the next few seconds, as neither of them speaks. Quiet sound of breathing comes out from both of the speakers, but it feels as though the time just stopped and they didn’t breathe anymore, enchanted by each other’s presence.
“…Hello?” she finally speaks, her voice cutting down the nervous silence.
He starts to cough and sees the girl frown at the sound.
“Are you… okay, sir?”
He shakes his head, annoyed with himself. Is that really the first thing he made her hear? Not intimidating at all!
“Hi, there” he finally lets out.
Hi, there?! Is that really the best he can do?!
“I’m sorry, but… do I know you?” the girl asks, her voice showing doubt and distrust.
He takes a short moment to compose himself before speaking again.
“You already forgot? It’s been only five days.”
Staring at the computer screen, he spots the girl’s eyes widen.
“You’re the…” her voice changes, showing uneasiness and – somehow – curiosity. “…the Unknown person…”
He smirks, scratching his forehead.
“Didn’t you want to meet me? You seemed quite interested back then, MC.” She flinches when he says her name. Probably because she still doesn’t know his. “So? Are you still interested in meeting me?”
“I’m…” She hesitates, but he doesn’t pry. He waits patiently for her to make her mind. “It would be a lie to say I don’t want to, but if I was to meet you, I’m not sure if it’d be a good decision to make in the first place. I’m… still confused over what’s happened. Not only me, apparently. If I agreed, would you tell me what you want to do…?”
He laughs softly.
“So you're cautious, but interested. Don’t you worry your pretty head though, princess. If I wanted to hurt you, I would have done it by now. But I need you. You’re the main character here, don’t you know by now~?”
She huffs.
“I have no idea what you mean by that. But yes, I’m aware you want something. Care to share?”
He laughs again, but this time the sound is almost warm, not as threatening as his voice merely a few moments ago.
“Not yet. Be patient, and you’ll soon find out everything… Probably even sooner than planned~”
“What do you mean by that…?”
The girl’s frown deepens when she analyzes thoroughly every single word. Yet, there’s still too many clues missing to let her figure it out on her own.
For a short while he stares forward, deep in his thoughts as well. When he asks the next question, his voice is calm, almost emotionless.
“Do you want to find happiness?”
“I do.”
Her voice is confident, as if she knew the answer for this question long ago. He grins.
“Well, then. You’ll find it soon.”
“What do you…”
“Just be patient. I will come to you soon. Can you trust me?”
“I-I think so…”
Her voice trembled, holding hesitance. But as she gullibly spoke these few words, he already knew he is already midway to convincing her.
“Well, then. Wait for me, princess. I’ll show you the real paradise. You’ll be a special guest to our party. The last party of the RFA.”
Pairing: V x Reader
Title: for your safety.
Word count: 4331
Rating: Vore. It’s not sexual, but it may make you uncomfortable if you don’t tolerate such things. Minor spoilers for V’s route.
You were painfully aware that this place was doing no good to you. Constant nerves, the risk of too many different scenarios to even prepare for, the elixir you were almost given, the people who held you hostage even though… you had nothing to do with the whole situation.
It wasn’t your war. It was an accident you’ve been put in a place like this. You didn’t know these people and neither did you know how to help them, even if you really wanted to.
But all you’ve got, was even more stress, even more fear, even more… not knowing, how your next day would look like.
And you couldn’t help but feel yourself falter, too nervous to sleep, with your stomach so clenched you couldn’t eat either. You felt tired all the time and it didn’t take long for you to get sick. With your forehead burning from a fever, and your muscles aching too much to get out of the bed.
It didn’t take Ray long to notice. But he couldn’t know how to help you. He couldn’t understand.
All he could, was to cure the physical symptoms. And so he promised to do.
That evening, when you were buried in the bedsheets, with your phone in your hands, yet too drowsy to use it, you heard the knocking on the door and sat up slowly, letting out a weak, feverish “come in”.
The man in magenta suit smiled softly, greeting you. He clearly was in hurry and you didn’t want to bother him. He asked you about your wellbeing, as he always would. He was polite and almost cheerful, yet you could notice him constantly worried from how he watched you, trying to figure out how sick you actually were. You obviously wouldn’t tell him everything… Yet he just knew.
From the pocket of his suit, he took out a small bottle with a label on it. All it read was some numbers, but you panicked internally, recalling the last time he was to give you something to drink.
“I-it’s not the elixir” he said quickly, seeing your eyes widen in fear. “It’s a medicine… An actual one. It should put you to sleep for some time and let your body regenerate. Please, take it before going to sleep. It’ll make you feel better.”
Sleep surely was what you needed and you nodded, taking the bottle and placing it on your night drawer.
Ray excused himself and left, and you slumped down onto the bed, trying to ignore the headache that most likely stemmed from the fever.
Not even five minutes passed before you heard the knocking again. But you instantly knew that it’s someone else, Ray’s knocking always was… just different.
“Come in…?” you said, a bit unsure. The knob moved and the door opened, revealing the only face that could actually make you relieved.
It was V and, even though he seemed – as always – nervous, his presence made you calm down in an instant. You smiled softly.
“Hi there…”
V sighed.
“You don’t look well… But I’m glad nothing bad happened to you yet” he said quietly, checking if there was no one following him outside the room. He went in and closed the door. You could see he’d rather lock it, but the magnetic lock could be opened by anyone with the Magenta card anyway.
“Yet? Do you know about something I don’t?” You tilted your head to the side, crossing your legs as you sat on the bed, encouraging him to sit down as well. He hesitated, but then came closer, sitting on the edge of the mattress.
“Not much, but… Rika may soon find out you haven’t drunk the elixir. Ray won’t be able to hide it from her too long… He’s too loyal for that…” he sighed.
“So… we need to figure out a way to get me out of her as soon as possible.” It was nothing new for you now.
“But you need to be healthy first… I heard Ray brought you something. I see you haven’t taken it yet” he glanced at the bottle and you looked at it too, frowning slightly.
“He literally just was here to bring it. But… I was wondering, if…”
“If he didn’t lie to you?”
Exactly.
How could you even trust him after all he’s done…
“I don’t think that’s the case. Ray cares about you, no matter how it may look like.”
Of course he does… He brought you here and locked like a princess in the tower, unable to even leave this particular floor.
But it didn’t matter. You didn’t know what to think of Ray, but so far, V has never failed you.
“I’ll take it now, then.” You reached for the bottle. V’s eyes never left yours as you, a bit hesitantly, opened the bottle. “Should I drink… all of this? Maybe half would be enough” you mumbled, but he didn’t answer.
You sighed. Your fever only got worse in the meanwhile. Of course it’d be the best to just get over it. It wasn’t really likely for it to be poisonous. You shook your head and drank the whole liquid on one go, for this short moment deciding to not think of possible consequences.
“Do you want to be alone now?”
V’s voice was unsure as always, as he wondered whether or not it’d make you uncomfortable.
“No, I’d rather… Just in case something happens” you mumbled quickly, feeling the drowsiness take over your body and you laid down, curling up among the sheets.
Your stomach grumbled and for a brief moment, the headache disappeared, along with all other pain you’d feel at that moment. Or no… everything disappeared. All the emotions and sensations, for the few seconds, everything just disappeared, leaving you completely ridden of your feelings, of your personality.
And just as you felt like you’re about to pass out, your body started to itch.
And then – what you weren’t aware of in how dizzy you became – your body started to shrink, to the point of it being of the size of a small doll, not more than ten centimeters tall.
Your own confusion was so huge you didn’t even see the terrified expression on V’s face, who literally just saw you shrinking down to such a form.
Everything around you was giant and you honestly wondered if it was the elixir causing some hallucinations. It was until V’s voice brought you back to reality.
“…MC?”
You surely didn’t feel drowsy anymore and you glanced up, suddenly realizing that your clothes stayed in their natural size, and your vulnerable, goddamn Thumbelina form was completely naked.
You reached, covering yourself with the collar or your shirt. Collar alone was enough to cover you whole and you stared up at the other.
“…What’s… this supposed to mean?” you muttered, panicking. The returning fever was nowhere close to the actual problem you had at the moment.
But V didn’t look like he was able to give you the answer and he was completely speechless, for a long while just staring down.
When he finally retreated, he started stuttering, not really knowing what’s the right thing to say… nor how should he even react in general.
“I don’t… think that’s how this medicine should work like” you said, wrapping arms around yourself. It was uncomfortable, and everything around you was so big you were genuinely scared of being crushed by anything. You were even more vulnerable than you’d usually be at this place.
“It’s surely not… W-wait” he reached the bottle now, reading the label. There were only numbers on it and he frowned. “…Oh.”
“What? What does it say?”
“I think I know what’s the medicine Ray was going to give you… They all have numbers, you see, the sleeping medicine’s number is 1287…” He sighed. “This one is 7281… One and seven are so similar he may have confused them… I don’t know what this mixture is. I’ll have to go to the health department to check that…”
“W-wait, don’t leave me here” you panicked. If anyone was to enter and see you like this, you’d either give them a heart attack, get stepped on or even kidnapped – it’s not like you’d be able to protect yourself in any way, except for hiding in somewhere. But what if there were mice?! With your height, they’d be as dangerous as a huge dog would be normally. Or rats?! Even worse!
“I-I don’t think it’s a good idea to carry you around” he admitted. “Something may happen to you…”
“I’m not staying here!” you protested.
“But if someone sees you-”
“Then we’ll have to make sure no one does.” You crossed your arms, determined to push your point through.
You knew that eventually, he’d agree. And so he did.
He made you wait here for the maximum of a few minutes when he went into another room. When he came back, he had a small dress by himself – still too big for your size, but it was already good enough for you to wear. Even if it was awfully uncomfortable with the sews going in the way.
He explained that he saw another believer’s collection of dolls and borrowed it, as most of the believers had their prayers now.
Smart of him, you had to admit.
You felt a bit more relieved in actual clothes on yourself, even though it didn’t fix the general problem of your size.
“MC…” You glanced up, still fixing the silky material as he folded your usual clothes and put them on the chair. “Once we find out what happened to you, we will need to find a way to change you back, but… If you’re okay with it, this may be the only way to get you out of here. No one will notice you” he said slowly. “Would you be okay with that…?”
“If it really is our best option, I don’t mind. Just make sure I get back to normal once it’s over” you sighed and he nodded. Placing his hand on the bed, you clumsily climbed onto it, letting him set you on his shoulder. You sat down, clutching onto his hair to not lose balance.
He carefully stood up, slowly going to the door.
“Hold me tightly, okay? I don’t know if I’ll be able to catch you if you fall. So please, be careful” he said.
You only leaned against his neck.
“Sure… I’ll try.”
From your voice, he figured you were feeling drowsy again. But there was nothing he could do anymore, except for trying to walk as peacefully as possible, only to not accidentally shake you off.
And it turned out to not be that difficult. You almost fell asleep, but his shoulder was wide enough for you to not even feel the danger. His soft smell was more intense from this distance, and it made you only more sleepy. As you passed the Magenta’s corridors, there was nothing bothering you.
Until you heard the steps and V turned around, alarmed.
You were in a narrow corridor, with no place to hide. And the steps were getting closer, you were sure that any moment someone could appear from behind the corner.
Too close. Too dangerous. The light was so bright you were sure that even if he hid you among his clothes, it’d still be a problem. If anyone was to push him, or bump into him, they could accidentally even break your spine.
The world was too dangerous for you now and you two grew painfully aware of the fact, that going any further was even more of a risk. And if you were to ever get out of the place, you surely wouldn’t be able to do that without being seen or even someone going through all of his pockets, to make sure he doesn’t carry anything dangerous. You just wouldn’t go unnoticed.
“MC…”
The steps were even closer and he had no time to even find a way out of this. The next turn in the corridor was too far for the two of you to reach it before someone noticed you first. And what if there was someone there too?
“Do you trust me?”
You did. More than anyone, in that matter. You nodded, when he took you in his hands, carrying gently.
“I’m sorry… Try to relax” he said.
And before you were able to react, you were place on his tongue, and he gently pushed you down, making you squirm in panic at how unexpected it was. The warm breath surrounded you and you felt yourself slip down to his throat, where his fingers didn’t reach anymore.
The whole body shook around you and in that moment you knew that your body is too big for him to be able to swallow it without a problem. You suddenly panicked that you’d get stuck in his throat and make him choke, so you straightened yourself, letting your body slip down, till the space around you became more loose and you suddenly fell, landing on something soft. There was darkness around you, and your body was covered in V’s saliva, which wasn’t as uncomfortable as you thought you’d be. The space around you was soft and when you laid down, panting, with the warmth surrounding you, you felt at ease, thinking that it was the only place that you actually wouldn’t be noticed at by anyone.
After the first panic impulse finally died down, you finally felt safe and cozy, and curled up in the corner of V’s inner flesh, where you felt the most comfortable. Trying not to think about how will it be possible to get back out of here, you just laid there motionlessly, listening to the sounds from outside the body.
Everything was muffled and you didn’t hear the steps at first. But once they appeared, you heard the voices.
“Are you okay, believer?”
“I-I am…” V’s voice sounded a bit weak. It must have been uncomfortable to swallow something so big. And you didn’t know if it wouldn’t hurt him now that you were there. You probably damaged the sensitive walls of his throat while trying to push yourself through, and you couldn’t help but feel sorry about it.
“I think you should take more elixir. You don’t look well these days” the voice said, but the steps instantly started to recede and you sighed with relief. You felt the space around you shake a bit when – as you assumed – V started moving forward. You heard a door being opened and then closed behind him. V finally stood still, sighing with relief.
“Can you… hear me?” he asked. His voice was quiet, but you heard him well.
“Yeah… And can you?”
“Yes. I-I’m sorry…” he started and from the way his voice wavered you thought that he may be close to breaking down.
“N-no no, don’t be!” you said right away. “It really was the only option we had… I-it’s just that- U-um…” You shifted a bit. “I-I panicked a bit that you’d want to like… y-you know… I-I mean you technically did eat me, b-but I panicked that you’d want to- you know- I-it’s unbelievably stupid that I even thought about it. B-but it was unexpected. I-it’s okay now. D-don’t be sorry. It’s… better this way.”
He sighed and you felt the space around you clench. You let out a quiet whimper when you were pushed into a different position. He must have sat down, and his stomach’s shape changed as well, squishing you in it. But the flesh was soft. You couldn’t move, but it didn’t crush you.
“U-um, sorry, are you okay…?”
“It’s fine, don’t worry” you replied right away.
“It must be a bit…”
“Could be worse” you couldn’t help but chuckle. “We should go, though. Are you okay? Normally, I’d recommend you to drink some water, but I think it’s not the best idea as for now…”
He laughed, too and the space around you vibrated. You leaned down, relaxing a bit. It wasn’t bad like this. In warmth. He was protecting you now, wasn’t he?
“We should hurry and find out how to turn me back. Or when the effect wears off. I wouldn’t want to get back to natural shape while here… It may be a bit… you know, dangerous” you muttered. Now that you thought about it, if you were to grow back, there would be nothing you would be able to do to stop V’s entrails from bursting… And he wouldn’t be able to survive this. You couldn’t let that happen.
“You’re right… Let’s go.”
He stood up, once more making his muscled shift. You were almost pushed into his duodenum, and you quickly climbed back, setting at a nicer place.
You closed your eyes, relaxing a bit. No matter how long the travel would be, there was nothing you could do, except for being as peaceful as possible, to not cause V any more discomfort than he probably already was experiencing.
It took a few minutes, and every time you heard someone else’s steps, you were worried of something bad happening. But nothing did. No one talked to V ever again, and when you heard another door open in front of him, you heard him sigh in relief.
“Where are we?” you asked quietly, unsure if you can speak loudly – you didn’t know if there wasn’t anyone in the room as well.
But the man replied normally.
“In the health department information storage. They’ve got all the codes. Give me a moment. I need to find the specifics on the one you took. I’ll use the computer database” he explained to you. Soon later, he sat down again and you heard the sound of typing. Except for it, there was a complete silence around you. But the warmth started getting unbearable and your fever only went up after all this time.
You didn’t feel like staying here would do any good to your organism. And you started getting drowsy. You just feared that if you fell asleep, V would panic at your lack of response. And what if you’d grow back if you lost attention? Too risky.
“Got something?” you finally asked.
“Yes, hmm… Number 7281. They discovered this elixir by accident and let a few willing people use it on themselves, to check the symptoms… There’s nothing that may speed up the process of growing up, but statistically, it takes them around three hours to grow back.
“So how long do we have?”
“No more than two hours to get out of here…”
“Let’s hurry” you said, feeling nervous again. If it was a statistically three hours, it meant the difference could differ depending on the person. And it meant that at any point, you could start growing back. It would be a problem.
You didn’t see it, but V nodded, turning off the programs and leaving the room as it was before.
“Do you have any plan on how to get out of here?” you asked.
“It won’t be a problem. They let believers like me leave the Magenta as they please, because they always come back. They assume it’d be impossible for them to get through the forest, but I have a car parked a few miles from here. It’ll take some time to get there, but we’ll be able to do that without a problem. The only thing is, that I have to go back to take your clothes. I’ll hide them under the robe, so no one will notice… Unless…”
“Unless?”
“Unless someone’s already seen you gone from your room…”
You held your breath. If there was any chance that Ray or any other believer was there to check on you, it’d be a trouble. V would be the most suspicious if he tried to get into that room.
“Can’t we take clothes from someone else?”
“I don’t think so, at this hour everyone will be in their rooms. They just finished the prayers. Even the one I took the dress from is probably back there by now…”
You sighed.
“W-we’ll think of something later. It’s not the most important now.”
“I-I will lend you my blanket, i-it’s in the car… Or my robe.”
“Good enough” you chuckled.
And so you went. With the clear plan on your minds.
There was nothing complicated in it. V was in hurry, which resulted in his stomach shifting more than you’d like to. But it wasn’t something you wouldn’t be able to bear with. Right now, he was risking the most. You could deal with this inconvenience. And you were grateful, more than ever.
What you couldn’t see, he went into the garden and went through it, leaving through the back gate. Once you found yourselves in the forest, he went around hundred meters and carefully sat down on the ground.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“Yeah, I’m fine” you mumbled. He must have heard your voice getting weaker.
“I need to get you out of here now. I will carry you till you’re back to your normal shape, but travelling like this is not safe for either of us” he said softly. You felt something press against you. Did he place his hand on his stomach? It felt nice. You smiled, placing your own hand on the inner wall.
It lasted only a brief moment before you retreated, realizing that you had something more important to think of now.
“How do we, um… How do we do that?” you asked, rubbing your eyelids to wake yourself up.
“I could… I could lie down and let you climb out. Or I can swallow a thread. You’d hold onto it and I’ll pull you back out… But it may feel quite… inconvenient…” Being pushed through his throat again…? More than about yourself, you were worried that he’d start to choke and lose his strength, unable to pull you up. But then you’d be always able to try to climb out. Unlike the slippery walls of his stomach, it should be easier to clutch onto the nape of his tongue. It would work. It had to work.
“Do you have a thread for this?” you asked.
“I always try to have a piece of twine by myself. I’ll tie a bead on its end to make it easier for you to hold onto. Let me know when you got it, okay?”
He was surprisingly eager to do such things. You thought that if you were to do the same, you’d feel disgusted with the thought of swallowing a twine. It was inconvenient enough as it was, but the feeling of something long and thin going down your throat was incredibly unpleasant, and that much you were aware of after accidentally swallowing your own hair once. But hair was thinner. Swallowing a twine could be compared to a torture method.
But he was willing to sacrifice himself, if it meant confirming your safety.
You wondered if you’d ever be able to be so devoted to someone, too.
You heard the soft gagging noise. You didn’t see the twine, so you had to get up and blindly reach for it, till your hand met the wooden bead. It was small, but right now it was of the size of your fist. You made sure it was tied well and wrapped the twine around yourself, holding onto it with the both of your hands.
“You can… pull” you said, a bit nervously.
The twine pulled you up and you tried to relax, to not get stuck in his throat again. At the same time you were scared of losing the hold on the twine and having to repeat the whole process. You held your breath, knowing that in the tight throat, you wouldn’t be able to catch much air anyway. You closed your eyes, feeling the tightness wrap around you, and you almost panicked again, ensured that you’d get stuck once more, and that you wouldn’t be able to either get out or go back down. Or that you’d start growing at the same time.
Finally, the space around you changed from vertical to horizontal, and you felt yourself land on the soft tongue. You sighed with relief, glancing at the light that radiated from between V’s teeth. You weakly reached, placing one hand on his lower lip.
He didn’t speak, unable to with you in his mouth. But the slight trembling of his lips made you realize just how nervous he was.
“I-I’m okay” you said, knowing that’s exactly what he needs to know now.
He tilted his head down, letting you slip down and into his hands, which caught you gently. The chill air filled your lungs, the cold breeze brushing away the consuming fever.
You opened your eyes.
“Princess? Did you sleep well?”
You glanced up at the ceiling of your pastel room. The light surrounded you, quite different from what you expected. You felt the dried sweat on your forehead and a mighty need to get a shower.
A man in magenta suit stood next to your bed. He just opened the window, letting the fresh air in. You inhaled, enjoying this freshness.
“You look way better now” he said. “Did the medicine help?” he smiled, clearly fond of how your state got better through the night.
Because it was a morning now.
You sighed deeply, rubbing your eyelids.
“I think I’m not ill anymore. I’m good” you announced, smiling back.
“I’m glad then. I need to go back to work, but text me if you need anything.”
After he left, you stared at the door for a short while, taking your time to proceed how much of what happened was a dream.
The thought of being imprisoned in this room again was intoxicating.
And yet, you knew that quite soon, you’d be able to safely get out of here.
Let’s say, it was a gut feeling.
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Love your new site! Prompt: M/M and mischief managed.
Thank you, anon! Took me a while to figure just how to use that prompt, but when I did, it dropped into my head fully formed, and dammit, I love writing this universe! Set after all the angst, a bit of a snipped from a school holiday week....(as always, unending love & thanks to my beta and #1 cheerleader, lala-kate. Love you, sis!)
Parboiled
She’s drifting somewhere in that halfway state between sleep and waking, where thoughts become as fanciful and flexible as dreams. The fleeting thought of how out of shape she is and that she really needs to get serious about getting back to her yoga practice.
A perfectly balanced natarajasana pose crumbles into reality with a loud shout from downstairs.
“Mum!”
She blinks, wondering just how long she’s managed to sleep in this morning. The voice calls out again, the summons followed by an unintelligible question for her to answer.
She turns to look into groggy blue eyes, blinking back sleep and echoing her own confusion.
“Mu-um!”
This time it’s drawn into two very long syllables.
Matthew sighs beside her before calling out an answer, “George!”
She winces at the shout so close to her ear, and he nuzzles a kiss into the nape of her neck, a murmured “Sorry,” echoing more through his chest pressed into her back than her actual hearing.
She stretches slightly, yawning as she quietly asks, “I’m sorry, you wanted to stay home this holiday week because?”
He chuckles against her, lips a bit more than teasing along her neck and into the curve of her shoulder this time. “Because at least here there are videos and games to entertain while I manage some mischief.”
She can’t help grinning, toes still feeling slightly curled about just how well he had managed that mischief earlier.
Before fingers and lips can wander too far once more, there is a loud thump on the bedroom door followed by a clearly enunciated, “Mum, what does ‘parboiled’ mean?”
Matthew’s forehead hits her shoulder as he groans and she has to swallow a chuckle laced with a sigh of her own before she manages to clear her throat.
“Why exactly do you need to know what parboiled means?” She tosses a glance behind her to Matthew, knowing they have more than a little reason to be suspicious.
There is a slight pause, and she can she almost see him shuffling his feet and schooling his face into his most angelic expression. “Because I’m curious and like to learn new things.”
She rolls her eyes and nudges her shoulder back into Matthew as she shifts to her back so she can poke him in the chest.
“This is all you, Isobel warned me what you were like,” she mutters, hoping her words to Matthew would tamp down the temper she didn’t want to snap back at George.
He bats her hand away, giving her an over-injured expression, before stepping in with an authoritative tone. “George, what are the rules about being in the kitchen unsupervised?”
The slight hesitation in response from the other side of the door is enough for them to exchange raised brows at each other. “But, I didn’t —”
“George.” The warning in Matthew’s tone is more than clear.
A flurry of footsteps comes from down the hall, and sounds of scuffle outside the door with a muted thump against the paneling is followed by George’s voice. “Ow! Lucy, quit it! Stop, I didn’t — shhh!”
There is another thump and more whispered exchange before footsteps flutter away again back down the hall. She can just picture a now overly-flustered George on the other side of the door and grins back at Matthew.
He sighs and rolls his eyes at her. “George, you have five minutes to clean up whatever you have gotten to in the kitchen.”
“But, Papa, I didn’t —”
“I’m setting the timer now.” He makes a face at her as George lets out an exaggerated sigh of frustration and stomps back down the stairs.
Shaking her head, she wonders when it became legal for eight year olds to have so much teenage attitude.
“Did I mention how much I am enjoying this holiday?” she asks dryly.
“Did I mention what I was going to do to you in the next four and a half minutes?” His fingers and other areas of his anatomy punctuate his answering growl, making her laugh and wiggle away from him, not letting him off that easy. A hand finds its way to her most ticklish spot, just under her ribs, and she can’t help the squeal that escapes against his shoulder, as his lips search for another spot behind her ear, one that elicits a more erotic response from her body, but just as immediate and intense.
Just as she’s ready to surrender once again to his ministrations and the rapidly growing inferno between her thighs, her brain slowly registers the quick succession of knocks on the door before it flies open. An elbow to Matthew’s chest, the instinctive grab for the sheet over naked breasts, and she can’t help but laugh at the dashing swirl of ruffled white nightdress, dark hair in a mad birds-nest of tangles, and sparkly purple faerie wings that is now scrambling up onto his side of the bed with a whisper-shouted, “Papa, Papa!”
Lucy launches herself into her father’s shoulder, whispering something in his ear that elicits a surprised grunt and then she is suddenly launching herself over him and landing on Mary. She lets out a small oof at the sudden weight on her chest as small arms reach up to wrap around her neck and three resounding kisses are puckered against her cheek, the scent of strawberries and mint toothpaste hitting her.
“Love you, Mummy.”
It’s whispered fiercely against her ear as arms squeeze tighter for just a heartbeat before glitter and wings and ruffles are tumbling off the side of the bed and vanishing behind a slammed door, and Mary’s cheeks are suddenly aching from smiling.
Matthew is chuckling now, pressing back against her side, warm breath finding the same ear that is still ringing from the most wonderful wake up greeting.
“And that is all you.”
She grins up at him, heart still intensely aching from love. “I’ll take that.”
He drops a kiss on the end of her nose. “You have fifteen minutes,” he murmurs, a glint in his eyes, “while I go manage the mischief our offspring are creating.” There is a rakish lilt to his brow, and a wandering hand teases the side of her hip before pinching playfully at the curve of her bottom. “Have the shower warmed up and I’ll meet you there.”
She laughs as he slips from under the duvet, thinking just how much she is in fact loving this holiday.
