So after my soul was crushed by the April Fools DLC normal ending 2, I decided I needed to do a little writing because things just can’t end that way.
So I wrote a fic and named it “Don’t Hesitate to Come Find Me” which is a quote from Zen from that very DLC.
It will get NSFW in the next chapter. You can read it in ff.net or AO3 (This is the first fic I post on those accounts so you won’t have trouble finding it. Yep).
https://www.fanfiction.net/~valentinevar
http://archiveofourown.org/users/valentinevar
Here is the first chapter. I recommend reading it on ff or AO3 since it is better formatted there.
Summary: After playing the April's fool DLC and having Zen break the 4th wall, MC (you, reader) makes a wish upon a star.
Tags: Angst, so much angst.
You looked at your phone with tears in your eyes. "This is silly" you thought "this is just a game". An otome game, at that. The characters are basically programmed to love you, the MC. But still, you hadn't had a boyfriend for a while and you hadn't met anyone you were interested in. Work and school kept you busy and a recent move put you away from your friends and family. You hadn't really made friends in your area yet and you were a little ashamed to say this silly game had kept you company. More than kept you company, you had obsessed over it, even setting alarms on your phone to wake up and not miss the chats. You had played all the routes, loved and laughed with all the characters… especially Zen. He had been the first route you naturally fell into and despite disliking his constant narcissism at first… he grew on you. Your answers during his route were as close to your real answers as any of the other routes and you still got his good ending. And it didn't hurt that he showered you with love even when you were doing other routes. But more importantly, it felt as if the love he had for you was deeper than the others. It was silly, really, but he had sneaked his way into your heart.
When the April fools DLC came out, you rushed to purchase it, excited that it would be on Zen's birthday. As expected, the route was full of silliness; but you went into it like previous Zen routes, knowing that picking the answers you wanted would take you to the best ending - it always worked before. But then, the answers… kinda started to ring too close to home. As if you could almost tell him he was out of your reach. An ache in your heart pushed you to pick those answers, even though it felt you would hurt him. "Nah. He's not real" you reminded yourself and pushed through ...come over to this world… You still have a long way to become real… You won't be able to come here anyways…
And then, the ending hit you like a ton of bricks. Zen's epiphany broke your heart into a million tiny pieces. "My feelings for you have gotten so big for me to give up on them… just because we're in two different worlds" "If someone in that dimension gives you a hard time, just think of me. When you're bored and miss me too. I realized that our thoughts and feelings transcend dimensions."
You felt the tears going down your eyes. The deep ache in your heart. You looked down at your phone and saw his hand pressed against the glass of your screen. His eyes conveying the sadness that crushed your spirit.
You laid in bed afterwards and hugged your pillow, holding back the tears. "If only..." Zen's sad smiled looked at you from the background of your phone. His words ringing in your ears "I'm sure you think of me from time to time during your day. When you do, just remember. That's the moment my love's done the impossible to cross dimensions and reach you. " With watery eyes, you fell asleep that night.
The next day you woke up sluggishly. You went to bed too late looking at MM's heartbreaking DLC. You kept thinking of Zen and his sweet, yet painful words. I realized that our thoughts and feelings transcend dimensions. "If only…" You headed to work. Your day passed without any eventuality. You didn't open mystic messenger all day because you knew you'd go straight for Zen's route again and it would just break your heart again. You ached to hear his voice. Why am I so… so nostalgic over a fictional guy. What is wrong with me… You got home that night, made dinner, and sat on the couch to watch TV but nothing could grab your eye. You wondered what Zen would be doing at this hour - he'd be working out. I'd join him. So you did. Shorts and pair of tennis shoes later and you were running down your neighborhood. Running, drowning your sadness with loud music, but Zen was persistently on your mind.
You reached a hill near your house and decided to hike it, despite it being dark out already. It took a solid half hour of hiking to reach the top, but once you were there, the stars looked brighter. You were out of breath at this point but felt invigorated, almost happy. You looked at the stars and thought of Zen again, wrapping your arms around yourself and imagining he held you. "Don't hesitate to come find me." His voice resonated in her ears like buzzing fireflies in a swamp. "I came to find you."
At that moment a shooting star crossed the night sky. "the same dimension…" An impossible wish, quicker than a heartbeat and barely long enough to become a phantom thought. So silly… you thought. But shooting stars were for wishes, weren't they? The shooting star was gone in a blink after that. You smiled sadly, wondering what had gotten into you. You took a deep breath and sat on a rock, looking at the sky. I was April and the breeze at night was barely cold enough to be considered chilly. You'd be sore the next day but the run had helped you clear your head and you felt better for it. The sky looked beautiful that night so without thinking it much you layed down on the floor and just stared at the stars twinkle like diamonds tossed across the pitch black sky.
When you opened your eyes again, the sun was barely coming out. You were stiff as a board and your neck was killing you. Had you fallen asleep on top of that hill? Well, that was reckless, not to mention dangerous. You rubbed your neck and stretched your back. Everything was sore and you even felt dizzy. Probably dehydrated. Luckily you were fine, so you headed back down the hill. You usually weren't up early enough to notice the break of dawn but you looked into the sky and noticed the myriad of colors - you had to admit it was a beautiful sight. Almost as if someone had thrown paint over a light blue canvas. You looked at the floor, noticing the dirt seemed a perfectly brown color. That's was an odd thought. You shrugged it off and continued down, carefully avoiding small rocks that might cause you to lose your balance. Once you reached the street, you noticed everything seemed… pretty. The colors seemed livelier, the few cars on the road this early were driving in perfect unison, not a scratch on them. And then you realized… you didn't know where you were. Did you make a wrong turn going down the hill? You were fairly new to the area and didn't know it all that well. Your phone was dead so you couldn't put the GPS home. You figured you'd walk until you found someone or any store that may be open so you could orient yourself. But… which way to go. You started walking towards your left and nothing seemed familiar. What the hell… You looked around, searching for anything you may recognize but nothing looked like home. Maybe it was because the sun hadn't really come out yet. You stood at a corner and looked around, even squinting your eyes trying to figure out any landmarks, anything, when a car stopped in front of you.
"Are you lost?" came a woman's voice from the rear window of the vehicle.
Don’t Hesitate to Come Find Me - Chapter 6. Zen x MC. A Mystic Messenger fanfic.
You can read the whole thing at
http://archiveofourown.org/works/11770503
https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12605673/1/Don-t-hesitate-to-come-find-me-Zen-x-MC-Mystic-Messenger (FADE TO BLACK SCENE. IF YOU WANT TO READ THE SIN GO TO AO3)
I highly recommend going to these sites as the format is better and easier to read. As far as I know, you don’t even need to make an account, just click you’re ok with reading sin.
Also, I recommend reading the previous chapters. THIS IS CHAPTER 6 ONLY. Again, better format on the other sites.
Please give me as much constructive criticism as possible. I highly appreciate it. If you have questions, comments, suggestions, found grammar errors, anything, send me a message/comment. I want to hear from you! Without further ado, here’s chapter 6
Chapter 6: I’m Here Because I Truly Love You
Zen held you so tightly you would not have been able to get away from him, even if you tried. But you didn’t try. In fact, you likely were holding him just as closely. I’m here. I’m with him. You took in the way he smelled, as you felt his arms around you, his warm breath on against the skin of your neck. An eternity came and went while you were in his arms and it was still not long enough. Eventually, however, he broke the silence.
“Princess, please…” he begged again. You knew he wanted answers that you didn’t have for him.
“I… I don’t know” you managed to breathed out. He pulled you away and looked into your eyes as if he was trying to peer into your soul. It felt like he could see the deepest corners of your mind with those crimson eyes.
“You don’t know...” he said, repeating your words. “You don’t know?” He looked down and ran his hand through his hair, moving it out of his face in exasperation. He looked at the ceiling as he held his hair back and it was a beautiful sight. You could never get tired of staring at him. But then you saw him press his lips, anger in his expression. A fist landed on the floor loudly, making you jump away from him. “How can you not know MC?” he demanded “You took off like a thief without saying goodbye, disappeared for days, no calls, no texts…” He gasped in frustration, the words just coming out of him like a trainwreck. “I didn’t even know if you were alive!” he grabbed your arms and looked like he was about to shake you but he stopped himself. Instead, he got up and paced around the room, looking away from you. “I haven’t slept in two days…” he said, covering his eyes with his right hand and leaning the left against a wall.
“Zen, I… I don’t know what is going on” you said, trying to defend yourself. “I didn’t want to leave you, I never want to leave you… I-I don’t even know how this is even happening, you’re… “ you stopped, the words too painful to say aloud - you’re not supposed to be real…
“I’m... what MC…” Zen asks, turning around to look at you as he leaned his head against the wall behind him. “Just… just tell me the truth.” He says. “I can handle it. Is it another man?”
“No!” you jumped immediately.
“Then what is it?!” He demands “did I not meet your expectations? Do you not love me?”
“No… no” You say, still kneeling on the floor. If this was a dream it was starting to turn into a nightmare. “I... think I love you too much” You admit quietly.
Zen looks at you incredulously. “Then why Princess. Why did you leave? I… I can handle anything. If you had to be gone for days, weeks, years… I… I would wait for you, but you can’t just leave me hanging, I’ll die of worry. I won’t eat, I won’t sleep, I can’t … work with me, please, MC, just... tell me what happened.”
You take a deep breath. You don’t want to admit the truth, you don’t want to hurt him even more. I’m losing my mind. You look at him again, those pleading crimson eyes. You take a deep breath and you just… tell him. You tell him about your life. You tell him you met him through a game app and that he is not real. You tell him about how you passed out in the woods and suddenly you were here and you believed it was a dream, in fact, part of you still thinks this is a dream. You’re not at all sure that you’re awake right now but this feels too real, he feels too real. You tell him about waking up sick in the hill after, about going to the hospital, about the concussion, about hearing his voice, going home and after a few days you just… you just woke up in his bed. Tears were constantly streaming down your cheeks as you tell him this story. It feels like you’re talking absolute nonsense while he just stares at you, not saying a word. The rational part of your brain cannot process that you are seeing him, it keeps telling you that you must be dreaming. He’s too perfect to be real. Too beautiful. A mistake from God.
“Maybe I’ve just fucking lost it ” you say exasperated, wiping away your tears with the back of your hand. “Maybe the concussion is giving me delusions…” you add, almost laughing between tears at the irony of your situation. “I finally dream of you, I finally see you, and you’re angry at me for something I have no control over and that it probably means I’m having a psychotic episode”
Suddenly you realize Zen is staring at you wide-eyed in disbelief. He probably thinks you’ve lost it. Your own delusion thinks you’re crazy. The thought makes you gasp in a half laugh about how ridiculous the situation feels. You bend over your knees and rest your head on your clenched fists. This isn’t fair. Am I really so lonely that I’ve fallen in love with a figment of my imagination? A few moments later, he walks over to you and kneels next to you again, taking one of your clenched fists and smoothing your fingers. You put your hands in his and look up at him. He stands and brings you to your feet. He puts your hand up to his heart, showing you it is beating, showing you that he is breathing.
“Do you believe me when I tell you I have dreams that come true?” he finally says. You nod and he continues. “Why would I not believe you when you tell me this is a dream for you? I have dreamt we were in different dimensions before. Multiple times. I was starting to believe those dreams were real and I would never meet you… but you’re here now. This is not a dream for me, I have never had a dream where I could touch you. I have seen you through a glass and I wasn’t able to reach out to you or even call out to you.” he says, taking a deep breath. “Maybe your dreams are stronger than mine and they bring you here to me, to my reality.” he says, caressing your cheek and wiping away a tear. “I think I like your dreams better” he says, taking your hand up to his lips and placing a kiss on your palm. He is so beautiful as he stands in front of you, comforting you with his simple words. Words that discreetly said he loved you beyond any reality, beyond existence itself. You move your hand away from his lips and reached up to him, putting your arm around his neck and pulling him to you. You pressed your lips against his and he parted them for you. He embraced you, leaning down closer to reach inside you with his tongue. You played with it, tasted him, bit his lips. It satisfied your thirst, it fed your soul. His hands slid down to the crack of your back, supporting you as he leaned down over you more and more, until you basically rested in his arms. An intoxicating need spread through your body and it could only be satisfied by him. Whether it was your sexual hunger or his you could not tell but it overwhelmed you, it took over any rational thought you had.
Before you realized what was happening you were stripping him off his clothes and he was getting rid of yours. He practically pushed you onto the bed and climbed on top of you, spreading your legs open. You urged him on, desperate to feel him inside you again. One of his hands found his way to your sex and nestled there, a slick finger finding its way through your silk entrance, pushing its way in and forcing sounds from your lips that you had little control over. His mouth over yours muted nearly all of your moaning but when he freed your lips, your sounds traveled and filled the empty space of his bedroom. He kissed your neck, your breasts. He inserted another finger inside you and his thumb pressed on your clit, pushing back and forth, drawing circles around it, titillating your skin. He could play your body like a musical instrument and you sang for him the tunes he wanted. He was a gentle yet passionate lover and he needed little guidance to make you squirm. If he is a figment of my imagination it would explain why he is so good at this. No, don’t think about that. Not now. But your brain was working overtime, dreadful thoughts plaguing your mind. I’ll wake up again and be alone. He’ll be alone. I won’t be able to touch him or kiss him or… STOP! You told yourself. You’re here now, touch him now.
You pushed his shoulders and motioned for him to lay on the bed. He complied, not without giving you a look that said I thought you were enjoying this . You ignored the look and once he laid on the bed you took his hardened member in your hands and brought it to your lips. You kissed it gently at first, starting at the base and working your way to the tip.. You licked the sides, rolling your tongue around him, until you wrapped your lips around the head. You pressed your tongue to the tip of his cock, moved it from side to side, swirl it around, until finally you placed most of it (or as much as you could fit) into your mouth. When it hit the back of your throat you heard him moan louder. You continued, bobbing your head against his member and trying to go as deep as possible. At one point he grabbed your head and forced it to be still but began to move his hips instead. He moved quickly in and out until you heard him moan louder. He stopped when you thought he was enjoying it the most. You looked up at him and he was breathing hard, his eyes closed. He looked beautiful and it turned you on to see him so vulnerable to your affections. He slid out of you and flipped you over, positioning himself between your legs. The desire in him shined through the red hue of his eyes.
He rubbed his member on your entrance, up and down, hitting your clit and making you want to squirm. You were already slick and the feeling of him right at your entrance was torture. You begged him, implored him to enter you and become one with you again.
“Zen, please” you managed to breathe out. He didn’t need much coercion to fulfill your wishes. In one slick motion, he aimed himself to your entrance and slid in, burying his shaft to the hilt. He groaned in pleasure to the feel of you and wasted to time moving in and out of you. He kept his hand on your clitoris while he moved his hips, stimulating you, keeping you close to the edge. You squirmed under him, the sensations overwhelming your body until you reached your climax, a sweet release. You screamed his name and held onto him, digging your nails into his arms as you rode your waves of pleasure. You moved his hand away from your clit, the sensation overwhelming. He slowed down when he felt your orgasm and after a few seconds he slid out of you.
He moved one of your legs to the other side of him, turning you to your side, and entered you again. He was well endowed but in this position he felt much bigger since your legs were close together. He moved again, faster with each stroke. Your wetness allowed him to gain speed, allowed him to slide in and out of you quicker and with more force. He grunted again, his eyes fixated on you. You bit your lower lip and when that wasn’t enough you bit the back of your hand, conscious that you were loud. You began to feel another orgasm building inside of you. He moaned again. And again. His face contorted to a mix of pain and pleasure, letting you know he’d find his release soon. This drove you over the edge again and when Zen felt your walls tightening around him for the second time he could not hold back anymore, unchaining his seed inside you. He whispered your name with his remaining breath before almost collapsing on top of you, drained and exhausted.
He laid down on the bed, positioning himself behind you and wrapped his arms around you, tracing your body with his. He placed small kissed on your neck, on your shoulder. He caressed your arms, your torso, your breasts, with just the lightest touch of fingers. You basked in the glory of th
“ ...Are you going to disappear again when you fall asleep?” Zen asked with a resigned tone of his voice. You dared not answer - you knew once you woke up he would be gone from your life again and you would be gone from his. Your silence, however, answered the question for him. “Then… I guess we should make the best of the time you have here” he said, caressing your back.
His eyes were closed and after a while of caressing you his arms laid still over you. You felt his breath even out as he held you tightly. He’s fallen asleep - You realized. He must have really been exhausted, not sleeping for days, worrying about me. Guilt inundated your conscience Was it selfish of me to wish I was here? If I leave him I will hurt him. How can I possibly stay here?
zenisbae replied to your post: seen mr attention seeker (perries brot...
You should’ve taken the phone and just told her how big of a piece of shit she is
LOL I wish! I was sitting in starbucks near embankment station with my friend and he was in the que with some dude. i think he was hoping that somebody will ask him for a picture, but some people laughed and ignored him completely. lol he embarrassed himself. i was trying to hear their conversation but nothing really interesting was said. if i was standing behind him i would literally say something about little mix being shit and zerrie being fake and i would say everything what mot of the people think about him, an his gold digger family and the shitband his sister is at.
