Anomalous Fate: “Now what?”

Author’s Note: Finally another chapter for this series, I’m sorry it’s taking so long omg, but we’re finally passed all the technical stuff so hopefully we start moving more into the main plot. It’s still minor bad writing but I’m hoping to get better lol. Hope you enjoy this chapter as much as I did, xx

Pairing: OT7 x Reader

Warnings: kidnapping, BTS not thinking situations through, Jimin being kinda creepy

“So, four of us share a soulmate?” Yoongi asked, and as the other four boys nodded, he sighed and sat back on the couch in their dressing room.

The concert was long over, giving the boys thirty minutes to get ready for the little meet and greet they have in just a few minutes now.

Namjoon is stuck in his thoughts, wracking his brain for a solution to the problem, and wondering if any solution he comes up with is the appropriate one, until he gives up. 

“It’s nearly impossible to even think about what comes after this. We go back to Korea in a week, there’s nothing we can do.”

“Hyung, you’re not serious?” Jimin’s shoulders deflate slightly at the possible outcome of this situation.

“Yes, I’m serious, it’s a curse that this is how our fate is tied but We. Can’t. do. Anything.” Namjoon is stern while looking at Jimin and sits, but as each member processes his words, Jimin’s eyes brighten up and he opens his mouth to speak, but Jin beats him to it.

“Nope, no, I know what you’re all gonna say and nope, don’t even think about it.” Seokjin dismisses

He glances around the room and shakes his head at his younger members, “You can’t just kidnap someone!”

Yoongi tilts his head, “It’s not kidnapping if she’s our soulmate…”

Hoseok butts in, “…and if we already know she likes us…” 

Seokjin pinches his forehead, “I can’t believe we’re even having this conversation.”

Jimin stands and walks to the other end of the room, “Hyung, we can’t just let her go. Not when we finally know who it is, not when we’re so close!”

“Jimin look, I get it. If that was my soulmate I would be feeling just as conflicted, but we need to think rationally here. Her life is here, her friends, family, school, job, everything she has, is here. Our life is in Korea, we can’t just take her and expect her to adapt to that. And what if word gets out that we kidnapped a girl? What would that do for us, our career. Shit, what would that do for her?” Jin rants, looking at the four boys in shame.

“Hyung said no, and I mean it.” Jin finishes with a strict tone so his younger members know not to ask again, diminishing any last hope his brothers had.

Jungkook and Taehyung are sitting on the couch, staying quiet. Taehyung couldn’t really believe the chaos that unfolded in just a matter of a couple hours. His hyungs finding their soulmate, finding out they share said soulmate, and now asking if they can just take her with them back to Seoul. He could almost relate to his hyungs though, knowing that if he found his soulmate here, he would everything in his power to have her move with him.

Jungkook was much the same, he was trying to process everything, but more than that, he found himself hoping that his hyungs would go through with the idea, because deep inside, he hoped she was his soulmate too. They were brothers, they shared everything, why not this?

“NO! You can’t make me!” Y/N struggles against her friend’s arms, dragging her toward the room where they’ll be meeting the boys.

Kristie groans, “Y/N, that’s enough, you’re meeting them because Jasmine’s dad didn’t spend all this money just for you to stand outside the door.”

Y/N slumps down the wall and looks at her friends guilty, feeling sorry for ruining what was supposed to be a good night.

“I’m sorry I’m roping you guys into this.” 

Kristie and Jasmine sit beside their friend and grab her hands, “Hey, it’s fine, this is actually a lot more amusing than you think.”

Jasmine nods, “It might be scary now, but hey, you finally found your soulmates, you should be ecstatic. Sure, it might be a few of the BTS members, but they’re still normal guys. You’re a dime and a half Y/N, I’d be more surprised if they didn’t accept it. I know they will.”

After calming a little, Y/N smiles at her friends’ words, “I guess maybe I am overthinking it all, but it’s very overwhelming,” she slowly stands and helps her friends up as well, “It’ll be nerve-wracking as hell but, I do want to meet them.”

Kristie and Jasmine cheer and they all file into the room, one after the other, and are met with a shorter line than expected, moving to the back, and smiling politely at the fellow army.

Jimin is lost in thought as he follows his members down the hall, he was hoping to see his soulmate waiting for him in the meeting room after he saw her run out of the theatre. 

He understood that it may have been overwhelming for you, but he didn’t expect you to just leave like that.

He hears excited murmuring and squeals as they approach the meeting room, and when he enters, his eyes are immediately glancing at the fans, waving, and smiling politely. 

As his eyes reach the end of the line, he has to contain his excitement when he notices his string ends just on the other side of two girls, his mood lifting.

It’s another hour before he notices there’s only two more girls before he gets to properly meet you and what looks like your friends.

He looks at Namjoon, who gives him a slight thumbs up.

“Look who’s excited.” Hoseok teases his friend. Namjoon huffs a laugh and looks down, “Aren’t you?” Hoseok nods, “Of course, it’s about time we get to meet them.”

Namjoon nods knowingly, and the boys all smile for the photos, making sure to give the fans in front of them their complete attention. 

As the two girls walk out of the room, the staff mention, “Last three, you can come up now girls.”

As each boy glances at them, the seven boys feel a sudden pull in their chest to the girl with blue hair, and Seokjin furrows his eyebrows in confusion at the feeling. Shaking it off as him being tired, as he pulls the tallest girl in for a slight hug.

Taehyung smiles politely and makes out a quick, “Hello, nice meeting you.” 

As Taehyung is smiling at the shortest girl, he glances at her shoes, nodding along to make sure she knows he’s listening, and his eyes wander from her shoes to her friend’s shoes, and as his eyes go to flicker back to the girl in front of him, they land on her friend’s wrist, pausing at the time written on it.

He flickers to his own wrist and tenses at the fact that they’re the exact same.

He shakes his head slightly and focuses back on the conversation, he feels bad that he’s missed a bit of it, but she doesn’t seem to notice, which he’s grateful for.

As the girls move around and make conversation, Jungkook finds himself standing in front of Y/N and he bows his head slightly, “Hi, nice to meet you, I’m Jungguk.” He holds his hand out to shake and as the girl takes it, she smiles nervously, “Hello, uh my name is Y/N, it’s really nice to meet y-ow!”

Jungkook and the girl both pull back when they’re hands meet, Jungkook hissing at the pain and Y/N rubbing her palm. 

“Yah, Jungguk-ah, you okay?” Hoseok asks in Korean, and the youngest nods, turning his attention to you, “You okay?”

He sees the girl nod, but she continues rubbing her palm, “I’m fine.” 

Namjoon clears his throat at the weird encounter and stands beside the two, “Shall we take a picture?”

Everyone nods and Jimin immediately pulls Y/N toward him, standing her right in the middle of the group, Y/N laughs nervously and smiles for the picture, not noticing Jimin or Yoongi’s tight grip on her waist.

She’s still very nervous, not talking much at all, but the members are being sweet to her, maybe a little too sweet but none of them bring up the soulmate thing and Y/N isn’t sure anymore whether the pull in her chest is because of their ties, or her heart breaking at the thought of them not wanting her after seeing her up close.

Jimin ignored the string, Hoseok didn’t mention the hair, hiding his beneath his beanie, Yoongi didn’t say anything about his itchy wrist, and she saw that Namjoon had washed off the writing on his forearm.

Her eyes burn with tears, but she blinks them away as soon as they come, putting a smile on her face as to not bring any concern.

She notices Taehyung staring from time to time, but she ignores it as much as she can, she saw his time when she first hugged him but decided against saying anything, she couldn’t handle having yet another member as her soulmate, or more so, she couldn’t handle another member rejecting their tie.

She found she was most comfortable around Jin because there was no correlation as to them being tied together, naturally gravitating at the fact she didn’t have to worry about looking or acting a certain way.

He was making her laugh with his jokes, wanting nothing more than for her to be comfortable around him and his brothers, it was working, but either of them failed to notice the death glares shot at the pair.

“It was very nice meeting you all today, we hope to see you very soon again.” Namjoon spoke for him and his members, smiling at the three girls, who all slightly bow and return the smile, “Thank you for the great show, we hope to see you again as well.”

Y/N waves as she walks out with her friends, her hopes diminishing at the fact that none of them wanted her, or even brought it up. She can feel her eyes burn and before she leaves, she glances at Jimin once more who smirks, “We’ll see you very soon, love.”

She nods and smiles as best she can, walking out of the door and into her friend’s arms, Kristie rubbing her back and comforting her as they walk out of the theatre, Y/N sniffing quietly. 

“You’ll find someone eventually Y/N, there’s a lot of people out there who don’t have a soulmate or who were, uhm…left alone…but don’t worry too much about that.” Jasmine consoled her friend as much as she could, but truthfully, she didn’t know what to do. It was rare to have a soulmate that didn’t want you, and what made this situation a little worse, Y/N already had so much love and care for hers.

“I just don’t understand why they totally ignored it, they could have at least told me they didn’t want me, instead of completely disregarding the elephant in the room.”

“They were jerks for that, but at least Jin was nice.” Kristie tried and Y/N nodded, “He really was, maybe if I had him as a soulmate, he would have been nicer. Instead of being ignored by all five of mine.” 

Jasmine frowned at Y/N’s words, “Five?” Y/N nodded and looked down at her clock, “Taehyung’s clock is the other half to this one, making him my fifth soulmate.”

“…then I guess that means Jungkook is your sixth?” Y/N looked at Kristie with confusion, but her eyes followed where she was pointing, and on the inside of her right palm, written in lovely cursive, ‘Jeon Jungkook.’

Groaning loudly, she threw her head back and rubbed at her puffy eyes, “Fuck.”

“Listen, I’m fine, that was a few days ago now and I have to move on, it’s whatever.” Y/N explained to her friends, finishing up her late lunch and moving to put her plate in the sink.

“I know, but we’re just making sure everything is okay with you, but if you say everything is fine then we’ll take your word for it.” Jasmine shrugged, Y/N smiles at her friends and thanks them and all three girls startle at her phone that suddenly blares. 

“Hello?” Y/N answers, hearing her boss on the other line,

‘hey y/n, I was wondering if you can make it in for an evening shift in like two hours? I know it’s last minute, but Hailey needed to leave, her babysitter bailed’

Y/N thought about it and decided it could take her mind off everything, so she agreed, telling the girls, and going off to get ready.

It’s been six days since the meet and greet, and Y/N was doing better honestly, she accepted her fate and didn’t want to dwell on it too much. But even she had to admit, in those times of quietness or in times of loneliness, it still hurt to know.

What made it easier for her was the call back she had gotten the day after the concert about an opening they were having at a clothing store she applied to at the mall. She stumbled upon the website when she was shopping and since summer was around the corner, she thought she’d apply. It’s where she’s been training for the past four days and although she wasn’t supposed to officially start until next week, her boss gave her an opportunity and of course, Y/N jumped at it.

Not wanting to be distracted by her thoughts anymore, Y/N took a quick shower, changing into semi comfortable clothes and brushed through her hair. 

She took her time in doing some makeup and thinking about which bag she was going to take, making sure all the necessities were included, grabbing her keychain with her Mall ID and walking out of her room.

“Ready? Did you need a ride there?” Kristie asked

Y/N nodded, “Yeah that’d be great.”

“Let’s go.”

“Will you need a ride home afterwards?” Kristie asks her friend, watching her gather her things and put her hand on the door handle, “I could order an Uber, I know you have that dinner with Darren tonight.” Y/N reminds and Kristie nods

“Yeah, but if you end up needing one, just hit me up, I gotchu.” Y/N nods at her friends and words and opens the door, stepping out and turning back around to smile and wave, “See ya.” She shuts the door and walks to the side of the mall, going through the little alley and into the side door. 

The hallway is quite hectic, she’s passing other workers of the mall and smiling politely, memorizing the way to the clothing store.

As she comes to the back entrance, right into the stocking room, she’s greeted by her manager, who smiles in relief upon seeing her.

“Thank god you came, we’re understaffed right now and need someone else on the till, as it starts slowing down you and Ali can slowly restock the racks and counters in front, we have a new line of clothes that are just waiting to be viewed.” Y/N nods at her words, walking at a faster pace to keep up, before coming up to the till.

Ali smiles at her to which she returns, glancing at the hands of her boss, “Here’s your password and user for the system, you’re trained on the POS already but if you have any trouble do not hesitate to walk away for some help, it’s always best to have customers wait a few seconds while you get help than to have customers wait a few minutes for you to figure it out on your own.” Once again Y/N nods and her boss leaves her to it. 

She lets out a sigh at the longer than usual line and calls up her first customer.

‘here’s to my first day…’

“I can help who’s next!”

“So, where do you go to school?” Ali asks, scooping a little bit of her fro-yo and glancing at y/n

“I go to U of C; do you attend school?”

Ali nods, “I go to California State, I’m in my first year actually.” Y/N hums, “Oh okay, I remember my first year really well, I couldn’t imagine having to balance work and school though, but now this year I decided to try it out.”

“It gets hard sometimes, but it’s worth it I guess.” Both girls nod knowingly and continue to eat in silence.

“Do you guys close early if there’s no customers, or do you stay for the full shift?” y/n asked

“Sometimes we do that, but most times we like to stay for the whole shift, depends on if we have stocking to do.”

She hums and stretches her neck to see around the store, after that chaos of a line, both girls managed to get everyone satisfied with their purchases and out the store. It took about two hours to get it all sorted and as soon as the last customer left, they both collapsed on the floor, their other co-worker Gina bringing them fro-yo as a little treat.

“I think Gina is sorting through the back, I guess we could start bringing the new collection out. But first, we need to take those-” Ali points to a section of winter jackets, “-to the back, and bring out whatever she has for us.”

y/n nods and stands up, throwing her cup in the trash and making her way to the back of the store, taking out a cart and wheeling it over to the front of the store, carefully grabbing each jacket and taking it off the hanger and throwing it in the cart.

Her ears perk when she hears a couple boys laugh, glancing over and noticing three guys with masks on and some beanies. Paying them no mind, she goes back to sorting the jackets but when she looks and make eye contact with one of them, she notices him smile and slightly bow his head but before she can return it, her palm gets itchy.

Scratching it a little, y/n sees Ali walk up to the rack, “I brought this for the hangers.” She gestures at a basket and sets it down, picking up the hangers that y/n left and putting them inside.

y/n takes a chance and glances toward the man again, when she notices he’s gone, her eyes scan the stores that she can see and furrows her brows when she notices he’s completely disappeared. Shrugging it off, she goes back to her work.

It’s several hours later when the girls are double checking the store, making sure everything is in its place and nothing is out of the ordinary.

In the past few hours all three girls have put away the winter clothes, sorted through the spring and summer collections and placed them out for everyone to browse through. Shoes were placed on the rack and bikinis were folded neatly on the display tables, right down to the jewelry in front of the tills.

A few customers came in but after a while, as the mall was slowly closing, less and less of a crowd made it through, but each girl didn’t mind much.

“30 minutes until closing time, I’m going to run over to the food court for a quick bite, did you guys want anything?” Ali asked to which y/n and Gina shook their heads.

As she walked out, Gina’s phone rang, and she went to the back to open it.

y/n shrugged as she was left on her own, but her ears perked up when she heard someone come in, she gently smiled at the younger male, although you can’t really see it under her mask, and she waited at the till for them to browse.

y/n enjoyed her first day at work, which she didn’t expect, it was hectic at first but once she got used to the busy atmosphere, she found herself feeling happy that she was given this opportunity.

She rang up the customer as his eyes looked around the store, his gaze flitting to the back and to the front, and he grabs some hairpins that were displayed on the counter, “for my young niece, she’s only five but she’s learning to do her own hair already.” He explains, earning a gentle nod from y/n.

y/n tried her best to converse with her customer, wanting to waste these last few minutes of her shift, and once she bagged the man’s items, she sent him on his way, walking behind him to the front and pulling out the storefront gate and sliding it shut, making sure to leave a little space for Ali to walk in.

Gina comes back in from the back, already dressed and texting on her phone, “You were given keys, right?” y/n nods and pulls them out of her pocket.

“Okay good, Ali usually exits out the front and I lock up in the back, but my mom just called and she needs me to watch my younger brother, I have to be there in like ten minutes, you don’t mind locking up through the back today, would you?” 

Y/N shakes her head, “No, no, that’s totally fine.”

Gina sighs in relief, “Thank you so much, I’ll see you on your next shift, good night!” y/n returns her words with a smile and wave before once again, making sure all the clothes are in place and her till is turned off, taking the money out, and walking to the back room.

She’s in the process of counting when she sees through the cameras that Ali is back, seeing her setting her food down and grabbing her till as well before walking in the back, her figure appearing in the room just a moment later.

“Gina had to leave early, so I’ll be locking through the back.” She explains, Ali nods, “Sounds good.”

They made small talk and put their till and the extra money in the safe, grabbing their things and going back out to the front.

“Well, I’ll see you on your next shift, hopefully that’s soon.” Ali speaks, she turns to see y/n nod, “I hope so, today wasn’t bad, I enjoyed it.” Ali quickly agrees, “It’s one of the best, although on bad days, that could seem like a lie,” she giggles, “but I’ll see you, have a good night.”

“Night.” 

Ali shrugs out of the store, shutting and locking the gate, and marches toward the exit.

y/n pulls out her phone and orders an Uber, signalling that it will be here in the next 5 minutes, before grabbing her bag and closing the store lights.

She shuts the door behind her and locks it before making her way down the hallway, seeming much quieter now that most of the other employees are gone, and steps outside, seeing a black suv parked outside. 

She makes sure to see the Uber sign before opening the door, “Is this for y/n?” the driver nods and she gets in, shutting the door and leaning into the soft seat.

As the driver pulls away, y/n turns her head to the side and out of the corner of her eye she notices movement in the backseat.

Startled, she goes to look behind her but the figure leans forward and places his hands arms, pulling her into the seat.

Y/N shrieks and leans forward, “No, stop!”

Another set of hands place themselves on her eyes, and she doesn’t see the figure grab the cloth in his lap, just feels the fabric over her mouth and taking a deep breathe in.

She fights for a bit before going completely limp, falling into the seat.

Both figures take off their beanies and masks, the first one flicking her head, “Did it work?”

“Of course, it worked, dummy.” Namjoon pushes his younger member’s shoulders

“Well, I don’t know, we haven’t exactly done this before hyung” Jungkook argues

“He’s got a point.” Yoongi speaks from the driver’s seat, he glances at the girl on the seat before looking at his members, “Now what?”

“What do you mean?” Jungkook asks, and Yoongi furrows his brows, “Don’t tell me you didn’t NOT think about what happens after this?”

Jungkook shrugs, “I came up with the first part, I thought you guys would have contributed a little.”

“Contributed?! Why would we-” Namjoon stops himself from shouting and sighs, pinching his nose bridge

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“You did WHAT? After I specifically told you NOT to?!” Jin shouts as he paces the room, all three of his friends sitting on the floor, and an unconscious girl laying sprawled on the couch

“We leave in one hour; how do you expect us to-I mean how did you even-oh my gosh.” Jin is almost panicking, having no clue at all how to fix this.

“Even if we did send her home, she’d wake up confused and scared as hell that something happened to her, but we just can’t take her either, and we sure as hell can’t exactly wait until she wakes up!” He explains to his members

“What’s with all the shouting?” Their heads snap at the door being opened and the other three members walking in, Jimin immediately perking up, “You actually, did it??” Jin glares at him and he clears his throat, “I-I mean, shame on you guys, this is…bad.” 

Jungkook huffs, “It was your idea too Jimin!”

Jin crosses his arms and looks pointedly at Jimin, who throws his arms up exasperatedly, “Okay, and?? So, I helped a little, it doesn’t matter. All that matters is that she’s here…with us…with me.” He walks over to y/n’s sleeping form and smiles to himself

“C’mon hyung, she’s our soulmate, you can’t just expect us to leave her!” Hobi whines and Jin feels like screaming into a pillow.

Taehyung pipes in, staring at his clock, “If she’s tied with all of us, who’s to say she isn’t tied to you too?” 

Jin pauses and glances at the girl, there’s a chance, but a slim one.

He sighs heavily, “Okay, fine, here’s the plan…”

Anomalous Fate - The Concert

Author’s Note: Thank you so much for waiting, I find that longer chapter’s take me longer to finish bc I get writer’s block a lot, soooo to fix that, I will be making each chapter shorter so hopefully that will mean more updates. I hope you enjoy this chapter, and I am still learning to write stories so in the future I hope the writing will get better as well !

I changed their setlist because this takes place in PTD on Stage era, so I’m sorry if I don’t bring up anything about the pandemic, however, the reason I bring it up is because I need to change the setlist a little bit, that’s all.

Let me know if you liked this style of writing and I’ll continue to write my chapters like this if you’d like :)

“It’s on my shirt!” Y/N yells and playfully whacks her friend, Jasmine giggles from the doorway, “We told you to wear an ugly shirt, not one you bought a week ago.”

Y/N sticks her tongue out at her in the mirror, scooping the glob of hair dye off with a paper towel.

Kristie rolls her eyes and laughs, “We’re almost done you big baby, then you can just let it process for 20 minutes.”

“Should we make tiktoks while we wait?” Jasmine pipes up and Y/N shrieks, “Not like this!”

“Listen, if J-Hope isn’t your soulmate, can I be?” Kristie states, looking at your now dry and styled hair.

“Girl seriously, you look amazing, even if you aren’t his soulmate, I’m sure they’d be staring anyways.” Jasmine smiles.

Y/N brushed her fingers through her hair and smiled at herself, she found herself quite excited for tomorrow.

“Y/N, let’s go!” Jasmine yelled excitedly, practically jumping at the door.

“I’m coming!!” Y/N squealed, patting her new hair down before placing the hat on top, “Hurry Y/N, Kris is already in the Uber.” Jasmine pulls Y/N by her wrist and both girls run out with huge smiles

As each girl got comfortable in the car, Jasmine squealed once again, unable to contain her excitement, “I can’t believe we’re actually going to see BTS!” Her older friends nodded, “Finally!”

“I can’t wait, I’m so excited!” Kristie clapped, “Okay, you know the fan chants, right?”

“Here, our seats are right here.” Y/N guides her friends toward their respective seats and they each put the merch they bought on the floor, making sure everything was okay.

As they waited for the concert to start, they chatted with other ARMY, making new friends, and seeing a few familiar faces.

“Okay, okay, it starts in like five minutes, ah, I’m nervous but excited, I can’t believe we’re here!” Kristie shouts, turning back around to face the front.

“I know, we’re so close too!” Y/N jumps a little, moving to her hat off, and just as they take out their phones, the lights in the theatre lower a bit, and each fan in the audience screams when the melody of ON plays, and a few seconds later, Jimin comes on stage and begins his part, and as Y/N looks through the lens of her camera, her eyes widen, and she tightens the grip around her phone, a quiet gasp leaving her mouth.

Her army bomb drops to the floor as her eyes land on the string that slowly appears straight across, up on stage, and connected right to Jimin’s pinky.

She’s frozen as she looks at him, unmoving and breathing shaky, even as he runs to the left of the stage, making way for Taehyung and RM.

Jasmine looks toward her friends but frowns at Y/N’s state, she nudges Kristie and they both lean in, “Y/N, you okay?”

Y/N points to the stage, “He’s my…our string…Jimin.” She looks at her friends with panic and as the two girls look at the stage, Jimin and Jungkook are coming back on, and Kristie furrows her brows, “Your string?” Y/N nods, “Jimin has the same one, like, we’re, he’s, our string is connected.”

“But his hair, it’s not the same…” Kristie reminds, and all three girls stare at the boys, until all of them come on, and Hobi appears, with the same exact hair as Y/N.

Jasmine’s jaw drops, “No fucking way, so you have two?!”

Y/N shakes her head in disbelief, “There’s no fucking way.”

As they continue to watch the boys dance with anxious hearts, ON comes to an end and just as Y/N was slightly calmed, Fire plays and she immediately brings her gaze down to her wrist.

She hears Yoongi sing the first line and he quickly makes eye contact with her as he moves to his next position, and she feels a pulling in her chest, her wrist suddenly very itchy.

“Oh shit…”

Yoongi stumbles before staring straight ahead, his wrist unbelievably itchy, and as he scratches it, Namjoon looks over and raises a brow, as if to ask if all was good.

Yoongi nods, trying to get through the rest of the song, but he knows it’s obvious how much he’s scratching at his wrist. ‘Fuck’

Each boy runs off stage to quickly change for the next song, and Yoongi barges into the dressing room, pacing back and forth, his members look up at him in confusion, asking if he’s alright.

“My soulmate, she’s here.” He speaks and everyone in the room pauses, waiting for someone to say something.

“That’s great news, but right now there’s nothing we can do, we have a concert to pull off.” Namjoon reminds, slowly standing and patting Yoongi on the back, “I can’t just not do anything, what am I to do after the concert? Let her go?” Yoongi says sternly.

They rack their brains to figure something out until Namjoon nods at the security, turning to ask Yoongi, “Which row was she in?”

Yoongi puffs out a breath, “It looks like she was in the third row, to our left of the stage, wearing a white shirt, I think she’s with two friends, but I didn’t really pay attention.”

Their security was out the door after, making sure to stand near that row to hopefully catch her on her way out.

“Third row to the left of us?” Hoseok inputs, cockily buttoning up his shirt, “You mean the one with black and blue hair?”

“Y/N oh my gosh, you have three soulmates, and they’re BTS members.” Jasmine spoke in a hushed tone.

“I can’t believe it, maybe you have more than three in BTS!” Kristie says excitedly and Y/N shushes her, “I’m not about to be called crazy here, shhh! And how would we even know?”

“What are your other ties?”

“Not on my forehead!” Y/N shouts and Kristie huffs, “It needs to be somewhere obvious.”

“On my forearm dude, on the outside!” Kristie settles for it and writes down, “Bangtan Sonyeondan.”

Y/N glances at it and gives her a look, and Kristie throws her arms up, “What? You want yourname written down?” Y/N’s eyes widen, and she quickly shakes her head.

“Let’s hope none of them are wearing long sleeves…”

The seven members of BTS begin their trek on stage as the beginning of Idol plays, and Namjoon quickly jumps in front to sing his line, each girl quickly taking notice that he’s the only one with a short sleeve shirt.

“Okay wait, I can’t do this, we’re supposed to be meeting them after the concert, and if three of seven BTS members are my soulmate, what happens then? They’ll probably turn me down anyway and I’ll be on my way home.” Y/N explains, but her friends shake their heads.

“There’s no way we’re going home after this Y/N, you’re meeting them either way, it’s BTS! We’re meeting them, period.” Kristie argues, but Y/N shakes her head, “You guys are meeting them, I’ll wait outside the room.”

As both girls are arguing, Jasmine is watching her favourite men on the planet, jumping around, and screaming the lyrics, screaming excitedly when Namjoon comes to their end of the stage and looks toward their row, but freezes when she sees his arm.

‘Bangtan Sonyeondan’

“Oh, my fucking god…GUYS???” She pushes Kristie and Y/N, who momentarily stop bickering to look at their youngest friend, following her line of vision to the stage, seeing Namjoon staring right back, holding his mic in his right arm, the same arm that Y/N wrote on.

Jungkook sees his hyung standing, and notices it might look a bit odd, so he jogs over and smoothly guides him to where he needs to be, “You alright hyung?”

Namjoon nods but hastily switches positions with Kook so he’s next to Yoongi, “Yoongi-hyung, you said white shirt, third row?”

Yoongi is confused but nods nonetheless, “Yea, why?”

Joon shakes his head and huffs a laugh, “She’s mine too.”

“We’re done here, let’s go.” Y/N panics, beginning to pick up her stuff. Her friends snatch her things, “Nu-uh, we’re staying Y/N, you wanted this remember?”

She groans, “I wanted to see if Hobi was, not the whole fucking band!!”

“Let’s go to the bathroom quickly, you need to calm down Y/N.” Kristie helps her friend, telling Jasmine she’s free to stay if she likes.

As Kristie and Y/N walk up the aisle, they failed to see a certain member stealing glances with a look of worry in his eyes, his vison following the string that tugs at his pinky.

“Look, this is fine Y/N, it’s just BTS.” Kristie leans against the wall while Y/N stares at herself in the mirror, “Oh yeah, just BTS, the world’s biggest group who has millions of fans that love them and I just so happen to have four members as my soulmates, it’s not like that’s not borderline greedy of me, one wasn’t enough, so I had to have four of seven.”

“Oh shit…” Kristie mumbles, suddenly remembering a very important detail that they didn’t take notice of, “You have five ties so far…”

“And?” Y/N huffs, Kristie shakes her head, “No Y/N, you have five ties, there’s seven members…four ties correlate to four members already…you don’t think…” The girls stare at each other, now both panicking.

Y/N could jump off a bridge.

I kinda feel like I’m writing for nothing atm. And I know I’m not the only author feeling like this. Where’s the love and appreciation? Hell, I don’t even mind if you have any constructive criticism.

I’m going to pause updates after today for my main 4 stories, The Florist next-door, Devil in Disguise, A Princess. A Queen. A Wife. A Mother. and Always Meant to be. I just feel like you’re not interested in them atm so there’s no point stressing over them. Obviously if I get enough people asking for them then I will update sooner rather than later but until then, don’t expect any updates for a while.

I will however be uploading other pieces of works in the mean time and if anyone has any requests you’re more than welcome to send them in.

Thank you!

“learning to grow like the moss that covers the forest floor. untamed. willing to grow amongst the grand trees and rare vegetation. to cover this earth in a soft envelope. i wish to live fiercely, but with a soft heart.”

- green // m.b.

Follower event update!

• Y’all are awesome and a huge thank you to everyone who is participating!
• I have gotten some fantastic requests and am exciting to start writing these
• I have oneimage left up for grabs (number 10).
• I’ll close requests after this weekend or when all prompts are requested, whichever comes first.
• Link to post here

This is a reader x Ryan Brenner fic that nobody asked for, but decided to happen on its own one morning while I was lounging outside in my egg chair. It’s unrelated to any other of my stories for Mr. Brenner, of which there are many. Hope you enjoy!

Rating:G-ish

Word count: 2774

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You’d been doodling on a legal pad for over an hour. The majority of the page was filled with straight lines and dots, simple sketches of constellations: the Big and Little Dippers, Orion’s Belt… all twelve of the zodiac. The margins held concentric circles, cartoon-like clouds with lightning bolts extending  their jagged sparks of fury downward, reaching like upside-down tree branches. Huffing out a breath, you dropped your ball-point pen onto the chipped counter. It landed with a clatter. Running a hand through your freshly-colored  bright blue hair, you could still smell the faint, ammonia-like scent lingering in the air around you. 

Surrounded by vinyl records, musical instruments, and an array of quirky novelty items, your weekly Sunday shift at the music shop was usually slow. Saturdays were consistently  busy, time flying by, but on lazy Sundays, from open to close, the seconds trickled by. It was 2pm, and you’d had all of 9 patrons: a group of four teenage boys that stopped by often— one of them, the  tallest whose name you could never remember– asked to play on an electric Les Paul Epiophone he was saving for. Two couples and three lone strangers had popped in and out in the span of an hour and a half. The rest of your day had been dragging. 

Deciding to come out from behind the desk, you flipped through the alphabetized vinyl, jotting down on your legal pad what needed to be restocked, rearranging what had been put out of order. You’d made it all the way to the letter P, scribbling down Prince’s Purple Rain when the bell at the door rang. Customer number 10 had arrived. 

You glanced up from the far side of the store to see a face that was unfamiliar. The man who walked inside had a khaki hat on, one that had seen better days, his  overgrown dark hair peeking out over his ears, and a scruffy beard littering his cheeks. He wore a dark hoodie, zipped up and layered with a brown jacket a shade darker than his hat. His jeans and boots were unremarkable, but two things caught your attention: the overstuffed pack he wore on his back, and the old, threadbare guitar case he carried in one hand. Standing just inside the door, the man’s eyes scanned the store, and you abandoned your task at hand. Clicking your pen, retracting the point, you wore a friendly grin as you met the man just shy of your counter, situated in the middle of the store. Upon greeting him, you noticed his eyes. They were a deep, rich, warm brown , and seemed as if they held a lot within him. It was the type of thing you always had always noticed—oftentimes looked  for—  in others. Something in the eyes. 

Introducing yourself, the man nodded in acknowledgement, offering a small smile along with his own name: Ryan.  His eyes wandered toward the left wall, littered with hanging guitars, acoustic and electric, ukuleles, bass guitars and even a banjo or two. Some instruments were used, some were new; some were affordable and, depending on the brand, were astronomically priced. 

“You play.” You nodded down at his case, still gripped in his hand. “Acoustic.” The shape of his case was a dead giveaway, and you couldn’t help but wonder what condition his instrument was in. 

“I play,” he repeated. You glanced to the left, and he gave a nod, following you through the otherwise empty store until you both stood before the wall, surveying the selection. After a moment, he gently set his case atop one of the stools situated nearby before sliding his arms out of the straps of his pack one-by-one. He placed it by his feet and stood straight again, almost silently unlatching the case and lifting his instrument out. He propped a foot on the bottom rung of the stool, then reached into his pocket. Finger picks.  Your eyes lit up in surprise. You had a hunch. 

“You do more than play.” Your words weren’t a question, but a certainty. Ryan just smiled, sliding the metal finger picks over the thumb and forefinger of his right hand. One strum to gauge the tuning followed the quick placement of a capo, and he began to play. The music was folksy, mixed with a little bluegrass. His fingers were long and deft, and you were amazed at how perfectly his picking was— you’d never seen anything like it. He played without abandon and you were left astounded when he strummed his last note. 

“Guess you c’n say that.” He finally answered and shrugged, not with any semblance of pride or arrogance, just matter-of-factly. “Makes ends meet, but it’s not about that. Just dumb luck.”

You scrunched your face into a look of feigned disbelief. “Dumb luck doesn’t sound like that.” You averted your eyes, originally to catch a better look at his old acoustic, but something else caught your attention: his fingers. They were littered with tattoos. Just below his top knuckles were inked horizontal lines, a set of two on each but his forefinger, which was claimed by just one. Between his middle and lower knuckles, each singular line was vertical, punctuated by much smaller horizontal ones at each end. His thumbs, however, were untouched. 

You lifted your eyes to his face, and he captured your gaze.. To your surprise, he held it there, unabashed in his lingering. A smile tugged your mouth upward, only breaking that connection when you blinked. You knew what parallel lines stood for—two lines that could go on forever, yet never touching. Like a never ending, infinite universe. 

“I only have one so far,” you confessed. Ryan raised his brows in interest. “People are shocked that I don’t have full sleeves,” you went on, tugging at a strand of your colored hair. Preconceived notions.”

The warm brown of his eyes brightened with understanding. Ryan was a man who had experienced  his fair share of preconceived notions, as you’d put it. His unkempt, too-long hair, worn clothing, carrying all of his possessions on his back and his lifeline in his hand… people saw him as useless. Lazy. Unproductive. Untrustworthy. A bum. 

Raising your shirt to show him your artwork, the cotton fabric bunched in your fingers as you exposed your rib, turning to the side. The tattoo was simple. Starting at the sensitive skin just above your waist, it extended upward over your rib cage. It wasn’t huge, but not tiny; the entirety of the lines and connected dots was just under five inches. 

Ryan took a single step closer, his eyes lingering only on the stretch of skin boasting the permanent ink. His gaze never grew greedy, drinking in the curve of your hip and the way it gave into that of your waist. The tattoo was well-done and was minimalistic, not flashy— a series of connected dots. 

“I’m a Sagittarius.” It was a simple explanation, and Ryan looked up to your face when you spoke. Gaze dropping to take one more look, he traced the lines there  along your side with his eyes alone. It belongs there. There was no hint of scarring or fading. It was almost as if you were born with it. As Ryan stood to his full height, you let go of your shirt, allowing the fabric to fall back over the exposed skin. 

Your eyes locked Into his, almost regarding him as if trying to draw an idea of him, a version of him that only you would be able to see. His voice added to your imagination and brought you out of your short reverie. “The archer.” 

You felt yourself smile and nodded slowly. It was extremely rare that people engaged you in conversation regarding the subject. “I’m impressed! Are you into astrology?” 

Ryan glanced to his guitar, pausing before answering. “I reckon I’m more of an admirer.”  

You narrowed your eyes in curiosity, tilting your head to the side. This Ryan looked  like a man who had stories to tell.  Good stories, the kind that grabbed you full-force at the beginning  and kept your enthralled and engaged all throughout. You loved a good story, and you weren’t one for beating around the bush. 

“What’s your story, Ryan?” 

There was a pause, silence in the air as you waited for whatever answer he was willing to give. You had made your own deductions, but judgement at face value was something you were not a fan of, and you chose your words carefully in order to avoid doing such.

 “You’re a musician,” you stated the obvious, gesturing to his old guitar. “Is it just a  hobby? Please say no.” You added the last part in a low whisper, a breath of light laughter accompanying your words. 

Ryan smiled boyishly and glanced down to the ground, training his eyes on his worn boots momentarily. “ ‘S a hobby that people like sometimes.”  He lifted his eyes to give you a little nod and then back to the wall, scanning the selection again. 

You continued to watch him for a lingering moment before taking a better look at the pack and case he had come inside with. “You’re a busker?” It was a guess, but one laced with wonder. Ryan had walked in the doors less than a half hour ago, and you could tell he was a humble man, one who lived a different way of life that the norm, and bare-bones, good. 

You were surprised when he turned toward you, abandoning his interest in the instruments before him. “You could say that. Travelin’ around’s…  stayin’ in one place isn’t muchofa choice for me.”

Is he in trouble?  you wondered, but you had a strong hunch this Ryan was a good man. You’d always been an accurate reader of character. 

“Sagittarians are adventurers, you know,” you settled for instead. “We have a hunger for it, we get restless easily. Travel is like our catnip.”

You’d been chided a countless number of times for your rooted belief in astrology. You’d tried to explain over and over again that it was based in astronomy— a science, not just speculation or theory— but people had their minds made up the second you spoke about it.  Ryan, however, didn’t just listen… he heard you. He was attuned to what you said, and even if he didn’t respond verbally, he responded with a nod, a look, a change in his stance. 

His expression had changed as you spoke, and he continued to look at you when you quieted,  curiosity and interest written on his face. “You travel much?” He punctuated his question by speaking your name for the first time, and you smiled at the way his drawl colored each syllable. 

Ruefully, you shook your head. “I don’t really have the time, the-“  Money.  You ended your sentence abruptly, clearing your throat, but Ryan was not simple-minded. Instead of looking offended whatsoever, his eyes lit up with amusement. 

“Depends on the way you go about it, I reckon.” This man was all but smirking, all in good nature, his  hands stuffed in his pockets as he leaned back on a stool that he’d pulled behind him. You cleared off the stool you’d placed your legal pad and pen on, sitting down as well. 

Peering up at him with mock suspicion— the smile on your face gave you away— you chided him. “You reckon.” It was a certainty, not a question. “In supposition, or actual calculation?” Your use of unnecessary verbiage was absurd but felt necessary, and you almost laughed at yourself. 

Ryan laughed, his grin all teeth, and in that glimpse of him, it struck you how handsome he was. He had a dazzling smile. 

“I reckon,” he said with emphasis, “You might stand out when you need disappearin’.” His eyes slid just down beyond your face, indicating your electric  blue hair hanging over your shoulders. 

You were quiet, an expression of concentration knitting your brow. He was presenting you with a riddle in being vague about his means of travel, which was smart on his part. You two were essentially strangers. Chewing on your lip out of habit, you looked up at him suddenly as you came to your epiphany.

“Not if the train cars are covered in graffiti.” You raised your brows in triumph and shrugged nonchalantly, and that’s when you got to hear a full laugh. “I know you’re impressed”,  you teased. “Almost as impressed as I am that you train-hop your way across America. Besides, you wouldn’t believe my hat collection. I can blend in anywhere.”

It had been Ryan’s way of life since he was sixteen. He’d made a series of mistakes, partaken in more illegal activity than he should have, and had hit his fair share of speed bumps. It seemed foolish, dangerous, irresponsible or unconventional to most everyone he met, but to Ryan, it was the only lifestyle he could imagine. 

He took a lingering look at a used Gibson Hummingbird, hung as a focal piece on the wall, dead-center. Even used, those guitars ran upwards of $1500 on a good day. You caught his line of vision, not surprised.  Most musicians gazed at that guitar: it was beautiful. A vision. 

“That’s been here just shy of two months,” you said quietly. “The guy who brought it in had bought it for his dad, and he just didn’t have the use for it.” You remembered the man’s face when he brought it in: disappointed and almost as if it stung to do so. “Do you want to play it?”

Ryan continued to admire the Hummingbird for a moment, and you knew he could see the price tag hanging from the neck— $2,499. Gibsons were quality instruments, and always expensive. This particular guitar, barely touched and never played by the owner, was in pristine condition. 

“Nah,” Ryan said, and you heard a bit of dejection in his voice. You’d cut the price in half at the least if you could. “Just came in for strings.” His instrument already in his case, finger picks long since tucked into his pocket, he closed the top of the case, guitar safely inside. 

You nodded, a bit sad that your chance Sunday afternoon meeting with Ryan the vagabond musician was coming to an end. Waiting for him to gather his bag, you led him to your selection of strings. 

“Ernie Wood steel…. yep.” He stopped there with a nod as you pointed at the strings quickly. They were good strings, your most popular selling brand. “Jus’ one pack.” He started to pull out his wallet, but you shook your head 

“You’re our tenth customer of the day, congratulations! Free strings. Would you like a bag?” The first part was definitely not a lie.  

Ryan raised his browns. “C’mon, I got the money right—“ 

“Okay, okay. I know.” You gave in, but just a little. “Just take them. For the song. I’m a generous tipper.” You paused. “Would you like a bag?” You repeated.

Ryan hesitated and caught sight of your yellow legal pad decorated with all twelve zodiac constellations. 

“Slow day,” you explained. Pushing the small bag of strings toward him, you leaned your forearms on the counter, studying his face. “What’s your sign? I think I have an idea, and I want to know if I’m right.” 

Ryan took the small bag of strings and spoke your name. It rolled off his tongue like music; his voice was like honey. “Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it. Hope they bring you a whole plethora of generous tippers. Be safe, Ryan. Thanks for livening up my Sunday.” You felt a little pang of disappointment as he began to head for the door, and offered him a smile. 

Before pushing the door open, he turned his head to glance back at you. “You gotta make time.” You knew what he meant. He was referring to what you’d said earlier about your lack of time for traveling. Your eyes softened a bit.

“Ryan.” You called his name as he turned to leave again. “One more thing.” Quickly, you grabbed one of the store’s cards and flipped it over, writing your name and number on the back. “If you ever want a companion. I’ll wear a hat.”

He gifted you with that dazzling grin one more time, taking the card and putting it in the pocket of his hoodie for safe-keeping. Nodding, he began to head out again. Pushing the door open, he stopped just long enough to say one more thing. “I’m a Pisces.”

You beamed. “I know.”  And with that, he was gone. 

lucemiactura:

anthropocene, interrupted - lightloss (nextraordinaire), queerapostate - Generation Kill [Archive of Our Own]

Chapters: ¼

Fandom: X-Men (Alternate Timeline Movies)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Relationships: Brad Colbert/Ray Person

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Zombie Apocalypse, Blood and Gore,Body Horror, Slow Burn, Angst, Road Trips, Canon-Typical Behavior

Summary:

62.550 MHz, NOAA Weather Radio:

An unknown, highly viral contagion is spreading across the country. Infected individuals rapidly lose all cognitive function and turn violent. THIS IS NOT A DRILL. If you are indoors, stay indoors. If you are outdoors, seek immediate shelter. Do not approach strangers. THIS IS NOT A DRILL. Take immediate action measures.

Three months ago, Ray Person was a Philosophy major at Harvard. Now, he’s dodging Runners trying to get from St. Louis to Cambridge without a) starving, b) dying by accident or c) offing himself. However, three’s company, and it comes in the form of a dog with no bark and a taciturn Marine Staff Sergeant who’s last name is Not-Pitt, which has gotta count for something.

–

… and here we are! the zombie apocalypse au that me and my co-author have been slogging away at for the the better part of the last eight months. we’re so excited to share it, so enjoy! ♡

Chapter 2 is up!

anthropocene, interrupted - lightloss (nextraordinaire), queerapostate - Generation Kill [Archive of Our Own]

Chapters: ¼

Fandom: X-Men (Alternate Timeline Movies)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Relationships: Brad Colbert/Ray Person

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Zombie Apocalypse, Blood and Gore,Body Horror, Slow Burn, Angst, Road Trips, Canon-Typical Behavior

Summary:

62.550 MHz, NOAA Weather Radio:

An unknown, highly viral contagion is spreading across the country. Infected individuals rapidly lose all cognitive function and turn violent. THIS IS NOT A DRILL. If you are indoors, stay indoors. If you are outdoors, seek immediate shelter. Do not approach strangers. THIS IS NOT A DRILL. Take immediate action measures.

Three months ago, Ray Person was a Philosophy major at Harvard. Now, he’s dodging Runners trying to get from St. Louis to Cambridge without a) starving, b) dying by accident or c) offing himself. However, three’s company, and it comes in the form of a dog with no bark and a taciturn Marine Staff Sergeant who’s last name is Not-Pitt, which has gotta count for something.

–

… and here we are! the zombie apocalypse au that me and my co-author have been slogging away at for the the better part of the last eight months. we’re so excited to share it, so enjoy! ♡

solarsavoy:

ao3feed-assassin-class:

Prelude: The Fall
bytuuli

A mysterious disease is spreading across the world, people are basically turning into zombies, the students of E class are all infected… all but one. Nagisa is told he is lucky to have escaped the fate of his classmates, but he fails to see anything positive about the situation. Moreover, he is certain that there is something off with the entire affair involving his class.

When he has a chance to investigate, Nagisa is quick to take it, hoping to bring aid or at the very least justice to his friends, but… that might not have been such a great idea, in the end.

Words: 5297, Chapters: 1/3, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Gifts and Curses

• Fandoms:Assassination Classroom
• Rating:Mature
• Warnings:Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
• Characters:Shiota Nagisa,Asano Gakushuu,Shiota Hiromi,Korosensei,Yanagisawa Kotarou | Shiro,Asano Gakuhou,Yukimura Aguri
• Additional Tags: Violence,Child Abuse,Mental Breakdown

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39203571

It’s super good. Totally worth the read!

Thank you 日光Savoy!

As the sun sets I hear you’re soft voice murmuring my name. From a distance I feel you’re soft kisses from the breeze as it caressing my silky skin. Ravaging me so I can feel you’re lips kissing me everso gently. Subdued deeply within the floral aromas of our undying love♡

Title: apart as we may, i still feel you here
Author: Shiro (TeitoxAkashi [AO3]/ seijuurouxryuu [tumblr])
Rating:T
Pairing: Fon/ Reborn; brief Byakuran/Rokudo Mukuro
Event:@khrrarepairweek
Prompts: Alpha/Beta/Omega AU | Mental Bond/Mental Link
Tags/Warnings: No Archive Warning

Day 8: Earth/Flameless Day

Fon was a beta through and through despite looking like an alpha. He, in his lithe yet muscular body, had always been mistaken as an alpha throughout his years since childhood. His parents expected him to be an alpha, his grandparents expected him to be an alpha, heck even his neighbours expected him to be an alpha.

He never felt like an alpha though, not even before he was classified as a beta. He just felt normal. Like a normal person with blood flowing through his veins.

So no, he never identified himself as anything else but a human–a beta.

AO3

Being a beta wasn’t hard; you wouldn’t have to undergo a rut like an alpha would, or a heat like an omega would regularly. It was normal, as normal as it can be.

But it can be hard for a beta to survive in the society full of dominance by Alphas and Omega.

Fon was a beta through and through despite looking like an alpha. He, in his lithe yet muscular body, had always been mistaken as an alpha throughout his years since childhood. His parents expected him to be an alpha, his grandparents expected him to be an alpha, heck even his neighboursexpected him to be an alpha.

He never felt like an alpha though, not even before he was classified as a beta. He just felt normal. Like a normal person with blood flowing through his veins.

So no, he never identified himself as anything else but a human–a beta.

He sighed as he fixed his face mask properly, hat pulled down. People were staring at him again because of his fit and tall stature. He wasn’t bragging or anything, but gene was really a joke. He, a beta, had the height and fitness of an alpha, all gained from his hard work and training. And yet a lot of people first thought it was because he was an alpha when he was anything but.

Maybe he should just put up a sign saying ‘I’m a beta’ to get people off his back. (A lot of them maybe came for his figure, but 99% of them came because the thought he was an alpha.)

He didn’t have any discrimination against alphas, omegas or even betas like some betas would have complexes about it, he just hated how people thought all the fruit of his hard works were all because of his secondary gender. And they even got it wrong. It was fucking hilarious, if you ask him. And frustrating. God-fucking-damn frustrating.

Shaking his head, Fon pushed away all the irritation to the back of his mind. He had work to do, even if said work annoys him even further. Tapping his card on the sensor, he pulled the door open, making a beeline to the office as he nodded to the passing students. He was a history lecturer in this… Fancy university that should be sued for capitalism. Honestly, too much money was used on advertisement and not enough was supplied to improve facilities for the students and lecturers. Really, capitalists should die.

Fon sighed in relief once he safely made it to his office without anyone stopping him. However, when he stepped foot into it, he immediately regretted it.

The smell of an alpha and omega pheromones was so thick he felt nauseous.

Thank god for his mask.

He immediately backed out and pinched the bridge of his nose. Mukuro and Byakuran were at it again. He shared the same office with them for a few years now, and while they were good (questionable) colleagues, god forbid they flirt in front of Fon. They had been going at it since Mukuro started working and Byakuran kept trying to seduce him. Fon rooted for them, but fuck if he had to suffer another day smelling their pheromones, he would lock them up in a room for a week.

Or just outright end them, whichever comes first.

He huffed. At least they finally got together. Hopefully they’d learn some decency soon.

Maybe they won’t.

Fon so kindly locked up the room and messaged Byakuran.

“I helped you lock the office door. You owe me one :)”

Fon pulled out his phone to look at the time and paused. No mails, that was normal. He smiled at the background image he had set, stress dissipating. He missed his beloved, even if he had just left home about… An hour ago. An hour too long actually.

A loud moan reverberated out from the office.

Fon’s smile was gone and he wanted nothing more than snap someone’s dick in half.

He held himself back and did some breathing exercise, turning around and heading straight to the lecture halls. He could tell, it was going to be a damned long day.

.

For once, his lectures were quiet. Usually, his students would be engaging, enthusiastically answer his questions and pull him into debates about whether a historical figure was stupid or /stupid/. However, aside from timidly answering him when prompted, none of them spoke much. He would have asked if they were alright, but he wasn’t in the mood so it was good news for him.

Thankfully, with his running short fuse, it was finally his last class of the day. Eager to end it and return home to his beloved, he was even more scary with his smile that said 'Don’t Ask’.

Suddenly, he smelled blood. It wasn’t his blood, of course, and neither it was his students’ blood. No, it was more of a psychological thing.

Fon’s mouth snapped shut as he stared blankly into space.

He 'heard’ his beloved grumbles and whimpers.

When he came back to reality, he was already running out of campus and to his car, books and other stuffs left behind with a quick instructions to the TA, which he didn’t even remember what it was.

In record time, he was in his car and driving home.

'Love?’ He called out in his mind. 'Are you alright?’

He could still smell blood, but it was faint now. He felt his spouse tensing at the other end of their bond before hearing a sigh.

'Did you leave.’ A statement rather than question.

Fon stayed quiet.

'I’m fine.’

'I’ll arrive in 5.’

'Goback to work, Fon.’

'No.’

Another sigh. ’… Pick up coffee for me.’

Fon smiled and made a minute detour.

.

When Fon arrived home, he was attacked by an onslaught of pheromones. The one and only he loved and would react to despite being a beta. Breathing in deeply, all the crankiness he brewed throughout the day disappeared without a trace. “I’m home.” He announced loudly, toeing off his shoes and rushed in, not even bothered to arrange it properly. It was fine, he had more important thing to attend to.

Putting the coffee on the coffee table, he looked around and found that his love was nowhere to be found. He followed the trial of smell back to their bedroom. The door was halfway closed, leaving a glimpse of who was inside and their state. Fon took it all in with a fond smile.

Knocking gently on the door, he softly asked, “Can I come in?”

He had to stop himself from laughing when a head of messy hair popped out from the neat nest made of their unwashed laundry, cushions, bolsters and pillows. Even the Flareon and Umbreon plushies they had were not spared. It was so cute.

Reborn gave him a look and grunted. “Yes. Take off your clothes and give me.”

Fon chuckled, walked in and started stripping. He stood outside the nest, handing his clothes for Reborn to examine. He patiently waited for the results outside of the nest, smiling as he watched Reborn scrunitize his clothes.

“Why does it smell like that marshmallow bastard?” Reborn growled and Fon couldn’t help but shuddered. He loved how Reborn cusses.

“He and Mukuro, well, you know.”

Reborn scoffed. “Should’ve known that that two horny asses couldn’t keep their pants on.” He snarked and stuffed those clothes under the pile to erase and replace the smell with his scent. He then turned and squinted at Fon again.

“Bend down” Fon obediently did as ordered, careful not to overstep the boundaries and bared his neck for Reborn. Reborn leaned in and sniffed purring in possessive delight that no other scent stuck to his neck. In fact, Fon had wiped down his neck with wet wipes when he was buying coffee but Reborn didn’t need to know lest he took it differently. (He knew no one touched his neck, not that anyone dared to, but just in case someone else’s scent stuck to him.)

Reborn nosed his neck once and nipped at the permanent mark he made on Fon, causing the latter to shudder again. There was another purr, but it came from Fon himself. Fon loved how Reborn could take ownership of him even if he couldn’t do it to Reborn. He loved how he always bit that mark, lapping lovingly at it and kissing them. He loved seeing it in the mirror, loved touching it and feeling it throb faintly.

He loved just the same that he could mark Reborn again and again since he could only mark temporarily, loved biting into the skin, tasting the blood and Reborn keening at the bites. Fon loved everything about being a beta who fell for a possessive omega.

Reborn’s eyes were golden black when he pulled back, glinting. He shuffled back slightly and let Fon, who was in nothing but his boxers, join him in his nest. “Come in.” He said, giving consent to his loved.

Fon’s eyes shone and he carefully stepped over the boundaries, taking care not to accidentally kick down the walls of clothes. He settled in besides Reborn and sighed in relief at the lovely pheromones that surrounded him, making him all relaxed and safe.

Reborn quickly attached to him burying his face onto the crook of his shoulders, purring louder. Fon wrapped his arms around him and turned slightly to kiss his forehead, joining him in purring. He suddenly laughed. “I think I know why I was so cranky today.”

Reborn made a questioning sound, all but melting into his arms. “Your heat affected me. I could feel it through our bond.”

Reborn bit him. “Sucks to be you, then. I was busy nesting and you had to be away.”

Fon whined, nuzzling against him as he tightened his hold around him. “I thought it is tomorrow, that was why I planned to settle my leaves today.”

“Well, it came early.”

Fon hummed. “I’m glad it came early. I can keep you company longer.” He said lowly into Reborn’s ears. “Speaking of which, why did I smell your blood just now?”

He felt Reborn tensing against him and immediately drew comforting patterns on his back, purring louder to comfort him. “I don’t mean anything, I’m just a little worried…”

Reborn slowly relaxed as Fon patiently waited for his answers without rushing him. In fact, if Reborn didn’t want to speak of it, he wouldn’t force him to say either. “… I accidentally broke a nail.”

A sharp scratch on his chest made Fon hissed softly. He looked down and grabbed the hand, pulling it up to see the broken nail. It was broken, yes, but it wasn’t serious thankfully. However, it hurt Fon’s heart to see the redness at the edge, feeling the pain even though it wasn’t his wound.

He kissed the finger and cooed. “Oh, baby. It must’ve been painful.” He kissed again.

Reborn snorted, but by the purrs he sounded happy that Fon was worried about him. “It’s nothing. I can take more than this, you know that.”

Fon nodded, rubbing and cuddling him closer. “Uhum, I know. You’re the strongest person I ever know, and I’m so happy that you’re mine. You worked so hard and surpassed everyone’s expectation. You proved everyone wrong about how you aren’t limited to anything just because you’re an omega, and I’m so proud of you. I love you, Reborn. I love you so, so much.” He gave him a few kisses in the mouth before Reborn hummed into his lips and opened his mouth.

“Hmn, love you too. You aren’t an alpha, but you are so much better than one. You don’t limit yourself even if you’re a beta too, and I’m proud of you too. In fact, I’m so proud that you don’t depreciate yourself just because of that.” Reborn said into his mouth, slow as they made out.

Fon laughed and kissed him harder, heart swelling in happiness and love. Reborn bit his lips for laughing but was chuckling himself too.

“Sleep, babe. I’m sleepy.” Reborn nudged his forehead against Fon’s. “We can do other things when we wake up.”

Fon agreed, kissing his nose and eyelids. “Okay, sweet dreams, love.”

Reborn purred.

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A/N: LAST DAY!!! THANK YOU TO THE MODS OF KHR RAREPAIR WEEK FOR THEIR HARD WORK AND THANKS TO YOU GUYS FOR READING MY STORIES

I missed a day for this year’s event, but still!! I managed to do 7!!! Which was beyond my expectation since I was ded because of finals, which clashed with the beginning of this event.

Onto the story! Basically Alphas and Omegas can make permanent mark on anyone else, while Beta can only do temporary ones. I just love the concept of nesting so when I saw Day 8’s theme I went bLING

I don’t like how some omegaverse stories I have written has this… thing with A and O being the rarest and then most treasured. I like it better if regardless of being A, O or B, everyone is of the same, equal and fair. Of course, some of the laws should cater more for A and O since they have ruts and heats but still? No discrimination.

Although, the discrepancy here is that most O and B still prefers A because, well, genes.

But that’s just the background I thought up of; there’s no need for that since all you need to know is that Reborn NESTED and Fon LOVED HIM.

Cranky Fon is lovely Fon :DDDD

anyways THANKS FOR READING AGAIN! HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOYED MY ENTRIES THIS YEAR!!! SEE YOU NEXT TIME

[I apologize for any grammar, spellings, etc. etc. mistakes]

Title: wash the sweetness off my title and give me a crown
Author: Shiro (TeitoxAkashi [AO3]/ seijuurouxryuu [tumblr])
Rating:T
Pairing: Tsuna/Fon
Event:@khrrarepairweek
Prompts: Sugar Baby/Sugar Daddy AU | Idiots to Lovers
Tags/Warnings: No Archive Warning

Day 7: Mist Day

Lying in his embrace was what he loved–along with the tender touches, the gentle stroke, the fond smile. Seeing him so relaxed as opposed to how he usually was in the office was so rewarding, that even the money he gave was no longer the main reason why Tsuna stayed. Tsuna stayed because he had fallen for him–his sugar dad.

AO3

Lying in his embrace was what he loved–along with the tender touches, the gentle stroke, the fond smile. Seeing him so relaxed as opposed to how he usually was in the office was so rewarding, that even the money he gave was no longer the main reason why Tsuna stayed. Tsuna stayed because he had fallen for him–his sugar dad.

Fon chuckled at the adoring gaze Tsuna gave him, thumb caressing his cheeks softly as he held him tight. “What’s wrong? Are you not tired?”

Tsuna nuzzled against the warm palm, humming. “I am, but I want to look at you a bit longer.”

Fon’s eyes turned to slit from smiling. “Why so sweet?” He asked without really wanting an answer. He leaned in and kissed Tsuna on the lips. “You did good today, what reward do you want?”

Tsuna’s mood fell a little at that, having to be reminded of their actual relationship. He was reminded of how he was just temporary–never forever. He could not be with him forever even if Tsuna desperately wanted to; that was what they had mentioned in the contract. That someday, they will separate and to never recognise each other ever again. Remembering that burned his heart, like a burning iron poking relentlessly in attempts to pierce through the glass that was his shield.

It hurt.

Tsuna shook his head. “No, I’m just doing what I am supposed to do so there’s no need for reward.” I do not need a reward; I just want you to look at me forever.

Fon raised an eyebrow. “This is the first time I see anyone rejecting a reward.” He stated bluntly. “But no matter, I will reward you still. Because I want to.” He added softly to cut off Tsuna’s protest. It was true that he wanted to reward Tsuna. The young man had helped him a lot, especially during the party.

Tsuna was a money launderer who was forced into this business by the environment he lived in. He had a talent for it–all the money he laundered always ended up cleaner than disinfected surfaces.

Fon found him one fine night where Tsuna fainted beside his car from hunger. He took him in and provided him shelter in a heartbeat, and employed him to be his sole, exclusive money launderer in another. Since then, Tsuna lived very well with stomach full and body warm; he no longer needs to overwork himself with double part-time + money laundering + university and can easily pay off his tuition fees.

He lived so well, that it felt like a dream to him.

A year after, their relationship escalated when Fon brought him to a gathering with other underworld leaders. Tsuna did not remember what happen, but he had helped the other fend off a lot of hungry ladies and young men by fiercely making out with the other. The consequence was another contract signed: Being Fon’s sugar baby.

It was wild, now that Tsuna thought of it, embarrassing even, but he did not regret any of his decision in the end.

Because ever since Fon saved him, he had always loved him.

Although, Fon was in the dark, of course.

Fon had brought Tsuna to a party the night before, one that was full with business men of good and bad. One particularly vulgar business man was trying to hit on Fon and had insulted Tsuna throughout. Fon almost jabbed him in the throat and pull out his tongue if not for Tsuna, in a calm manner, talked down the other. It was amazing to see how the skittish young man held his head high as he exposed the ugly man’s dirty laundries.

Fon was enamored.

Tsuna pouted, pulling at the duvet to cover the lower half of his face. “… Then I want the Salisbury steak you make.”

Fon chuckled as he ruffled the messy brown hair. “Of course.” He stood up from the bed as he kissed his forehead. “I’ll be right back.”

Tsuna flushed and buried himself deeper into the duvet. At the click of bedroom door shut, Tsuna knew he was alone in their bedroom. He sighed and slumped.

“I want… You to love me. Forever.” He whispered to thin air.

.

“The Bank of E, you say?” Reborn raised an eyebrow at Tsuna who had his eyes glued to the computer monitors as he typed furiously on the keyboard. “Yep.” The young man was chipping away through the said bank’s security system, planting unrecognizable codes in each of the originals. He was looking for something; one tiny important detail that he had overlooked for so long.

His presumably dead father’s account.

“What makes you think Iemitsu had the mind to keep his British account when he’s off the grid?”

Iemitsu had went into hiding for almost three years after leaving mafia, feigning his death for the freedom he wished for. His Don knew, but kept quiet for old friend’s sake. Tsuna knew, but it was none of his business to keep quiet.

Tsuna didn’t hate Iemitsu; he had a grudge with him. For what, only he knew the specifics.

“He had it under another name. Never used it for so many years it got frozen. Just enough for me to launder it over and back.”

Reborn raised an eyebrow. “Do you not think someone would realize?”

Tsuna finally looked up and gave him a deadpanned look. Reborn shrugged, hands raised. “Whatever fits your bill, I guess. Your laundry, your wash.”

Tsuna looked back at the screen.

He found the account. Looking at the last date of retrieval, it was his turn to raise an eyebrow. “Well, looks like that dead beat father of mine is making a comeback of some sort.”

He keyed in the amount of money and bitcoins, and entered.

“Not that it matters to me.”

.

“Exactly 19, 098, 232, 000£ has been transferred to the bank. In two days’ time, I will retrieve it and put it under investment for the upcoming projects.” Tsuna reported beside Fon’s table, putting the relevant documents on his desk as he skimmed through his own copy.

“10million USD has been transferred over to our sister branches about three days ago; they have been transferred back in batches of 5 since then. And the last 5billion has been written off as the company asset just this morning by the Ministries.”

Fon nodded, putting down the documents and smiled up at Tsuna. “Good job. This season’s work is done.”

Tsuna sighed in relief, rolling his stiff shoulders. “Thank you, sir.” Just as he was about to leave for the other to continue his work, he was pulled down by the wrist.

He sat down on Fon’s leg. “W-wha—”

Fon gave him a deep kiss.

“Reward.” He whispered into his mouth.

.

Because he no longer needed to do any laundering for the month, Tsuna went back to university and was immediately besieged by piles and piles of assignments. All were easy enough for him to do, but he liked none of them. In fact, they were very annoying theories and calculations, all which Reborn had taught him before. Child’s play, Reborn would say. Tsuna would say its just plain unreasonable because none of them would actually appear in real life.

Like some Math questions; who the fuck would buy 151 bananas just to give them away to 20 people and count how many unique combinations can be made by each unique banana.

Tsuna huffed, slumping onto the bench table as he poked at his laptop. He missed being by Fon’s side. He was happy that he finally had holiday from work after 3 months of cracking codes and stuffing money into different laundromats, but at least he was by Fon’s side almost every day. With him in university and Fon working, he could only see him every few days. It was just plain sad for him.

Perhaps he should ditch the afternoon class and give Fon a surprise…

His sixth sense suddenly noticed danger and started ringing, but he couldn’t even sit straight before he was knocked out into darkness.

.

Fon crushed the tea cup he was holding, murderous aura seeping through his being as he glared up the trembling subordinate of his. “Repeat.”

“S-sawada disappeared.”

“How did that happen? Did I not tell each and every one of you to watch over him carefully?”

The subordinate sweated profusely. “W-we… Got knocked out ourselves.”

Fon almost wanted to snap his head off. Reborn, who sat opposite of him smoking and drinking rice wine snorted. “Wow, I think it’s time for you to either retrain your subordinates or get new ones. I reckon you do the latter since I want to kill them off myself.” He picked up his phone and started tapping through his contacts. He looked as usual, but he, like Fon, was angered. Tsuna was Fon’s sugar baby, but Tsuna was his student first. The second and last he took in, one of his pride.

Whoever it was, they better pray that they hide well because once Reborn and Fon find them, they would pay a thousand times more.

Fon took the napkin from his secretary, I-Pin, and wiped his hands. He wasn’t even smiling anymore as he looked at Reborn. “Find him.” He said to I-Pin. “For every hour he is not found, snap on of these useless trash’s fingers off.”

The subordinate crumbled and knelt, started pleading desperately as I-Pin waved her hands and two other guys came in to drag the poor dude out.

“Yes, brother.”

“Wait.” Reborn interjected before I-Pin took off. They both turned and stare at him as Reborn sneered, almost crushing his phone. “It’s Iemitsu.”

Fon paused. “I thought he’s off the grid now.”

“Apparently not.” Reborn tossed him his phone where a picture was on screen.

A selfie of Iemitsu smiling at a sleeping Tsuna.

Fon sighed. “I-Pin, prepare some proper gifts.” I-Pin stifled a laugh. “Yes.”

Reborn smirked at him. “Time to meet the in-laws?”

Fon rolled his eyes. “Yes, time to meet the in-laws.” He smiled to himself as he touched his pocket where the ring box was.

.

Tsuna loved Fon, and Fon knew that all along. Tsuna never realized one thing: Fon loved him all the same and he wanted him to be more than just his sugar baby; he wanted him to be his forever, in Law, in Crime.

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A/N: I ended like that because I’ve no idea where I want it to go anymore aND I JUST WANT IT TO ENDAs tagged; Tsuna is a money launderer who did it for money to survive university, Fon is a boss of big corporate who needed a money launderer for both the corporate and his triad, and Reborn is Tsuna’s tutor who taught him how to launder.

Iemitsu is basically on the run for pissing off a shit ton of Famiglia in Italy and Europe, and because he resigned from Vongola so he no longer has any protection. When Tsuna used his bank account for money laundering, he finally found out what he was doing and decided to ‘kidnap’ his son to talk and get solace in Fon’s triad. That’s his baby tuna, dammit. The least his son-in-law could do is to protect his ass!

:3

What grudge Tsuna has against Iemitsu, I’ll leave that up to yall.

[I apologize for any grammar, spellings, etc. etc. mistakes]

Title: Of Death, Of Time
Author: Shiro (TeitoxAkashi [AO3]/ seijuurouxryuu [tumblr])
Rating:T
Pairing: Death/Tsuna; Reborn/Fon
Event:@khrrarepairweek
Prompts: Necromancer AU | Unknowingly Flirting
Tags/Warnings: Major Character Death, No Archive Warning

Day 5: Rain Day

Tsuna was a witch—a necromancer in his first mortal life. He didn’t know how he became one, but one day he became aware that he was one. One who steals from Death, one who forces the souls it reaps to work for him. And that was all he does.

Every life he went through, every reincarnation—he called upon the dead souls, and called upon Death. He was the unrest of the world.

AO3

“P-please,” The boy rasped. “S-save her. Just her, please don’t take her away too.” Death looked down at the boy expressionlessly, face half humane half bone. “It’s her time.” It whispered, ghastly and solemn, time ticking in the background like a countdown, like a reminder. “It’s both of yours.”

The boy sobbed, tears mixed with red as he coughed out blood, head bleeding all the same. He couldn’t move, couldn’t scream, only whisper. To the reaper of souls, to the one who looked far sadder than he who would soon die. He was unwilling, but he knew there was nothing he could do. Clutching on his sister’s hands, as cold as his, unmoving, pulseless. He could only resign to it—resign to fate.

He was unwilling, but seeing Death’s boney hand clutching against the scythe tightly, he relented.

“W-where will we go next, then?” The boy tried to smile, tried to relief Death’s sadness. Ah, how many has it seen, the pleads of those whose time were up? How many times had Death seen the rage, unwillingness, sorrow, fear? How many times had Death went through such events that even it felt such overwhelming sadness for humans?

The boy could only wonder as he felt his strength slipping, sleepiness and darkness slowly engulfing him. For a moment, he felt as though he was home with his sister beside him, safe.

“… Home,” Death said as it watched the child relented to eternal sleep’s grasp. “You both are going home.” It tilted the tip of the scythe down gently and reaped the souls, watching both the boy and girl, two glowing children, pulses and disappear to where they would reincarnate; to be siblings once more.

‘Thank you.’ They both whispered.

Death watched as they went, and it disappeared into thin air.

.

Tsuna was once a bird, a tree, a child, a father, a mother, a fish, a dragon. He was once a lot of creatures, and was once nothing. He was once air, and he was once the ground.

He was everything.

Tsuna never knew how he came to be, but he knew he was what he was. He was the universe itself. He remembered of vague changes, shifts, and stutters of the world. He experienced those changes, helped the build up of civilization, watched life came to be and left.

He remembered mostly of Death, at every step he took.

Tsuna was a witch—a necromancer in his first mortal life. He didn’t know how he became one, but one day he became aware that he was one. One who steals from Death, one who forces the souls it reaps to work for him. And that was all he does.

Every life he went through, every reincarnation—he called upon the dead souls, and called upon Death. He was the unrest of the world.

“My lord.” Tsuna opened his eyes, glowing orange as he looked at Death who stood by his bed, looming and blending into the darkness. He saw him all the same, as clear as daylight. He smiled.

“Welcome home.” He reached out and encircled his arms around Death.

.

The boy and girl had a long dream during their journey home. It was but a blur, but they saw; of their past, present and future. They remembered, of those they forgot. And they yearned, to see their home sooner.

Lambo and I-pin.

They wanted to see Tsuna.

.

Tsuna woke up again the next day in Death’s embrace. He didn’t mind, he loved it even. He smiled at the half humane half bone face, kissing the white skull and whispered a greeting. Death was never asleep, it remained awake even as Tsuna slumbered. The humane part of its face crinkled in silent delight at that as it let go of Tsuna.

Tsuna stretched, back arching as the blanket that covered his naked upper torso slipped down, letting Death sees every part that it knew oh so well. Tsuna stepped out of their bed and got dressed. He picked up the ring of Time on the desk and slipped it onto his right middle finger, playing with the chains around it.

“They are here.”

Tsuna smiled, relieved. His shoulders relaxed as he felt for the souls of his family, warm and burning in the ring. He could feel the youngest two were restless, all but wanting to see him again. He would, soon. He would get to them soon.

Not just yet.

“You would be the harbinger of blood in next life.” Death piped out from where it was.

Tsuna barked out a laugh. “When am I never, Death?” He teased. “I am your reflection, after all.”

It shook its head, walking over to caress Tsuna’s cheeks, feeling the warm radiating to its bones. “You may be my representation, but you are you. You are yourself; not me.”

Tsuna sighed, nuzzling against its hand. “I know.”

“… And I don’t think you are allowed to summon the dead souls next life.” Tsuna raised an eyebrow at that.

“Why not?”

Death’s lips were pursed, disgruntled yet resigned. “… Life reincarnated.”

Tsuna paused and stare at it.

“… It will be your tutor next life.”

“… Fuck.”

.

When Tsuna remembered, he was 34 and the Vongola Neo Primo of Vongola Famiglia. That night, he went to sleep drunk from the party of his 34th birthday, and he woke up with a splitting headache from the rum and gin the Varia and Reborn chugged down his throat.

And as he groaned, he remembered everything. Life fucked him up so badly this lifetime.

“Rise and shine, Dame-Tsuna!” Tsuna snapped his fingers and the shadows of undead shot straight towards Reborn. The hitman—Life—merely snorted at the weak attempt and squashed all of them, straight away sending them to reincarnation.

“Fuck you, Life.”

It rolled its eyes at Tsuna, grinning ferally. “Good morning to you too, Time. By the way, stop playing with those dead souls every time you remember. It’s so annoying.”

“My business.” Tsuna hissed. He shook the hangover gone and gathered the rest of the undead souls from every corner of the house. Soon, shadows and silhouettes of those once alive gathered in his room. He looked through each and one of them, pelting a few at Reborn who punt them into reincarnation, and breathed, keeping the rest in his indispensable space for those dead.

The pocket watch in him ticked. And stopped.

Life leaned back and started floating to the air like the Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderland. It pouted, black obsidian eyes turning white as it stared right through Tsuna’s space.

“Why keep such untasteful bunch of souls? Why not just let them reincarnate and suffer in the mortal world?”

Tsuna knew that it was trying to make him let the souls go, but he wouldn’t. Not like he needed those souls, but he knew keeping them would piss Life off, which it deserved for throwing Tsuna all over around for almost two decades of his mortal life.

“Whatever that is you’re doing, it’s not working.” He huffed as he clenched his right fist. Opening it up, there sat on his palm was the ring of Time, sealed. He smiled and pull off the chain, and it glowed as Tsuna’s sealed powers returned to him.

“Worth a try.” Life muttered, too used to Time’s chaos that rip the balance of life and death apart just to keep Death in its track. “It took you long enough to wake this time.” During last lifetime, it remembered that Tsuna woke up the moment he was nine in mortal world.

Tsuna shrugged. Maybe because he overworked Death this lifetime, with the number of people he had to kill. Or maybe because he was just lazy, who knows. Time did not have such concept as long or short. It just knew when to continue or stop.

Tsuna blinked and his eyes turned bright orange. Standing by his side was Death, still half humane half bone. Tsuna smiled up to it and reached over. Death easily took him into its arm.

“I missed you.” Tsuna hummed, nuzzling.

Death whispered of the same as they kissed.

Life rolled its eyes at the two sappy being of unrest and disappeared off to its own beloved.

Tsuna soon pulled away and blinked cheekily at Death. “Time to start summoning to piss of Life.”

Death’s lips tugged up into a smile. “It is no longer disturbed by such moves.” Tsuna rolled his eyes. “I don’t care. I’m going to make it a bigger event this lifetime. Reborn screwed me inside out for almost two decades, I’m angry.”

Death stroked his fluffy hair and shook its head resignedly, letting Tsuna do as he liked. It didn’t matter anyway, because whatever Tsuna did would mean lessening its workload and it could spend more time with Tsuna.

“Whatever you are happy with, darling.”

.

Two years later, a zombie apocalypse happened.

Reborn almost shot Tsuna to death if not for Fon stopping him.

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A/N: Death is Death! Tsuna is Time! Reborn is Life!

Yes this is Death/Tsuna + Reborn/Fon fic :3 although Reborn and Fon didn’t have much screen time uwu

First part is during their previous life before Vongola; Tsuna and the others left earlier than I-Pin and Lambo, who were last of them to leave the mortal world. Timeline’s a bit wonky, but ye. They are always the youngest. ALWAYS.

A bit of lore, which is Tsuna or Time was the first existence of the universe, but remained asleep when Death and Life appeared. Then somehow he woke up when civilization started, and forcefully wedged himself between the balance Death and Life created. He hated how Death has to go through all those sorrow when he reaps humans’ soul so he made it a goal to at least screw Life up once every time he reincarnated into a human. Which is a handful of time.

But yeah, Time Tsuna who is also a necromancer since he could just isolate-turn back time of the soul right after Death reap it and before it gets noticed by Life, and make it his minions or something. Always hits up Life’s workload :3

Anyways this is a sudden plunny that popped out so have a short impulsive story from me :D

[I apologize for any grammar, spellings, etc. etc. mistakes]

Everything Everywhere All At Once

Spoilers for the first third of the movie I guess

The motif of the pig (stuffed piggy keychain, Jobu Tupaki’s pig on a leash, the pig tattoo that her parents hate) is because the pig is Joy’s animal in the Eastern Zodiac. She’s fond of the little critters and uses them for her own symbol. The piggy keychain on Waymond’s belt pack is specifically there to remind him of his little girl.

— Tathève Simonyan, Colourless Musings

[text ID: In my corner of the world, killing is a love language.]

welp, ya boy is posting cringe to main! fun! i wrote a VERY self indulgent fanfic lol

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in addition, got some doodles to go along with it, when i first got the idea weee