With Wings I Fly~

***I was commissioned again by @kittysymphony! This is a continuation of the last one I did for her - Twice as Worn - a poly relationship which is not sandwich. It’s two separate relationships which only inter-lap because they are dating the same girl, OC Ari. I do not write sandwich or twincest. This time she asked me for some adorable fluff birthday fun, and this was the result ~Let’s Connect! FFC***

***Other Works***

Saeyoung squinted at the recipe book. Not that he needed to - he had his glasses on, but he didn’t really understand what the difference between ‘tsp’ and 'tbs’ was. He wasn’t a terrible cook; he just…never cooked. Baking was something he did even more rarely.

A soft, “Tch,” got his attention as Saeran rolled his mint-colored eyes. “Well, if you’re so much better, then you give it a try. My sweet, sweet brother baking. It warms my heart!” Saeyoung put his clenched hands up by his face under his chin, his expression much like that of an excitable cat-character in an anime. Saeran had an obvious blush on his face, even though his expression was one of anger. “Stop acting like an idiot. I can make a much better cake than you.”

The younger twin reached out for the mixing bowl, but Saeyoung grabbed for the shiny silver object and pulled it away - holding it up above his own head like it was some sort of magic goblet. “Ah, ah, ah. You make your own batter. It’s a challenge now.” Saeran had to press a hand to his temple, trying not to explode with how ridiculous his brother was being.

“Would you stop that? You’re getting batter all over the floor!” There was already batter everywhere. Saeyoung wasn’t exactly handy with a mixer. “This is a big deal. Ari gave us a good birthday, and now we need to give her one, too.” It always felt like his brother never took anything seriously, and it was a great source of frustration for Saeran - especially when it came to something so important for their shared girlfriend.

There had been a bright gleam of mischief in Saeyoung’s eyes, but the redheaded twin was now losing that gleam as he slowly placed the bowl back on the counter. The action made a soft smooshing sound as the bowl squished down some of its lost batter. “I know.” His voice had turned serious. Saeran had to pause, completely taken aback by the shift in mood as his brother went on. “She takes really good care of us, really good care of you.”

Saeyoung had a lot of walls, they both did, and Saeran couldn’t help but find it unsettling every time those walls started to come down. He looked away, his pale bangs falling to cover his eyes as he tried to think of what he was supposed to say to that. His brother was opening up to him, and he was at a complete loss. Just a second ago, he’d been angry, but now he was getting frustrated for a different reason.

Ever since they’d made up, it was hard for them both to know how to be of any comfort to each other. Saeyoung had always been the one to take care of him, too - not the other way around. “Just stop being an idiot and get back to work on her cake.” The sentence had barely just been mumbled out, but Saeran already felt like it wasn’t any real form of encouragement.

Saeran turned his head to peek from under his bangs with mint-colored eyes, but apparently, he’d said the right thing. Saeyoung fished his wooden spoon from the mixing bowl, flicking it up into the air and causing more batter to splatter onto the kitchen floor. “Of course! The cake!” The pale-haired twin felt like he was starting to get irritated again. How could Saeyoung always get over everything so quickly?

A clean mixing bowl was shoved at him, and Saeran’s eyes widened in confusion and mixed annoyance. “What the-” As he looked up at Saeyoung, he realized that his brother wasn’t over it. He’d just decided to barrel ahead full speed despite his insecurities. Saeran would never admit how amazing he thought that was - he couldn’t do that kind of thing himself.

“You should make your own batter! Then we can see who makes the best cake.” Saeyoung had a broad smile on his face - even though, inside he didn’t feel nearly as confident. Saeran probably was the better baker. As they each started on their cake, the soft, “Tch,” his brother made felt like a bucket of cold water had been dumped on Saeyoung’s head.

He just wanted to give Ari the best birthday, but he wasn’t any good at this kind of stuff. Still, he couldn’t let himself stay down and out about it, because that would force Saeran to have to take care of him. His brother had been through too much for Saeran to be worrying about him. No, he should only be able to see the happy side, so that he wouldn’t have to struggle or be sad.

The next thing he knew, Saeran’s hand had closed over his own as he went to grab the sugar. “Saeran? What-?” Saeran just took the little container from him before handing Saeyoung another. “You were about to pour in salt. Tch…” The redhead looked down at his batter dejectedly. “Oh…Maybe I should just let you do it, huh?~” His voice was cheery despite the fact that he was feeling like a failure. Maybe there was something else he could do for Ari’s big day, but he wasn’t doing a good job now.

Saeran eyed his brother before he placed the salt back down on the counter -somehow finding an area without batter. “We should make her one big cake instead of two.” That felt so unnatural to him, working together with his brother, but Saeyoung was just going to keep moping otherwise. Saeran couldn’t help but think maybe it would be a nice experience, too - though he’d never admit it. The redheaded twin’s vibrant yellow eyes widened, a little sparkle appearing in them as his grin became genuine. “Working together with my bro? Sounds like a blast.”

***

Ari sighed heavily, placing her purse down next to the bunker door and flicking her dark hair behind her shoulder. Saeyoung had led her on a wild goose chase after some weird part around town. In the end, she’d had the thought to contact Vanderwood, and the agent just happened to have the part on-hand. Though, it was only through her stubborn attitude that she’d managed to get the brunet to hand it over.

A smile played across her face. Wouldn’t Saeyoung be proud she’d gotten back so soon with the item he’d requested? Her blue eyes were sparkling at the thought of the appreciative kiss he would give her, the way Saeran would scoff before she would go to give the smaller twin a kiss as well. Then she’d see him blush so sweetly as he tried to hide behind his bangs. Ari loved her life with the boys, but just as she was about to call out to them, she heard their raised voices in the kitchen.

That was the one part that was sometimes stressful about dating them both. Then again, even if she weren’t dating them both, they would argue. Ari shook her head, walking towards the kitchen to find out what the argument was about this time. Saeran was complaining as she approached. “Be more careful; you got some on me, Saeyoung!” Deep blue eyes widened as she took in the scene of the messy kitchen - Saeyoung intentionally flicking a wooden spoon full of some goopy material at his brother and earning an angry glob back. Except that, Saeyoung had ducked.

She didn’t have time to react, still in a shocked silence as she was trying to figure out what was happening. It was like the world was in slow motion for Saeyoung as he saw the look of shock on Saeran’s face. His brother had gone completely quiet, frozen. “Saeran? What is it?” Saeyoung followed Saeran’s gaze, further questions freezing in his throat as he saw just what it was. There was their girlfriend - using a single finger to slowly and carefully shove away the batter that had gotten on her eye and then flicking it off her finger to the ground.

“Oh God, Ari! I’m so sorry!” He was about to rush to her side when she shook out her head and started to laugh. It was comical. The looks on their faces were equal parts adorable and ridiculous. Ari just couldn’t help the giggles that escaped. “What are you doing?” Saeyoung immediately replied to her question, “Nothing,” while Saeran looked away - holding a hand over his face as he blushed. How were they supposed to explain they were trying to make her a cake for tomorrow’s festivities?

Ari only laughed louder now, approaching them and wrapping her arms around Saeran to give him a quick hug. He stiffened nervously before relaxing into her warmth. She leaned over to place a kiss to Saeyoung’s stunned and sweets-covered cheek. “Whatever you’re doing…I want in.” That was when she made her move, scooping up some of the goop and pressing it into Saeyoung’s neck before running away.

Suddenly, the kitchen was filled with commotion as the sticky concoction got tossed back and forth. Saeyoung was doing the best - on the offensive as he tossed glob after glob. Saeran appeared to be trying to avoid it for the most part - though every time he got the opportunity, he would attempt to get Saeyoung in the back of the head. Ari kept up with dodging the sugary mess, trying to get in a hit whenever she could on either of them. They were all starting to get exhausted, and the room was filled with laughter by the time Air felt her foot slipping out from under her as her shoe met with a particularly large glob.

A combined, “Watch out!” was the only thing she heard before she landed on a surprisingly soft surface - which turned out to be Saeyoung’s back. The redhead had dived for her, sliding across the slippery floor to land under her upper body as Saeran had grabbed her hand - keeping her from falling any further backwards to potentially harm her head. The white-haired twin was panting hard, terror in his eyes. Ari gave him a smile, moving her other hand to stroke the back of his lightly before she gave it a little tug. “Join us on the floor, Saeran.” Her voice was soft, though Saeyoung ended up teasing. “Yes, brother dear. The weather is delightful down here.”

Ari didn’t bother to suppress her giggle as Saeran gave a soft, “Tch,” per the usual. The smaller twin laid his own head in her lap as she moved to lay her head more on Saeyoung’s back, running her fingers through Saeran’s hair where there were little specks of batter. Batter…she now properly realized what it was. “Were you trying to make a cake?”

When neither of them responded, she just closed her eyes and smiled up at the ceiling. That was why Saeyoung had sent her out for that part, then. It had to be meant for her birthday. “Thank you…I really liked my cake. It was fun.” Saeyoung shifted a little underneath her head reaching for her other hand. The position was a little awkward, but she didn’t mind. “It probably tasted awful, anyway.” His little joke made Saeran stiffen up. “Speak for your part of it. I can probably still bake some of mine.”

Ari felt like her heart was swelling as the two started to bicker again. They’d gone through quite a bit of trouble to try to make her birthday special, then. That mattered a lot more than whether there was actually cake to eat or not.

***Another from commissioner @kittysymphony on tumblr! She asked me for the same, some angst and makeup with smut but this time with Saeran. I am happy to have complied! ~Let’s Connect! FFC***

Their fingers twisted together and untwisted, a little game of sorts as they laid in bed. Ari was snuggled into Saeran’s side, her head on his shoulder as her long black hair spilled out behind her. His white button-down shirt was just slightly undone, meaning that she could press the occasional kiss to his bare skin, and she took full advantage of that. She had already dressed herself for bed while he remained in his regular day clothes, but it was a comfortable and quiet night so far.

He thought for sure that she was a miracle, his mint-colored eyes meeting her deep blue before he looked away at the window not far from them. There was moonlight spilling into the little cabin room. They were staying here for a short time, along the beach that he had so desperately wanted to take her to. Outside was a dangerous place right now, though, his father likely still looking for him, and Saeyoung lost to the world.

Saeran made a small, “Tsk” sound, causing Ari to push up a little in bed and examine his face. Her boyfriend seemed to be lost in thought, but that tended to happen often. He was a genius, and highly task-oriented. If he was caught up in something, it was difficult to get his attention at best. Still, he seemed to be getting upset, his fingers tightening on hers now, stopping their motion. Ari furrowed her brows for a moment before she sat up fully in the bed, her nightgown shining with the moonlight as she did so. “Saeran, what is it?”

The white-haired youth didn’t respond at first, flicking his eyes towards her and getting a soft blush on his face. There was no way he deserved someone as beautiful as her, her soft features like those of an angel. With the light reflecting off of her white nightgown, she looked even more like the angel she was. Angels. Luciel was what he’d changed his name to. Saeran made another little, “Tsk” sound, and now Ari seemed to get grumpy, flicking some of her black hair behind her shoulder as she sat back, watching him.

“You should tell me what’s wrong. I can’t help you if you don’t talk to me.” Ari liked to think she was patient, but she really just needed Saeran to open up. It was hard for him to strike a balance between talking sometimes and exploding, but she almost preferred the exploding sometimes. At least then she knew what was going on in his head. Of course, it resembled a certain ‘Unknown’ personality he’d once relied on. The memory made her shiver, but he was a completely different person now, all of his 'personalities’ combined into one whole and far more emotionally well-rounded being.

Ari clearly wasn’t backing down, gently reaching for his hand again, which Saeran pushed away. His thoughts weren’t positive. Somewhere deep down, he knew that he was letting his past get the better of him, his paranoia too strong to resist fully as his mind tumbled. She apparently wasn’t having that, though, grabbing his hand now and squeezing it.

With a dejected sigh, Saeran pushed himself up in bed as well, so that their eyes could meet and lock. “I…What if Saeyoung really does hate me? He really did abandon me. The good intentions everyone seems to think he had, maybe they were false. Maybe the only thing that made me see the truth was the elixir. It took my mind to the point of breaking, but that doesn’t mean that him abandoning me didn’t happen, just because I only believed it because of the drugs.”

Her eyes widened as Saeran put his other hand to his head, clearly getting a bit of a headache as he was thinking about these things. Were these doubts always plaguing his mind? It hadn’t been that long since he had stopped taking the elixir, and of course, it was going to take some time for him to be without emotional trauma from everything that had happened. He would probably endure at least some trauma for the rest of his life, but he couldn’t go around believing something like this.

“Saeran…” Ari brought his hand to her lips, giving it a gentle kiss and watching as his face turned redder, his gaze once more leaving hers as he looked out the window at the sky. The sky gave him so much comfort that she wasn’t about to ask him to look back to her. “You know why he had to do what he did…That it was all to protect you.” She wasn’t entirely sure of the words she was supposed to be saying, but at least if she was gentle and understanding, it would hopefully sink in.

Except, perhaps she was wrong. Saeran just pushed his other hand more against his head, feeling like it was going to split in two as he bunched his fingers in the white locks. “Maybe that was just a side effect. Him changing his identity was for himself, and the side effect was that V and Rika could take me from my mother’s place.” Ari felt sadness clenching her heart like a fist, her breath catching a little. He was really caught up in these thoughts, wasn’t he? “Saeran, you can’t think like that-”

She didn’t get a chance to finish what she was saying as Saeran pulled his hand from hers. His head was pounding, little hammers smacking his cranium until it felt like it would burst apart, making him irritable. “I can, and I do!” He hadn’t meant to shout, hadn’t meant to get frustrated, but anger was starting to flood him. “What if I’m not wrong? What if I’m the only one who’s right, Ari?” His eyes were starting to get a little wild. Saeran pressed a hand to either side of his head.

Ari almost couldn’t stand it. He was slipping, his grip on reality slipping because of his doubts and fears. “It’s okay, Saeran. Everything will be okay.” She reached for him all over again only to have him pull away. “You don’t understand! Just go!” The quip hurt, stung, her heart feeling as though he’d pierced through it with a shard of glass. Tears stung her eyes as she looked at him curled up there and holding his head. he looked like a child like this, a small and hurt child. A part of her wanted to curl up there with him, but she would be immediately rejected.

It was impossible for her to just sit there without doing anything, but no matter what she did, he would be unhappy with her, devolving into his own little world. As much as it hurt, it would be better to give him some space, let him relax and come back to himself on his own. Ari gave a soft sniff before she straightened her shoulders, using a single finger to wipe away what little wetness had escaped her teary eyes in a slow and precise motion. Saeran needed time to himself, and she was going to give it to him. Quietly, she got out of bed, her boyfriend either not noticing or not caring as she grabbed a jacket and stepped outside into the breeze.

Her heart was much colder than the air outside, and Ari hung her head for a while as she walked before looking up at the sky. The moon was large and full, spilling light down on her. Sometimes night would make her remember their walks together. Other times, it made her think of Rika. She shook her head to banish the image of the blonde woman that had so long tortured the man that Ari loved. There were so many scars on his body because of that woman and the woman who’d had him under her thumb before Rika.

As much as it hurt right now, she would rather think of the times when he would take her into the gardens as Ray. Sometimes she thought maybe Ray was the best side of Saeran, but with every sweet action he gave her, she was proved wrong. There was a new intensity to his actions now that he was fully himself. A soft breeze ruffled her hair, and Ari sighed. He would be fine…Saeran was stronger than he thought he was, and he could fend off this new struggle, even if she couldn’t help him through it by being right by his side. She would give him support from a distance, so that he could know he was strong on his own.

How long had she been walking now? A little while, surely. Ari realized she had ended up on the beach, swiftly turning on her heel and heading back. She didn’t want to walk on the beach without his hand in hers, and despite the fight they’d just had, she was sure that they would walk along the beach hand in hand again by tomorrow.

Saeran could hear the little voices in his head, doubts and fears being repeated in cacophony. Breathing was a struggle, and he pressed harder against his head. It hadn’t gotten this bad before. The last time, all he had needed to do was take a moment to pause and breathe, but this was taking a little longer. He had hurt Ari, too. The realization slipped into his mind, chilling his veins and making his breath hitch painfully.

Slowly, he pulled his hands away from his head. She had just been trying to help. Ari was always so supportive of him, there for him. All of the things he had done to her at Mint Eye, and she was with him still. His princess, his angel. His mint-colored eyes looked towards the window again, the moon outside. They had walked together in the gardens so often under that same moon.

He got out of bed, looking around the cabin, the voices seeming to have quieted in his mind, although some of the doubts remained. It wouldn’t be long before he could settle them, would it? If only he could find Saeyoung, then all of his questions could be answered. “Ari?” The rooms were empty and cold without her, and his heart-rate slowly started to escalate as each place he searched didn’t contain his love. Where was she? Had someone come into the cabin and taken her?

Now his heart was slamming painfully in his chest. The last room. He slowly turned the door knob, and she wasn’t there. Saeran paused, staring into the empty room, and then he heard it. A door knob was turning. Was it his father? Were they there for him, too? That didn’t make any sense, logically he knew it didn’t make any sense, but he ran for the door, whipping it open. There she was. “Ari…”

She was utterly confused. Ari had been expecting him to be sitting on the bed moping or lost in thought again, probably feeling guilty over what he had done. What she hadn’t expected was him to now drop to his knees and hug her to him. “I was afraid…I thought perhaps my father had taken you.” The realization dawned on her that she hadn’t even left a note, no message of where she was going. Ari felt guilt swamp her a little and now dropped down as well in the doorway to hold him. “It’s alright, Saeran. I’m right here. No one took me. I just wanted to take a walk to give you some time to think.”

Ari pulled away with a gentle smile, reaching to cup his face as Saeran looked into her eyes. He felt even worse about what he had done now that she was in his presence. All she had done was go for a walk, all to help him again. “I’m so sorry, Ari.” Saeran took her hand from his face, placing it lightly on his chest over his heart only before placing his hand on her cheek. “The thoughts just wouldn’t stop…I shouldn’t have shouted at you.” His eyes dropped for a moment to the floor before he was looking back at her again, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to her lips which she returned.

It lasted for only a few seconds, but to Ari it felt as though time had stopped completely before Saeran pulled back again. Of course, he hadn’t meant it when he shouted at her. She had known that, but actually hearing him say so made her feel that much better. “I’m sorry, too, Saeran. I shouldn’t have pushed you so much to share with me. I should have waited.”

That soft little smile of hers was his favorite thing about her, the way it warmed his heart impossible to understand. Saeran stroked her face gently, feeling as though his eyes had become somewhat wet, but her own were sparkling with wetness, too. “I’ll…try to do better for you, my angel.” He ran his thumb over her lower lip before he realized what he was doing, a blush building up in his cheeks. She was so beautiful, her smile so sweet; it was just hard to resist her.

“We should get out of the doorway.” Now his face was completely red as he stood, holding out his hand to help her up before he closed the door. Ari felt as though her legs were trembling. The way he had been looking at her was as though he was appreciating her very soul simply for existing. Her lip was tingling from the light touch of his thumb after he had kissed her so lovingly just a moment before. Saeran lightly tugged on her hand to take her towards the bed, his fingers lacing with hers naturally before they reached it, and he let go.

There was something about his down-turned expression, the extreme redness to his face. Ari felt like she knew that expression, and as she sat herself down on the bed, her thoughts were confirmed. Saeran moved, his hands lightly on her shoulders as he kissed her deeply, far more forcefully than he had before. It was nothing like the forcefulness of when he had been Unknown, nothing like the gentleness of Ray, but everything like the mixed love and roughness of Saeran.

His hands pushed her jacket away from her shoulders, running up her arms to then play with the soft fabric of her nightgown’s cap sleeves on her shoulders. Those little touches sent soft flames licking at her skin, tingles of electricity wherever his fingertips trailed. Saeran broke the kiss after what felt like an eternity, his eyes a glimmering green as the color almost seemed enhanced by his desire for her. “May I show you, princess…how sorry I am for hurting you?”

Her heart skipped and then thudded in her chest, unsure of whether to stop completely or to race. It was a rarity for her to be speechless, but when he talked like that, it was impossible to respond with actual words. Ari ended up nodding, looking up at him through her dark lashes, blue eyes darkened with her own desire for what was to come.

Thin fingers brushed her hair away from her shoulders before he ran his fingertips down the side of her neck and over her shoulders, dipping lower to trace along her collarbone and then the swell of her breasts. These actions were thoroughly flustering for him still, but he couldn’t help wanting her, wanting to appreciate the angel who had saved him, truly saved him. His mouth followed after where his fingers had touched, Ari leaning her head back and to the side, shivering under his ministrations as his hands went to the laces of her nightgown, untying it slowly.

With a light pull, the fabric fell from her upper body, bunching in her lap. Ari dug her fingers into the sheets below her as Saeran’s exploration continued downwards. His lips were leaving what felt like hot brands as his hands found her breasts, squeezing them and teasing at her nipples lightly with his thumbs. Even though they had done this a few times before, his touches were still tentative and unsure from time to time, but everything still spread what felt like a wildfire through her bloodstream. There was already heat gathering between her legs, and she pressed them together, not going unnoticed by Saeran.

He pushed her back onto the bed gently, helping to pull her gown the rest of the way off before he crawled over her, his mouth finding one of her nipples and giving a gentle suck that had her wrapping her arms around him. She bunched her fingers in the fabric of his shirt as she arched her head back. His tongue followed, swirling over her nipple and making her cling to him even more tightly before he used his knee to lightly nudge her legs apart.

Saeran sat up on his knees now, moving to undo his pants before Ari sat up a little as well, making eye contact with him, each of them blushing fiercely. “Your shirt…” She lightly gripped the fabric. “I’d like you to take your shirt off as well…” The white-haired male froze for a moment, a little lick of fear catching him before he shook out his head, and his fingers found the buttons of his shirt. “Anything for you, my angel.” As his shirt came off, Ari got a full view of the many scars all over his body, marks marring his perfectly pale skin, marks that never should have been there in the first place. He was still incredibly thin, but even then, he was beautiful.

It was her turn to touch now, Saeran tensing just slightly out of habit. Before her, he hadn’t been used to only gentle contact. Even Rika had been rough with him, but he chose not to think of that now, a little hammer in his mind being silenced as he focused on watching Ari. Her half-lidded eyes were dark, and she seemed even more beautiful as she touched him. Ari’s fingers traced over each and every scar before she kissed her fingertips and pressed them to one just under the region of his heart.

His perfect angel. Saeran’s pants felt impossibly tight, and he was quite certain she had noticed as her fingers once more trailed downwards over his abdomen, brushing over the front of the fabric and making him tense in a different way. The white-haired male closed his hand over hers, pulling it away gently as his patience ran out. He removed his pants and boxers, tossing them aside before his lips were on hers once more, pressing her back into the bed as he ground against her thigh. A small groan escaped him at the action. The way Ari whimpered into his mouth and lifted her hips towards him encouragingly made it even more impossible for him to wait any longer.

He lifted one of her legs by her thigh before thrusting into her, biting back a moan even as she released her own. Her head was once more arched back, and he started up an erratic pace, body eager for the pleasure and the release before he could even it out into something far more rhythmic. Ari’s arms wound around his shoulders, and he drove into her deeply, repeating her name like a prayer interchanged with the words, “My angel.”

Every sound he made caused Ari’s heart to leap, and she couldn’t keep her eyes open at all. Her head felt as though it would be permanently arched in pleasure as he filled her with his hardness over and over again. There was something wild to him when they made love, and yet that passion was gentle and sweet, the way he said her name as though he was praising her mere existence. “Saeran…” She couldn’t keep from moaning his name either, the sound dragging out as the pleasure between them built higher.

It was as though there was a wall between them, the pleasure building on either side, working to break down the wall to get to each other. That pleasure was intense and powerful, pushing against the wall before it suddenly reached the top, overflowing and making Ari cry out as her climax washed over her. His own climax seemed to occur almost simultaneously as he cried out through grit teeth, the motion of his hips once more erratic before he slowed.

As they stayed there, the moon illuminating their bodies through the small window, Ari was finally able to open her eyes again, meeting his mint-colored gaze with her bright blues. “I love you, Saeran.” A smile of his own touched his lips as her soft smile graced her face. Saeran pressed a gentle kiss to her lips again like he had in the doorway, his face bright red. It would never cease to fluster him to have her like this, never cease to amaze him to have her at all. “I love you too, Ari.”

It wasn’t long before they were cuddled up, fingers once more tangling and untangling. Saeran had a hand under his head as he looked up at the ceiling, eyes flicking towards the window from time to time. Was he thinking again? Ari almost didn’t bring it up, afraid of disturbing the peace that they had had. “Is it on your mind again?”

He knew exactly what she was talking about, shifting to get a good look at her. Those thoughts were back, plaguing him, but much less strongly than they had been. “Yes, it is.” Saeran wasn’t sure what else to say at first, his eyes falling for what felt like the millionth time that night on the window and the moonlight spilling through it.

Ari nuzzled more into his shoulder, pressing a gentle kiss to his bare skin. “It’s okay…I’m here for you…and you’ll find out the truth soon. I’m sure of it.” Saeran felt like sighing, his mind wanting to reject what she was saying, but he tried to force that to the back. “I hope so…and I have you by my side, so I’m not alone.” He seemed to be feeling so much more at peace, and Ari couldn’t help but smile against his shoulder, pressing a few more soft kisses to his pale skin. This was peace, a quiet night with the one she loved.

‘ello!! I come here with your Saeran request, Saeyoung’s will be posted some time soon because it is s o l o n g lmao

I was actually gonna post his’ and V’s but it ended up being a tad too long lmao

So here we have part ll of  Saeran’s cheating hc! Hope ya enjoy!

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Saeran

God, why was your life so empty?

Why couldn’t you, for even a mere second of the day, stop thinking about the boy who broke your heart?

It had been weeks since that night, the one that easily came out in first place as the worst night of your life. The night you caught him with someone else. If you had sinned in your past life, this was definitely your punishment, a new layer of hell designed just for you. The ache in your chest only grew bigger with time, and you wondered if it eventually would get so big that it would swallow you whole.

There was no deciding what was worse; when the white-haired boy showed up at your doorstep everyday, weeping and begging with desperate words behind closed doors for you forgiveness, for your understanding.

Or when he stopped.

After just a week of fighting for you and showing his repentance, spilling somber words of love and self-hatred, Saeran stopped coming by. You weren’t sure if the aching in your chest diminished or got stronger by a tenfold.

His voice drowned you with hurt, but his absence made you nostalgic.

Your longing for the slight inclination of the bed from where he used to lay beside you was so great, you wondered why God was as cruel as to keep your heart beating even after it was shattered, completely obliterated like yours had been.

His absence, not only from your life but from the rest of the RFA, became increasingly alarming. Saeyoung assured everyone- who was still ignorant as to why the other hacker had suddenly dropped contact- that he was just going through a hard time. You mentally kicked yourself for feeling sympathy towards him, the boy you loved.

Loved? Past tense? Hah, who were you kidding?

But you were forced to bury that love deep inside, or else those endless thoughts of him would drive you into the brink of madness.

“You need to start going out more. You need to move on, find someone new.” Your friend suggested after the third week of shutting yourself off from the world. Find someone new, really? The mere idea of it seemed so distant, impossible to reach. Saeran was still the only thing you saw, especially when you shut your eyes while praying for some sleep.

You hadn’t even changed your sheets, clinging to what  was left of his scent that faintly lingered on them. You were probably just imagining his smell on it at this point, but if it gave you a little bit of comfort, you didn’t care.

“I know, I’m just…” You trailed off, not bothering to come up with an excuse. You knew it way past your grieving time, and you were toeing the border of pathetic at this point, “I know. I will.”

And you did. You tried, at least.

The following weekend, you accepted an invite to go out with your friend, someone you hadn’t seen in forever, probably ever since you’ve joined the small organization that changed your life.

You felt that you needed a little distance from the RFA an all the hectic events that seemed to follow its’ members around.

A movie, dinner and then a bar? It sounded good. It did, you told yourself, it’ll be good.

You accepted, trying to sound as eager as possible and, when the night came, you actually found yourself to be excited, greeting your friend with a tight hug.

You urged him to fill you up on as much of his life as possible, focusing on their every word and getting you mind off of him. But every time you passed a couple of the streets, or saw white hair that nearly resembled his, you had to bite back tears.

Why can’t I move on? you cried silently, why does it have to be like this? Please make it stop, I don’t want this anymore.

“MC?” Your friend called for your attention, waving his hand in front of your face. You were spacing out again.

“Sorry,” You smiled, shaking your head lightly as if that alone could clear it, “I have a lot of my mind lately, sorry.”

“It’s okay,” He returned your smile genuinely, eyes soft, “I’ve heard about…you know, you and him.”

There it was, that lump in your throat again. It was so familiar you were even starting to grow fond of it. Looking down at your lap, you tried to hide the welling of tears in your eyes.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have brought it up.” He scratched the back of his head nervously, averting his gaze and pretending not to see your moistened cheeks.

“It’s fine. I’m fine,” You sniffed, wiping away the few stray tears and forcing that lump to go down, to allow you to breathe again, “We broke up a few weeks ago, I’m over it.”

A blatant lie, and you both knew it. The amount of pain you were in was written all over your face. You made a mental note to ask Zen to help you with your acting sometime.

There was an awkward silence between the two of you before he spoke again, “Listen, MC, I don’t know if this is too soon of sudden, but I’d like to tell you someth-”

He was interrupted by the loud ringing of your phone.

You picked it up, the name SAEYOUNG popping up on the screen. Your heart skipped a few beats, and as much as your fingers ached to pressed the bright green button, you declined.

“Sorry. What were you saying?”

“Oh, nothing, just uhm-”

The ringing cut him off again. You began to get a little worried. Why was he calling you so urgently?

“Saeyoung, why-” You answered, irritated, but his desperate voice and loud banging noises on the background cut you off.

“MC!” He rushed, almost breathless “Wh-where are you right now?”

“Saeyoung? I’m in a little café at near the center. Is everything okay?”

“Ah,  listen…it’s Saeran. I can’t really explain everything over the phone,” He stuttered, “I’m really sorry to ask this of you, but please…can you come over here?”

Your heart squeeze painfully in your chest as you heard his name being spoken, nausea churning in your stomach maliciously. Everyone had been so careful around you not saying his name, and now there it was, even more painful than you imagined.

You hesitated, body nagging you to get up and run straight to them, to him, but you deflated and sighed instead, “No, Saeyoung, I can’t. Sorry but-”

“Please, MC! I’m afraid,” He paused, the noise in the background growing louder, “I’m afraid he’s going to do something stupid. I’m afraid he’s gonna hurt himself.”

Demons - 707′s (song) doujinshi (1/3)

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Well, it’s true that I’m excited about V’s route… yes! I really want to play it… yes!. BUT! god (and god seven) knows that the only one in my heart is Saeyoung! my beautiful tomato head! *__*

Anyways, this is my first doujinshi!! (song doujinshi?) so full of spoilers! haha So if you haven’t played the 707’s route… better do not read it hahaha One day I was listening to “Demons” by Imagine Dragons and I thought “OMG! This is Seven’s story!! And what about the missions as secret agent? I want to see more!” So, the doujinshi was born hehe This is the 1sth part of 3 (I’m doing all the song) It’s the first time that I seriously dedicate myself to making a comic, so I’m happy! ^^  I’m open to comments too!! I’m already working on the second part, so if you like it, I would be SO happy if you let me know! That would give me a lot of encouragement!

Thanks for watching!!

By the way! I’ll also upload this in the Delirus account. Please visit us there too!!

Oh, Lord, forgive my weary hands And for what they may do I’ll carry out her evil plans If she wants me to

This is how V’s BE2 should be ended like

What happens when MC’s ex begins harassing her?

Hey guys! HERE IT IS! :)) @god7072therescue and I know you guys have been waiting for this :)) But fair warning!!! This series just gets darker and darker so please do mind the trigger warnings. 

@thwippersnapple Happy birthday, girl!!! ;) So I heard you loved Saeran ^^ Here’s our gift to you!!! :D 

Love,

@god7072therescue and reifromrfa <3

Warning: Contains rape, violence, death, murder, explicit language

Please don’t read if you’re under 18.