Lets Love Imagines

Her white body was cut in half, the spine bone protruding, the little legs on each side. And next to her body was the little white doll that followed her everywhere just sitting there, discouraged and immobile.

Preparing and clearing his throat, Corpse clicked on the report button seeing the red animation and Y/N’s white body appear on the screen, and at the moment that names and players appeared on the screen, he started: "How dare you! " Corpse shouted when everyone gathered and saw that she had died. "I separated from Y/N for a moment, and when I went looking for her it was just to find her dead body at the cafeteria with our son crying beside her in agony! Probably our baby was hungry, so she, like the good mother that she was, was trying to feed him, and must have seen something that you thought she shouldn't and you kill her like that!"

The laughter that erupted from his friends almost burst his eardrums but brought a smile to his face, the smile only getting bigger when he heard the hysterical laughter coming from the other room.

"Poor, Y/N." Rae exclaimed laughing.

"Your poor child." Sykkuno lamented innocently, with feigned pain in his voice.

“There is no worse feeling for a father than to see his son suffering, so imagine how I felt when I got there. And you killed his mother right in front of him. I want to know who did it, and I want to know now!”

Each one was quick to describe their trajectories and describe their alibis, leaving Corpse to examine each name and to hear the tone of their voices with narrow eyes of suspicion in search of lies. The voting time was running out, the numbers turning red as the last ten seconds counted down.

“You left an orphaned child to cry over his mother's slaughtered body… I will find the murderer, and when I do that, you will regret it. Do you know where you are going? Straight to hell!” His voice was even deeper than usual, leaving it almost terrifying when uttering his threats.

When the meeting was over and everyone was silenced again, Corpse gave up on his performance and his loud laughter - softer than his normal voice - spread throughout the house, being quickly escorted by Y/N who entered the recording room.

"Love!" She whined amidst laughter, sitting on his lap and kissing him deeply, their lips moving in sync as he pulled her closer and she buried her fingers in the mess of curls that was his hair. When they stopped, they had to take a deep breath.. "Our son..."

"I know, babe, I know." He said, pretending sadness seeing her malicious pout. "I will find out who the killer is, and avenge your death."

“The baby was so sad, it broke my heart. Don't do it for me, do it for him!”

Corpse laughed, kissing the tip of her nose affectionately and watching her snuggle up to him. "I will. Shouldn't you be back?”

"I already did my tasks... At least they let me finish them before they killed me in cold blood."

"The audacity." Corpse exclaimed.

Y/N shook her head sharply, narrowed her eyes at the computer screen and growled with indignation: "I know!"

Corpse moved the chair closer to the desk, and made sure he could reach the keyboard and mouse even with his girlfriend sitting on his lap. He gave her a loving kiss on the top of her head, taking a deep breath and inhaling the scent of her perfume and then the sweet aroma of her skin when he gently kissed her neck, making Y/N squirm in his lap and try to pull away to avoid the tickling.

"Stop, you know how sensitive I am there." She said with a smile.

"I know..." The smile he returned was diabolical. "That's why I like doing it so much."

Y/N punched his arm so lightly that he almost didn't feel it, but pretended pain anyway just to be presented with a roll of her eyes and another long kiss on the lips.

"Do your tasks."

"As my lady commands." He made a gesture as if he were a soldier, put his hand on the mouse while she pressed the keys on the keyboard moving his black avatar, and together they went to the electric to make the wires.

"Are you really quoting Game of Thrones to me right now?"

"Well, you made me watch that shit so many times that it had to serve for something."

Between kisses, smiles and soft words, they passed this round without too many problems, doing his tasks around the map.

"Oh, shut up." He complained playfully when his girlfriend laughed out loud when she saw him failing the card swipe twenty times in a row. "I wanted to see if it was you."

"Then let me do it." Y/N took his hand off the mouse quickly replacing it, and without delay she passed the card through the machine... On the first try. She gave him a proud smile, showing her tongue when she saw his indignant expression, and playing with one of his curls that fell in front of his eye (the eye patch preventing him from seeing that it was there). "As many times as we teach you, you still have problems. How is it possible that you are one of the best imposters I've ever seen, but you can’t do such an easy task?"

"Well I have an excuse."

"And which one is it?" She raised an eyebrow curiously.

Corpse came over and whispered softly. "I have a beautiful girlfriend on my lap who distracts me every time I try." He kissed her on the ear, and playfully blew on it which made her scream and quickly trying to get away after feeling that uncomfortable sensation in her ear canal.

"You are lucky that I love you."

The boy's smile was soft, and his gaze was so passionate that it made her blush. "I know... And I love you, too."

Y/N got even more pink but opened a smile so big and full of teeth that it only made him even more in love. She kissed his cheek, resting her head between his neck and shoulder.

It was at that moment that the red signal was once again shown on the screen, with a cyan body lying in the middle.

"Poki just killed Toast in front of me!" Rae shouted immediately.

Corpse's neck spun so quickly that it cracked painfully, making him grunt and Y/N chuckle as she massaged his neck.

The sound from his headphones was loud so she could hear everything that was being said, especially when he uncovered one ear. Corpse looked at her questioningly, wanting to know if it was really Poki that had killed her but her expression was empty, without giving him any kind of answer other than a malicious gleam in her eyes.

"Was it you Poki!? Was it you who murdered my wife and left our son without a mother?" Corpse practically growled, trying to convey false fury in his deep voice.

Poki let out a little cry, alarmed.

"No, it wasn't me! Rae is lying, she just killed Toast in the reactor! She was surprised when I came in and self-reported before I had time." She responded very quickly, almost in panic.

"Well, one of you is lying and I promised I wouldn't rest until I found the murderer."

"Corpse… Corpse listen to me!" Poki shouted trying to make her voice stand out over Rae's who kept saying that it was she who killed Toast. "It wasn't me, it's a self-report on her part."

"How dare you!" Rae screamed too, outraged. "You just killed him in front of me, you probably killed Y/N too and now you want to frame me."

"Guys..." Sykkuno interrupted slowly, his voice very soft, almost timidly. "It was me."

"What?"

"I was the one who killed Y/N."

Nobody wanted to believe their own ears. There was a long silence after that, only to be interrupted by the beautiful girl sitting on Corpse's lap who was laughing out loud.

"What the-?" Toast asked confused, deliberately unmuting the microphone even though he was dead and could not speak. "Did he just confess?"

"Sykkuno..." Corpse whispered in disbelief, putting his hand on his heart theatrically even though his friends couldn't see it. "How dare you… Why would you even do that? I never thought you'd be able to do this to me."

This only made Y/N laugh even harder, with tears of amusement almost spilling out of her eyes.

"Corpse please forgive me! I didn't want to, I swear I didn't want to, but she was there without moving and the lights had been turned off and I couldn't help it. When I realized I had already clicked on the kill button and she was cutted in half on the cafeteria floor, with your son beside it. That poor child! " Sykkuno exclaimed dramatically. "I’m guilty, I made a child an orphan and I deserve everything bad that will happen to me."

"Yes you do!" Corpse shouted. "SPEEDRUN! Throw this killer off the ship immediately."

Even though everyone was talking over each other, there was the characteristic sound indicating that each player was voting.

"Forgive me!" Shouted Sykkuno as his avatar was launched into space, his voice getting lower and lower until the end of the sentence to make the scene more dramatic.

Corpse was still murmuring in disbelief, with his black avatar standing in the middle of the cafeteria, and his eyes wide. He looked at Y/N who wiped tears of laughter, and her eyes were bright with happiness.

"You avenged us." She said maliciously.

"I said I would."

Their lips came together in a loving and happy kiss.

"My hero."

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What he did not expect was the huge crowd that was on the street that blessed day; families gathered to talk animatedly, children playing with each other to discuss the disguises they would wear and all the sweets they would eat. The city appeared to be decorated with bats, cobwebs, scarecrows and zombies, lanterns and pumpkins. It was then, while he was surrounded by people everywhere and feeling his heart thundering, that he remembered it was October, Halloween more precisely, and the whole community was getting ready for the fun of that night.

The pain in his legs was already characteristic, his gait was sloppy and lame, and crutches were his longtime companions. But that never failed to attract attention as always, and that happened at that moment. The children who played looked at him laughing and pointing, talking to each other, the adults whispered and looked at him with pity.

Ivar hated pity.

And he hated even more how the attention of those shitty people made him feel, even though he was already used to it.

With a strong desire to vomit, feeling the sweat running down every corner of his body and trying to breathe, Ivar looked for any corner where he could take shelter. The small library across the street that seemed to be the only establishment without the festive theme appeared to be the best option. He was quick to cross the street - as fast as it was possible for him - to enter the establishment, greet the lady with the half-moon glasses behind the counter (who chewed blue bubblegum while filing her nails), and hid in the most distant place possible, among several decrepit shelves almost falling with the weight of dozens of books.

Ivar had sat on the floor, his back against the books and shelves, his head hidden in his arms and knees drawn up just trying to remember how to breathe. He was at the beginning of a panic attack, and being aware of it only made him even more distressed. He hated that it happened because of his useless legs and because of people he didn't care about. Why couldn't he have been born healthy like his brothers? The air did not seem to reach his lungs fast enough, leaving him almost choked and trembling all around, and with the world spinning around him over and over again.

It took a while, but it ended up after a few minutes of breathing exercises. The frustration remained, however, leaving him so enraged with himself and the world, that he punched the bookshelf behind him in an abrupt gesture. This hasty action caused so much noise that he was sure that the children across the street had been able to hear. In silence, swallowing hard and fearing he would be expelled to face the crowd outside, Ivar peered slightly at the librarian trying to see if she had heard it too. This one, however, had her back to him with the phone between her ear and shoulder, talking animatedly while continuing to take care of her nails, without paying attention to what was happening around her.

"No..." she exclaimed, certainly wanting to sound shocked, but looking completely delighted by what she had just heard. "Don't tell me that she really said that to you?"

More relieved, the boy leaned back against the bookshelf perhaps with more force than was necessary, as he immediately felt the wood behind him creak and the piece of furniture rocked from side to side. The dark-haired boy was quick to grab it, managing to keep it from tipping over, but not without a few books falling to the floor raising so much dust that it left his black pants almost gray. One of those books, due to fate, had not joined the others on the wooden floor eaten by the termites immediately, but had fallen on top of him, the hardcover hitting his head hard. Thankfully, the boy had been born with a head full of rich black hair capable of supporting the impact, or he could now have a bruise to take care of later.

Curiously, still rubbing his head with the free hand of his clutch, he looked at the cursed object. It was a book with a brown cover and black insignia and broken in the corners. In large and dark letters, in a font that looked like a victorian one he could read 'Monsters in the Darkness'. Interesting title, Ivar thought, quickly putting the other books on the shelf and flipping through the one that had caught his eye.

Looking at the watch on his phone that said it was still 2PM, and listening to the conversations outside, he thought why not.

He found himself a chair, shook off the dust with the back of his hand and began to read. The pages were turned quickly while Ivar, frowning, realized what the book was really about.

"What the fuck?" He asked in a low voice, amazed.

His hands held the book tightly, his eyes skimming over the yellowed and gnawed pages. Or maybe it was the mice, this place seems to be full of them, Ivar thought. It was true. That library was old, smelled of mold and looked like it hadn't been cleaned in years. But that was a good thing, at least for him, because it meant it was almost always empty. Whoever wrote this must be on drugs.

But he still didn't stop.

The more he read the more confused he became. The names and notes changed as well as the images, but they were all on the same theme: dark creatures and reports of sightings. Vampires, werewolves, spirits... creatures with claws and fangs, ferocious and with the ability to kill as easily as breathing.

The younger Lothbrok was confused but immensely interested. He didn't believe any of that, but it helped to pass the time. The boy always liked scary things, but he liked the real ones better, and those creatures that the book addressed had no way of being real. However, he was unable to drop the book.

His fingerprints passed smoothly through the written words and the drawn figures, feeling the depth of the ink on the paper. The words registered in his mind quickly as he read page by page, practically devouring the book in what seemed to him mere minutes, but in fact it was already three hours straight sitting in a corner of the moldy library, with a weak lamp beside him illuminating his reading.

He read so much until his blue eyes got tired and he was forced to rest for a few minutes, and until he was at the end of the book. The last theme was demons, but as soon as he turned the page to continue reading, he found… nothing, just the back cover of the book indicating that it was over.

Strange, he thought absently. And that page was even stranger, a few millimeters thicker than the others... almost as if it were glued.

He should? Looking again at the librarian who, admirably, was still distracted on the phone after three hours, Ivar grabbed the knife he always carried with him, opened it and carefully took it to the paper, making a small cut. As he suspected, the previous page was actually many more, and Ivar was eager to find out what it was about and why those pages seemed to be a secret.

> Of all the inhuman creatures that walk the earth, demons are the most evil. They desire nothing more than death and destruction, and not out of desperation or need as is the case with vampires who need blood to survive ... Demons kill and torture simply because they want and can, because they love the pleasure that the chaos of humanity brings them. There are those who say that they were also mortal once, but that their souls were corrupted so perversely in the depths of hell that they ended up becoming what tortured them. Blood, pain and death are all that are left behind when they pass.

> They are faster, more beautiful and stronger than should be possible. They are attractive and charming, in a way that hypnotizes a human. But they are evil, above all. Demons are separated into different sections depending on their personal power, or at least that is what we think. They are able to make a deal with a mortal, give us what we want for a while, but take away something they want afterwards. They are deadly dangerous… She, above all.

Ivar didn't even realize he was reading aloud until his voice started to crack, and he had to clear his throat so much that it looked like his throat was scratched. He wanted water, but he didn't have it, and he was not going to stop reading his interesting book now to fetch it. Frowning, he looked back at the page.

> It is not really known who she is or when she was created. Some say that she is Lilith, the first demon known by men and the mother of monsters... Others say that she is even older and her real name is lost, or forgotten by those who fear her. Now, she is known as Y/N, and as her there is no equal. Dark and deadly, she is Lucifer's right hand. But she is the most qualified to make a deal with, if they are brave enough to do so, and if they have something she wants.

Deal? What kind of deal? Ivar asked himself, and at that moment his cell phone vibrated in his pants pocket. When he pulled it out and unlocked it, a message from Alfred appeared on the display.

Alfred: Hey man, are you sure you don't want to join a horror movie marathon? It was going to be fun.

Oh, Ivar had completely forgotten about that. Alfred had already invited him a few days ago, but the long-haired boy hadn't given him the right answer since he was working on one of the chapters in his new book. He made a point of ignoring his family's thousands of missed messages and calls, however.

Ivar: Nah bro, I still haven't finished the chapter and I have until Thursday to deliver. I will probably be busy working on it for the next few hours. Sorry…

That was what I had to do as soon as I got home. It didn't take long to receive an answer.

Alfred: There is no problem, but you will have to compensate me. The marathon is next Saturday, okay?

Ivar: Yeah, sounds good to me!

He received a "Cool" as an answer and returned the phone to his pocket.

> Generally summoning a demon requires several ingredients: a devil's trap, fire (white, black or red candles), bowl with red-hot charcoal, salt, summoner's blood and the summoning words.

Ivar then proceeded to read what the ritual was like, along with the necessary Latin words.

> However, it is not advisable to do this. Once a demon is summoned and on the human floor, they are freed from the restrictions of hell. There is nothing to stop them from doing what they want. And if you try to summon her... Well, may God have mercy on your soul.

And so the book ended, with a phrase that at that moment seemed so scary.

His throat was dry, his hands were shaking again and for some strange reason he felt the sweat on his forehead and neck, the fat drops escaping the hairline running down his neck and back.

Should I? He thought, confused, it's freaking stupid, I know.

Ivar was a man of science, he believed in the real facts. Yes, he liked scary stories and mythologies - after all, one of his books dealt with Norse mythology - but he didn't really believe in it. And everything in that accursed book that had fallen on his head addressed unreal things, fictional things... Monsters created by the human imagination, by humans who wanted to blame their own evil on creatures that could not exist.

He was already closing the book and getting up to replace it, when he stopped and looked at his left hand, opened his palm and saw the half-moon wounds he had done with his nails in one of his attacks of anger.

He sat down again, staring at the yellowed pages. The dark, sharp letters and monstrous figures, with horns and cat-like eyes were everything he could see... that and his hands, always injured.

The earlier panic attack came back to him, his mind working at full speed. Frustrated, he ran his hands through his dark hair making a mess of locks fall onto his forehead and into his eyes, and he felt like pulling out each one.

The librarian was still talking on the phone, the children outside were playing, but all Ivar could think about was how hard it had been to breathe, and how much the walls felt like they were going to close and crush him in that moment when he was curled up on the floor hours ago, with useless legs at his side and that characteristic pain.

Why couldn't he just be normal?

"Fuck it." He grunted then, tearing up the page that contained the details of the ritual while making sure he was not seen, folding the paper and putting it in his pocket. He closed the book, got up, grabbed his crutch and went to put the book in a random place on the shelf where it belonged.

Without further ado, he passed the librarian who looked at him strangely again, still in that conversation (what kind of work allowed her to be on the phone for hours with no end?), And left the place that had been his hiding place in the last hours.

It was night when he returned home. The full moon shone overhead, and the children and their companions were already spotted in all kinds of disguises ringing the bells and knocking on the doors.

Upon entering his practically empty apartment, with only the minimalist decor here and there, he placed the bag from the convenience store on the couch, and pushed it away. The feet of the couch squeaked as they were dragged across the wooden floor and left a prominent mark.

He turned on the TV on a random channel and turned the sound down, just to feel a presence and have a light to illuminate, and closed the curtains on the window that was always closed too. He would never again make the mistake of leaving it open, the last time that Mrs.Rose's cat on the third floor entered the house in search of food, and left a mess of scratched furniture and broken cushions.

Taking a deep breath he took the materials he bought, and prepared himself.

Even though Ivar didn't believe it was going to work, he was still willing to try it, at this point he was desperate… The prices of medicines were high, the hospital bills were even higher, and even with his writing career going well, he continued to lose hundreds of dollars a month. Ivar was too proud to join his father's company, contrary to what his brothers had done. He wanted a job that was his own, and guaranteed on his own merit and not because it was in the family.

And he wanted to go outside and not worry about people seeing him because of his disability and dragging legs... he wanted to be able to live, not just survive.

For once in his life Ivar wanted normalcy.

He opened the box of chalk, took the page he still had in his pocket, and with the red chalk he drew the pentagram shown on the paper on the floor. The lines were more crooked than they were supposed to, but it should be enough to work.

He took the black candles, placed one on each of the five ends of the star, and lit them with a lighter. Then he put the charcoal in a bowl, lit it and watched it burn for a while.

He took the knife in his pocket, took the sharp blade to the index finger of his left hand and pressed hard, breaking the skin. Ivar saw the red drops begin to fall into the bowl, the blood sizzling as it came in contact with the burning coal.

And then he did nothing more than take a deep breath for a few good minutes.

Before being too afraid to continue - he wasted too much time and energy to stop now - he spoke, pronouncing each word slowly and correctly, in a calm tone.

"Daemon, esto subjecto voluntati maea. Te invoco apro funus inferni, Y/N." 

For a moment nothing happened it was just him there, in the middle of the living room, with a number of absurd things around him that if anyone saw him, he would be immediately sent to a hospital.

But suddenly he shivered. The floor shook, the walls shook, everything shook. TV and appliances, furniture, lamps, everything. The plates and glass bottles on the kitchen table rattled, toppled and broke into a thousand pieces as it fell to the floor. The windows seemed to want to open with the force of the wind outside that wanted to enter, whistling furiously. Ivar had to hold on to something when the earthquake suddenly got stronger.

And then…

The flames went out, leaving the wax to melt and hit the floor, he wasn't sure how he was going to explain it to the owner, the shaking stopped and the wind calmed down.

Ivar was left in darkness and silence, with blood dripping from his index finger to his pants, and breathing so fast that he had to open his mouth and inhale as deeply as his lungs could take to try to breathe.

Blood was pumping through his veins and hitting his ears, preventing him from hearing.

"You are such an idiot." The man said frustrated with himself. It was just an earthquake, which came just in time to almost make me believe. Later, when I turn on the TV, I’m going to see that all over the news.

He shook his head, and looked once again at the destruction in the kitchen and confusion in the living room. He was getting ready to go clean up the mess when the candles lit again - alone this time - they went up so high that they looked like they were going to reach the ceiling, beautiful dancers in red, orange, and yellow dresses. The firelight created strange shadows in every corner, tall and small, thin and wide.

And there, in the middle of the chalk-drawn pentagram, was a woman.

Ivar gasped in shock, stepping back several steps, almost falling into the sack of coal left there. The woman looked at him and he looked at the mysterious woman.

"Mortals." She almost spat, full of disdain. "Always so bold and wishing for more than they are due."

He didn't know what to say or how to react. He had hoped it would work but at the same time he didn't really expect it to actually work!

"So what do you want, human?" She said disinterestedly, looking at the chalk-drawn pentagram that held her in disgust.

"I want to make a deal."

"Oh really?" The way she spoke suggested that she thought the boy was stupid. "What is your name, mortal?"

"Ivar Lothbrok." He replied proudly, because as much as he hated his life, he could not hate his name.

"Cute." Y/N commented with an eyebrow raised in clear disdain. "Now tell me what you really want."

Ivar tried to swallow his anger, tried not to let it show on his face and mannerisms, but he couldn't. His eyes and jaw narrowed, his nostrils flared in fury, and his hands gripped the clutch so tightly that for a moment he was afraid to break it. "Look at me and tell me what you think I want!"

And she looked. She looked from head to toe, passing through his long dark hair, blue eyes and facial features, over his body and legs... those damn legs.

"I don't see anything too much."

If it were possible, Ivar would now be smoking his ears. The veins in his neck swelled and bulged, and his cheeks flushed with anger.

“All my life I have always been different from everyone else. If we still lived in ancient times, my parents would leave me in the forest for the wolves when I was born. My whole life has been a struggle, I am the youngest son and the one who had the misfortune of being like this. I'm not normal, I'm not like my brothers, and as much as everyone tells me that it doesn't matter… I can't help being angry all the time.” Ivar confessed, forcing his grip on his clutch. “I was born with broken legs, I spent my entire life in hospitals and being inspected by the doctors. And now they said they think that I will get worse and stop walking completely. Being healthy is what I want.”

There was silence for a long time, while the human and demon looked at each other.

"Yes, that is possible."

"Then give it to me!"

The demon's laugh was loud, hoarse and cold, and her face was full of disdain. But then it changed in front of him, becoming something out of a horror movie. The beautiful woman was gone and now there was something much worse. It was an almost grotesque sight in his human eyes. A dark and without beauty female figure. A pale face and half cadaverous; black lips and sharp teeth like a dagger blade. Completely red eyes shining with hunger and malice. Two long horns protruded from between the hair with something sticky like blood.

Ivar's extremely blue eyes widened, he backed away almost falling again in that damn night.

“Honey, this is not how it works. Do you really know who you are talking to? Do you think you can boss me around? Do you expect me to do something to you without giving me something in return?” She said in an ugly, guttural and chilling voice, smiling devilishly revealing a long, almost snake-like tongue.

"As long as you're in that trap, you'll have to do what I want." He tried as hard as possible not to let his voice falter, but he still couldn't.

"Oh really?"

And as if just to prove her point, she took a step forward, approaching and crossing the crooked lines that formed the pentagram leaving the trap completely.

“Deary, you should have done your research better. With a normal demon, perhaps this lowly trap could have worked, but with me? I am something much worse than a simple demon, and by invoking me you have left me completely free to do what I want. ”

"I'm not afraid of you."

"You should be."

Ivar's heart was pounding in his chest, almost as if it was about to explode at any moment, and his fragile legs were shaking so much that he didn't even know how he was still standing.

"I want to be able to walk freely, run, jump... Do everything I can't right now. Please..." She seemed to want him to beg, but Ivar didn't. He could put aside some of his pride, but not that much.

They stayed close to each other, he deathly pale looking in amazement at the bottomless red pits that were her eyes, her sharp teeth, her black lips full of darkness... Until she opened a toothy and devilish smile, and little by little her demonic features retreated, disappearing into her skin again and making her look like a human woman again… and a beautiful one.

She walked away still smiling amused, letting out a little laugh. "Usually I give you what you want and you have ten years to enjoy it."

Ivar's heart gave a huge leap in his chest. "What happens at the end of the ten years?"

"I keep your soul…” Y/N shrugged, assessing her sharp nails before looking at him and raising her left eyebrow, still with the crooked smile on her lips. “Which means that at the end of these years, you die. "

Ten years, thought Ivar. I always knew that I wouldn't live long, anyway. But...

"Usually?" He gave voice to his thoughts.

“I liked you, you seem to have courage... You were brave in trying to challenge me, stupid, but brave. I'll give you what you want, in exchange for... ”The woman seemed to think for a while. “… a kiss.”

"A kiss?" The young man thought surprised and in other words, extremely incredulous. With everything she could ask of him, she just wanted a kiss? The book should have been mistaken, it was impossible for this demon to be so dangerous if Ivar is the one that actually wins with the agreement between them.

"A simple and small kiss." She repeated, seeing his puzzled expression. "It's one kiss or your soul, you choose."

"We have an agreement, then." Ivar said.

"Great." Y/N smiled, making her eyes blood-red again.

She came over, put her hand on his neck and pulled him forward until their lips were timidly shocking at first, but quickly turning into a fleeting and toothy kiss, with their lips moving in sync and their tongues caressing one another. She tasted like danger... And it was a good taste.

When they pulled away, Y/N still had the smirk on her mouth when she snapped her fingers, causing him to make a huge cry.

He felt excruciating pain like never before, his legs seemed to be on fire, they burned so much, the pain was horrible. It felt like all of his fragile bones were breaking and growing, only to break again. Ivar fell to the ground screaming so loudly that his neighbors probably thought he was being murdered and would be ready to call the police at any moment.

It hurt, but it passed. Sweat ran down his face, his hands were shaking, his body was shaking. But when he got up again without the help of a crutch, he had never felt better, his legs were… healthy, normal, complete… healed.

"I- I can't believe this..."

"You have what you want, and I got what I want. "

Something about her facial expression seemed wrong, Y/N seemed too delighted just for the simple reward she had won.

"The kiss wasn't the only thing you wanted, was it?"

"No, it was not."

"We had an agreement! What do you-"

"I don't have anyone either." Felix said.

"Same here."

"My friends are all busy."

Corpse cleared his throat, trying to clear his voice and make himself heard among so many people. "I think I can see if Y/N wants to join us..."

"Oh yeah! It’s been a while since we played with her. ”

"Isn't she busy?" Sykkuno asked.

Corpse hummed thoughtfully, drumming his fingers on the wood of the desk, and grabbing his phone checking the time, and checking to see if he had any messages from Y/N, which he didn't. “The last time I saw her she was in the living room watching Stranger Things again, but I will try to convince her. Wait a little.”

He silenced the microphone, took off his headphones still being able to listen to the background noise of his friends talking at the same time, got up from his gaming chair and left his recording room, crossing the hall.

When he got to the living room, Y/N was half lying and half sitting on the couch, with a soft blanket over her legs and hugging a pillow on the verge of tears.

"Why do I do this to myself?" She questioned sadly when she saw him approaching. "I thought Billy's death wasn't going to affect me again! He was an idiot but he grew on me! It's the last time I rewatch this show, I won't go through this again."

Corpse couldn't control himself, dissolving into deep laughter when he gave her a long and tender kiss on the lips, which she sighed contentedly. He played with her hair, watching her close her eyes in appreciation and smiling softly at him.

"We need another player, Lily had to leave… come and play with me."

"Baby…" Y/N whined trying to look at the TV when she moved away from him, leaning back on the couch again. Corpse placed himself in front of the screen preventing her from seeing the screen, and as much as she tried to push him away, he did not move. "I was going to watch Vikings next."

"Please, babe…" Corpse pleaded with the saddest expression he could, giving her kisses on the right cheek. "I miss playing with you, come on. I promise that I will make a pause, and we can watch what you want when  we're done."

"Even if it's Game of Thrones again?" She asked with a malicious gleam in her eyes.

Corpse paused, pressing his lips together and frowning in confusion: “Again? How many times have you watched that fucking show?”

"One or two times." Y/N responded vaguely, trying to finish watching the episode. Seeing Corpse's incredulous look, however, she gave up. "Well... five times, maybe."

"Every season?"

"All seven of them." She exclaimed, making her boyfriend laugh knowing how much she hated the eighth season of Game of Thrones, preferring to pretend that it didn't even exist.

Corpse sat beside her, playing with the knuckles of her right hand, pulling her hair away and giving her sweet little kisses on the skin of her neck making her laugh.

She knew this was just one of his many attempts to get her to agree. "Are you streaming?"

"No, but most of the others are."

"You know I'm awful in Among Us." She complained.

"It doesn't matter." Corpse said, pulling her closer to him.

"I'm going to have to play on my phone, I don't feel like going to get my laptop from our bedroom." She spoke at last, but at the same time trying to make him change his mind.

"No problem." Corpse guaranteed.

Y/N sighed affectionately, paused the episode and kissed Corpse once more, looking him in his brown eyes and admiring his mess of curls. "Let's go then."

Corpse gave her a bright smile and pulled her into the recording room. He gave her the cat-ear headphones he had kept in a desk drawer (the headphones had been a gift from him when Y/N started playing with them sometimes, even though she wasn't a gamer), and watched her sit on the small black pouf nearby.

"She is going to play." Corpse warned when he sat down again and activated the microphone.

"Good!"

"Awesome."

There was a small characteristic sound of someone joining the call, the circle with the picture of Emily from the movie Corpse Bride appeared and Y/N exclaimed, "Hi guys!"

"Y/N, I missed you." Rae said excitedly.

"Oh, so did I." The girl replied as she went to the laptop on the left counter, and placed the small crown on the head of her white avatar.

Felix interrupted, apologizing: "I pressed start unintentionally guys, get ready."

"We will talk more later, Y/N." Poki ensured at the very moment the game started, everyone silenced the microphone and went on their way.

Corpse's desk was in a corner of the room, near a window that was almost always closed. Corpse leaned slightly to the right, craning his neck as far as he could while looking at his girlfriend's cell phone, trying to decipher whether she was the imposter or not. When she saw him, she gave an indignant cry hiding the object from his sight, while the young man tried to look as innocent as he could.

"Don't try to look, you cheater." She said laughing as Corpse offered her a smirk, and put on the eye patch he had forgotten. "You are lucky that I can’t see your screen from here, or else I would do the same to you."

Corpse's little black avatar approached Y/N’s, giving her a kiss and quickly running away while he winked at the girl who was looking at him lovingly. "My queen."

The lights were turned off, Y/N being quick to get out of the reactor and enter the electrical accompanied by Sykkuno who turned the lights on again. The girl searched the room, and fortunately she did not find any bodies cut in half waiting for her in the dark.

Sykkuno's little avatar danced around her, and Y/N accompanied him to the medbay where she saw him stand for a few seconds on top of the scan machine. Thinking he was safe, she danced too and left him to go complete her tasks.

She was now in the administration swiping the card at the central table when a distinctive sound was heard, and the huge red signal appeared on the screen with a green avatar pressing the emergency button.

Surprisingly, no one had died yet.

"Uh, Y/N?" Sykkuno spoke sheepishly.

The woman's eyebrows shot up in confusion when she unmuted the microphone, and exchanged a look with Corpse who was already looking at her.

"Yes? I didn't do anything! I went to turn on the lights with you, I saw you doing a scan so I went to the admin to do the card task."

"I know, I'm not doubting you."

"Oh, so why did you call the meeting?" She asked, unsure.

"How are you?" He asked in an extremely youthful and innocent voice.

"I'm fine and you?" 

"I’m good as well."

 The other people got together quickly without understanding anything.

"Did you call a meeting just to ask her how she's doing?" Rae exclaimed, confused.

"Yes."

"Oh my god, skip guys!"

One by one they were skipping while Sykkuno said: "Hey! I understand that it may seem suspicious, but she doesn't play with us often and we didn't even ask her how she was because Felix started the game immediately as soon as she entered."

"That’s sweet." Y/N commented touched by having such good friends.

Sykkuno laughed. "I will be your bodyguard in this round, wherever you go I will go and nobody will kill you."

Corpse who was the one who still had to skip, stopped and said quietly: "Sykkuno?"

"Yeah?"

"You understand that she already has me to protect her, right?"

"Well Corpse, the last time that I saw you, you were alone on the other side of the map and left her unprotected."

"She is my girl, I am the one who has to protect her." The amusement was in the deep voice of the curly-haired boy.

"WHAT?" Everyone shouted at the same time, but the count dropped quickly and the meeting ended.

Laughing, Y/N went down from the cafeteria to the administration quickly accompanied by Sykkuno and Corpse, one on each side of her white character. She went to the table to try to do her task once and for all, when again a meeting was called, this time by Pewds.

"Can you let me finish swiping the card, please?" Y/N questioned indignantly.

"Did anyone else hear what I heard?!" Felix practically shouted.

"What just happened?" Sean joined screaming.

"She's your what?" Rae sounded shocked.

"She’s my girl?" Corpse repeated extremely confusedly, moving away from the desk hitting his knee with his hand and indicating Y/N to approach, which she was quick to do. With the cell phone in hand and the cute cat-ear headphones, Y/N kissed him on the lips and sat on his lap (Corpse peeking at her phone and being able to see that she was not really an imposter).

"You little cheater." She laughed, pinching one of his cheeks and kissing the other.

"She’s your girl?" Poki spoke slowly.

"Guys, what's the problem?" Y/N couldn't understand it, and Corpse didn't understand it either.

"The problem is that I don't understand what he meant here."

"That she is my girlfriend, what else should it mean?" Corpse exclaimed loudly, placing one hand on her waist and the other tickling her belly.

"I think I'm dreaming. I entered the Twilight zone by mistake and didn't notice?" Sean wondered.

Felix commented, "I'm literally pinching myself right now."

Y/N's facial expression showed confusion and bewilderment. "You didn’t know?"

"NO!"

"I told you before." Corpse was quick to assert.

"You said she was your roommate." Toast refuted.

"I said that she was my girlfriend who lives with me."

"No…" Sykkuno interrupted innocently. "You said she was your girl friend."

"Yes… like a friend that is a girl." Rae continued.

Y/N and Corpse exchanged a stunned look, with strange expressions on their faces for a long and silent moment... Until they dissolved into so much laughter that it was even difficult to breathe. Corpse slammed a hand on the desk, while Y/N laughed so hard that her phone slipped out of her hand and would have fallen to the floor if her boyfriend wasn't quick to pick it up.

"Are we really doing this right now? I can't believe you!" She exclaimed through their laughter.

The couple took a deep and calming breath, Y/N leaning completely against Corpse's chest as he laughed calmly through her hair, kissing her ear affectionately.

"I am outraged!" Poki said.

"I've never been more shocked in my life!" Rae was quick to scream.

"Well… Uh, I'm so happy for you guys. I think I want you both to protect me then, I guess." Sykkuno commented, and they could almost visualize the sincere smile on his face.

And with another exchange of glances the couple had another attack of laughter, amid the angry screams of their friends.

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As her small and comfortable car drove through the streets of Los Angeles, the girl kept listening to what was on the radio. Every now and then, her stomach would churned with nervousness but she would take a deep breath and smile uncertainly to herself, trying to convince herself that everything would be okay.

Fed up with the podcast she was listening to, turned her car's Bluetooth on when she had to stop at a red traffic light, she switched to her current favorite Playlist.

Distracted by the music and humming softly accompanied by Rihanna's voice, she put the first gear back on, moving the car forward when the traffic light turned green, quickly shifting to the second and then putting on the third.

Her mind was racing, however.

Life had gone well since that specific day... since Y/N and Corpse confessed their feelings to each other. Their mutual friends that they played with knew the truth and were extremely happy for them, which was wonderful and soothing. Outside of them, no one else knew what had happened.

Corpse and Y/N talked every day, stayed on the phone every night until one of them fell asleep unfortunately, the girl always fell asleep first, and saw each other through FaceTime whenever they could.

In other words, the two could say that they were basically dating already... Even though there was never a real question. But perhaps that was about to change, for the day had finally come when they would meet physically.

A sound of receiving a phone call invaded the car and interrupted her thoughts. With a smile on her lips already knowing who was, Y/N clicked on the answer button and waited while entering a roundabout.

"Hey." That characteristic deep voice was heard.

"Hey you." She replied while looking briefly at his name written on the car screen.

"Are you on your way yet?"

"Yes, I just left the house. I'll be there In about two hours, depending on the traffic today."

Corpse cleared his throat and Y/N almost visualized him playing with his rings, and messing with his dark curly hair. "Are you sure you haven't forgotten anything?"

"Well, I hope not. I’ve had my bags packed for two days, but I think I have everything that is necessary with me. If not, there is no problem really." She replied.

"This is going to... This is really going to happen isn't it?" She could hear the smile in the man's voice.

"Yes, Corpse, it is. We will finally meet in person."

"I can't wait to see you." He whispered.

Y/N felt her cheeks warm for a moment, and she knew that if she looked in the mirror she would see a dark pink tone on her skin. She bit her lower lip in an attempt to stop the huge smile. "I can't wait to give you a big hug and tell you everything face to face."

Corpse laughed deeply, his tone was warm and full of emotion. "I know... I am anxious, and I am not going to lie about it. I'm super nervous. My hands are shaking so much that I don't even know how I haven't dropped my phone yet."

"Oh, Corpse..." Y/N whispered with a heavy heart, but was attentive to the road at the intersection where she was. "There is no reason to be nervous, it's just me. It’s just us."

"I know..." He sighed softly. After a few minutes without speaking, enjoying the comfortable silence between the two and listening to the sound of the Y/N’s car motor, he continued. "Well..." Corpse cleared his throat. "I will let you concentrate on your driving. Be careful and pay attention to the road."

"I will, I’ll see you later."

"Bye."

"Bye, Corpse."

The call ended but the anxiety and nervousness did not. However, only the sound of his voice and the small conversation they had was able to make Y/N smile all the way to San Diego.

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Y/N pressed the turn signal, the green arrow flashing to the right, and parked the car in an empty parking space in front of the building. The woman's neutral and almost robotic voice came from the GPS saying: You have reached your destination. Shaking in her place, the girl put on the brake and turned off the car, taking a deep breath trying to calm herself once more.

It was now or never... Should she send him a message to let him know she was already there? Should she just knock on the door? Her hands were shaking so much, and her heart was beating so hard and so fast that it almost hurt.

She sat in the driver's seat for a few more minutes, so nervous she might pass out. It is better to just go there, she thought, the longer it takes the more nervous I will become.

She took a deep breath, unbuckled her seat belt, removed the keys from the ignition and quickly got out of the car, closing the door behind her, and going to the trunk to remove the pink suitcase. When it was on the floor next to her, she closed the trunk and locked the car safely, looking at the intimidating building in front of her.

Without further ado she approached it, opened the entrance door, climbed the stairs with some difficulty to his floor, and trembling, she shyly knocked on the door with her knuckles.

That door was opened so fast that it even scared her.

They were both looking at each other almost stunned... Finally they were there, in person, just a meter away and with a spine of the door separating them. Corpse was even more beautiful in person, and Y/N found herself lost in his dark eyes for a while.

"Hi..." She said sheepishly.

Corpse looked at her examining her from head to toe as if he couldn't believe she was real. Finally he smiled so beautifully that she almost forgot to breathe. "Hi." He replied.

Y/N dragged the suitcase a little closer to her, uncertain how to proceed. She didn't have time to think, however, as Corpse seemed to get tired of the waiting and shyness between them, crossed the space between the two and took her in his arms. His body was warm against hers, extremely hot, and his embrace was loving and passionate. Y/N inhaled his attractive scent - a mixture of soap, men's perfume and something else - and Corpse laughed through her hair.

"You’re here!" He exclaimed loudly, laughing deeply, spinning in circles with her still in his arms laughing out loud like he was.

When the two were inside the apartment, Corpse released her and pulled her suitcase inside as well, closing the door to prevent any curious neighbor from trying to see what was going on.

The two of them stayed there with smiles so big on their faces that their cheeks hurt… But it was definitely a good pain.

"I don't even know what to say..." Y / N confessed, practically shaking with excitement in her place.

Corpse smiled again, taking her hand timidly and gently, caressing her skin and interlacing their fingers and pulling her closer to him. "Me neither."

They were silent just enjoying the moment, and enjoying the fact that they were there, together... that it was real. How many times had they imagined this? How many times had they dreamed of that moment?

Corpse lowered his head slightly looking into her eyes intently, but his brows furrowed as if something troubling was going through his mind. "I…"

"What is it?" Y/N questioned worriedly.

Corpse made a shy expression. “Can I… Can I kiss you?”

Y/N's cheeks caught fire but her smile was so big, and she was so happy that she felt like she was going to explode at any moment. "Yes! Yes, of course you can…"

The young man approached, with his hand on Y/N's waist to pull her closer and the other one climbing up her arm, her shoulder, then her neck and resting on her burning cheek, where he was caressing the hot skin. Their fresh, labored and nervous breaths mingled, closing the distance until their lips touched, finally in what felt like an explosion of fireworks or an explosion of magic. Corpse's lips were soft and warm against hers, kissing her tenderly, as he brought their bodies together even more almost as if he was afraid that she would disappear at any moment.

The kiss was a mixture of lips and tongues, longing, passion and mostly love. It ended faster than they would have liked, but they stayed in each other's arms, sharing passionate smiles.

After a moment, Corpse whispered, "I still think this is a dream, and that I'm going to wake up after the normal three fucking hours that I can barely sleep."

Y/N laughed with her heart leaping and butterflies in her belly, playing with the laces of the black sweatshirt he had worn that day, wrapping it around her fingers and looking him in the dark eyes. "Me too, I've pinched myself hundreds of times today just to make sure this was real. But if this is a dream, I don't want to wake up anymore."

"I will punch the face of anyone who tries to wake me up." Corpse joked making Y/N let out the laugh he liked so much to hear.

"I love you." She whispered dizzy with emotion.

"That’s good, because I love you too."

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