Chapter 1: The "You're Marrying the Wrong Person!" Cliché
Emil shook as he heard the priest drone on and on. I can't believe it. I can't believe he's actually getting married . He thought. He had to force himself not to cry. How did he, Emil Steilsson, end up as the best man at the wedding for the man he loved?
“Hey, you okay?” the other groomsman, Mathias, whispered to him. Emil nodded weakly. He remembered when he first met Mathias, he hated his guts, but somehow they'd managed to become close friends.
Mathias patted his shoulder comfortingly, and Emil calmed down some, giving a soft appreciative smile.
“Does anyone object?” the priest asked, then paused. There was nothing but silence.
I do. I don't want this to happen. I object! Emil screamed internally. He gulped and clutched Mathias’s arm tightly. The older man looked down at him in confusion, but said nothing.
“Well in that case, do you, Lukas, ta—”
“Wait!” Who said that? Emil wondered. And why is everyone staring at me?
“Emil, what's wrong?” Lukas asked him.
“I...did I say that?” Emil was so confused.
“Yeah, you did. Is something wrong?” Lukas gave him a look of genuine concern. One that made Emil’s heart jump.
“I'm sorry. Please, forgive me. I ruined the moment. I-I'll just leave now.” Emil wasn't sure why he was doing this, but he sprinted away as fast as he could.
“I'll go after him.” Mathias offered.
“No, it's okay. I'll get him.” Lukas rejected, running out after his best man.
It was beyond him how Emil ran so far so fast, and Lukas couldn't spot him anywhere. He ended up running around the immediate area for nearly fifteen minutes before he finally caught sight of his target.
“Emil!” he called out, running towards the man. Emil was curled up in the corner of the church garden, hugging his knees to his chest and crying loudly.
“Lukas?” Emil lifted his head.
“Hey, are you okay? What happened back there?” Lukas interrogated. “Why are you crying?”
“Don’t do it Lukas. Please, don't get married today.” Emil sniffled. He didn't care if he was being selfish. He couldn't keep his feelings to himself anymore.
“If I don't, will you stop crying?” Lukas asked. Emil nodded.
“Fine then. I won't.” Lukas decided.
“Wait, you're serious?” Emil choked out.
“Of course. I'll call this whole thing off if that's what you want.” Lukas affirmed.
“Lukas, you can't. You love him! Don't ruin this over me.” Emil shook his head. “Wait...why are you doing this for me?”
“I thought about a lot of things while I was running around looking for you, you know.” Lukas told him. “I could have let Mathias go after you and continued on with the wedding, and I could've gotten mad at you for interrupting, but I didn't. I wanted to go after you. I asked myself why that was; why I chose you over the wedding. And the answer was simple. You meant more to me.”
“Lukas, what are you saying?” Emil asked. Lukas sat beside him and pulled him into a hug.
“I thought I could go through with it. Go up there, get married, be happy or whatever. But the second you weren't with me, it all crashed. All the excitement, the happiness, the anticipation, all of it was replaced by this sickening emptiness the moment you weren't there to share it with me.” Lukas continued on. “And while I was chasing you I wondered, how come it hurts so badly to be apart from Emil, but not from the man I'm supposed to be marrying?”
“I don't know.” Emil swallowed thickly, his heart threatening to beat straight out of his chest.
“The only logical explanation was that I love you more.” Lukas concluded. Emil shook his head.
“You don't mean that.”
“Emil, I just ran out on my own wedding for you. I left my fiancé alone at that altar, and I don't even feel the least bit bad. He's probably pissed right now, and I'm not even sure he still wants to marry me after all this, yet...yet somehow I don't really care. But the second I saw you crying I swear I could actually feel my heart breaking, and I knew I would give anything to make it stop.”
“I know this sounds completely crazy right now, but I love you. I don't know why I ever thought I could love anyone else, or why I agreed to get married when...when some part of me always knew I was in love with you. I guess I was trying to prove to myself that I could live without you, but I can't, and I went about the completely wrong way of doing things. And now I've ruined everyone's day and broken someone's heart, and I don't think I can fix this.” Lukas’s eyes began to water as the reality of what he'd done crashed down on him.
“Don't worry about it.” Emil nuzzled Lukas’s shoulder. “I'll help you fix this, okay? We'll figure it all out.”
“Yes. I'll do anything for you.” Emil kissed Lukas’s cheek. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” Lukas kissed him on the lips. “Shit, we've got a lot of explaining to do when we get back in that church.”
“That's an understatement." Emil laughed.
“Come on, let's go.”
Okay so maybe it's just me, but I feel like barely anyone's even shipping this ship anymore. Therefore, in the interest of keeping my otp alive, I'm willing to TRY to write anything you guys request.
I have but two rules:
1. The main pairing has to be Norice (duh)
2. I will not write for three way pairing. They're called PAIRings for a reason.
So, if there's any idea that you want to see being made into a story, let me know and I'll do my best to make it happen.
No promises on how long it'll take, but it'll happen.
(But seriously like there are never any new norice stories anymore, at least not ones that have it as a main pairing. I find it depressing DX)
Chapter 2: The Fake-To-Real Boyfriends Cliché
Another wedding related story.
I would just like to say now that I have nothing against Hong Kong, I just felt like I needed to stop having so many random nameless OC's everywhere and start using more characters.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Of course the asshole couldn't handle the breakup maturely. He couldn't just move on and let it be. No, no he had to go and prove that he “won the breakup.” That he found love first. He had to rub it in that, “hey, I'm happy and you aren't.” Emil glared down at the letter in his hands with a burning hatred.
“Hey there, cutie! I've decided to invite you to my wedding, because that's like, how totally over you I am. No hard feelings anymore though, right?” it read. It went on to give all the details of the wedding before closing with,
“I'm looking forward to seeing what piece of trash you drag in as a date.
How in the holy hell did this douchebag manage to find someone before Emil did? It made no sense! Emil could not believe the nerve of this man. How dare he try and act like it was Emil’s fault they broke up! Leon was the one who decided to sleep with someone else in Emil’s apartment. Wait a minute. Leon wasn't going to marry…
Emil double checked the invitation. Yong Soo. Un-fucking-believable. He's marrying the man he cheated on me with? And invited me to the wedding?! That sick son of a— I'll show him. I'll bring the hottest date in existence.
Emil wondered how exactly he planned on meeting someone who would be willing to be his date in such a short period of time, but he had to do it somehow. Unless...unless he didn't have to meet someone new. Emil grinned. It just so happened he knew one stunningly hot man who would love to help Emil spite his ex lover. He quickly grabbed his phone and clicked the first number on his speed dial.
“Hey, Emil. How's it going?” the person on the other end of the line asked.
“Terrible. Absolutely terrible.” Emil responded.
“Shit, are you okay? Do you need me to come over?” The person asked, concern evident in their voice.
“Yes please.” Emil requested.
Emil hung up the phone and patiently awaited his company. Within a half hour, he heard a knock on his door and eagerly ran over to open it. He yanked the door open and was greeted with the comforting sight of his best friend.
Emil smiled up at the tall blond. His best friend really was something else. His hair framed his face perfectly, and his deep blue, almost purple, eyes were the most enchanting things Emil had ever seen. Because of his job, he wore a suit more often than not, but even the long sleeves couldn't hide his obvious muscles. He's so perfect. Emil thought enviously. The man was easily Emil's favorite person on the planet; he had a personality to match his looks. He'd stuck with Emil through all the shittiest times in his life, and Emil was forever grateful.
“What's going on, Emil?” Emil was pulled from his thoughts.
“Lukas, can I ask you to do something completely crazy for me?” Emil asked.
“Depends on what it is.” Lukas shrugged in response.
“Will you pretend to be my boyfriend?” Emil questioned.
“Will I...what?” Lukas stared down at him incredulously.
“It's just...remember how a year ago I caught Leon cheating on me so we broke up?”
“Of course. It was devastating.” That was one thing Emil always loved about Lukas—his sympathy. The way he truly cared about how Emil was feeling. And he was only like this with Emil, no one else. It made the silver-haired man feel special.
“Well he's marrying the tramp he cheated on me with and had the nerve to invite me to the wedding. I want to see the look on his stupid face when I walk in with a date that's ten times hotter than the idiot he's with.” Emil explained. He couldn't help noting the slightest tinge of pink that graced Lukas’s cheeks as he said that last part.
“Are you asking me if I would like to help you ruin the best day of Leon’s life?” Lukas raised an eyebrow.
“Y-Yes?” Emil answered hesitantly.
“Count me in.” Lukas smirked. The day he'd found about what that asshole had done to his precious Emil, he'd wanted nothing more than to murder him. He'd waited forever for a chance like this to make the son of a bitch pay. Of course, he'd felt a bit guilty when he realized just how happy he was when the two had broken up. The truth was, he'd always wanted Emil to himself, but he was too scared of ruining their friendship to do anything about it.
Even if it is fake, I finally get to be with him. Lukas thought excitedly. I swear I'll make the most of this day.
Emil walked into the wedding hugging onto Lukas’s arm nervously.
“Hey, don't worry. Everything is going to be fine.” the blond assured him.
“I-It’s not exactly likely for someone like me to show up with someone like you. Anyone can tell you are way out of my league, it's suspicious.” Emil muttered.
“Don't underestimate yourself. Just follow my lead and try to make it believable.” Lukas instructed. Emil nodded. “Besides, I think you're super cute.”
“Really?” Emil gaped.
“Would I lie to you?” Lukas asked rhetorically.
Emil took a deep breath and walked forwards more confidently. He couldn't control smile that spread across his face as his ex stared at him in astonishment.
“E-Emil, glad you could make it. Is this...is this your date?” Leon asked.
“No shit.” Lukas said before Emil had the chance to. He wrapped his arm firmly around Emil’s waist to make his point.
Leon looked Lukas up and down for a solid minute before laughing. “Nope. There's no way. I bet you're just trying to make me jealous.”
“Is it working?” Emil smirked. Leon grimaced. I'll take that as a yes.
“But just to be clear,” Lukas added. “We are together.”
He pulled Emil close so their chests were touching and tilted his chin up. Before Emil could say or do anything, Lukas smashed their lips together.
Emil tried not to act too shocked—that would blow their cover—but he couldn't believe this was actually happening. He's...he's really kissing me! Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Leon’s jaw drop.
Lukas pulled back and wiped his lips, smirking smugly at the stunned Asian. Emil was already excited about how the rest of the night would go.
By the time the night was over, Emil and Lukas were a tad buzzed, and they stumbled out of the reception while laughing their asses off.
“I can't believe you started flirting with Yong Soo in front of Leon.” Emil giggled.
“Hey, anything to piss that guy off.” Lukas shrugged. “ I can't believe you ran in front of that poor girl to catch the bouquet.”
“Hey,” Emil held up the little bunch of flowers. “I earned this fucking bouquet. Now I just need to wait for the perfect guy to suddenly waltz up and fall in love with me.”
“How do you know he hasn't already?” Lukas asked.
“What do you mean?”
“How do you know the perfect man hasn't already fallen for you?” Lukas explained.
“Well if you know him, hook me up.” Emil joked.
“Oh, I think you already know him.” Lukas stopped walking and turned Emil to face him.
“Wait a minute, do you mean—” Emil’s question was cut off when he felt a pair of lips pressed against his.
“Do I mean that I love you?” Lukas asked as he broke the kiss. “Yes.”
“Lukas, I don't know what to say.” Emil was confused. How could his smart, beautiful, perfect best friend have a thing for him of all people? (Needless to say, Emil's past issues with Leon had left him more than a little insecure.)
“Say that you'll give me a chance. I know it's a little early to have used the “L” word, and I'm sorry, but at least go on a date with me.” Lukas insisted.
“Emil, spending today with you has been one of the best days of my life, and I know you had fun too. This doesn't have to be a one time thing. We can have fun together all the time, but you have to give me a chance.” Lukas pleaded.
“Okay.” Emil agreed.
“Okay, I'll go on a date with you.” Emil smiled. “Because I love you too. And I'm not just saying it because you said it. For as long as I can remember, you're the only person who's ever really cared about me, and I can honestly say from the bottom of my heart that I love you, Lukas. I just wish it hadn't taken this whole fiasco to make me realize that.”
“Hey, as long as you realized it.” Lukas smiled back. “So...how does a movie tomorrow at, say, eight sound?”
“Sounds perfect.” Emil agreed. Just like you.
Pffft these are so corny
Chapter 3: The Physical Relationship That Turns Romantic Cliché
Not that this should surprise you, but this one leans a bit more towards the smutty side. It's not super graphic or anything, but it's there.
Whatever Lukas was expecting when he got back to his dorm, it certainly wasn't his longtime best friend waiting patiently at the door with a skimpy dress on. He felt his heart flutter as he observed the way the boy’s eyes lit up when he walked in, and something else come to life when he saw his friend’s smirk.
“Emil...what are you doing here?” Lukas questioned.
“Seriously? That's your first reaction?” Emil chuckled. “You're so lame.” He quickly stepped forwards to close the door behind Lukas before turning to face the taller male. “Anyway, you said you were having a stressful day so I thought I'd help out.”
“And by help out you mean…?”
“I think you know exactly what I mean.”
Lukas grinned and immediately picked up the smaller boy, kissing him deeply and already wandering towards the couch.
“Mmph...Lukas, wait.” Emil interrupted, pulling away from the kissing. “Take me to your room.”
Lukas was about to question him, but decided to as Emil requested. As soon as he stepped into his room, blood rushed to his cheeks—and somewhere lower.
“E-Emil. Holy shit.” he breathed. Lukas had learned a long time ago that Emil was more than a little kinky, but some of the toys laid out on Lukas’s bed right now were some next level shit.
“What? You're a real whiny pain when you're having a bad day, so I thought I'd go all out.” Emil winked. Actually winked.
“You…” Lukas gaped. “You are so fucking hot.”
He tightened his grip on Emil’s waist and slammed him onto the bed. Lukas forgot all about how crappy his day had been.
Lukas was panting by the time he pulled out of the boy beneath him. He rolled onto his side and laid there for a few minutes, just enjoying the moment, before he pulled the blindfold off Emil’s eyes.
“Feeling better?” Emil asked, also panting heavily.
“Hell yes.” Lukas grinned dumbly.
“Good. I'm glad.” Emil smiled sweetly. “Now can you untie me?”
“Of course.” Lukas couldn't help but feel guilty as he observed the boy's body. Damn. I didn't mean to hurt him that badly. He cringed at the sight of all the marks and bruises. Sure he'd had a bad day, but that was no excuse to have been that rough. Lukas sighed as he untied the ropes from around Emil’s wrists.
Emil pouted and rubbed them for a few moments, before shrugging it off and rising to get dressed into his normal clothes. “So, you want me to leave or help you with your homework?”
“...What?” Lukas looked at him quizzically.
“Part of the reason you were freaking out is because you had too many tests to study for on the same day you had a lot of homework right? I can take care of the homework part if you want.” Emil offered.
“You'd seriously do that?” Lukas couldn't believe it.
“Well duh. You're my best friend, it's my job.” Emil confirmed.
Lukas still couldn't get used to how casually Emil called him his best friend. Of course, it was his own fault for entering a “friends with benefits” relationship with the boy he'd had a crush on since grade school, but he couldn't help it. Lukas had known he'd never have a chance at dating Emil, but at least this way he could be sure no one else was laying a hand on the boy. Still, was it so wrong to have hoped that having sex this often would make Emil like him at least a little?
They'd been at this since freshman year of college, and now they were close to graduating, so Lukas had pretty much given up the notion of them ever being together.
“Say, Emil? How long are we gonna keep doing this for?” Lukas asked before he even realized it.
Even the start of this relationship had been Lukas’s fault now that he thought about it. On only their second week of college, he'd gone and gotten himself drunk at a party, and Emil had had to come to his rescue. Once they'd gotten back to Lukas’s dorm, Lukas has practically jumped his friend, and next thing either of them knew they were waking up in bed together. Lukas had thought for sure Emil would be angry, but instead he'd just muttered, “we should do that more often.” Thus beginning their less-than-romantic relationship.
“What do you mean?” Emil asked innocently, already fully dressed again.
“How long until you get sick of this and decide to go find yourself a real boyfriend? Are we gonna break this thing off at a set point, or am I just supposed to wait around until the day you suddenly decide this isn't enough for you?” Lukas wasn't sure what made him decide to bring this up. Maybe it was the panic of their upcoming graduation. Maybe finally just let emotions get the best of him. Either way, there was no turning back now.
“Lukas, I...I don't know.” Emil admitted.
“Then let me ask you this,” Lukas began. He dragged Emil back into the bed and pinned him down. “On a scale of one to ten, how badly do you want me right now?”
Without asking, Lukas started stripping his friend again, all while assaulting his neck with kisses and bites.
“Lukas, what are you doing?” Emil panted, squirming in Lukas’s grip.
“Answer the question, Emil.” Lukas growled, sinking his teeth into the boy’s collarbone.
“Ah~! S-Six?” Emil stammered.
“Just six?” Lukas frowned. “Better fix that.”
Lukas nudged his leg between both of Emil’s, roughly pressing his thigh against Emil’s crotch. Emil squirmed again and moaned loudly. Lukas smirked and began to run his hands all over the boy’s body, making sure to linger in all the places he knew his “best friend” liked.
Within minutes, Emil was reduced to a moaning, blushing mess. Lukas had him laying flat on his back with his legs spread wide. Emil whimpered as Lukas pulled away and sat back, just staring at him.
“Lukas please...why'd you stop?” Emil whined.
“What about now? How bad do you need it now?” Lukas questioned.
“Fuck, ten!” Emil practically screamed.
“That badly?” Lukas smirked. “How cute. However...would you still want me if I told you this?” Lukas leaned in close so his lips grazed Emil’s ear. “I love you.”
Emil froze, unsure of how to react.
“What if I told you that I've been in love with you since we were kids? That as amazing as sleeping with you is, it hurts every time you remind me that it's only as friends? Would you still want me to fuck you then?”
“If you just want to sleep around without feelings involved, look somewhere else.”
“Because I can't do this anymore. If you just want to be friends then I can't keep doing this shit. I can't keep screwing you and then pretending that nothing happened. I can't —”
“Lukas! If you would shut up for a minute and let me talk, I've been trying to say that I love you too!” Emil interrupted.
“You...you what?” Lukas asked.
“I love you too, you dumb ass!” Emil repeated, sitting up straight. “I always have. Why do you think I didn't get mad when you fucking jumped me? I'd wanted you so badly I didn't care how I got you. But when I tried to tell you how I felt, you misunderstood me and asked me to be your friend with benefits. I was heart broken, but I was so scared of losing you completely that I decided a sexual relationship was better than no relationship at all. I hoped that maybe someday you'd like me back, but lately…”
“Lately what?” Lukas asked.
“Y-You’ve been really mean.” Emil replied, his eyes watering. “Every single time we get together you make me leave immediately afterwards. You rarely look me in the eyes anymore. You just use me and kick me out. Lately I've been feeling more like your toy than your friend.”
“That's why today I went all out. I wanted you to want me again.” Emil sniffled. “So if you love me, why have you been doing this to me?”
“Listen, Em. I never meant to come across that way. It's just that lately my emotions have been eating at me more and more, and every time I look at you I feel like I'm falling even deeper in love with you. I was so sure you didn't feel the same way, so I tried to force myself to stop caring about you. I wanted to help you, not hurt you. I'm so so sorry.” Lukas pulled Emil up into his lap and held him closely.
“You really mean it?” Emil asked.
“Yes, I really mean it. You mean the world to me, Emil Steilsson.” Lukas smiled.
“So...you're my boyfriend then?” Emil asked.
“If you'll still have me.”
“Of course I will, dumb ass.”
“You have no idea how long I've wanted this.” Lukas muttered, resting his head on top of Emil’s.
“Actually, I think I do.” Emil chuckled. “But Lukas.”
“What is it, love?”
“I'm still really hard right now.”
Chapter 4: That Dumb Romance Trope Where the Bad Guy (Who's Really Not That Bad if You Get to Know Him) Falls For the Good Guy
In which Emil pretends to be a bully for certain reasons, and accidentally does it so well that even the love of his life ends up despising him.
WARNING: referenced past suicide
This...got really long for a short story. I mean, I actually started this one BEFORE the other three, and it's the last one I'm posting.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Lukas cringed as his back hit the locker, his glasses getting knocked off of his face. Four more steps… he thought miserably. Four more steps and he would have been safely in his next class. Alas, before he reached his haven, he managed to walk right into one of his school’s many bullies. He gasped as his book was torn from his hands, and the bully began skimming through the pages.
“Give that back!” Lukas demanded. That was one of his favorite books, and he didn't want anything happening to it.
“Or what? You'll start crying?” the insinuation irritated Lukas to the core.
“I don't want any trouble, just please hand that back to me.” Lukas sighed. He didn't like that idea of pleading with a bully, but he didn't have another choice. Truth be told, he was more than capable of beating up just about any of the bullies at his school, but he had his future to think about. He didn't want a college to reject him because he got in a fight and it went on his permanent record.
Unfortunately he was a bit of a nerd—being the president of both the chess club and the literary journal club—so non-nerds didn't take too kindly to him.
“Why, is it important to you?” the other teen taunted. “What if I were to do this?” He began tearing one of the pages.
“Stop! Please...that's my favorite book.” Lukas pleaded.
“Is it now?” the bully grinned. Uh oh.
Lukas nearly screamed as the other male grabbed a handful of pages and tore them out. Some might think it's stupid to be attached to a bunch of paper, but as Lukas watched his book being torn apart, he could feel his heart tearing along with it.
“Hey! This is my area asshole, you know that. My hallway, my nerd to pick on. I'll be taking this from here.” Lukas heard a voice say from not too far away.
Crap. I know that voice . He thought as his bully ran away in terror. Lukas turned towards the voice and came face to face with none other than the infamous Emil Steilsson. Well, maybe it wasn't face to face, considering Lukas was a good half a foot taller than the smaller male, but still.
Of all the douche bag bullies in school, Emil was easily Lukas’s least favorite. The boy was nothing special. He wasn't big or tough like the other guys (in fact he had a rather girlish figure), and he wasn't one of the rich kids either. He didn't play a sport, nor could he hold his own in a fight. By all accounts he had no business being a bully, yet he was one. He was because he was popular.
If Lukas would admit one thing about the boy in front of him, it's that he was certainly charming. He exuded the quiet, mysterious guy aura, and he had a way with words. Though Lukas thought his slicked-back hair and stylish outfits just made him look like a tool, all the girls fucking swooned over him, and his smile was to die for. No, Emil Steilsson was certainly nothing special, but somehow he'd managed to charm and flirt his way up to being one of the most loved kids in school.
What happened to you? Lukas often found himself wondering when he caught a glimpse of Emil in the halls. He used to be such a sweet, awkward little guy who always put others before himself. Now he was just a douchey, admittedly super hot, jerk face who didn't care who he stepped on to further himself in life. At least, that's how Lukas saw him.
“Hey Bondevik. Long time no see.” Emil greeted. Lukas watched in confusion as the boy leaned down and grabbed Lukas’s glasses off the floor and handed then back to him.
“Yeah. Hey.” Lukas responded. Did he just do something nice for me? Lukas had only just put his glasses back on when a hand slammed next to his head, effectively pinning him against the locker. He felt the strong urge to punch the shit eating grin off of Emil’s face as the boy smirked up at him.
“So, what'd you do to piss that guy off this time? Still can't keep your big mouth in check?” Emil questioned.
“None of your business. Fuck off.” Lukas growled.
“Wow, you don't have to be so mean.” Emil pouted.
“Do you want something from me, Steilsson?” Lukas asked.
“Just felt like saying hi to an old friend.” Emil replied. Lukas rolled his eyes. It was beyond him how the two of them had ever actually been friends.
“Don't you have innocent people's lives to be ruining?” Lukas just wanted to be left alone.
“Very funny.” Emil rolled his eyes. It wasn't until then that he noticed the torn up book lying a few feet away. He walked towards it and picked it up, eyes widening as he looked at the cover.
“Give it here.” Lukas said irritably. He just wanted his damn book back!
“Lukas…” Emil’s voice sounded different all of the sudden. All the snarky smugness was gone, and it came out soft and fragile. “I'm so sorry. I-I should have gotten here sooner.”
“What are you talking about?”
“If I'd noticed you sooner then maybe…” Emil looked distraught. His brow furrowed and his eyes watered. He clutched the book more tightly, squeezing his eyes shut and taking a shaky breath. “I just really loved this book, you know?”
Lukas couldn't do anything but stare. He'd almost forgotten who'd given him the book in the first place.
“Hey Lukas! Look what I got!” Emil called out, giggling happily.
“What is it?” Lukas looked at him questioningly.
“It's that book you wanted! I went to every book store in town looking for it.” Emil grinned proudly. “Here!”
Lukas stared down at the book. It was a book of myths and fairy tales that he'd wanted since third grade. It'd been two whole years since he'd told Emil about it, and his friend had actually remembered.
“You're giving it to me?”
“Duh, silly. That's why I got it in the first place.”
“Because! You're my best friend forever. Right?”
Lukas felt a smile tug at his lips. That had been one of the happiest moments of his relatively shitty life. When the two of them started middle school, Emil constantly got anxiety attacks, and Lukas would always pull him out of class and take him somewhere quiet to read to him until he calmed down. The book had meant a lot to both of them. What happened to you, Emil? He thought once again.
“Yeah, I know.”
“I miss you, Lukas.” Emil muttered sadly.
“It's your own fault.” Lukas shrugged.
“Please don't say that.” Emil whimpered.
“Why shouldn't I? You're the one who abandoned me.”
“I never wanted to! Things just got...complicated. I'll make it up to you someday, I promise.” Emil looked away. “I can explain everything later, if you'll let me. Can you meet me in the library after school?”
“How do I know this isn't some sort of trap?” Lukas narrowed his eyes in suspicion.
“Why would I do that to you? I’m trying to do something important and you're the only person I trust to talk to.” Emil insisted.
“I don't trust you.” Lukas countered.
“You shut me out first, Emil. If you wanna walk around being a dick to everyone, go ahead, but don't expect me to like you. If you ever decide you feel like being a decent person again, come find me.” Lukas grabbed the remains of his book from Emil’s hand and shoved the smaller teen away.
Lukas clutched the ruined book to his chest, taking those few short steps to his class. School didn't even start for a few more minutes, but he liked to get to class early. Usually so he could read. What do I do now?
I can't do this anymore. It hurts so bad. Is this all even worth it? Emil thought. He stood dumbstruck in the hallway of his school, staring at the door to Lukas’s classroom. He'd had a crush on his old friend for as long as he could remember, so the realization that Lukas really hated him now felt like a knife to his heart. No, I can't give up. I don't have anything left to lose anyways. I've been putting up with this shit for two years already, I can last a few more weeks.
Emil took a deep breath and reminded himself why he was doing all this in the first place. Don't worry, Raivis. Soon enough, I'll make them pay. That's a promise.
“Hey, why so down? I can cheer you up~” an unfamiliar voice snapped him out of his thoughts as a pair of arms wrapped around his shoulders. Emil turned to look at who was invading his personal space, and groaned internally. Just another stupid girl… He swallowed his irritation and put on his best smile.
“Don't worry, beautiful. I'm alright. Had a bit of a tiff with an old friend, but it's no big deal.” He said. God I sound like a tool.
“Aww, you poor baby. I'm sure they were in the wrong.” the girl responded, turning him around to face her before smothering him in a hug.
“Oh my god, you fucking slut. I totally called dibs on him already.” Another voice cut in.
“You can't call dibs on people!”
“I already did!”
Emil watched helplessly as another girl strode up and tackled the one that was hugging him. He scrambled away to safety and stared at the confrontation. What do I do?
“There's no need to fight. I like both of you~” he tried. Gods help me. I hope I didn't make it worse.
“R-Really?” They both stuttered in unison.
“Of course.” Emil sauntered over to them, praying he didn't look as awkward as he felt. “You're both such sweet little things, and you're absolutely gorgeous.”
Both girls became red faced and looked away.
“But,” Emil continued. “You already know my heart belongs to someone else.”
In order to avoid having to date anyone, Emil had told everyone long ago that he was already in love with someone. Of course, he never said who it was, so he inadvertently caused more than a few girls to attack each other over him. Everybody was constantly debating over who this mystery girl was that he could possibly have fallen for. I wonder how everyone would react if they found out I was in love with the president of the chess club. Emil pondered. They'd probably flip.
“Why won't you tell anyone who this girl is?”
“Yeah! What does she have that the rest of us don't?”
“There's nothing wrong with you, darlings. It's just that this person has been there for me my whole life. They captured my heart years ago, and I don't think I'll ever get it back.” he spoke the last part sorrowfully.
“Wait, you're not dating her?”
“No. In fact I think they might hate me. But that won't stop me from loving them until the day I die.” For the first time in a while, Emil found himself speaking the truth. He'd meant every word he said.
“Awwwwww! Poor baby!” Emil stiffened as he was glomped, still not a fan a physical affection (unless it was from Lukas).
“You're too sweet.” He didn't even try to hide the sadness in his voice.
When the bell rang, he trudged off to class. When he got to his seat, the same two thoughts played over and over in his head. He really hates me now and Why can't I stop loving him?
Emil still couldn't believe everything had turned out like this. He remembered how excited he was when his freshman year started. He was finally going to be at the same school as his best friend for the first time since they'd gotten separated, and he had planned on finally manning up and admitting his feelings for the other boy (with some urging from his friend Raivis). Everything was supposed to be okay again once high school started. How had everything gone so wrong?
Contrary to popular belief, Emil was not, in fact, a bully. He was quite the opposite really. Never once had he just targeted some random kid and terrorized them. He would only approach someone whom somebody else was already picking on, and pretend to attack them, much like he'd done with Lukas earlier that day. That way spectators thought Emil was much tougher than he actually was, and the victims never got hurt. It was a pretty sweet give and take relationship, and both parties were grateful. If only Lukas knew that.
As soon as the thought crossed his mind, Emil couldn't help himself from thinking about Lukas. I wonder how he's been doing without me. I know I'm miserable without him. He sighed. I can fix this all if I can just make him listen to me. But how do I do that?
Lukas huffed irritably as he made his way to lunch. In first period he'd been so focused on how pissed he was at Emil that he forgot to listen to the teacher and got yelled at for not paying attention. In second period he'd been so pissed at that teacher that he forgot to listen again, and got yelled at again. That started a vicious cycle that led to him being very angry at the world.
Lukas’s mood dropped further as he caught sight of the dick who'd torn up his book that morning. He and his friend were tormenting some other kid, who looked scared and confused. Sheesh, is this all they ever do? Don't they get sick of it?
Lukas recognized the kid being bullied as their school’s newest transfer student —a kid from Hong Kong. As far as Lukas knew, he didn't speak English all that well, and he didn't know a lot about how American kids act, so it's not surprising people were being jerks to him.
“Hey, are you ignoring me, are do you just not understand me?”
“Sorry. C-Could you speak slower?” the Asian kid responded in heavily accented English.
“Are you mocking me?” the bully demanded.
“Why you little—”
“Wow. I didn't know picking on kids half your size made you cool. Or are you just a couple of pathetic assholes?”
Lukas cringed as he turned to look at the person who'd said that. Idiot, you're half their size too! Don't go picking fights! Not that I care if you get your stupid ass kicked…
He watched intently as Emil strode over to stand between the bullies and the new kid, smirking up at them smugly.
“You really think it's funny to make fun of someone new to this country for being a little different? I bet if I sent you off to Hong Kong right now, you'd look like a bumbling idiot to everyone there. Oh wait, you already look like that here.” Dammit Emil shut your trap! This guy could kill you in one hit!
“You wanna fight you little prick?” Lukas found it funny that the same guy who seemed so scared of Emil earlier that day was suddenly acting all tough just because he had backup.
“Go ahead, hit me. You've already been suspended twice this year. If getting my ass kicked is what it takes to get you expelled, I think I can deal with it.” the smirk never left Emil’s face.
“You know what? Fuck you. I will take you down someday, Steilsson.”
“I'll be looking forward to it~”
Lukas watched as the bully and his friend trudged away. I can't believe that just happened. Once they were gone, Emil turned towards the transfer student and smiled sweetly.
“Hey, you're Leon right? I'm Emil.”
“Oh, nice to meet you. Thank you for helping me.” Leon responded.
“It was no big deal. I wasn't originally from here either. If this one kid hadn't taken me in and been my friend when I first got here, my life would have been a mess.” Lukas noted how Emil talked a bit slower than usual, and made sure to enunciate certain parts of words. Just how Lukas used to talk to him when he first moved in from Iceland. “Some day, you will learn how to act around here. It took me a long time, but I learned how to hide my accent, too. Everything will be fine.”
Leon nodded along, smiling a bit at that last part.
“If you want me to, I can walk with you between classes. That way no one will bother you.” Emil suggested.
“You can? Thank you.” Leon nodded.
Lukas stood by and watched the two of them walk away. Maybe he's not so bad after all. Once he realized what he'd just thought, he banged his head against the locker behind him. Remember, he left you alone. He's awful. You hate him. Lukas tried to remind himself. But maybe if I heard his reason…
Lukas ran after Emil in spite of himself, grabbing his shoulder and whirling him around so they were facing each other. “You said the library, right? After school?”
“Y-Yes.” Emil stammered.
“Good, see you then.” Lukas walked off after that, not giving Emil a chance to respond.
Emil struggled to contain the excited squeal that threatened to leave his lips as the final bell rang, signalling the end of the school day. He managed to keep his cool as he casually made his way to the library. For the most part he looked the same as always, but he couldn't keep the bounce out of his step. He was so happy!
He found Lukas waiting for him at a table in the most secluded area of the library. Good. Emil thought. I don't want anyone else hearing this.
“Good afternoon.” He greeted.
“Shut up and sit down.” Lukas commanded, obviously not in the mood for formalities. Emil did as he was told. “You better give me a damn good explanation for being such a dick the past couple years, or I'm kicking your ass. Got it?”
“Got it.” Emil nodded. So, they were cutting right to the chase then? Emil was fine with that. “So, you remember how when my parents split up when we were eleven, I had to move in with my mom, right? So we ended up at different schools?”
“That first day at my new school was complete hell. I was so overwhelmed by all the new people, and classes, and the fact that I was alone that I had a panic attack right in the middle of class.” Emil said. “I instinctively tried to call out to you, but you weren't there. As soon as it dawned on me that I'd have to survive three whole years without you, the attack worsened. Before I knew it I was on the ground screaming and crying, and everyone was staring and laughing at me. At the moment I wished I could just roll over and die, but suddenly I felt myself being lifted up and carried out of the room. I heard a voice telling me that everything was going to be okay, and eventually I calmed down. When I came to I realized that the person who had helped me was another student, Raivis.”
Emil paused to make sure Lukas was still listening. He was.
“He ended up being my friend throughout all of middle school. He was the only person other than you who'd ever taken the time to look past everything wrong with me and actually get to know me. I loved him, as a friend that is. When high school started I was so excited to find out I'd be going to the same school as you again, but before I even had a chance to find you, everything started going wrong.” Emil took a deep breath. He'd never talked to anyone, not even his parents about all this. Lukas was the only one he trusted.
“See, Raivis always had a problem keeping his mouth shut. He meant well, but he had a tendency to say all the wrong things at all the wrong times, and he pissed a lot of people off. One time he ticked of the wrong guy, that one asshole, Francis. From then on the guy was constantly tormenting Raivis, and since he was so popular everyone followed along. I was helpless as that fucking frog turned my friend’s life into a living hell. I tried everything I could to cheer Raivis up, but nothing worked.”
Emil was crying at this point, grateful that no one but Lukas was around to see him. He startled as a pair of arms wrapped around him, and he glanced over his shoulder to see Lukas hugging him tightly.
“Go on.” The blond urged.
“It was halfway through the first semester when Francis took a prank too far and Raivis completely lost it. He ran up to the roof, and I was the only one that followed him. No else seemed to realize what was happening. I tried to call out to him, but he just ignored me. He climbed over the railing on the roof’s edge, and he...he jumped. He didn't say anything. He didn't even look at me before he did it. It all happened so fast I almost couldn't believe it. My friend killed himself right in front of me, and all I did was stand there and watch it.” Emil clung tightly to Lukas, not even trying to stop the tears from running down his face anymore.
“I thought for sure everyone was going to go crazy over it. That people would realize that the things they say fucking matter. But no one cared. There was no news report about it, no school assembly, nothing. I don't even think anyone realized he was dead. They just kept on with their normal lives. Kept on loving and fawning over Francis as if he was saint. As if he hadn't driven an innocent kid to suicide. It pissed me off more than you could possibly imagine, Lukas. It still pisses me off how people can get away with doing the most sickening, disgusting, despicable fucking things and get away with it. So I decided to take matters into my own hands.
“I wanted so badly to make Francis pay, to let everyone know about what he'd done. But who would ever listen to me? I was just some tiny, girly-looking, little nerd with anxiety issues. So I decided to change myself. I put everything I had into becoming someone that everyone would pay attention to, even if that meant giving up everything that made me myself. I did all I could to get into Francis’s friend group so I could gain all the information I needed to completely crush that son of a bitch. And it worked. And now there's only a few more weeks until the next big school dance where I can finally get back at him for he did to Raivis.”
“Emil….this is insane!” Lukas exclaimed.
“I know, I know it is! But they say all it takes is one person. If just one person can be brave enough to do something, they can change things. And I wasn't just going to sit around and wait for someone else to do it.” Emil explained. “If all the shit that's happened in my life has been for a reason, this is it. I know you're probably pissed at me for leaving you, and if you still want to beat me up I won't stop you, but I'm seeing this thing through to the end, regardless of the consequences.”
“Pissed? Emil, how could I possible be pissed at you after what you just told me? There are very few people who would be willing to give up everything for someone else, but you've always been like that. Every since I've known you, you've always put everyone else before yourself. That's why I loved you.” Lukas held Emil tighter. “I just wish you would've told me all this sooner. It hurt like hell when I thought you'd abandoned me. I hated you for leaving me, and I hated myself for losing you. You know I would've been there for you no matter what, so why keep this all from me?”
“I wanted to tell you, honest. But I knew that if I did you'd tell me not to do it, and that I'd use you as an excuse not to do it. And I couldn't let that happen. I knew this was something I had to do, and I couldn't do it with you around. Every single time I saw you in the halls, all I wanted was to go running back to you and forget anything happened. It would be so easy to just go back to the way things used to be and stay with you, but that wouldn't be fair. Not to Raivis, and not to all the other kids like him. It would be wrong to turn my back on them, but I knew I would in a heartbeat if it meant getting to be with you. You make me weak, Lukas. I love you more than I should, and I'd abandon anyone and everyone for you. That's why I had to stay away from you.” Emil got out of his seat, turning around to give Lukas a full on hug. "But now I know I won't back out, so I'm finally telling you. I'm so sorry for everything I put you through."
“You love me?” Lukas asked incredulously, seeming to have ignored everything Emil said after those words.
“Yes. So, so much. D-Do you think, maybe we could…”
“I can't be with you, Emil. I don't...I don't love you. Not now. Not after everything that's happened.”
Emil pulled back, staring at the ground. He was sobbing now, and he couldn't breathe evenly.
“I-I understand. I-It’s ok-kay.” he somehow managed to say.
“Please stop crying. I didn't mean it like that. I just mean that I need a little more time to process this. I'm feeling really...confused about my emotions right now, and I need to sort it all out before I can even think about a relationship.” Lukas rephrased. “But, if you'll wait for me, I wouldn't mind giving us a try.”
Emil sniffled. “Promise?”
“I know this is probably going to make me sound like a real douche bag after everything I just said but,” Emil sighed. “Until the dance, I-I can't be seen around you.”
“Don't worry about it. I get it. I don't want all your pain to go to waste by ruining your plan.” Lukas shrugged it off.
“Don't mention it. See you in a few weeks, Emil.” Lukas waved as he walked away.
“Y-Yeah, see you then!” Just you wait, Lukas. Once that dance is over, I know I can make you love me again.
99% of the reason I wrote this was because Iceland trying to act cool and flirty was beautiful mental image.
I'm going to write a part two where Emil gets the happy ending he so desperately deserves, and then I'll start working on the requests.
God I am addicted to this ship.
Chapter 5: Part Two!
A corny little happily-ever-after type thing I threw together.
School dances were not Lukas’s scene. Loud music, idiots chattering, lights flashing, bad dancing. He didn't get the appeal. In his mind these events were a waste of money, energy, and time, yet here he was. Surrounded by all the stupidity he hated so much.
Still, he had promised himself he'd stick around for the sake of a certain someone. He's such a spastic little idiot. I can't leave him here alone. Lukas knew in his heart that Emil wasn't the same little ball of nerves he'd been as a kid, but he couldn't help thinking of him as such. Just in case he panics, I'll be here.
“Wow! Do we have a big turn out or what? Looks like nearly the whole grade is here!” the student in charge of hosting called out. At every school event they insisted on having someone there to try and hype everyone up. Lukas was never amused.
“Sure do.” Another unexpected voice sounded from the stage. “and since everyone's listening, I have an announcement to make.”
He's really doing this.
For the first time in his life, Lukas witnessed a group of teenagers shutting up and paying attention. He didn't realize Emil had that great of an influence.
“If my good friend Francis would join me up here for a minute, it would much appreciated.” Emil grinned.
All eyes were on the aforementioned teen as he made his way up to stand next to Emil.
“What is this?” he questioned.
“Just thought my buddy deserved some recognition for all he's done.” Emil replied. Lukas didn't miss the evil glint in his eyes. “I mean, there's no else out there quite like you, right guys?!”
The crowd cheered. You little devil . Lukas thought.
“You all know about the great things this guy's done. Gotten rid of the old school uniforms, installed all the on-campus vending machines, raised the funds for our school mural, even planned this dance!” there was more cheering. “But I know a few other things that none of you do.”
Lukas could swear his heart skipped a beat when he saw the look on Emil's face. That look that just screamed “checkmate.” It was hot.
“For example, you know how he and Alice are the most beloved couple in the school, right? Well…” suddenly an image was projected in front of the crowd, one that made everyone gasp. “for the last year or so he's been cheating on her with her own brother. Pretty gross if you ask me.”
Everyone started murmuring in shock and confusion, and Francis looked frozen in place.
“Not that you guys are any better. I know you're not oblivious to the way he—and a lot of others for that matter—treat some of the kids at our school. Whether you choose to overlook it because of some blind admiration you have for him, or because you're just glad it's not happening to you, you're all a bunch of cowards from where I'm standing.” Emil accused. “Have you ever even considered the hell you people put some kids through? Tch, why am I even asking? Of course you haven't. But I've seen it.”
Lukas listened intently as Emil recounted the story he'd told him not to long ago. And he wasn't the only one. The entire room had gone silent again, listening to only Emil. By the time he was done talking, the whole mood had changed. Some people were even crying. Emil left the stage without another word.
After the initial shock, things went crazy. People throwing things and yelling at Francis. Him trying to defend himself. Some even accused Emil of lying, but deep down everyone knew he wasn't.
Lukas was expecting Emil to leave, but instead he starting looking around. As if he were searching for someone…
As soon as Emil caught sight of Lukas, his eyes brightened and he smiled wide. He practically sprinted across the room and tackled Lukas to the ground.
“Lukas! You came! I'm so happy you're here.” Emil buried his face in Lukas’s neck.
“Well I couldn't let you do this completely alone.” Lukas smiled softly, patting Emil on the head. “Since you're such a little dork.”
“Get me out of here, Lukas.” Emil requested. “I'm tired.”
Lukas ended up carrying Emil to the school library. He set him down in one of the cushioned reading chairs and took the seat next to him. He reached into his bag and dug around until he found his book. The majority of the pages were still intact, and he flipped to a random story and started reading it. Emil looked at Lukas incredulously as if he were crazy, before chuckling and sitting back. He listened closely as Lukas read, calming down. Lukas was halfway done with his story when he felt a weight on his leg.
“Emil? What are you doing?”
“Shut up.” Emil replied as he made himself cozy in Lukas’s lap. “So, Lukas. How are you?”
“What do you mean how am I?”
“I mean...have you had enough time? T-To think about things?”
“Are you asking me if I'll go out with you?”
Lukas couldn't help laughing. This boy was too much. “Then yes. I will.”
Emil looked up at Lukas and smiled. “Can I have a kiss then?”
“God you're ridiculous.” Lukas grabbed Emil's chin gently and kissed him. “Of course you can.”
“I love you, Lukas.”
The next week school started again like usual. Lukas walked onto campus as always, just like everyone else. Of course, there was a sort of tension there that wasn't before. What Emil said had really gotten to everyone, and some of them weren't sure how to act. Speaking of Emil, hasn't he told Lukas to meet him at his locker? Where was he?
“Lukas! Hey, sorry I'm late. I slept in.” Lukas turned when he heard Emil's voice, and when he looked at him his jaw dropped.
Emil came running towards him, his baggy sweater swishing back and forth, and his fluffy chin-length hair bouncing around his face. He looked adorable to say the least. Just like his old self.
“Someone looks adorable.” Lukas teased.
“Now that everything’s over, I want to be myself again. Messy hair, ugly sweaters, and all.” Emil chuckled. “It just feels right.”
“I think you look ten times better this way anyways.” Lukas remarked, kissing his cheek.
“Thanks.” Emil smiled.
“Oooooh, so that’s the mystery love.” Lukas and Emil turned to see who was talking, and Emil recognized her as one of the girls who had been fighting over him a while back. “Don’t know why I never noticed you never refered to them a ‘she.’ That’ll teach me to make assumptions.”
Emil gulped. “So you aren’t mad at me? F-For leading so many people on the way I did?”
“Nah.” the girl shrugged. “It’s actually kind of a self-esteem boost knowing the reason you didn’t like me was because you didn’t swing that way.” She began to giggle. “And now I know you calling me pretty wasn’t you flirting. I must actually be pretty hot.”
Emil giggled. “Of course you are. Why would you ever think you weren’t?”
The girl smiled. “You’re an amazing guy, Emil. I’m, uh...sorry about your friend.”
“It’s alright. It wasn’t your fault. Just promise me that if you see someone being picked on, you’ll help them. Please.”
She nodded. “I promise.”
As soon she walked away, Lukas pulled Emil close and gave him another kiss. “Looks like you really made a difference around here.”
“That was the idea.” Emil smiled. “Though I wonder how people will treat me now that I’m back to being a nobody again. It’ll be interesting to see.”
Epilogue, I guess.
In the end, everything worked out well. Lukas could swear the girls only fawned over Emil even more now that he traded his cool-guy look for his more cutesy one. Except they weren’t really attracted to him anymore, so much as they all started momming him, always wanting to snuggle him and do his hair. It was annoying to say the least, but Lukas put up with it. Emil’s other friends didn’t completely ditch him as expected. Instead they gave up their popular statuses and stopped acting like a bunch of jackasses. One of them, a particularly annoying guy named Mathias, even started up a community service club at the school.
Lukas couldn’t help but feel proud that the person who had managed to completely turn this school around for the better was his boyfriend. It took a little getting used, dealing with all the attention Emil was getting, but he didn’t mind. He was just happy to have his best friend back.
A bunch of reporters came when they heard about the story, and they even made a whole big movie out of it. One of those anti-bullying, based-on-a-true story things that people seemed to love. It was a huge hit, and Emil had more than a few panic attacks when people tried to interview him or talk to him about it.
Luckily, Lukas was always there to save the day.
“H-Hey Lukas.” Emil said one time after he flipped out on a reporter. “Thanks for always saving my ass at all these events and stuff.”
“It's no big deal.” Lukas had responded. “Anything for the idiot I love.”
Emil had blushed. It was the first time Lukas had ever said he loved him.
“You have no idea how long I've been waiting to hear that.”
“Then I'll say it again. I love you, Emil.”
“I love you too.”
And thus ends this story that is literally like every dumb teenage drama in the history of ever. You're welcome.
Okay okay so I started working on the other short stories right? But I'm really scatter brained so instead of having one finished story I have like three partially-written ones. I don't know if I'll be able to finish any of them today, but I hope I will. Fuck these are so fun to write though you have no idea XD
Chapter 6: In Which the Awkward Nerd Makes the Popular Kid Fall For Him
“Half a point? Are you fucking kidding me?” Emil exclaimed, throwing his arms in the air and falling backwards off the bleachers where he and his friends sat.
“Oh no. I'm sorry Emil, it was my fault for not finding better visuals.”
“It wasn't your fault, Lily. We screwed up together.” Emil assured his friend.
“And now you're going to suffer together ~” another one of their friends, Leon, chuckled darkly.
“What should we make them do?” the fourth member of the group, Yong Soo, asked.
The four friends got bored easily, and often made bets on the dumbest things. This time they'd wagered that whichever pair (Lily and Emil, or Leon and Yong Soo) scored higher on their history presentation would get to dare the other two to do anything they wanted. Emil had been so sure that he and Lily had done better, so to lose by half of a point bugged him more than anything had ever bugged him in his life.
“Lily, I dare you to cuss out your big brother.” Yong Soo said evilly.
“What? No! I can't!” Lily refused.
“We lost the bet, Lily. You have to.” Emil all but groaned.
“I'm glad you feel that way, Em. Because I dare you to get Lukas Bondevik to agree to go on a date with you.” Emil searched Leon's face for any sign that this was a joke, but he seemed dead serious.
“What? You can't be serious! Lukas? Tall, hot, blond Lukas that half the school is in love with, who doesn't even know I exist? That Lukas?”
“That's the one.” Leon confirmed.
“Leon, you're asking for the impossible. He would never go on a date with me. Not to mention I don't want to date him either!”
“What happened to, ‘We lost the bet...you have to?’” Leon mocked.
“I really hate you sometimes, you know that?” Emil sighed.
“Quit being such a baby and like, get to it already.”
“I hope you die in a hole.”
Lily held up her end of the wager, shouting profanities at her beloved big brother. Of course, she'd apologized profusely afterwards and explained the whole situation, and Vash had smacked Leon and Yong Soo upside their heads for being dicks to his sister. Now it was Emil's turn.
Taking a deep breath, he carefully approached his target, who was currently sitting a lunch table with his friends. Emil steeled himself for what he was about to do, then casually walked past the table. On cue, Lily “accidentally” bumped into him, sending him crashing straight into Lukas’s lap.
Emil tensed as he felt many pairs of eyes turn to stare at him. I can't believe I'm doing this. Instead of scrambling away from Lukas like he wanted to, he followed the plan and pushed himself up so he was straddling the larger teen's lap. He put on his best pleading face (the one that always worked on his friends when he wanted something from them) and said,
“Please forgive me! I wasn't looking where I was going, I'm so sorry.” Emil glanced at one of the bright lights in the cafeteria so his eyes watered, adding to the effect.
Lukas stared down at him with a blank expression, but Emil didn't miss the tinge of pink that spread across his cheeks. Nailed it.
“Don't worry about it.” Lukas shrugged. “Can't complain about having such a cutie on top of me~”
Emil let out an embarrassing squeak, his face reddening. There is no way he just said that. The entire cafeteria was murmuring about them now, and Emil wasn't oblivious to all phone cameras being pointed in his direction.
“O-Okay. Well, I-I’ll leave you alone then. Sorry.” Emil tried to get up and leave, but was stopped by a hand on his hip pulling him down.
“No need to be in a hurry. Why don't you stay a while?” Lukas asked, placing a hand under Emil’s chin.“I don't think I've seen you around before. What's your name?”
Emil could feel himself shaking against his will. Nope nope nope this is so not what I signed up for.
“I'm...uh...oh! Hey, I think I hear someone calling me. Gotta go!” Emil sputtered, pushing Lukas away and getting to his feet. He tried to ignore the stares he got as he ran out of the cafeteria.
“What do you think you're doing? He was like, totally coming onto you. You had it in the bag.” Leon interrogated as soon as there was more distance between them and the cafeteria.
“I couldn't do it! He was getting all touchy-feely! You know I hate when people touch me!” Emil complained. “I can't do this. Give me another dare, I'm begging you.”
“No can do. You're seeing this one through to the end.” Leon smirked.
“Have I mentioned that I hate you?”
“Many times, Em. Many times.”
Lukas pouted slightly as he watched the silver-haired boy run away. Most people would kill to be that close to him, and he'd never met a single person who could resist his charms. So why did this one run away? I've never been rejected before. It's kind of...refreshing. He thought.
The prospect of getting to be the chaser rather than the chasee for once excited him more than he expected. He was going to find that boy again, and when he did, he wasn't going to let him get away as easily.
Once Lukas was back home, he searched through his closet until he found what he needed. Last year's yearbook. Assuming his mystery boy had gone to the same school as him last year, he should be in the book somewhere. Lukas flipped to the junior section of the yearbook and began looking around. It wasn't until he hit the second to last page that he finally saw the familiar head of silver hair he was searching for.
“Emil Steilsson.” He read aloud. Damn is he cute. “Well then, Emil. Within a week's time, I will make you mine.”
As the week wore on, Lukas became increasingly frustrated. To his surprise, almost every day Emil came up to him and starting flirting with him, but before he could do anything, the boy would run off. What is his deal? As embarrassing as it was, Lukas’s interest in Emil had developed into a full blown crush, and he became desperate to track the boy down. Unfortunately, he didn’t know anything about Emil other than his name, and the fact that he was the most beautiful thing Lukas had ever seen.
That being said, it’s understandable how incredibly pissed he was when he saw someone else coming onto his crush.
“Hey cutie. I couldn’t help noticing you’ve been getting all buddy buddy with that Bondevik guy lately, and I feel I should warn you against it. That guy’s nothing but trouble, believe me. You should be with someone sweet and caring. Like me.”
Lukas couldn’t believe his ears. How dare someone try to steal Emil from him! Not that Emil was officially his or anything, but still!
“What are you doing? Go away.”
You heard him. Go away.
“Why?” Lukas was seething as the fucker moved a hand to Emil’s hip and pulled him closer. “Such a delicate little guy like you needs someone to take care of him. I can do that.” Lukas watched in disgust as Emil shivered and gulped. He’s not actually falling for this shit, is he?
“I’ll be fine, honest. I should really get to class no—mmph!” Emil was cut off as the guy coming on to him suddenly kissed him.
The guy whispered something into Emil’s ear that clearly unsettled the boy. Emil whispered a few angry words before punching him in the arm. For a moment Lukas thought that would be the end of it, but the jackass grabbed Emil and started kissing him again. Emil hit at his chest and tried to move away. That did it.
Lukas ran over and shoved the person off of Emil. “Hands off asshole, Emil belongs to me.”
“Oh does he now?” The person, a short brunette with a smug looking face, challenged. “Then why don’t you prove it?”
“I will.” Lukas growled. He slammed Emil until the lockers behind him, pinning the boy’s arms above his head before kissing him roughly. He ignored the muffled squeak the boy made, and he ignored the way he squirmed in his grip. Emil deserved it for teasing him all week. By the time he pulled back, both of them were panting heavily.
“Lukas...what...the hell...was that?” Emil breathed.
“You’re mine, Emil. You got that?” Lukas asked. Before Emil could answer, he dove in for another kiss. This time, though, Emil didn’t fight back: he relaxed and kissed back eagerly. This pleased Lukas to no end. He made sure to completely ravage the lips beneath his, deepening the kiss even further. It felt even better than he could have imagined, and he allowed his eyes to close and his grip to slacken. Emil pulled his arms out of Lukas’s grip and wrapped them around his neck instead. Lukas, in turn, wrapped his arms around Emil’s waist.
The two of them stayed like that for a long time before they broke apart for oxygen.
“You...you aren’t allowed to kiss anyone else like that, okay? Only me.” Lukas stated.
“Fine by me.” Emil smiled.
As it turned out, during that past week, Emil had fallen for Lukas just as hard as Lukas had for him. That was way trying to flirt with him made Emil so uncomfortable, and he kept chickening out and running off. He tried telling Leon about this, and the brunette just smirked and said, “You idiot. He likes you too.” Emil didn’t believe him of course, so Leon decided to prove it by making Lukas jealous. He’d trapped his nervous friend against his locker, and as soon as he saw Lukas moving down the hall, he started to pretend to flirt with Emil.
Much to Leon’s irritation, Lukas didn’t make a move, and Emil was starting to try to escape. Doing the only thing he could think of, he lunged forward and, rather awkwardly, kissed his best friend on the lips. As uncomfortable and weird as it felt, in the end it was worth it. Because now Emil was with his crush, and he totally owed it to Leon. He was so going to cash out on that favor later. Still, the dare wasn’t complete until Lukas and Emil went on a date, and he made sure to remind Emil of it.
“So, Lukas, you’re my boyfriend now, right?” Emil asked.
“I don’t think I could have made that any clearer.” Lukas responded. Emil giggled.
“So then, shouldn’t we go on a date or something?” Emil was not subtle with his awkwardness.
“Sure. Is this Friday okay?”
“I think so.”
“Then it’s a date!
Emil paced around his room nervously as he waited for Lukas to pick him up. This isn’t happening. This can’t possibly be real. There’s no way I’m about to go on a date with Lukas frickin Bondevik. He checked himself in the mirror, frowning at his reflection. He didn’t look bad, he was just worried about how he was dressed. He looked a bit too casual for a date. If I look too formal it’s weird. If I look too casual it’s also weird. Is this okay?
He was just wearing an ordinary T-shirt with jeans and a jacket. I think this is okay. Emil accidentally yelped when he heard his doorbell ring. He was way too nervous for his own good. He ran downstairs and opened the door, surprised to see Lukas dressed similarly to how he was. Looked like his outfit was alright after all.
After exchanging a couple formalities, Emil and Lukas made their way out to Lukas’s car. They drove in silence for a few minutes, and Emil realized he didn’t actually know where they were headed.
“Lukas? Where are we going?” Emil asked.
“I thought we would head to that new restaurant downtown. It seems like a nice date spot.” Lukas replied.
Emil was shocked. “Lukas, that place is way too fancy! You do realize we’re both broke, right?”
Lukas groaned. Emil had a point. “Then where do you suggest we go?”
“We could just go to that pretzel shop in the mall.” Emil suggested.
“Seriously?” Lukas glanced at him for a moment.
“What? It’s nice.”
“If you say so.” Lukas sighed, changing directions to head towards the mall.
The two of them talked a lot during the car ride, and some point Lukas just had to ask the question that had been weighing on his mind.
“Who exactly was that, that kissed you the other day? I saw the two of you whispering to each other. Do you know him?”
Emil’s eyes widened and he began to stutter. “W-Well the thing is...he’s kind of my best friend.”
“He’s your what now?” Lukas asked in disbelief. Emil swallowed thickly.
“Lukas, I haven’t been entirely honest with you. But before I tell you the truth, I want you to know that I really do like you, a lot, and I really want to go out with you.”
“Okay?” now Lukas was worried.
Emil took a deep breath before explaining everything. He told Lukas all about the bet, and his dare, and about how Leon had set them up. Everything. When he was done, Lukas stayed silent.
“I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you all of this before. I understand if you’re mad, but please don’t break up with me!”
“Emil...you’re so cute. Why should I be mad at you? Regardless of why you decided to start talking to me, what matters is that you did, and that you like me now. So let’s just forget all of this and enjoy the night, okay?”
When they did get to the mall, Emil’s discomfort was evident. He kept glancing around nervously and trailing a few feet behind Lukas at all times.
“Emil, what are you doing?” Lukas asked irritably after a few minutes. “Are you embarrassed to be seen with me or something?”
Emil almost laughed. Him embarrassed of Lukas ? As if. “Not at all! I just figured you wouldn’t want to be seen with me. I don’t know if you noticed, but you’re kind of the most popular kid in school and I’m, well, the opposite of that. If people saw us they might start judging…”
“What people? All I see are you and a bunch of strangers who don’t give a damn what we do. Besides, half the school has already seen us making out in the hallway. Quit making things weird.” Lukas told him.
“O-Okay.” Emil nodded.
Once Emil finally loosened up, they ended up having a lot of fun. By the end of the night, the two of them had won the top prize at the arcade, gotten kicked out of three stores for trying on all the outfits and putting mannequins in compromising positions, and learned more about each other than they thought possible.
“I never pegged you for the type to read romance novels.” Emil chuckled as Lukas drove him home.
“And I never pegged you for the type to kick ass at Dance Dance Revolution, but that giant teddy bear didn’t win itself.” Lukas countered.
“It’s not that hard to jump around on a few arrows.”
“And yet I suck at it.” Lukas laughed. “Although I definitely enjoyed watching the way your butt bounces when you dance.”
Emil went red within seconds. “It does not!”
“Does too. I got it on video.”
“I swear to God you better be joking.”
“If you send that video to one person…”
“Like I’d ever let anyone else see you like that.”
It wasn’t long until they were arriving at Emil’s house, and Lukas walked him to the door.
“Thanks for tonight, really. I had a lot of fun.” Emil thanked him.
“No problem. There’s just something about you that’s not like anyone else I’ve ever known. I had more fun with you tonight than I have with any of my friends in forever.” Lukas confessed. “All of the other kids at school treat me like I’m some kind of God, or higher being or some crap, but you...you make me feel normal. I’m so happy you’re mine”
Emil laughed. “What coincidence: I’m so happy I’m yours.”
Lukas smiled, grabbing Emil around the waist and pulling him into a kiss. At first Emil was expecting a short, sweet kiss, but that wasn’t what Lukas had in mind. Things escalated before Emil even had time to process what was happening, and next thing he knew he was being pinned against his front door while Lukas’s tongue invaded his mouth. He moaned involuntarily and jumped up to wrap his legs around the taller boy’s waist. Lukas smirked as he shoved Emil harder against the door.
Both teens jumped as the porch lights switched on and there was an angry thump on the other side of the door. They pulled away from each other panting, and looked at each other panickedly.
“Crap, that’s my dad.” Emil breathed. Lukas set him down and backed off awkwardly. “Call me this weekend, okay?”
“Absolutely.” Lukas nodded. He made his way to his car, turning around to watch Emil hurriedly enter his house. He couldn’t suppress the dumb grin that plastered itself across his face. He’d have to remember to thank whoever it was that dared Emil to ask him out. This was the best thing that ever happened to him.
I ended up making three different drafts before coming up with this. The first one was good but I felt like it just wasn't fitting the request, the second was way too out of character, and this one...I think I did okay? I dunno man I tried my best but I'm not sure if it came out right. I was just afraid to make Nor act TOO dominate because even though it's kind of easy to characterize them like that if they've known each other for a long time, since in this story they're just barely meeting each other I felt like realistically Icey would've gotten scared and uncomfortable about it. Still, think I might have made it a little too fluffy and cutesy instead.
I could try again if you want me too, like I will literally scrap this whole thing and try to make a new one. I'm sorry. I'm paranoid. XD
Chapter 7: Soulmate/Office AU
Exactly as the name suggests, I sort of combined the soul mate AU with an office AU I'd being messing around with.
I kind of like how it came out.
“Hey little buddy! Did you hear the news?” Emil felt a weight on his shoulders and coworker hugged him from behind.
“No.” he replied simply.
“We're getting a new boss! Hopefully this one won't be as lame as the last one. Aren't you excited?” Mathias said, jumping up and down excitedly.
“Is that supposed to be a joke? You already know I'm not.” Emil replied.
“Ugh. Hurry up and meet your soulmate already so you can stop being so boring.” Mathias whined.
“I have no control over it. Why do you always say stupid things?”
Mathias sighed. “You are no fun. I mean seriously, you're already twenty-two. Most people have already met their soulmates by now. Aren't you worried?”
“Tino didn't meet his until last year. It's not completely unheard of for these things to take a while.” Emil stated. “Besides, if meeting them makes me as loud and unfocused as you, I would rather stay like this. At least I get my work done.”
“Cruel as always, I see.” Mathias shook his head. “So, you wanna come with me and meet him or what?”
“Okay.” Emil nodded and followed the older man.
Mathias worried about Emil sometimes. He knew the younger man was aware that until he met his soulmate he'd be incapable of feeling emotions, but he didn't seem to understand what that meant. Mathias always tried his hardest to explain what feelings were and how they worked, but Emil would just insist that if they were truly that important, he wouldn't be as well off as he was. He didn't want emotions.
They arrived at the big office in the corner of the building to see someone unpacking their things and setting up their desk.
“Knock knock! Hey, boss man, nice to meet ya!” Mathias called out.
The man at desk turned to look at him.
“Ignore him. I think he may be brain damaged, he's inhumanly stupid.” Emil apologized.
“It's alright. As long as he gets his work done.” the man said.
“Yeah, if only.”
“So are you two going to introduce yourselves, or are you just standing in my office to waste time?”
“Oh! I'm Mathias. And this boring little guy here is my buddy Emil.” Mathias introduced.
“Alright then. My name is Lukas. I presume you're already aware that I'm your boss now?”
“That is why he called you, ‘boss man,’ yes.” Emil confirmed.
“Does he always back talk his superiors?” Lukas turned to Mathias and cocked an eyebrow.
“No actually.” Mathias replied, before whispering sharply to Emil. “What are you doing?”
“I don't know. When he talks I get this strange feeling like I need to punch something. Responding like that makes it go away.” Emil shrugged.
Mathias was surprised. Emil...felt something?
“How odd. I got a similar feeling while talking to you.” Lukas commented. Mathias watched the exchange in confusion.
“Do you think we're sick?” Emil asked.
“It is possible. Now that I think about it my stomach has had this weird tingly feeling ever since you came in here.” Lukas said.
“M-Mine too.” Emil confirmed.
“Do you have a speech impediment?” Lukas questioned.
“N-No? I don't know why this is happening, I'm sorry. I-I think I may be sick today.” Emil began stammering, his cheeks turning pink.
“You should go home. I don't want you pushing yourself.” Lukas told him.
“T-Thank you sir.” Emil nodded before rushing out.
Mathias gaped. There is no way that just happened.
“Why are you still here? You came to introduce yourself and you did. Get back to work.”
“I will in a minute. Tell me, what do you think of Emil?” Mathias grinned.
“I don't know. He's rude, insubordinate, childish. But there's something odd about him. Whenever he talks it makes my heart beat irregularly, and when he started acting sick I felt my chest tighten and my stomach started to hurt. I think I may be coming down with something as well.” Lukas furrowed his brow in thought.
Mathias couldn't help bursting out laughing. “You were just worried about him.”
“I was?” Lukas asked.
“Yep.” Mathias said. “Now tell me something else. How do you feel right now?” As he asked this, he walked over and started poking his boss in the face repeatedly.
Lukas let out a sound akin to growl, and grabbed Mathias’s hand in a crushing grip.
“I feel as though I need to hurt you.”
Mathias laughed despite the pain in his hand. “This is so cute. I remember when I was first trying to figure out emotions, I was so clueless. Luckily you have me to help you with through this.”
“Yep! You, Mr. Boss Man, have just met your soulmate.” Mathias grinned.
“Do you think so?”
“Duh! Why else would you and little Emil have started getting all these weird feelings at the same time? Trust me, you gotta go after him. You won't be able to fully understand what's happening until you do.” Mathias told him.
“Alright, I'll take your advice. I'm still your boss, though, so don't think you're allowed to tell me what to do.” Lukas said.
“Aye aye, sir.”
Lukas ran out of the office and towards the garage area. He hoped Emil didn't leave while he was talking to Mathias. Wait...hope? Is that the name of what I'm feeling? Of course other people had described to him what different feelings were, but that didn't mean Lukas understood what they actually felt like. He was still trying to connect each feeling he'd had so far with its name.
Lukas caught Emil just as he was closing his car door. He sighed in—what was it called again? Oh right—relief. “Emil wait! Don't leave!”
Emil got on of his car and hurried to stand before his boss. “Sorry sir. Did I do something wrong?”
“Emil, how do you feel right now?” Lukas asked, gently gripping Emil’s cheek and turning his head up so he could look him in the eyes.
Emil gulped. “M-My face feels really hot, and it's getting hard to talk again. A-And I think there's something wrong with my heart. Normally I can't hear it beating, b-but I can now. Why?”
“Because. I feel the same way. Mathias thinks it's because I met you.”
“D-Did I get you sick too? I'm sorry…”
“No! That's not it. I...I think you might be my soulmate.”
“Y-You think so?”
“I'm pretty sure.”
“D-Do we kiss then?”
“I think so.”
Lukas took a deep breath as he thought about what he was about to do. That idiot better have been right about this or I'm firing him. Closing his and swallowing nervously—oh hey, nervous. That was a new one—he tentatively placed his lips on the younger male’s.
What happened after that was hard to describe. Lukas could feel his heartbeat even harder, and the tingling in his gut intensified. He was overwhelmed with the sudden need to be even closer the man in front of him, so he grabbed him by the hair and pulled him closer.
Emil moaned softly as he was forcefully pulled into a deeper kiss. He, too, felt that need for closeness, and was disappointed when Lukas pulled away.
“That felt good.” He panted out. Lukas nodded in agreement.
“So this is what love feels like? This incessant urge to hold onto you and not let go?” Lukas asked.
“I, uh, I think so. That's kind of how Mathias described it.” Emil nodded.
“I think these emotion things are going to take some getting used to. I still don't understand how they work.” Lukas sighed.
“Me neither. But my friend Tino seemed to figure it out pretty quick when he met his soulmate last year. I bet we'll be fine.” Emil said optimistically.
“Right then. For now, can I keep kissing you?”
“I'd like that.” Emil nodded. Never in a million years did the silver-haired man think he'd end up making out with his boss in a parking lot, yet here he was. And damn was he happy about it.
~one month later~
Emil grinned eagerly as his office phone was called. Looking at the clock, he already knew who was calling him. “Hello, Steilsson speaking.” he answered casually.
“Yes, Mr. Steilsson. Please report to my office. I have a job for you to take care of.” the voice on the other line said.
“Gladly.” Emil smirked as he hung up. Just like he'd been told, getting hang of emotions had been rather easy. First he learned to understand the basic things like happiness, sadness, and anger, then slowly began to comprehend more complex things like annoyance, disappointment, and excitement.
Right now, he was definitely excited.
As soon as he entered his boss’s office, the blond locked the door behind him and drew all the blinds. “I assume you know why I called you here?”
“Quit acting so formal, Lukas. We're alone right now, and everyone already knows we're together.” Emil reminded him.
“Oh, I know. There's just something about the fact that I'm your boss and you have to obey me that makes me feel heated up. I like it.” Lukas smirked. Emil shivered as the blond guided him to his desk and laid him down on top of it.
“You're such a control freak.” Emil laughed.
“And you love it.” Lukas responded, kissing him roughly.
“You got me there.” Emil chuckled. “So, what's this job I'm supposed to do?”
“For starters, you can get that suit off.” Lukas said. Emil shuddered as he pushed himself up off the desk and did as he was told. “Good. Now I'm going to need you to get on your knees.”
Emil nodded shyly before sinking to his knees.
“Hmm. Very good.” Lukas hummed. “Now…” he leaned in close and whispered into his ear, causing the younger man’s face to burn scarlet.
“R-Right now?” Emil gasped.
“Surely my best employee can handle a little challenge, right?” Lukas grinned evilly. Emil’s breath hitched.
It was an hour later when Emil pulled his suit back on, trying to smooth out any wrinkles to avoid suspicion. Before he exited Lukas’s office, the blond called out to him.
“Pleasure doing business with you, Steilsson.”
Emil blushed. “Likewise, boss.”
The young man hurried to his own office, ignoring the knowing looks he got from his coworkers. Though at first he was worried that having his soulmate as his boss would make things complicated, it actually made things a lot of fun. Emil was glad everything worked out how it did.
Booting up his computer with the intention of actually getting some work done, Emil was surprised to see a new email from his boss. He took a deep breath before opening it and reading the message.
“I hope you're free after hours tonight. I have a few more tasks I need taken care of, and you're the only man for the job.” It read. Emil shuddered before typing out a response.
“I'm all yours.” he grinned. He was really starting to love his job.
I considered making it this whole big thing where there's this crazy rush of emotions and whatnot when you meet your soulmate, but I thought it would be funnier (and, frankly, cuter) if it was this slow confusing thing that you had to learn to get used to.
Chapter 8: Superhero AU
An evil hero meets an innocent villain. They make an odd duo, to say the least.
Crossdressing Iceland gives me life.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Lukas ducked as an explosion went off near his head. As soon as he was distracted he felt a foot connect with his stomach, and he was sent flying back. He nearly crashed into the building behind him, but his back hit something soft instead and he was set down gently.
“Thanks, troll.” He muttered.
Lukas was a superhero unlike any other. He didn't believe in secret identities or costumes, so he often did battle in the same suit he went to work in, and everyone knew his real name. Some ask him why he intentionally makes himself a target to attack. “Because I know they can't beat me.” Lukas had told a reporter once.
Lukas’s powers were yet another thing that made him unusual. He had the physical strength and skill of any ordinary person, but he didn't need strength to use his abilities: the ability to summon various mythical creatures at once to battle for him.
“You keep letting your guard down. Are you really so arrogant you don't think you need to stay alert around me?” his opponent, a teenage supervillain commonly referred to as The Firecracker, asked.
“Precisely.” Lukas smirked. “And I'm not the only one letting their guard down. You're the one who just walked into my trap.”
Lukas never got sick of the faces his opponents made right before they lost. A small, cute, weak looking fairy attached itself to the villains shoulder.
“What the—what is this?” he asked. Before he ever heard the answer, he passed out.
Lukas smirked. “Gets them every time.”
He used the same strategy every time he fought. Use all his big, powerful creatures like his troll to keep the enemy engaged, so they don't even noticed when his small fairies sneak up cast simple sleep spells or paralysis spells on them.
Lukas kicked the sleeping body in front of him and laughed triumphantly. He may have been a hero, but he was no saint. He was known for doing sick, twisted things to the villains he defeated. Sometimes he'd kill them. Sometimes he'd torture them for information. Only on rare occasions did he do what was considered a hero’s protocol and turn the criminal in to the authorities.
Perverse as his methods were, he saved more innocent lives this way than any other “good” hero, so no one dared to stop him. Still, this particular villain was just some dumb kid who'd been led astray, and Lukas had nothing to gain from harming him. He was lucky.
“I took him down, now come get him” Lukas said into his com. Despite his protests, he was forced to keep in contact with his “team,” which were really just a bunch of dumb “righteous” heroes that irritated him to no end. Fucking goody-goods had the nerve to treat Lukas like he was the disturbed one. He thought they were disturbed.
Lukas was starting to walk away, when the ground of nearly the entire street glowed red. “What the?”
He screamed as lava erupted from beneath him, obliterating everything in the area within seconds. Luckily his troll grabbed him and took him to higher grounds before he was killed. To his surprise, the lava flowed directly around all the innocent civilians below, as if it were consciously aiming to kill only him. Lukas glanced down to see if the Firecracker had been killed in the blast, only to find him missing.
Lukas scanned the area, and was confused to see the boy’s unconscious body on the rooftop adjacent to the one he was standing on. Oh, I get it. They're here.
Recently there had been multiple accounts of a mystery villain around town. They would swoop in right after a fellow criminal was taken down, rescue them, and kill the hero that had defeated them. No one knew what this mystery man (or woman) looked like—only that they would consume their enemies in lava, burning everything in their wake.
“I'm not scared of you.” Lukas called out. “You gotta catch me to kill me, and you're not gonna touch me.”
As if in response to the challenge, a fireball flew right towards his head. Lukas dodged at the last second. His cockiness faded as the entire building he was standing on started melting. When his troll tried to carry him to another building, they were shot right out of the sky by another fireball. Lukas groaned as he hit the ground, but had no time to lie there in pain. He had to sprint to avoid the torrents of lava splashing around him. He managed to call on another creature, one that could fly, and started heading for higher ground again. He had to dodge countless fireballs, the source of which he couldn't find anywhere.
Eventually Lukas made it to another rooftop and collapsed in exhaustion. He summoned a whole team of fairies this time. “Find whoever is doing this. I can't beat them if I can't see them.” he ordered.
It seemed as if whoever was targeting him had lost sight of him, because the building wasn't melting and fireballs weren't flying. Lukas concentrated on controlling his team. He closed his eyes and allowed himself to see what it was they were seeing. It took some time, but eventually one of the fairies found their target.
The mystery villain was nothing like what Lukas expected. They were short, skinny, and had shimmering silver hair. A black mask covered their eyes, but what Lukas could see of their face was pale and flawless. Their white, tanktop-like blouse was tucked into their brown short-shorts, the bottoms of which stopped just above their white thigh high boots. White gloves covered dainty hands, and a thick black collar was placed around their throat. Lukas hated to admit it, but they were fucking gorgeous.
Lukas’s stared for so long he forgot his fairies weren't invisible (not this one at least) and the nameless villain grabbed hold of the poor thing. Lukas watched in horror and the villain’s hands lit on fire, their eyes glowing violet beneath their mask. He felt a searing pain as the fairy was reduced to ashes, along with a sense of guilt that he'd gotten the poor creature killed.
But at least he knew where his enemy was. So it's a girl then? No matter. I'll take ‘em down all the same. Lukas never was one to care about his opponent’s gender. Man or woman, he made them both suffer equally, especially if they hurt one of his creatures.
Doing his best to stay out of sight, as well as avoiding the lava that still poured through the streets, Lukas eventually reached the building he knew his opponent was in. He tried to stay silent as he approached from behind, but the villain quickly turned to face him the second he set foot in the room. Their hands lit up and the purple light shone through their mask again.
“I'll admit, you're pretty good. I've never had a criminal run me this ragged before. You really are something else.” Lukas praised. “At first I was considering going easy on you, seeing as you're so cute and fragile-looking. But then you went and killed my comrade.”
The villain got a guilty look on their face, and flashed a seemingly apologetic look. The glowing faded and the fires went out. They turned away, staring at the window longingly, as if they wanted to run away instead of fighting. As soon as they did this, the collar they wore beeped, and Lukas watched dumbfounded as the villain was electrocuted. They let out a silent scream, crumbling the ground in pain before they were shocked again. Tears soaked through their mask and ran down their face as there was a another beep followed by a zap.
Lukas had no clue what was happening, and could do nothing but watch as his sort-of-opponent writhed on the ground. Their mouth hung open as if they were screaming, but no sound came out. Another beep sounded. The supposed villain slammed their fist into the ground in both pain and rage, and Lukas’s eyes widened in fear as the purple glow returned, much brighter and more menacing than before.
Lava began pooling beneath the villain’s feet before rushing towards Lukas alarmingly fast. Lukas quickly called upon his companions to put up a barrier between him and the molten rock surrounding him.
“Who are you? What are you? And why the hell are you doing this?” he called out.
Unlike earlier, the villain showed no sign that they were hearing what Lukas was saying, and the purple light continued to grow brighter. Lukas suspected that whatever had happened to them earlier had altered something in their mind. Their careful, calculated attacks were replaced by blind assaults as they pounded on Lukas’s barrier. Lukas was distracted from his thoughts as the screaming outside grew louder. He asked one of his companions for a status, and was horrified by what he saw.
As soon as the girl controlling the lava had lost her mind, she lost control of their powers, and magma burst from the ground all throughout the city, reducing everything and everyone to nothingness. As if things weren't bad enough, the collar beeped again, and Lukas couldn't help the pity that filled his heart at the person he was supposed to be fighting fell to their knees, letting out another silent scream. They panted heavily, and their whole body seemed to become encased in that light.
Lukas felt his barrier weakening. From what he could tell, the more pain his adversary was in, the stronger they became. Unfortunately, it also seemed that the stronger they got, the less control they had over their power.
“Hey, listen to me! You have to calm down before you kill everyone in this entire damn city! I don't know you very well, but I know you don't want to do this! I saw it earlier. You didn't want to hurt me, and I know you don't want to hurt all these people. I don't know who's making you do this, but you have to stop it! Please!” Lukas screamed.
To his surprise, his words appeared to work. The girl stopped attacking the barrier, and the light began to dim. The lava slowly began to disappear, and within minutes everything had stopped. The girl fell to the floor in exhaustion, holding her head and crying softly.
Lukas let his barrier down and carefully approached. “Are you okay? What the hell was that?”
The villain lifted their head weakly, looking at Lukas sorrowfully before mouthing, “I'm sorry.”
She pulled herself to the her knees, facing Lukas. She made a motion as if blowing him a kiss, and Lukas became entranced as ice crystals began to drift through the air. One hit his arm, and next thing he knew it was encased in ice. As more of the crystals hit his body, Lukas began to freeze over. Before he knew it, all but his head was frozen solid. Ice? How is this possible? Am I actually about to die?
Suddenly the ice surrounding him shattered, and Lukas opened his eyes to see his trusted troll holding him closely. “You're okay? Oh thank goodness. I thought you'd died earlier!” Lukas exclaimed.
His attacker, who was now barely able to hold themself in a kneeling position, stared wide eyed. “Impossible…” Lukas saw them mouth.
“Well, looks like I win.” Lukas proclaimed, walking over and kicking them in the face. He watched as they fell backwards. He didn't give them time to recover before stomping on their head and knocking them out. Lukas slung the unconscious body over his shoulder. His troll gave him a questioning look.
“What? I've got a lot of questions for them when they wake up.”
When Emil awoke, he head a brain splitting headache, and he didn't know where he was. He was laying on a cold, hard floor in the dark. How the hell did I get here? He wondered. Flashes of memory flooded his mind. He was rescuing his friend Leon when this weird fairy-thing came up to him. He assumed it belonged to that Lukas guy and burned it before it could hurt him. He called it his comrade...it was conscious. Alive. I killed it.
The memory sent a surge of guilt through his heart. I wouldn't have done it if I'd known. I didn't know it was alive! Emil struggled to remember what happened next. He remembered considering running away. He didn't want to hurt Lukas. As soon as he'd thought about that, an agonizing pain had shot through his body. That much he could remember. His memory blanked for a while after that. The next thing he was able to remember was being on his knees and using his secret ice power. No one knew he had it, so it always caught his opponents off guard and killed them. So how did he get here?
“Nice of you to wake up.” a voice sounded from the dark. A bright light flooded the room, causing Emil's eyes to ache. He squeezed them shut, whimpering silently. It wasn't until he tried to cover his eyes that he realized his arms were bound behind his back. “I've got a few questions for you.”
“Are you aware that you murdered over twenty thousand people yesterday?” Lukas asked him. Emil's jaw dropped. I did? “Judging by your expression, I'm guessing you weren't. Tell me, who even are you? Before I ask anything else, I at least want to know that.”
Emil stared back at him, not saying anything.
“Answer me!” Emil was only vaguely aware he was being kicked after that. He was so used to being kicked around that he barely felt it anymore.
Emil lost track of time after that. He wasn't sure how many questioned Lukas asked him, or how many times he was kicked for not answering. He didn't really care. He just wanted to sleep. Emil felt a sudden pain blossom in his leg. Looks like Lukas was changing tactics. Emil looked down to see a knife embedded in his thigh.
“Really? Still no response? You are one stubborn little shit, princess” Lukas sighed, pulling the knife out and jamming it into Emil’s shoulder. Damn that hurt like hell.
Stop...stop it. Why don't you understand? I can't answer you. I want to, but I can't. I don't to want to be your enemy, don't make me hurt you! Just stop it already!
Lukas was getting frustrated. He'd been at this for hours now. He'd tried beating, stabbing, drowning, burning (which he should have known wouldn't even damage someone who could literally walk through lava), electrocuting, just about everything he could think of to make this villain talk. But nothing worked. Never once had anyone been able to stand up to him this long. It was both intriguing, and frustrating.
Lukas looked down at his victim, who appeared to be sobbing. Tears streamed from their face to the floor, and their chest was heaving. That purple light started to flicker behind the mask again. It would come on, then fade.
“I told you earlier, it's useless. The one perk of being on a stupid team is that you get access to a lot of really nice things. Things like power inhibiting shots. You're not burning anything.” Lukas hissed.
The light grew stronger for a few seconds, making Lukas a bit nervous, before fading completely. He had to admit, just being able to summon the slightest bit of power after being given the shot, and after being tortured for so many hours, was impressive. Lukas walked over, grabbing a fistful of silver hair and yanking the villain to their feet. “C’mon princess, it's not a hard question. Who. Are. You?”
They opened their mouth as if they were trying to say something, but closed it. They hung their head defeatedly, before something in the room seemed to catch their eye. They managed to squirm out of Lukas’s grip and crash to the floor. Lukas watched with interest as the girl managed to drag herself over to the desk in the corner. That was where Lukas kept his notebooks and pencils so he could write down what his victims told him during interrogations. Normally he wouldn't let anyone near it, but this particular villain's behavior intrigued him.
They managed to knock and notebook and a pencil to the floor. They took the pencil into their mouth and started writing. It took a while before Lukas could make out the words, “I CAN'T TALK.” They paused for a second before adding on, “JACKASS.” The writing was messy and hard to make out, but it was enough for Lukas to read.
“Can't, or won't?” Lukas’s eyes narrowed. The villain banged her head on the ground in frustration.
It was a good five minutes before she was able to write out the next message. The words he read next put a pit in Lukas’s stomach. “I'm MUTE you dumbass. I actually CAN'T FUCKING TALK.”
Lukas swallowed thickly. He'd done a lot of sick, twisted things to many, many people, but never before this moment had he regretted it. In the past he'd always thought of his methods as justified, but now? How many hours had he just spent torturing this person? Doing all kinds of unimaginably awful things to them? And for what? Because of something they couldn't help? In that moment, Lukas began to wonder which one of them was really the villain here.
He watched with interest as the girl began writing again. “and another thing you piece of shit. I wasn't trying to use my powers, I was trying NOT to. If I lose control there's no telling what kind of things I'll do. I was trying to protect YOU, you stupid, arrogant, PATHETIC—”
The villain's head was thrashing as they tried to write faster to compensate for how many more words they were writing. Lukas gulped as the light returned. The girl didn't even seem to notice as her rage started to fuel her powers, and her whole mask was flooded with an angry purple. The restraints melted off her arms, and for a second Lukas thought she would attack him but...she didn't. Instead she took the pencil into their hand and started to write even more.
“AND QUIT CALLING ME PRINCESS. I KNOW I'M NOT EXACTLY DRESSED LIKE ONE RIGHT NOW, BUT I'M A FUCKING MAN.”
Lukas didn't know what to say. This was a lot to take in at once. This villain as way too pretty to be a man. The main thing that stood out to him, however, was how terrifyingly powerful this man was.
“Why would you want to protect me?” he finally asked.
“Because.” The man wrote. “I can't blame you for what you did. I want to, but I can't. Not after what I did. But I didn't do any of it because I wanted to! I HAD to do it!”
The man took his mask off, using his gloves to wipe the tears off his face. He gave Lukas a pitiful look that held nothing but pain and regret. For the first time Lukas was able to see his whole face, and it was nothing short of enchanting. His eyes were the same violet as the light that came from them, and Lukas was surprised to see that they permanently held a faint glow that was usually obscured by the mask. Now that his whole face was exposed, it was suddenly a lot more obvious that he was, in fact, male. However, he didn't look much like a man. More like a boy. A teenager to be exact.
“What do you mean by that?”
“It's this stupid collar.” the boy wrote. “My boss put it on me so I can't disobey orders. It's the reason I can't talk either. He said he got sick of my whining so he took my voice. That's not even the worst of it. If I try to refuse a mission, that's it. He'll detonate it and I'll die.”
“Oh.” Was all Lukas could manage.
“Normally I try my best to get things done and get out as quickly as possible. That way I don't have to hurt too many people. But today was different. My mission wasn't to save my friend. It was to kill you. The boss really hates you, so he wanted you gone. Enough to sacrifice half the city, apparently. It takes a lot of focus to control my powers, so if I get too emotional or I'm in too much pain, they go berserk. I'm a lot stronger when I'm like that, but I'm not myself. If I get to that state I have no control over what I do.”
“So that's why he kept shocking you like that. He was purposely trying to make you lose it.” Lukas guessed.
The boy nodded. “He warned me this would happen if he ever thought I’d lose with my powers restrained. That’s why I like to end things quickly.”
Lukas nodded. “Interesting. What’s your name, kid?”
“I'm Emil. And that kid you fought earlier, that's Leon. He's another one like me. He never wanted to be a villain either. The boss is one sick son of a bitch. He searches for kids with special abilities and then kidnaps them and makes them work for him. There's a whole bunch of us he keeps locked up.”
“Seriously?” Lukas was shocked. Now that Emil pointed it out, Lukas realized that the kid he was fighting earlier was wearing a collar like Emil’s.
“Yep. Although I seem to be his least favorite for some reason. Everyone else is at least allowed to talk.” Emil shook his head sadly. “That’s about as far as their freedom extends, though. I’m willing to bet almost every ‘bad guy’ you’ve fought that’s around my age was being forced into it.”
“Emil, I'm so sorry. I wouldn't have hurt you if I'd known. I wouldn't have hurt any of them.” Lukas’s voice shook. Am I...crying? Shit, I am. Not like anyone could blame him though. The thought that he'd hurt a bunch of innocent kids made him sick to his stomach. Of course, he'd taken down plenty of legitimately dangerous, evil people, but did that really make up for it? He tried not to dwell on it.
“It's okay. I deserved it.” Emil was crying too. “20,000 people. If I'd known, I would've just died instead.”
Lukas sighed. He pulled the boy into his arms and held him closely. Emil gave him a confused look, which he ignored. He just held him and stroked his hair.
“You're just a kid. None of this is your fault.” Lukas told him. “You are one terrifying son of a bitch though.”
Emil blushed. Fuck he's cute.
“I'm serious. If the creatures I summon couldn't act independently of me, I would've been dead. And to be able to use your powers after what I did to you, that's just unheard of. You really are one special kid.” Emil smiled up at him, his words calming the boy down. “I do have one last question, though.”
Emil raised an eyebrow.
“Why are you dressed like this? I mean, no offense, but you kind of look like a stripper.” Emil went bright red within seconds. He squirmed out of Lukas’s grip and grabbed the notepad and pencil.
“MY BOSS IS A STUPID PERVERT, THAT'S WHY! All the other guy's have these super cool looking outfits that match their powers but I'm stuck in this thing.” Emil pouted. “Bastard said I “didn't have the right frame” to dress like a boy, and I looked cuter like this. I'm not supposed to be cute dammit! All the other kids think I'm a girl because they can't hear my voice or see my face T^T”
Lukas laughed. “I’ll get you a different outfit, okay? I’d being lying if I said watching you squirm around looking like this wasn’t a bit...distracting.”
“Insulting me now, are we? I guess I won’t get you any clothes then~” Lukas stood up and started walking away. Emil quickly gripped onto his leg and pulled him back.
“I’m sorry!” he quickly scribbled on the notepad, holding it up guiltily. “I didn’t mean it. Please get me out of this thing, I look like a whore.”
Lukas chuckled. “I’ll see what I can find. After you get dressed, I want you to come somewhere with me.”
Emil tilted his head questioningly.
“Like I mentioned, I’m on a team, and I think they just might be able to get that collar off you. Once they do that, you can join us. I think you’d make a much cuter hero than a villain.” Lukas said. Emil looked deep in thought, as if he wasn’t sure he should take this offer.
“We won’t make you use your powers when you don’t want to, and I promise we won’t hurt you.” Lukas assured him. “And if you join us, we can help you rescue your friends, too.”
Emil nodded in agreement. Lukas started to walk away again, when he was suddenly tackled to the ground. He stared up at Emil in confusion, when the boy did the unexpected and kissed him deeply. “Thank you.” He mouthed when he pulled back.
“Y-You’re welcome.” Lukas stammered. He had a feeling he was going to enjoy working with this kid.
I didn’t really mention it in the story, but here Emil is about 17 and Lukas is 20, so it’s not like a super weird age gap or anything. I just felt the need to clarify XD
I'll be honest here, I'm actually considering making this one into its own full blown work, but I don't think I can come up names, powers, and costume designs for everyone, and I don't really hate any character enough to make them the main antagonist. I dunno. It's a fun idea but I just don't think I have the skill or creativity to make it happen.
I would literally pay someone else to write this story for me though like seriously I feel bad letting this idea die XD
Chapter 9: No Matter What (Fem!Norway x Iceland)
Hey people! Guess what. A while ago my friend forcibly made me get a tumblr even though I usually make it a point to stay from the cancer that is social media, and at first I was never going to mention it because I post absolutely nothing ever.
BUT I will admit to having checked out a coouuuple other blogs recently and I realized that hey, I can just use it to talk to people.
Anyways, if anyone is ever bored and wants to talk to me about something or ask me about something, go on tumblr and look for the aptly named account "areyouhappynowjerkbastard"
I'm bored so talking to people sounds like fun XD
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Emil jolted as the teacher called his name. “Bondevik, your sister is here to pick you up. Something about a family emergency.”
The boy shuddered and swallowed thickly. This is the second time this week. Is the office not going to question it?
Emil hurried out of class to where he knew his sister’s car would be waiting for him. He fidgeted nervously as he walked, knowing full well why his sister was pulling him out of school. They had a system of codes, you see, for getting Emil out of school. Doctor’s appointments meant they were going to the movies. Going home sick meant they would just stay at home cuddling. Dentist's appointments meant they were going out to eat. Family emergencies...those could mean any number of things depending on Sonja’s mood. Usually, though, they were for the same reason.
Emil was confused for a brief moment when he approached her car and saw no one inside, when suddenly he was spun around and pushed backwards so his back hit the car.
“You took your time getting here, little brother.” Sonja smirked, tilting Emil’s chin up to kiss him. The poor boy was never any less embarrassed to be shorter than his sister.
Emil blushed and quickly turned away. “D-Don’t do that. People can see us.”
“So?” Sonja trailed her lips along her brother’s neck, pressing gentle kisses on the pale skin. “Is my baby brother embarrassed of me?”
“No!” Emil denied immediately. Sonja’s eyes bored into his as she awaited his explanation, sending shivers down Emil’s spine. “You're amazing. In a perfect world, I'd love to tell everyone I'm yours. But…”
“Y-You’re my sister!” Emil shouted, grateful they were the only people in the parking lot. “Do you know how wrong this is? Everyone would hate me if they knew.”
Emil’s eyes watered, his hands shaking. He loved his sister, truly he did. More than anything in the world. She was so perfect in so many ways: the way she raised Emil on her own without any help from their useless parents; the way she managed to balance work, school, and taking care of her little brother; the way she refused to take no for an answer; the way she shamelessly went against authority. They way she made love.
There was nothing about Sonja that Emil didn't admire. She was his queen, and he would do anything for her. But how could he explain that to anyone? How could he expect anyone to understand that he was in love with his own sibling? They'd be appalled, disgusted. He'd become an outcast if anyone ever knew.
Not to mention there were so many things they'd never be able to do together. They could never act like a couple in public. They could never tell anyone, not even their closest friends about their relationship. They could never get married. Having a family was completely off the table. She deserves better than me. Emil thought miserably.
“Who cares about anyone else, Emil? I'm all you need, remember? Don't even think about anyone else.” Sonja flashed a rare smile, something only Emil ever got to see. It was gone in under a second, but it had been there, and it was enough to calm the teen down. Emil gave in as he was kissed again. He knew fighting it was pointless. If Sonja wanted something, that was it. She got it. Who was Emil to oppose her? “Let's go home, little brother. Don't forget why I called you out here.”
Emil nodded and got in the car. The drive home was silent, but a comfortable silence. Emil couldn't help staring at Sonja while she drove. She was always so focused, pursing her lips and narrowing her eyes as she made every move with laser precision. It was beautiful. Emil couldn't help himself from reaching out to his fingers through her long, blond hair. It's so soft…
As soon as they got home, Sonja more or less dragged Emil out of the car and into the house, pushing him down onto the couch once they were inside. Without a word, she climbed on top of his, pressing her lips to his neck again. Emil sighed, tilting his head back to give her more room.
The teen never was quite sure what to do in moments like these. He didn't exactly have much experience, and Sonja seemed to prefer he stay innocent and confused. Emil was content to simply lay back and allow his sister to do whatever she wanted with him, but he also felt guilty at times. He couldn't shake the feeling that he would never be able to as much for her as she did for him.
Emil gasped as slender hands slipped under his shirt and brushed against his sides. Sonja carefully grazed her teeth over the sensitive spot of his neck, causing him to squirm. Her hands expertly ran over all the places she knew would get her little brother excited, and Emil began to moan softly.
She really is perfect. He thought. She could be so much happier without me…
“S-Stop it!” Emil suddenly shouted. Sonja froze in place. Her brother was like a frightened animal, and she worried that any sudden movement would scare him away. “Stop...you can't. You can't keep wasting your time with me. It isn't right.”
“What on earth are you talking about, little brother?”
“That! Exactly that. I'm your little brother. Doesn't that bother you? I'm just a clueless child. I'll never be able to give you anything, can't you see that? You deserve so much more than this.” Emil wasn't sure when, but his eyes had started watering again.
“Emil, look at me.” Sonja ordered. Emil did as asked. “You've already given me everything I could ever want, okay? You're only sixteen, you're supposed to be clueless. That's the whole point of learning.”
“Everything? Are you sure about that?” Emil asked.
“What about a family? What about getting married? Or at least being able to have someone you could actually tell people you're with? You'll never have any of that if you stay with. Stop holding yourself back!” Emil cried.
“What about you? Do you want all those things?” Sonja asked. Emil shook his head.
“Not without you…”
“I feel the same way, Em. If it means being with you, I'd gladly give all of that up.” Sonja assured him. “I love you.” Emil only cried harder.
“I love you too.” He said shakily. “And that's why I can't let you do this. You have your whole life ahead of you. You could be so happy with somebody, someday. But not with me around.”
“I can't do this anymore. I'm sorry, but it's just wrong. I'm sorry…”
Sonja watched helplessly as Emil ran off. You're worth so much more to me than you think, little brother. I'm should be the one who's sorry for not letting you know that sooner.
“Thank you for coming.” Emil said as his friend sat down across from him. After running out of his house, he'd felt confused and needed someone to talk to. He'd ended up calling his close friend, Lily, and asking her to meet him at the coffee shop downtown when she got out of school.
“You sounded really distraught. I was worried about you.” Lily confessed.
“Thanks.” Emil said. “I had something pretty stupid on my mind I guess. I think if I tried to talk to anyone else about it they'd laugh…”
“What's wrong? I promise I won't laugh.” Lily assured him.
“It's just...there's this girl. And I really love her a lot. But if anyone found out we were together they'd think it was wrong, and I don't even think I'm right for her. I don't want to lose her, not at all, but some part of me knows she'll be better off without me.” Emil admitted.
“You have a girlfriend? That's so cute! Why wouldn't you tell me?” Lily questioned.
“Weren't you listening? I told you, no one would approve of us being together!” Emil realized a little late that he was being too loud for a public setting. He blushed as people turned to look at him, and made sure to quiet down.
“Well—” Emil paused. Was he really willing to tell the whole truth about the situation? “She's..she’s a lot older than me. I'm pretty sure it's illegal…”
“And because of, uh, family complications, we'd never be allowed to get married or anything either. One of these days she's going to realize how badly that sucks and regret wasting so much time with me.” Emil explained.
“I'm sure that's not true.” Lily insisted. “Has she ever said anything to make you think this way?”
Emil thought about it. “Well...no.”
“Does she love you back?”
“Then what's the problem?”
“It’s...I don't know.”
“How much older is she?”
Lily hummed, before responding. “Six years will seem like nothing when you're older.”
“You have a point…”
“So stay with her. Who cares if other people think it's wrong? If no one else, I promise I won't hate you.” Lily smiled brightly. “Even if you won't tell me who it is. I'm here.”
Emil couldn't help but smile back. “Thanks, Lily. You're right. I was being stupid and insecure and let my nerves get the better of me. Thanks for setting me straight.”
“Anytime.” Lily nodded, getting out of her seat to give her friend a hug. “You're so silly sometimes.”
“Yeah, I know.” Emil giggled softly, hugging back. He squeaked when she ruffled his hair, his face going red. “L-Lily! You're supposed to be my only friend who isn't annoying.”
“Sorry.” The short girl giggled. “The others made messing with you look so fun. I felt left out.”
“I am going to kill those assholes.”
The two of them spent a while like that, just laughing and talking. Emil was glad he had at least one friend he could always count on. Now he just needed to find a way to apologize to Sonja.
Shortly after Emil ran off, Sonja began to worry about her little brother. He was such a fragile kid. She didn't want him getting hurt. After thinking it over, she decided to check the teen’s favorite coffee shop downtown. If he was avoiding coming home, there was a good chance he went there.
Once she got there, she couldn't believe what she was seeing. Why was her little brother hugging another girl? Why were they laughing? Why did they look so happy together? He didn't break up with me to be with her did he? He wouldn't. He's not that kind of person…
Sonja tried her best to stay calm and find a logical explanation, but her jealousy boiled over and she ended up slamming open the shop door and stomping in.
“B-Big sister?” Emil gasped, not expecting this. “What are you doing here?”
“What am I doing here? What is she doing here?” Sonja accused, pointing at Lily.
“What? Nothing. We were just—” Emil winced as a stinging pain arose in his cheek, and it took him a few moments to process that his sister had slapped him.
“Don't tell me this is nothing! You're coming with me.” Sonja grabbed Emil by the collar and dragged him into the girl’s bathroom. Thankfully, no one else was in there. “Explain yourself.”
“Sonja I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry. I didn't mean what I said earlier. I was panicking over nothing and I made a mistake. I love you, and I want to be with you.” Emil told her.
“If that's true then why are you here with this girl?!”
“Lily? She's my friend. I came to her for advice on what to do about our relationship. I was afraid of losing you, but...Like I said earlier. I can't stand the thought of holding you back. I don't want you to miss out on life because of me.” Emil explained. “But Lily set me straight. Told me not let go of you. So I won't. I'm not leaving you, big sister. So please, don't be mad at me. I just want you to be happy!”
“Emil.” Sonja laughed quietly and shook her head, calming down instantly. “You are far too cute for your own good. I already told you, as long as we're together, I'm happy.”
She brushed her thumb over Emil’s trembling lip before kissing him softly. “No matter what anyone thinks, or says. No matter how twisted or wrong it is. I love you, little brother. I always will.”
Emil nodded and kissed back. “I love you too, big sister. No matter what.”
That came out sadder than I meant for it to. Oops. I hope it was okay anyways :3
Chapter 10: Kitten Iceland
A brief summer anecdote:
My sister, who lives in the bay area: "Uuugh it's 80° here! I'm burning to death!"
Me, a valley kid: "Aww, you poor baby. Why don't you come here. It's only A HUNDRED AND EIGHTEEN FUCKING DEGREES."
Sister: "What the fuck"
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Lukas shivered as a cold breeze blew by, pulling his scarf further over his face and crossing his arms tightly. It was the dead of winter, and temperatures were constantly below freezing. Because Lukas was just the luckiest person on the planet, his car had picked this lovely time of the year to break down, forcing him to walk to and from work.
When he was only a couple blocks away from his apartment, he noticed a group of kids poking at something with a stick. He was going to ignore them until one of the kids called out, “hey mister! Can you help us?”
Sighing exasperatedly, Lukas walked over to see what it is the kids were fussing over. When he came closer, all he could make out was a little bundle of white fuzz in the snow. “What is this?”
“I think it might be an animal, sir.” a little boy said.
“What do you want me to do about it?” Lukas asked. He was never good with kids.
“Help it! My momma said I shouldn't get near a wild animal, but I don't want it to die. Will you help it? Pretty please?” the same boy requested.
“I don't know…”
“Animal killer!” a little girl accused, tears forming in her eyes.
“Wait, I just mean—”
“Why do adults hate animals?”
“Is Mr. Fuzzy gonna die?”
“Please save him Mister!”
Next thing Lukas knew he was surrounded by crying kids. He cringed as passerby gave him nasty looks, and tried desperately to make the crying stop.
“Okay okay, I’ll help it!” Lukas shouted. He carefully lifted the little bundle of fuzz and brushed the snow off of it. Now that it was in his hands, he could tell that the fuzzball was actually the smallest kitten he'd ever seen. Damn...is it even alive?
“Is it dead, mister?” it's like the kids could read his mind.
“Of course not. Don't worry, I'll take it home so it can warm up, okay?” he told them.
“Okay…” They all echoed sadly.
Lukas wrapped the kitten up in his scarf and began carrying it home. Am I seriously going to take care of this thing? Part of him was tempted to just throw the kitten back into the snow so he wouldn't have to deal with it, but one glance at its fluffy little face changed his mind.
He carried the furrball all the way back up his apartment,where he quickly set to work warming it up. He ran the kitten under hot water in the sink and and gently worked the dirt out of its fur while warming it up. After a while he began to worry that the kitten was already dead, but he didn't give up.
After nearly ten minutes of just standing at the sink, petting the kitten and keeping under the hot running water, he felt movement in his hands. It was subtle at first, but then the kitten started squirming and mewling. Oh thank goodness .
“Welcome back little guy.” he said softly, patting its head. He toweled it off thoroughly, making sure it was completely dry, before wrapping it up in an electric blanket.
The kitten let out another little mewl, and Lukas couldn't help smiling. The kitten was incredibly tiny, and its fur was pure white save for the little brown spot on his right eye.
“You're a cute little fella, aren't ya?” Lukas said, scratching under its chin. The cat made a startled squeaking sound before purring quietly. Goodness it was too precious.
As much as Lukas would love to sit around just watching the little kitten, he had work to do. As well as working part time at the bookstore downtown, he was also a part time student at the local college, so he had a lot of homework to do as well. He got up to get his backpack and started working on his latest project. In history he'd been assigned a project to pick any topic he found interesting and write a twelve page research essay on it. Lukas had chosen ancient magic rituals in different countries.
Lukas put on headphones and tuned out the world so he could focus on his research. Before he knew it he was completely immersed in his work. He was happy the report was at least on something he enjoyed learning; it made the work fun. With his headphones in, he was oblivious to the fact that he was quietly murmuring some of the spells out loud. He was also oblivious to the kitten that had busied itself pouncing around on his notes and sketches.
It's amazing how timing could work out, because as soon as the little kitty had pounced right on top of the spell symbol Lukas had drawn, the blond man had absentmindedly murmured the corresponding incantation.
Lukas finally took his headset off when he saw a flash of light, and heard a loud yowl. He blinked a few times as he tried to process what he was looking at. After staring for a solid minute, he concluded that he had to have fallen asleep while working, and was now having a really weird dream. Because there was no way he was watching a naked teenage boy with cat ears and a tail staring at their hands in confusion. No way.
The cat/boy/whatever the hell it was slowly turned in circles, staring at its own body with interest. It licked its hand and made a face, seeming confused as to why it wasn't fuzzy. All at once the poor thing started to panic, spinning in circles and looking around with a scared expression.
“Hey hey, calm down.” Lukas said, placing a hand on its shoulder. It looked at him for a few seconds before its eyes lit up and it pounced on him, nuzzling his neck excitedly. What the hell?? “Stop that! Get off of me!” Lukas tried to push the cat boy away.
The thing—person?—whimpered miserably. Lukas groaned. “Sorry, sorry.” he pulled the odd creature back into his lap. It seemed happy enough, and cuddled up to him sweetly. That's it. I'm too tired for this crap right now. Hopefully I'll wake up tomorrow and this will all have been a dream. With that thought in mind, he picked up the—for God's sake he didn't have the slightest clue what to call it—and carried it to his bed. Covering the both of them in a thick comforter, Lukas closed his eyes and went to sleep, hoping this really was just a dream.
When Lukas opened his eyes, his was dismayed to find the odd kitten boy sleeping soundly next to him. Damn. He's real then. He sighed. Lukas must have moved too much because out of nowhere the creature's head shot up and it started looking around rapidly.
“Calm down, it's just me.” Lukas told it. It stared blankly at him before getting up and wandering around the room, observing its surroundings curiously. Lukas felt his cheeks heating up as he watched the very attractive, very naked teenage/kitten hybrid padding around the room. “Stop! Get back here!”
The nameless cat-thing turned around to look at Lukas, but didn't move. “You can't understand a word I'm saying, can you?” Lukas asked. He got no response. “Of course you can't. You're a cat.”
Realizing that words were useless, Lukas patted the spot next to him in hopes that the cat boy would come over. Thankfully it worked, and the odd creature sat down next to him. For the first time, Lukas took a moment to really examine the thing. Its hair was as white as its fur had been, with two little white ears sticking up. While its left eye was a pretty violet color, the right was brown. He was a very thin, pale boy, with a short white tail that swayed back and forth.
After a while Lukas realized that while he was examining the former kitten, it had been examining him, and it slowly crawled towards Lukas before prodding his hand with its head. It repeated the action a few times before Lukas caught on and carefully began to pet it. To his surprise, the creature hadn't lost its ability to purr, and it began to do so loudly. He's actually kind of cute. Lukas mused. He definitely needs clothes though.
“Sit still a minute, okay? I'll be right back.” Slowly, so as not to alarm his odd companion, Lukas got to his feet and dug through his closet. It was a bit hard to find something small enough to fit the boy's frame, but eventually Lukas found an old pair of jeans and an ugly old sweater. When he tried to put them on the creature however, he was met with retaliation. Though Lukas understood where the thing was coming from—if you never wore clothes your whole life, it would be weird to suddenly change that—he was having a hard time keeping his thoughts pure with a naked cat boy running around his apartment.
“Stay still!” he commanded, trying to pin him down. “If you're going to pass as a human you're going to need clothes!”
Of course, the creature didn't understand a word he said, and it ended up taking a good fifteen minutes to force it into the outfit. “There, was that so hard?”
As Lukas stared at the cat-turned-human, he felt like something was missing. Oh, I know! He dug through his closet again until he found what he was looking for: a small purple collar with a bell on it. It had belonged to Lukas’s childhood cat, and he'd kept it after the poor thing died as a momento. He put it on the cat boy in front of him, and a smile tugged at his lips. It fit perfectly.
The creature batted at the bell curiously, giggling when it jingled. Lukas watched fondly as it laid on its back, batting the bell back and forth. “That belonged to my old cat.” Lukas said, even though he knew his words meant nothing. “He was a cute little thing. His name was Emil...how about I call you that from now on?”
The cat boy paused his playing to stop and look at Lukas. At least he seems to respond well to the name . “Yeah, it suits you. From now on, your name is Emil.” Lukas declared.
“E...Em..il?” Emil echoed. Whoa. So he can learn to talk. That's good to know.
“Yes. Is that okay?”
“Y...y...yess.” Emil struggled to say.
“Good.” Lukas smiled and patted his head. Emil nuzzled his hand and attempted to curl into a ball on this lap. “Sorry little guy, I can't stay. I have to get ready for work.” Lukas apologized, pushing him away.
Emil gave a little pout and started whimpering. “Hey now, you survived the first half of your life without me. You can handle a few more minutes.” Lukas petted his head a few more times to try and calm him down before getting up to get ready. To his relief, Emil stayed put.
By the time Lukas was dressed and ready for work, Emil wasn't on the bed anymore. That little… He walked around the room, checking to see if the cat boy had hidden somewhere. When he was sure the room was clear, Lukas went out into the living room. He found Emil sprawled out on top of his homework, holding one paper in particular and staring at it.
“Emil! What are you doing?” Lukas snapped.
Emil’s ears perked up, and he ran over to Lukas and held up the paper he was looking at. Lukas took the paper from his hands and examined it. He was immediately shocked when he realized what it was.
Last night he'd been studying a few of the old rituals of an extinct people who believed that the souls of their dead lived on in the animals around them. They had one spell they believed could turn an animal back into a human, and it seemed that Lukas had accidentally cast that spell.
“Emil, if I didn't know any better I'd think you'd pounced on this thing on purpose.” Lukas chuckled, waving the picture in the cat boy’s face. Emil shook his head quickly as if denying the accusation, before pouncing up and hugging onto Lukas again. “You're so clingy. You know I'm going to have to leave you here alone in a few minutes, right?”
Despite being blank faced for most of the time Lukas was talking, Emil got a scared look in his eyes the second he'd heard the word “alone.” He began clinging tighter onto Lukas, stubbornly burying his face in his neck. “What? I can't bring you to work with me.”
Emil gave him sad, pleading eyes.
Lukas felt his resolve fading as Emil pawed at him desperately.
“Bad kitty. Stop trying to guilt trip me.”
Emil made a sad mewling sound.
“Dammit, fine. You can come with me.”
Emil made a cheering sound and licked Lukas’s cheek. The blond blushed brightly and pushed the half-kitten away. “As soon as I have free time, I'm going to need to teach you how to not act like a cat.” He declared. The last thing he needed was to explain to people why his friend was going around licking things.
Lukas ended up being late to work that day. Maybe he would've gotten there sooner had he been able to keep Emil on a leash so he wouldn't keep wandering off, but alas, there are certain things that are and aren't socially acceptable. Putting a leash on a teenage boy definitely was not acceptable.
“You're late.” his manager said as he set foot in the bookstore.
“I'm sorry ma'am. It's just that—” Lukas fumbled for an excuse. “This little guy wouldn't stop wandering off.”
He eventually decided on the good old truth, patting Emil’s head. He cringed when the cat boy purred. Shit. Forgot about that.
His boss looked at Emil oddly for a few moments before questioning, “who is this?”
“This is...uh…” What is our relationship? It would be weird to call him my pet now that he's a human. What do I call him? “He's my little brother.” Seriously? That's what I came up with?
“I didn't know you had a brother.” His boss commented.
“Well, here he is. His name's Emil.” Lukas introduced.
“Okay then. Nice to meet ya little guy.” The woman extended a hand out towards Emil, who stared in confusion.
Lukas nudged him, whispering “go on. Shake her hand.” To the cat boy.
Emil hesitantly placed his hand in the woman’s palm, much like the way a kitten would place their paw in someone's hand. Lukas fought the urge to facepalm, and the woman raised a questioning eyebrow.
“Sorry. He's a little...special.” Lukas apologized. The woman nodded slowly, about to let the matter drop, before she noticed something.
“What's on his head?” On his...OH.
How had Lukas forgotten about the fucking cat ears?
“H-He likes to pretend to be a cat sometimes, that's all.” Lukas knew it was a shitty lie, but it was the best he could come up with. “Like I said, he's a bit different.”
His boss gave in and sighed, leaving him to do his job. Thank goodness.
The rest of the day went pretty alright. Lukas let Emil sit in a chair next to the cash register where he worked, and for the most part the cat boy behaved. He stayed quiet and didn't wander around. The only problem was he had a tendency to hiss at anyone who got too close to Lukas while buying their book. Lukas did not enjoy trying to explain his odd behavior to people. It would be so much easier if he could just tell everyone that Emil was actually a cat, but obviously no one would believe him.
By the time Lukas closed up shop, Emil had fallen asleep on the checkout counter. Are you kidding me? Lukas groaned, picking up the sleeping form and carrying him back to the apartment.
When they got home, Lukas tucked Emil into bed, and began to get ready for school. He was exhausted by the time he finished working, and hated nights when he had class. College was rough, but Lukas knew it would be worth it eventually. He had just gathered up all his stuff and started walking out the door, when a weight slammed into his back and knocked him over.
“What the?” Lukas turned to see Emil clinging to his back. “You were supposed to stay asleep.” Lukas complained.
“No!” Emil whine and held on tighter.
“Emil, I am not bringing you to school with me.” Lukas declared. Emil's ears flattened and his eyes started watering. “No. No no goddammit you are not guilt tripping me again.”
Emil rolled onto the floor and started crying.
“Okay, you win! You can come with me. You are such a pain in the ass.” Lukas groaned. Emil watched as Lukas stood up, and pounced on his back.
“You seriously expect me to carry you?” Lukas questioned. Emil nodded. He seemed to be picking up quickly on understanding words. Now if only Lukas could teach him to talk, too.
So, once again, Lukas found himself carrying Emil through a snowy night. As soon as he set foot in his classroom, all eyes were on him. He wasn't late this time, but it the white-haired boy with kitten ears on that was on his back was more than a little noticeable.
“Bondevik. Who is this?” the professor questioned.
“He's my little brother. He's in town visiting and I didn't want to leave him home alone.” Lukas explained.
“So you brought him here?”
“Please sir, he doesn't have anywhere else to go. I promise he'll stay quiet and out of the way. Right, Emil?” Emil nodded.
The professor sighed. “Oh alright. But this better not become a regular thing.”
“Understood.” Lukas nodded, carrying Emil to his seat. He tried to put the cat boy down in the seat next to his, but he insisted on sitting in Lukas’s lap the whole time. Eventually Lukas gave in and let Emil curl in up in his lap, but he didn't miss all the odd looks he was getting from his classmates.
This little guy really was becoming a pain in the ass.
By the time summer rolled around, many things had changed. Emil still followed Lukas to work and school, but he didn't act as oddly. He didn't hiss at people, didn't lick things, didn't try to nap in odd places, didn't keep sitting in Lukas’s lap. He'd even learned how to talk.
Every day Lukas would drive them to the bookstore—that was another thing, his car had gotten fixed—and when they got there, instead of clinging to Lukas the whole time, Emil would sit and quietly read.
Lukas couldn't help feeling the slightest bit bad, though. It seemed that spending so much time in a quiet, isolated environment had had quite the impact on Emil’s personality. It slipped Lukas’s mind that even though Emil looked like a teenager, he’d only been human for a few months, so he was pretty impressionable.
He'd grown into a very quiet, closed off person who seemed to hate everything that wasn't Lukas. Since he was so young, he also had just about no filter during the rare times he did speak, so he said more than a few things that Lukas wished he hadn't.
“Aww, you're so cute!” one of Lukas’s friends had told Emil once, before Lukas had the chance to tell the whole lie about them being brothers. “How do you know Lukas? Not that I'm complaining, but you hang around him an awful lot.”
“I'm his pet.” Emil had responded plainly before returning to reading his book.
“I'm his pet cat.” Emil had told them, twitching his ears and flicking the bell on his collar for emphasis.
Lukas ended up spending the better half of an hour explaining to his friend that he was not into freaky perverted shit, Emil was not his pet, and that—though this part was a lie—Emil was not a cat.
Unfortunately, that wasn't the only time Emil had introduced himself to someone as Lukas’s pet cat, so the blond had a lot of explaining to do to a lot of people.
“Emil,” Lukas said one day as he took the cat boy on a walk. Though for the most part Emil had gotten used to be human, he still had many cat-like instincts and tendencies, so he hated being cooped up in the apartment all the time. “You can't keep going around telling people that you're my cat.”
“Why not? I'm your pet, and I'm a cat.” Emil stated.
“But you can't tell people that. No one will ever believe that you used to be a cat, and you can't keep humans as pets. It's just weird.” Lukas explained.
“But I'm not a human. I'm a cat.” Emil argued.
“No, you aren't. You might have the ears and tail of a cat, but you're human now, okay? And there are certain things that humans just can't do.”
Emil groaned. “I already started wearing clothes and I stopped hissing at people. I even stopped asking you to pet me in public. What more do you want from me?”
“Not much, I promise. Don't worry, you'll get the hang of everything quickly. You're already progressing really well for such a short time.” Lukas assured him. Though he was curious how Emil had learned so quickly.
Lukas remembered that the spell was meant to turn animals that were once human back into humans. He wondered if maybe Emil really had been a human in another life.
He halted in his tracks when he saw Emil staring at something with a grossed out look. “What's wrong?”
“Why are those people trying to eat each other?” Emil asked, narrowing his eyes. Lukas followed his gaze to a young couple that was kissing nearby. He almost laughed out loud at the realization.
“Emil, they're not eating each other. They're just kissing.” Lukas told him.
“Yeah it's...well it's hard to explain. When there's someone you really care about, you press your lips against theirs as an expression of how much you love them.” Lukas tried his best to explain.
“Yeah. You know, when you feel really close to someone and they mean a lot to you and you never want to be apart from them.”
“I see…” Emil nodded along. “Lukas?”
As soon as Lukas turned to face Emil, the cat boy hopped up and kissed him on the lips. Lukas’s eyes widened in surprised as they separated.
Emil had a thoughtful expression on his face. “Hmm...that actually felt pretty nice. I like it.” Before Lukas could say anything, Emil’s lips were on his again. Lukas knew he should pull away and stop this. He knew they shouldn't be kissing. Yet in the moment his body seemed to move without his consent and next thing he knew his fingers were looping inside Emil’s collar to pull him closer.
Emil began to purr as Lukas slipped his tongue into his mouth. It felt really, really nice. The blond wrapped an arm around Emil’s waist, much to the smaller male's delight.
Eventually they had to pull away for air. Emil had a blissful look on his face, while Lukas stood in shock. He just made out with his pet. Deep down he knew that Emil was a human, not a cat, and that he was his friend, not his pet. Still, in that moment, he couldn't help but feel wrong.
“Emil, why did you do that?” Lukas asked.
“What? Because you told me that's what I'm supposed to do.” Emil looked at him in confusion.
“No I didn't.” Lukas denied.
"Yes you did. You said that if you love someone you're supposed to kiss them.” Emil reminded him. “You seemed to like it. I don't get what's wrong.”
“Are you saying you love me?” Lukas asked.
“Is that not obvious?” Emil said. “Of course I love you. My whole life, my only memories were of being scared and cold and alone. But you made all that go away. You make me feel warm and safe and happy, and I love you for that. Is there something wrong with that?”
“No, not at all.” Lukas said, hugging him closely. Well, when he puts it like that, it doesn't feel so wrong anymore. “I...think I might love you too.”
“Really?” Emil asked gleefully, his ears perking up.
“Yeah. After spending so much time you, I honestly couldn't imagine living without you anymore. If anyone else pulled half the crap you do I'd probably strangle them, but there's just something about you that makes everything you do seem super fucking cute.” Lukas chuckled.
“Does that mean we can kiss some more?” Emil asked.
“You bet.” Lukas nodded. “Although...we might want to go back to the apartment first. There's a lot more than just kissing that you can do with people you love, but not that you can do in public.”
“Okay.” Emil agreed, and Lukas couldn't help smirking as he led him back home.
So here's a quick run down on things right now
I am working on the requests
I am not doing them in order. It's nothing personal, it's just that some requests I look at and immediately know how I want them to come out, while others I just kind of stare at like "wtf how do I even"
But I will get to them all eventually, I pinky promise.
Still, at some point I also really want to get back to my main story.
Unfortunately, as much as I love writing, it is very time consuming, and I do not have time. I am convinced my AP English and APUSH teachers are PURPOSELY assigning projects at the same time.
There is a good chance that after the next chapter my updates will slow down drastically for a little while, but don't say I didn't warn you. That is all.
Chapter 11: Emil the Masochist (VERY NSFW)
R.I.P. whatever was left of my innocence. Can we pretend this happens in a country where the legal age of consent is 16? Thanks.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Emil whined softly as he glanced up from his book at his boyfriend, who was still typing away at his computer. “Lukas, you're taking forever!” He complained.
“Emil, I already told you, this thing is due tomorrow and I put it off until today. It's going to take a while.” Lukas told him.
“Aren't college kids supposed to be responsible?” Emil narrowed his eyes.
“I'm not as bad as your brother.” Lukas shrugged.
“Point taken.” Emil agreed. He rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling, waiting for Lukas to finish his work. He smiled internally as he thought back to how they got together in the first place.
One time, when Emil was thirteen, his parents went out of town and his brother, Mathias, needed to go to a job interview. Not wanting to leave his brother alone, Mathias had asked Lukas to babysit him. Both Lukas and Emil were equally irritated by the situation, and made sure the other was aware of that.
Somehow they ended up bonding over how pissed they were at Mathias, and kept in touch after that day. The more they talked the closer they got, and soon they were dating. They kept it secret from Emil’s parents (what parent would want their kid dating someone five years older than them?), but ended up having to tell Mathias. The older brother was very unhappy with it at first, regularly threatening to murder Lukas in his sleep if he ever hurt Emil, but eventually he came around. He even started covering for them so they could spend more time together.
Even tonight. His parents were having a night out, and Mathias had told them that he wanted to hang out with Lukas and was bringing Emil with him. It was a good thing the two older males were roommates in college so Lukas and Emil could have more alone time. Though on nights like tonight, the high school junior was bored out of his mind.
“Lukas, can't you at least take a break? I'm bored.” Emil whined.
“Don't you have your own homework to do, Emil? I mean, aren't you in advanced classes?” Lukas questioned.
“Unlike someone, I got all the work finished beforehand so we could hang out tonight. I guess I should have just procrastinated instead.” Emil said.
“Yeah, you should have.”
Emil huffed indignantly and went back to reading. As the clock ticked by, Emil managed to finish his entire book, and Lukas was still typing. It had been hours , and then young teen was starting to go insane.
“Lukas, pay attention to me.” Emil ordered. He was ignored. “Lukas. Lukas? Lukas!”
The college senior had taken to blatantly ignoring Emil as he continued his work. Oh hell no. Emil thought angrily. He marched over to Lukas and stood between him and the computer.
“I'm busy, okay? Go away.” Lukas tried to shoo him off.
“At least gimme a kiss.” Emil pouted.
“Emil, I don't have time for—”
Lukas was so shocked by what happened next, he began to feel ill. Emil had angrily grabbed hold of the computer plug and pulled out it of the wall, shutting the computer down. Lukas couldn't remember the last time he hit “save” on his assignment. Everything he'd worked on for the past few hours was gone.
Emil pouted down at him, crossing his arms stubbornly.
“You were ignoring me!”
“You want me to pay attention to you?”
“Fine.” Lukas growled, shooting out of his seat. He grabbed onto Emil’s arm, spinning him around and shoving him over the desk. Emil gasped as his pants and underwear were yanked off, sending shivers down his spine.
“W-Wait! Lukas, what are you—AH!” Emil cried out as a hand came down hard on his ass.
“You wanted my attention. I'm giving it to you.” Lukas smirked before roughly spanking his boyfriend again. Emil yelped and clutched the edge of the desk tightly. “So, Emil.” Lukas said tauntingly before bringing his hand down again. “If I were you, I'd start apologizing.”
“S-Sorry.” Emil muttered quietly.
“Hmm? What was that?” Lukas asked, hitting Emil harder this time.
“Nng. I said I'm—GAH!” Emil was cut off by Lukas’s hand snapping harshly against his backside. “I'm sorry!”
Lukas chuckled darkly, gently rubbing the now-reddened skin of his boyfriend’s ass. Emil gasped and shuddered, tightening his grip on the desk. “Well, guess what Emil?”
“W-What?” Emil responded weakly.
Lukas leaned in close to Emil’s ear before whispering, “I don't forgive you.”
Before Emil could react, Lukas pulled back and spanked him again. And again. And again. Emil whimpered pathetically, squeezing his eyes shut and squirming against the desk. He gasped out as the older male continued roughly spanking him . Oddly enough, he kind of...liked it. Something about the burning pain in his backside and the feeling of the desk digging into his hips turned him on more than he thought possible, and the next time Lukas’s hand came down, Emil moaned loudly.
Lukas froze, taking a few steps back. He stared at Emil, whose face had gone nearly as red as his ass, in wonder. “Emil...are you enjoying this?”
Emil nodded weakly.
“Oh…” Lukas blinked a few times, before his smirk returned. This was going to be fun. He walked away from Emil, fumbling through the high schooler’s backpack.
“Lukas? What are you doing?” Emil questioned, standing up straight.
“Bend back down, Em. I am nowhere near done with you.” Lukas commanded. Emil gulped and did as he was told. Lukas grinned evilly as he found what he was looking for, pulling a wooden ruler from Emil’s bag.
Emil’s eyes widened as he saw it, and he shivered in anticipation of what was about to happened. He followed Lukas with his eyes when the blond moved to stand behind him. He closed his eyes again and took a deep breath. He started counting, preparing himself for what was to come.
“Nng!” The ruler connected before Emil even reached ten.
“How's that feel?” Lukas asked.
“Good...d-do it harder.” Emil responded.
Lukas raised an eyebrow. “Seriously?”
“Lukas please.” Emil begged.
Intrigued, Lukas snapped the ruler even harder against Emil’s already-bruised bottom. Emil jolted and moaned. Lukas felt himself getting aroused as Emil gasped and squirmed beneath him.
A few more hits and Emil looked on the brink of tears.
“Shit, Emil. You can tell me if this is too much.” Lukas informed him, feeling guilty for enjoying his boyfriend’s pain so much. He was every bit as much a sadist as Emil was a masochist.
Emil shook his head. “Please don't stop.” He whimpered, wiggling his hips slightly. “I-It feels so good.”
The tone in which the boy said that went straight to Lukas’s lower regions, and he threw all caution out the window. Gripping the ruler more tightly, he smacked it harder against teen’s ass, over and over.
Flash forward two minutes and Emil was a moaning, writhing mess. Both parties were panting, their arousals starting to ache.
“S-Shit...Lukas.” Emil panted.
“What?” Lukas asked, leaning against the desk.
“I can't take it anymore...please fuck me.” The junior pleaded.
“Well since you asked so nicely.” Lukas lifted Emil up and tossed him onto his bed. Emil wriggled impatiently as he waited for Lukas to get undressed.
The second Lukas had discarded his pants and the like, Emil tugged him down and kissed him violently. “Someone's impatient.” Lukas mumbled against his lips.
“If you aren't pounding me into this mattress within the next two minutes I will actually kill you.” Emil growled irritably.
Lukas laughed in response and pushed three fingers past the teen's lips. “You know what to do.”
Any other time and Emil would have yelled at his boyfriend for talking to him like a child, but right now he was desperate. Emil sucked gently, running his tongue along Lukas’s fingers in a way that made the older male’s breath hitch. Lukas wasted no time pulling his fingers back and pressing one into Emil’s hole.
The young teen winced, but quickly adjusted. Soon Lukas slipped in a second finger, and a third, and began moving them in and out slowly.
“L-Lukas! Fuck I'm ready hurry up!” Emil cried out.
“Ready? I haven't even done this!” Lukas spread his fingers, stretching Emil out. The younger male gasped in pain, turning to bury his face in his pillow. Lukas smirked as he worked his fingers in and out of the teen more roughly.
“A-Ah~! That's the—nnng—point. I-I want it to hurt!” What Lukas could see of Emil’s face had gone bright red. Lukas shuddered at his words.
Pulling his fingers out, Lukas lifted Emil’s legs over his shoulders and lined himself up with the teen’s entrance. Emil swallowed thickly as he realized just how damn big his boyfriend was. Could he really handle that?
That question was answered as Lukas slammed the entirety of his length into the small male. Emil screamed and wrapped his arms tightly around Lukas’s neck for support. Just like before, it hurt like hell but also felt amazing. The burning ache made his cock twitch, causing his cheeks to flush with embarrassment.
Lukas began to thrust shallowly, trying to let Emil adjust to his size. Emil whined and used his legs to pull him in deeper.
“If you go any slower I'm going to lose my mind.” Emil said through gritted teeth.
“Fine. You asked for it.” Lukas replied, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in. He grunted as Emil moaned his name loudly.
Lukas sank his teeth into Emil’s neck and began thrusting roughly. Emil cried out as the massive length stretched and rubbed him in all the right ways. A torturously wonderful pain mixed with an overwhelming sense of pleasure that had the high schooler screaming his boyfriend’s name until his throat was raw.
“L-Lukas! Fuck, Lukas! Faster!” Emil managed to gasp out between incoherent moans.
Lukas dug his nails into Emil’s hips, balancing himself to move faster. He bit harder into Emil’s neck in order to muffle his own moans, accidentally drawing blood. Not so unexpectedly, Emil responded positively to the abuse, grabbing the back of Lukas’s head and urging him to do it again. Lukas licked up the blood that flowed from the bite mark before leaving another one on the teen's collar bone, then his shoulder, then just below his jaw.
Emil screamed and moaned out indecipherable phrases. Sometimes Lukas could make out his name among the sounds pouring from the boy’s mouth. There was one phrase that rang out loud and clear, however.
Upon hearing those words, Lukas pulled out, much to Emil’s displeasure. “Lukas, what do you think you're—”
The boy yelped as he was flipped over, his face shoved into his pillow, his ass raised into the air. Without skipping a beat, Lukas rammed harshly back into the trembling teen, making him scream loudly into the pillow. Now that they were in this position, Lukas started striking his boyfriend’s most sensitive spot dead on with each and every thrust.
A muffled string of obscenities could be heard through the pillow as Emil approached his end. Just a few more sharp thrusts had him screaming Lukas’s name at the top of his lungs and dirtying the sheets beneath him. Lukas, who'd been on edge for a while now, also reached his finish, spilling inside the wrecked boy beneath him.
Once Lukas pulled out, Emil dropped flat against the mattress, panting heavily. The older male took a few moments to catch his breath before lying down next to him.
“Never knew you were such a masochist, Emil.” he commented.
“Don't even pretend that doesn't at least turn you on a little bit.” Emil replied.
“You have no idea.” Lukas chuckled, pulling Emil against his chest and gently kissing the bruises on his neck. Emil let out a content sigh and closed his eyes.
“By the way, Lukas.” Emil murmured. “While I was blocking your computer screen, I hit save.”
Lukas sat up immediately. “Wait, so all my work isn't gone forever?”
“Nope.” Emil grinned softly. “I was just trying to make you angry. You're always rougher when you're angry~”
“You little shit. You planned this all, didn't you?”
“Not all of it. The ruler was a much welcomed surprise.” Emil admitted.
Lukas shook his head. Unbelievable. “Well now I have even less time to finish this assignment since you distracted me. Not mention if I don't get you cleaned up before your brother gets back he'll probably throw me out the window.”
Emil giggled, muttering “worth it,” before passing out, leaving Lukas to fix everything by himself.
WELL I BLEW THAT WAY OUT OF PROPORTION. Way to take a dirty request and make it even dirtier. I can't tell if that came out hot or just plain awkard. Like I said, smut is not my strong suit, don't judge me.
Fuck I'm probably going to burst into flames next time I walk into church because of this.
Okay yeah so I'm sorry this isn't actually an update or anything, I just wanted to let everyone know what's going at the moment so no one hates me XD
Like in the past, I have actually started with some of the other short stories, but I'm pretty much physically incapable of focusing so I have them all half-written and I honestly don't know how long it'll take me to finish them.
For my main Norice story I know what I'm going to write next, I just need time to write it! I've already written the ending too, I just need to build up to it a bit more so it doesn't all seem rushed and gross.
I know what I'm doing and I'm honestly trying my best to get it done, I just don't have time. The main reason I wanted to say this now is because odds are I won't be able to update anything this week and I don't want it to seem like I've gone completely dead here.
Oh, and so clicking on this wasn't a total waste of time, accept this joke as an offering
Who does Polyphemus hate more that Odysseus?