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nashibirne · 3 years

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PICK UP

Trucker!Sy is back! I had so much fun writing him, so I decided to write a follow-up to Truck Stop. In this one Sy initiates a little role play. I hope you like it just as much as part 1. If so, please leave me a reblog, comment or like 💜. Thanks!

Pairing: Syverson x reader/y/n/you (f)

Word count: 2.3 k

Summary: Sy wants to pick up a little bird at a bar. This is a follow-up to Truck Stop but you can read it without knowing part 1.

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, PWP, smut, sex, unprotected sex, oral sex (f receiving), vaginal sex, roleplay, cream pie

Unbeta'ed. English isn't my first language. Mistakes ahead and they're all mine.

Credits: I don't own Captain Syverson

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Off we go....

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Imagine, you liked the little role play, your girlfriend surprised you with so much, you want to return the favor. You didn't tell her what you've planned, you've just told her to show up at that bar and to play along....

I am nervous, I mean like really nervous, which is silly, because it's my girlfriend I'm going to meet in a few minutes. But then again, tonight she's not my girlfriend. She's going to be a random stranger, sitting at the bar, catching my eye and I'll try to pick her up.

I enjoyed her surprise the other day so much, our little the-trucker-and-the-hitch-hiker-role play, I want to return the favor and so I told her to come to the "Midnight Cowboy" at 8 o'clock and wait there for me at the bar. And that's why I sit here in a dark corner booth with a good view at the entrance and the barstools, glancing nervously at my watch again and again. I'm really not sure if this is going to be a success. I've never been the type for one-night-stands or flings. I've always been in long-time-relationships, with my first love at high school, with two women in my twenties, with my ex-wife and now with y/n. All my relationships started the classical way. You meet through friends or through your job or at a party, you start dating, you fall in love and get serious.

Never before have I tried to hook up with a woman just for one night at a bar, guess I'm an old-fashioned boomer but well...that's me. The door opens once again and I raise my head hoping it's her but it's just a middle-aged couple with matching outfits and a tiny dog on a leash. Oh, wait, there she is, y/n follows right behind them. She looks so pretty, my heart skips a beat. It's still hard to believe that a woman like her wants to be with an ordinary trucker like me. She's dressed up, wearing a pretty summer dress that's sexy in an innocent way. It's not showing much skin but I know what a great body hides underneath, I know the curves that are wrapped up in the light blue fabric with the floral print by heart and that's why it's so promising and hot to me.

She takes a quick look around before taking a seat at the bar. I duck my head and hide myself from her eyes. I don't want her to see me, not yet. She smiles at the bartender and makes her order. It's cute how she's sitting there, fumbling with the colorful bangles on her wrist that match her outfit, glancing at her watch. She's nervous too and to be honest that's a big relief.

The guy at the other end of the bar keeps looking at her and he's not very subtle. Actually it's more ogling than looking and I feel the jealousy rise in my guts. She's my woman and I should be the one undressing her with his eyes. Well, to be honest I am. I just can't keep my eyes off of her, her gorgeous body and her lovely face. The bartender places a cocktail in front of her, it's a Tequila Sunrise, and she takes a sip, before checking the time again.

Okay, it's time for my entrance, to let the games begin. I take my beer and leave my comfortable booth to sit down at the bar. I choose a stool diagonally across from my sweet little bird to make sure it's easy to have eye contact. When she sees me she presses her lips together to suppress a grin. She gives me a quick, curious glance before she lowers her eyes on her drink. I have a swig of beer and keep looking at her to get back her attention. If I wasn't her boyfriend I probably would freak her out by staring at her like a psycho but I don't know what else to do. Luckily she knows I'm not some kind of creep and so she gives me a look and a delicate smile eventually. I return the smile, nodding at her and I raise my trucker cap a little to greet her.

She giggles and looks away, pretending a shyness that's not typical for her but very fitting for our little role play. While she fakes innocence I try to strike her as a man who knows what he's doing and who knows the rules of this game. We keep on exchanging glances and smiles but I have to make a move eventually and so I do what I consider to be smooth and I beckon the bartender to come over.

"Another beer for me please and another Tequila Sunrise for the pretty lady over there."

"Sure."

He gives me a nod and brings me a new bottle of beer just seconds later before mixing her cocktail. He places it in front of y/n, talking to her and they look in my direction at the same time. He goes back to polishing glasses and she flashes me a bright smile, mouthing 'thank you' over the country music that's a little too loud for my taste. I mouth a 'welcome' back and raise my bottle to her. She takes a sip of her drink with a sexy smirk but averts her eyes again.

Time for the next move. I get up and walk over to her with big confident strides and a bit of a swagger. I know women like the way I walk and move and y/n is no exception.

"Mind if I join you?" I smile at her with what's supposed to be a flirtatious wink. She looks me up and down skeptically.

"Why?"

"Umm…" I'm not prepared for this question and I don't know a single pick-up line that wouldn't be an absolute cliche or totally sexist, so I decide to stay close to the truth. "You just caught my eye. You're not only pretty but you seem to be an interesting person. So…" God, I suck at this. Please don't make it too hard for me, little bird.

"You can tell I'm an interesting person just by looking at me for ten minutes straight?" She gives me a teasing smile and I can't help but laugh.

"Okay, that sounds strange, I know. Let me try again, okay?"

"Okay."

"I saw you sitting here and you caught my eye. You're beautiful on the outside and I just hope on the inside you're beautiful too and hopefully an interesting person...so... I'd just like to get to know you by chatting a little." I shrug and give her a sheepish smile because I feel like an idiot.

"Well, honestly, that's a great answer. Much better than the usual pick up crap. So, yes, please..." She pats on the seat beside her and I sit and turn to her.

"Thanks. I'm Tom, by the way. But everyone calls me Sy."

"I'm y/n. Nice to meet you...Sy. Sy is short for?"

"Syverson. My last name."

"I see. Sy. I like the sound of it. Feels good on my tongue." She smiles again and I'm at a loss for words for a moment. Cheeky little bird. Time for a bold move. "I may have more things to offer that feel good on your tongue", I grin with a smirk.

"Oh, really?" She raises an eyebrow. "Such as?"

"You'll find out...eventually...maybe." I wink at her and raise my bottle. "Cheers."

"Cheers, Sy." She takes a big sip from her Tequila Sunrise and I look her deep in the eyes. "So what are you doing at this bar, all alone, y/n? Or are you waiting for someone?"

"No. I'm not. I'm here on my own. Actually I was so lonely at home, bored and unsatisfied so I decided to get out and about a bit."

"And you're lucky you found me. I'm known for keeping women entertained and satisfied." I may be overacting a little but I hope my little bird plays along. "Women? More than one at the same time?" She smiles at me innocently.

"One after another of course."

"Lucky me, I'm first in line tonight."

"Right." I laugh and she joins in, patting my thigh playfully. "You're a funny guy, Sy. So what do you do besides satisfying women? For a living I mean."

"I'm a trucker."

"Oh, that's great. Do you have your own truck?"

"Yeah. I do."

"Cool. I like big machines. Strong engines, roaring loud but running steady with a lot of power. Hard to handle but a smooth ride…"

"I bet you do." I give her one of these smirks she finds so sexy and she grins before she takes the cherry from her drink to take it in her mouth. The whole cherry, complete with fruit and stem. She chews, swallows and spits out the stone, placing it on her napkin carefully, but where's the stem, I wonder. Fascinated, I watch her tongue move around in her mouth for several seconds and then she opens her pretty lips and sticks out her tongue, presenting to me the cherry stem that now is knotted. She takes it and places it right in front of me. I gulp and look her straight in the eyes. "Did you just knot the stem with your tongue?"

"Yeah. I'm good with my tongue." She holds my gaze and licks her lips and I feel my dick twitch in my jeans. Jesus. My girlfriend is Audrey Horne and I feel like Dale Cooper all of the sudden. Fascinated, aroused and confused by her. "You mean you know more tricks than this one?" She leans in to whisper in my ear. "Many more." When I turn my head her face is just inches away from mine and I stare at her mouth, leaning in. She does the same and as soon as our lips meet we share a hungry, passionate kiss.

It takes us ten minutes to pay, leave and get to my flat that's just around the corner. As soon as the doors of the elevator close behind us y/n literally jumps me. I grab her by her ass and press her body against the wall, kissing her feverishly while she rubs her pussy over my hard-on.

When we reach my floor I carry her to my apartment, we're still making out and so I keep on stumbling, crashing into the walls of the hall several times. I manage to open the door, while y/n is licking my earlobe and kissing and sucking on my neck which makes me moan.

I put her down and drive her towards the wall until her back is pressed against the rough surface. We keep on kissing with animalistic passion and hunger and I grab her wrists and pin her hands above her head, parting her legs with my thigh at the same time. She immediately starts riding it. I use my other hand to caress her tits and our moans get louder.

I let go of her hands and sink down on my knees. I hitch up her skirt and press a hot kiss on her vulva just to pull down her panties then ever so slowly. I grab her leg and place it on my shoulder before I start to eat her pussy. God, I love this...to taste her juices, to smell her arousal, to hear her soft moans and sighs.

"God, Sy…" Her voice is thick with lust and I can tell she's close already. I go on, keep on licking and sucking, I give her pleasure with my mouth, my lips, my tongue and I know she loves the way my beard scratches her sensitive skin. I work my magic on her clit and she cums soon with a long lustful moan, whispering my name while her fingers run over my scalp. I get up and she pulls me close for another kiss, she loves tasting herself on my tongue. She tugs on the hem of my shirt and I strip it off and throw it away. Her hands run over my hairy chest and when she pinches my hard nipples I let out a feral growl. "Babe...I need you. I want you." I pant out of breath.

"Fuck me, Sy."

I open my fly in a hurry and get my dick out. It's so hard it almost hurts and I just want to stuff her sweet little pussy with my fat cock. My jeans drop to the floor and I grab her by her waist to lift her up. She wraps her legs around my hips and I place my hands on her ass, squeezing her cheeks. I move her in the right position to enter her and make her sink onto my dick. I glide inside of her and immediately start to thrust. I fuck her fast, I fuck her hard, I fuck her deep and we both love it. I groan and grunt like an animal. My brain's stopped working, it's just basic instinct and lust now and I get closer to the edge with every raw thrust.

Her little shrieks and the way she moans tell me I hit exactly the right spot and the fact that she's about to cum again makes me even hornier, driving my arousal to new heights. I get higher and higher and when she calls my name from the top of her second climax, scratching my back, her whole body shivering, I explode inside of her. I orgasm with a loud groan and keep on thrusting when I cum, savouring every single second of this hot play's grand finale. I pull my cock out and take a step back, still out of breath. I look at her and she's a mess, her clothes crumpled, my cum running down her thighs. I cup her face and kiss her tenderly. "I've ruined your pretty dress."

"Forget the stupid dress, baby. You've made my day."

She kisses me back and it's the beginning of a long night full of love making - of two people who know each other well and love each other much, having sex that is even better than the spectacular fuck of these two, who pretended to be strangers. And I can tell you, she showed me all of her tricks that night.

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myloversthesunrise · 2 years

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but in your sacred air i am full of light (vi)

Lin had never been sly or cunning or crafty, but she knew how to play her cards right sometimes. Only sometimes.

warnings: none

word count: 8023

notes: I AM SO SORRY FOR THE LATE LATE UPDATE!! i got busy with internship graduation, thesis, and helping my parents during the holiday AND tidying up my room. i hope you're willing to accept the too-long chapter as an apology :') as usual feedback, comments, and anything else are very much welcomed whether it's pointing out a grammar mistake, a mischaracterization, a plothole, anything!! i hope you'll enjoy the chapter!! happy holidays everyone! <3

Lin slept through the first two hours of work in the morning.

Luckily, Edith was kind enough to leave her breakfast in front of her door and told Polly that she was sick. The latter saw the dark shadows underneath her eyes and the groggy expression on her face and only gave her smaller and more menial tasks around the place.

Throughout her day, the woman couldn't stop thinking about the man she saw last night and his pretty violet eyes haunted her mind.

He's probably a lower Lord, she thought when her mind drifted to his expensive jacket and remembered his thick build. Or a commander? A general, perhaps? Whatever he was, he definitely wasn't a foot soldier. Not only his clothes were too fancy, but his walk was also too proud and elegant to be one.

Lin tried to remember some information about the Night Court from the history books but the human realm did not cover much about faerie history and the knowledge was rather outdated since the faeries cut off their contact 20 years ago after the Nephellan Treaty. Other than the fact that it was a strong Court with Illyrian soldiers as their defense and offense, she only knew that it had good relations with the other solar courts like Dawn and Day, and one of the richest courts in Prythia with their main income sourcing from the many mines under their mountain. Lin also remembered that the Summer Court and the Night Court had quite a good relationship due to Summer Court's Royalties’ love for gems and diamonds and how the Night Court happily provided their requests.

She wondered why the High Lord of the Night Court would need dirt and secrets from other Courts, especially when the Night Court wasn't known for its spies or blackmailing as their strength.

"What's gotten inside your head, love?"

Edith dropped down to sit on the counter by Lin's head, startling the younger woman from her thoughts.

"Nothing," she replied and went back to scrubbing the kitchen floor clean.

The feline faerie popped a cherry from the table into her mouth. (Lin hoped that she won't take too much or the cook would start noticing.) "Doesn't look like nothing to me," she frowned as she munched down the red fruit. "You sure you alright?" Edith probed one last time, just to be sure.

Lin threw the brush lightly against the floor and slumped on the counter across Edith. The black-haired woman let out an upset sigh as her friend stared from her place concernedly.

Maybe telling Edith would be alright, she assured herself. Maybe she could even help.

"Promise you won't laugh?" Lin peeked from under her eyelashes, her head bent low from shame and embarrassment. Edith nodded and encouraged her to continue her story.

"The village I came from is a bit... backward," Lin lied. "We rarely do trades and we hardly got any visitors, and we barely know any news of other places."

"And all these times I really thought that for some reason Amarantha had begun to live here but not that she actually," Lin threw out her hands to make a gesture referring to her surroundings, "invaded and conquered the entire continent."

"And I suppose that I felt a bit..." Lin hesitated, "Stupid."

Even if the mortal realm had absolutely no recent news regarding the faeries and their court, why did Lin see the Hybern General in a continent she was not supposed to be in and played along with Amarantha instead of asking the right questions to herself?

After the stranger's revelations last night, she had never felt so stupid and foolish, and by telling this story pitifully to Edith, perhaps the carrot-haired faerie could start feeling bad and start gossiping about the latest incidents in Prythia instead of useless gossips around here.

Lin had never been sly or cunning or crafty, but she knew how to play her cards right sometimes.

Only sometimes.

Edith gave Lin the most unimpressive stare Lin had ever seen on the faerie's face since she came here.

"You didn't notice that the first time you met her?" the cat-eyed faerie deadpanned.

The person across her merely forced out an awkward chuckle and rubbed the back of her neck uncomfortably.

Edith knew that Lin was a bit... slow. Her distrustful behavior and distanced presence gave away that she was not used to this environment, and the feline faerie suspected a strict or a tightly-knit upbringing, from a traditionalist family or a small village perhaps.

Well, she was right.

She really is a country bumpkin, Edith thought pitifully to herself.

Without another word, Edith plopped off the counter she sat on to kneel on the kitchen floor and began scrubbing away. "Well," she urged. "What would you like to know?"

Lin finished the day with a sore back and a hefty knowledge of the Courts of Prythia.

Other than the general knowledge of each Court that has not changed much, the young woman gained some insight on the rulers of each Court.

The High Lord of the Summer Court was the youngest of them all, and the newest one to sit on the throne after the previous High Lord was executed by Amarantha. Tarquin might be young and faithful and a dreamer, but he wasn't naive and he had done a great job of keeping his people alive despite the tyrant ruling over him.

Autumn Court has their High Lord Beron and his seven sons. One was born to be a ruler, and one had denounced his title. Two of them died in combat, and all that's left is the prince, the lost fox, and three redheaded faes.

Edith had told her the story of Lucien. She didn't know much, only that he left the Autumn Court and was offered shelter by the Spring Court and has been living there ever since, but that was enough information for someone who didn't know a thing about it.

The Winter Court was the second youngest of them, known for his kindness and gentleness. There were rumors of a lady regent who ruled over the Winter Court in his absence, but the rumors were quickly shut down and proven false after Amarantha's visit.

Edith was born in the Spring Court but moved to her aunt's place in the Dawn Court when she was old enough. "The pollens," she sniffed as if her nose remembered how the flowery dust tasted like on her nostrils. "I couldn't stop sneezing and had to wear a mask every time I go out."

The High Lord was kind and a good ruler. His tithe was reasonable, and he protected his people more than anything else in the world. A tender-hearted fighter, the rumor said, who fought better with his brawns than his brain. Although he was also rumored to have anger that could rival the ocean in a storm. Despite his ability in battle, he was an adequate High Lord compared to his father.

It was told Tamlin—the High Lord of the Spring Court, and Rhysand—the High Lord of the Night Court, used to be like two peas in a pod, but nobody knew what had happened between them to make them both the nemesis of each other.

Rhysand was told to be cruel and arrogant. Rumored to be the most beautiful High Lord of Prythia, he served as Amarantha's Right Hand and helped the General establish her tyranny over the Seven Courts of Prythia for his own gain. He was a master of manipulation and trickery, always sneaking his way through and making sure he had the winning hand. Paired with his strength and the Night Court's battle prowess, they have been called the most powerful court on more than one occasion.

High Lord Helion of the Day Court was also called Helion Spell-cleaver for his mastery over spells and magic. The Day Court libraries and scholars compare to no other in Prythia, and their faeries fight better with spells and their magical powers rather than their swords and weapons.

If the Day Court were the master of spells, then the Dawn Court was the master of healings. All the best healers came from there, whether it was through medicine, science, or magic. Thesan—their High Lord—was of Xian descent like her but had surprisingly shown his support of the mortal slaves' liberation, unlike the Xian Empire itself.

There were also smaller details that Edith had graciously dropped in but Lin doubted it would be of use during her stay Under the Mountain.

Lin wondered if the stranger (she refused to use the name Ronald, no disrespect to all the Ronalds out there of course) was as cruel as his High Lord. He didn't seem cruel at all. A bit mysterious and devilish, in the way she couldn't tell if he was going to trip her over her feet or help her if she tripped over her feet, but nothing evil or malicious.

But again, Ah Ma had scolded her so many times for being so trusting and unsuspicious towards strangers.

Deep down inside, she was curious what was the High Lord's rumored beauty would look like after seeing the stranger's handsome face and alluring presence, especially considering the fact that he was only someone from the middle to the higher rank in the Night Court.

It had been two days after their impromptu meeting, and Lin was supposed to see him again tonight.

Without any juicy gossip or secret whispers of any High Lords' or any officials' saucy behavior, unfortunately.

She knew she hadn't promised him anything, but she felt bad after he shared the little knowledge of the current situation to her without asking any questions.

Lin consoled herself by saying that she should stop being so sorry and pitiful to other strangers, but it didn't stop her from doing her best to find any dirt during the last minutes before her work ended and gossiped even harder with Edith, which earned her five strikes against each of her arms from Madam Beatrice.

The young woman ended the day with red markings around her arms that she earned from Madam Beatrice’s caning and empty news to bring.

After spending nearly two days talking and socializing and yapping with Edith, Lin had run out of her social energy and did not feel like talking at all. But she knew her chances to meet the stranger won’t be often, and after the short yet very thorough information and story he had given her, Lin didn’t want to miss another chance of gaining knowledge that could possibly help her in this situation.

So that evening, Lin took a hot bath after work and changed her clothes into a new one before lying down on her bed and waiting until the small clock on her desk (given by Polly after she slept through breakfast two days ago) struck midnight.

She could hear the gentle breeze of the wind from the peephole on top of her closet, slowly lulling her to sleep as her eyelids grew heavier and her consciousness began to drop.

But her nose smelled something.

She sniffed once. Twice.

Her eyes darted open and she strained her ears.

True to her nose, her ears heard a small rhythmic tapping sound that slowly began to grow louder and louder accompanied by the scent of fresh air and petrichor that grew stronger.

It was raining.

Lin jumped off her feet and climbed up her bed frame to peek from the hole on top of her closet to make sure she was right.

“It’s raining!”, she squealed, grinning from ear to ear. The young woman hopped off her bed frame to jump on the bed happily before plopping down and trying to move her closet away so she could watch the rain easier.

Kneeling by her bedframe, Lin held her hands against the closet and pushed as hard as she could. The closet moved with ease, and after the closet was no longer sitting under the peephole, she grabbed a chair and placed it underneath the peephole. Lin climbed up, and her eyes were met with the dark view of the forest.

Her grin quickly turned into a frown.

Without the moonlight, the forest was dark as a cave, and instead of the view of rain falling down upon the forest, all she got was darkness and the occasional clear reflection of water from the candlelight inside her room.

Well at least I could still smell the rain outside, she consoled herself. However, her mind echoed with the last word of her consolation.

Outside...

Outside.......

Outside............

Lin’s eyes widened and her eyes snapped back to the small clock behind her and pointed it to a quarter before midnight. Her shoulders sagged and she let out a sigh, seeing that she still have time before leaving for the tunnel.

Without waiting any further, Lin hopped off the chair and began to pack her bag with her usual stock of candles and a matchbox. She grabbed her old cloak hanging by the door before leaving and locking the door behind her.

The young woman was about to walk off into the tunnel before something caught the corner of her eye.

Lin took a step back and leaned her head to the front to see the floor below her and the hallway of doors across her. She turned her head towards the stairs and found the sight she was looking for.

It was a man.

Or a fae? Definitely a fae.

He wore a cloak with the hood up and Lin could see a dark shade of orange on the top underneath it, completed with dark brown pants and matching boots. His footsteps brought him to a door where he halted into a stop and gently knocked a rhythm onto it. Not a moment later, the door opened to reveal one of the servant faeries Lin had seen around (but had never bothered to memorize their name). They had two antennas sticking out of their head and fur coating their neck.

The faerie took off his hood to reveal a long straight red hair underneath it, and something in his fingers reflected against the torchlight as he removed the hood.

A ring.

Unfortunately, Lin couldn’t see any more detail about him. She could, however, see a glimpse of folded wings behind the room owner’s back as she stepped out to hungrily kiss him on his lips before grabbing him by the collar and pulling him inside with a giggle.

Well someone’s getting it on, she dryly thought.

After making sure that no more fae would walk in from the stairs nor walk out of the room doors, Lin turned away and began walking towards the tunnel with a spring in her steps, as if the rain had rained down upon her and gave her fresh energy for her to start her evening.

A cold, strong wind blew through the tunnel, bringing the scent of petrichor and the distant sound of thunder. The young woman could only flinch when the wind messed up her hair behind her headscarf and whisked off the fire from her candles.

Pouting and staring at her empty candle, an idea popped inside her head. She began to turn back and went downstairs into the kitchen.

Rhysand was used to the cold. Having to fly around all the time and enjoying the activity, the High Lord was practically immune to the crisp cold air.

But one thing he was not used to, was the rain.

Ever since he learned how to fly, he had always hated the rain.

Raining meant muddy grounds in the camp. Raining meant no flying over Velaris with his mother. Raining meant not helping her little sister and teaching her how to fly so that one day she would join him and their mother.

Not to mention the sore back from working his wings twice as hard.

To explain it plainly, flying during the rain would be like walking waist-deep in water. It would require him twice the movement and strength with only half the speed to do something that he could do so easily. Not to mention the cold air and the rhythmic soothing sound of water falling down onto the earth that had never failed to make him sleepy.

Safe to say, raining had always forbidden Rhysand from doing what he loved to do the most and that was more than enough reason for him to hate it.

The High Lord threw his head back and sighed, a pile of semi-wet wood by his feet ready to be lit and his hands covered in blisters and splinters after trying to get a fire starting.

One of the most powerful faerie in Prythia with shadows and Illyrians under his command and no mind he cannot penetrate left to sit in the cold because he couldn’t light up a fire.

It was pathetic.

He came earlier in hope that the country bumpkin would come earlier too, but now he was left alone to curse the choice that left him staring emptily at the rain.

A few minutes later, Rhysand heard her before he could feel her coming.

A muffled sound of cling-clang resonated through the empty tunnel—as if two metals were thrown at each other. Accompanied by the sound of her footsteps, but this time it came at a faster interval and followed by the sound of heavy breathing.

Rhysand turned his head to watch the female, and there she was—jogging towards him with the most exhilarated expression he had ever seen on her face.

The female stopped in front of him, panting for her breath and propped herself on her knees with her body leaning forward while her other hand was still holding tight to her unlit candelabra and the other holding a kettle.

A kettle?

“Did you wait long?” she heaved without looking up to stare at him.

“Not at all,” he answered. He knew he didn’t wait long, but with the rain outside it felt like hours. Why would she bring a kettle?

Finally, she stood up straight before placing the kettle next to his pile of woods before plopping down across him and leaning her back against the wall as she straightened her legs. His eyes darted to the scarf that had leaned back from her head, showing off her thick black hair underneath it.

Lin noticed his stare and cleared her throat in discomfort. Her hands quickly fixed her scarf to its proper place.

“Did you bring a match with you?” Rhysand asked.

The female nodded in reply and grabbed the matchbox from inside her bag before handing it to him.

But she didn’t stop there.

Rhysand watched as she began to pull out two mugs, two tin containers, and two teaspoons. He continued to silently gape at her as she placed the kettle on top of the woods and began to prepare for tea.

“I didn’t realize we’re having a picnic,” he dryly remarked.

“You can always leave it out if you don’t feel like it,” she sassed back at him while putting three spoonfuls of sugar into what he assumed was her mug because there is absolutely no way he was going to drink a tea with three spoonfuls of sugar.

The fae could only shake his head in astonishment before lighting up the firewood in front of him. From the corner of her eyes, Lin watched as he stared at the fire in full concentration, as if remembering something.

“How did you know that I have firewood ready?” he turned his head to stare at her face.

“I didn’t.”

“Then how did you plan on heating the tea?” His voice got even more confused.

Lin finished her tea preparation (three spoonfuls of sugar for her and none for him and black tea leaves filled into two tea bags before being placed on each mug, ready to be served) and grabbed the candelabra by the firewood and shook it in front of his face.

The confusion in his eyes slowly turned into something between wonder, astonishment, and dumbfounded look.

Rhysand couldn’t tell if she was a very determined faerie or a very single-minded faerie.

And just how the fuck did she manage not to spill any water while jogging her way here?

She placed the two mug close by the fireside and shoved her tin can, sugar can, and candelabra back inside her bag before leaning back against the wall and sagging her shoulders.

Lit by the fire, he could see her face a little bit clearer.

She had round cheeks, and starry dark eyes, somewhere between brown and black. Her eyebrows were as thick as her hair, and her lips were small, yet pouty and full. He noticed a small beauty mark above her lips, near the right corner of it. Her forehead, hairline, and ears were covered by her scarf.

“Why do you always wear a scarf?” The question left his mouth before he could stop it.

The female flinched at his question and tugged her scarf to completely cover her ears, her eyes and face cast downwards in embarrassment.

“I—uh,” she mumbled. “I have donkey ears.”

“I’ve seen people with donkey legs,” he retorted. “It’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”

She shrugged her shoulders hopelessly and fiddled with her fingers in discomfort. “They used to pull my ears all the time,” her face were no longer facing downwards, but she still hesitated to stare at him in the eyes. “So I started to cover them up.”

Rhysand left it at that. Her heartbeat was beating loud enough for him to be gently heard without making any effort to strain his ears. Whether the female was lying through her teeth or still too terrified to speak of the incident, he did not know. (But he made a note inside his head as one of the many things he needed to find out about her.)

A moment of silence passed between them before he asked the question.

“Well?” the faerie asked Lin as he stared into her eyes.

Lin shrugged in confusion. “Well, what?”

He kept staring at her for a little longer until it finally clicked inside her head.

“OH!” she gasped as she sat up straight, eyes were blown wide and her index finger pointed at him—as if remembering something. But to his dismay, she leaned back and sagged her shoulders.

“I found nothing.”

Oh for fuck’s sake, Rhysand mentally groaned.

Apparently, his thought was quite evident on his face because the female began to justify herself and her reasonings.

“I just got here!” she protested. “I didn’t even know how any of the High Lords and their people look like. I don’t even get to meet them!”

“All I do is clean the rooms and work in the kitchen,” she huffed and crossed her arms.

The kettle began to whistle, but she ignored it.

“Can’t you ask your friends about anything?” he insisted, his face scrunched up in annoyance.

The female scoffed. “If I started asking about High Lords out of nowhere, don’t you think I would look even more suspicious?” she rolled her eyes at his reply.

Well, she’s not wrong, Rhysand muttered to himself.

But he was desperate.

Amarantha was restless and overly suspicious of any single thing that has caught her attention. She demanded for him to find a spy, from Hybern. How the fuck she knew about this spy, he had no idea. But she was so sure of it and Rhysand knew that she wouldn’t stop before she could find the alleged ‘spy’ and the reasoning behind it. And the sooner she relaxed, the sooner he could make his move to end her, once and for all.

Lin almost felt bad for him.

His violet eyes glared hard at the fire in front of him that she immediately lifted her kettle, fearing the metal would melt under his burning gaze. Gently, she poured the boiling water into her mug before pouring some into his.

Outside, the rain kept on without going harder or slower. She was almost grateful for the rain, for she did not have to constantly watch her back outside and had the rain to cover their position, even muted down their conversation.

After gently mixing their tea, Lin placed the teaspoon in her mug and gave the moody faerie his mug.

“Here,” she offered as she held out the steaming mug. “It’s perfect for the rain.”

The faerie turned his violet eyes to glare at the mug, before staring at Lin suspiciously.

“How do I know you haven’t poisoned it?”

Lin sneered at his suspicion and pulled back her arm to blow on the mug. After a few minutes, she took two sips from his mug before holding it out to him.

“There,” she quipped. “Happy?”

He reluctantly took her offer but placed it in his lap. His eyes didn’t leave hers, waiting for anything to happen to herself. A poisonous reaction, perhaps.

But nothing happened other than Lin bringing her mug to her lips and tasting the sweet tea, feeling her body warmed up from her hot drink, and dramatically sighing at the feeling.

After a few moments, the stranger began to lift up his mug and sniffed around. He eventually took a sip, after finding nothing that smells toxic or poisonous.

Lin watched as his shoulder relaxed and he leaned back against the tunnel wall. Not as relaxed as hers, but less tense than he was before.

“What’s in it for me?” she asked out of nowhere.

His eyes met hers and he gave her his full attention.

“I never promised to find you any dirts on the High Lord,” Lin reminded. “So if I do ever find something,” she emphasized the last word as she began to lean forward, showing that she was serious about this.

“What’s in it for me?” the female finished with a final tone.

Rhysand was very tempted to sneak a peek into her mind. Just to see if somehow a light had shone inside the never-ending darkness and let him know what she wanted, but seeing her dark eyes trained upon him like a predator on its prey, he decided it wasn’t worth the risk.

It was a very strange feeling, he decided. The High Lord of the Night Court, the ruler of the most powerful army, felt like a powerless man under her gaze.

No, not a powerless man.

But her equal.

Two sides of the same scale, staring at each other on the same level despite the power that he possessed and the very same thing that she did not have.

He had never felt like this with other deals he had struck or bargains he had made. Rhysand had always made sure he could walk out unscathed or with another trick up his sleeve if the deal or the bargain ever failed to be done. He had always made sure that he would have the upper hand before making a bargain. Hell, he had even stooped as low as blackmailing just to make sure he would be on the winning side.

But he had nothing on her.

No name, no background, no history, not a single thing he could read inside her head.

Rhysand began to think about this even more carefully.

He could always walkout. Forget about their deal and find other ways to catch the spy. Prolong Amarantha’s restlessness and watch as she started to throw a fit and began a killing spree.

No, gods no.

He had tried other ways and came up with nothing.

Being Amarantha’s pet, Rhysand was quite literally every court’s public enemy. Friendless with no ally to help him, he tried to find anything between the soldiers, even bought some of them to report back to him.

Still, he found nothing.

The last thing he would do was to bring Azriel. A spy for a spy. But that would mean risking Velaris’ existence to be discovered, and he would rather die a thousand times before letting Amarantha claw her way into his city.

But he hadn’t found anything within the servants. They were his last chance of finding any clue of this supposed spy that Amarantha had found, and he did not want to risk it.

“What do you want?” he asked after a few moments of being left alone with his head.

The female sat up even straighter—if that was even possible—and crossed her leg. Her eyes gleamed with excitement she could barely contain, and Rhysand could see the upper corner of her lips begin to lift up despite her effort of holding it back.

“I want my freedom,” she whispered and stared into his eyes with such determination that he would’ve mistaken her words as a declaration of war.

Outside the tunnel, the rain grew harder and thunder flashed, shining a light upon her eyes that glinted with a fierceness he did not expect before the light passed and the sound of thunder resonated through them.

The faerie leaned forward—mimicking her posture—and propped both of his hands underneath his chin. His eyes furrowed in concentration and waited for her to elaborate.

Lin resisted the urge to lean back at the hard look in his eyes. “I...” she trailed. “I didn’t come here of my own will.”

“I was bound by a contract, a contract I can’t escape.” She took a sip from her mug to calm her nerves. “So I thought that perhaps that I could escape from this place instead of the contract,”

There was absolutely no way a faerie would forget about an escaping rule while making a contract, he mentally snorted.

But he wasn’t here to ask her about any contracts. Rhysand only had to do his part of the work and let the contract do the rest.

The less he knew, the better.

“So you want me to help you escape all the way to Montesere?” Rhysand sighed and took a sip from his steaming mug. The bitter taste of black tea filled his mouth with warmth and he could feel his body beginning to relax unconsciously.

“Not all the way to Montesere,” the female corrected. “Just send me off to the nearest port town in the Mortal Lands and I’ll get a ship to sail all the way there.”

Well that’s convenient.

She just made his job even easier.

“How do you plan on leaving here?” He interrogated her, his tense posture came back and he straightened up in his seat.

She took a sip of her tea before answering. “I’ll leave that to you,” she replied. “The method doesn’t matter as long as we’re leaving here to the town I shall ask you to.”

“How do I know you’ll keep your end of the bargain?” The faerie challenged as he tensed up and leaned his body to the front, his forearms propped on his knees and violet eyes glinting dangerously in the firelight.

Lin resisted the urge to flinch back and gulp in fear. She tilted her neck to the left and to the right, cracking it loudly, and glared into the firelight with her eyebrows furrowed. Her elbows were propped up on her knees and her hands were propping up her chin, hiding her pursed lips.

Rhysand could see the gears and cogs inside her head turning and working hard to find something.

Her eyes scanned through the fire thoroughly, as if hoping to find an answer before widening in realization and turning her gaze onto him.

“Wait,” she requested, her face was scrunched up in confusion. “Did you say bargain?”

The faerie rolled his violet eyes.

“Yes,” he emphasized. “A bargain. One of us break the deal, they die.” His tone was sarcastic and quippy. “Or was that something your tiny little village had never taught you about?”

Lin ignored his sarcasm. “Is there any way we can do this without a bargain?”

His stare hardened into a glare. “I am not risking my neck for someone who wouldn’t risk hers,” he scowled, his tone was firm and final.

“Well it’s just that...” the female fiddled with her fingers nervously. “I don’t know you enough to make a bargain with you,” she pouted as she tried to reason with him.

“Shall I introduce myself with my name, date of birth, hobbies, and occupation?” Rhysand sneered in annoyance.

“Let’s just make a promise,” the female offered with a wide grin on her face as she stuck her pinky finger out.

His violet eyes took one demeaning look at her extended finger before glaring back into her eyes. Much to his surprise, her dark eyes hardened and glared back at him in defiance.

“I am not going to make a bargain with a complete stranger!” she argued as she leaned back and pulled her hand back in annoyance.

Lin crossed her arms and huffed. He has got to be insane if he thinks I’m going to make a death pact with a person I barely knew. A faerie too, at that!

Rhysand followed her action and leaned back, silently groaning at the situation.

She wouldn’t risk it for him and he wouldn’t take any risks either, yet the two of them knew it would take more effort and time to find someone else in each other’s place, which was something they don’t have.

A moment of silence passed between them as the two individuals were lost deep in their thoughts, only accompanied by the sound of rain and the crackling fire.

Lin was the first one to break the loud silence between them.

“How about this,” she proposed. The younger woman shuffled her ass back to the front and propped her elbows on her knees as her body leaned forward. Her eyes stared deep into his, showing her sincerity.

“We’ll try with a swear first, without a bargain.”

Rhysand opened his mouth to argue but the female cut him off.

“I’ll find you some information on the High Lords and any of the Higher Ups,” she offered. “And since I don’t know if you would help me by the end of it or not, you can pay me back by letting me know about everything that has been happening in Prythia.”

Information for information? Rhysand leaned forward in anticipation. Now, this was something that piqued his interest.

“If the situation calls for it, then we make a bargain for we cut off our deal.”

Lin didn’t know if she was being very smart or very stupid.

She was totally and completely shit at politics and manipulating people and tricking her way out of everything. Hell, she was even risking it all by letting him know that she didn’t know anything about Prythia and the faeries’ current situation.

Inside her head, her compromise had sounded good enough. But now that she had said it out loud, suddenly her mind ran through every single scenario where it might have possibly gone wrong. The faerie seemed to be in a deep concentration, thinking through about her offer and Lin only hoped that he wouldn’t notice her lack of knowledge towards the current political climate of Prythia.

“What kind of situation would call for it to be made?” he asked after thinking it through for a few minutes, his eyes turned to face her own.

Lin shrugged before replying. “Perhaps you found something suspicious about me, or I find something suspicious about you, and we can’t prove it to each other.”

“Or maybe if someone finds out about it.” She whispered this part quietly, fearing that it might happen if she spoke it out loud.

Rhysand scrutinized the female in front of him. From her chubby cheeks to her lack of muscles in her arm and how she fiddled with her hands nervously. He dissected her inch by inch, trying to find any cracks in her opened mask and see if there was a threat or a soldier inside.

After a few minutes of glaring at her, the faerie held out his hand to Lin.

“I swear that I will help you to escape to the town of your choice in return for information regarding the High Lords’ activities,” he swore.

Lin stared into his eyes, trying to see any dishonesty that she could possibly find. His violet ones stared into her brown ones with earnestness and determination, and she knew he wasn’t lying from his eyes nor from the firm offer of his hand.

She nodded, before holding out her pinky finger in reply and began to swear.

“I swear that I will help you gather information regarding the High Lords’ activities in return for a safe escape to the town of my choice.”

Her eyes narrowed as she emphasized the word ‘safe’ in her sentence, and Rhysand reluctantly repeated his oath with the additional word.

When he finished, she did not change her gesture and shake his hand.

“I don’t want to accidentally make a bargain with you,” she mumbled.

Rhysand rolled his eyes and reluctantly sighed before holding out his pinky finger in return. The female quickly linked their pinky together before touching her thumb against his, sealing the deal.

Once again, thunder flashed and reflected their shadow inside the tunnel, and for a second Lin could have sworn she saw a shadow of wings on his own. The rain poured on harder and began to inch closer into their place, slowly snuffing out their fire and wetting their clothes.

Wordlessly, Lin tidied up their mugs after throwing out the lukewarm tea outside and began to light up her candelabra. The faerie followed suit as he threw out their burnt firewood and splashed some water on whatever ash and ember remained on the ground, trying to remove their traces.

“Come on,” she gestured into the tunnel with her candelabra. “I’ll show you the way back.”

Rhysand opened his lips to protest but he realized he didn’t have much of a choice in this situation, so he shut it back and followed her suit.

They walked side by side quietly, his body was one step behind hers seeing that he was too big to walk next to her inside the cramped tunnel. But he was rather glad, seeing that she trusted him enough to show him her back, unlike the first time they had met.

Not that it would prevent anything.

As they walked deeper into the tunnel, the rhythmic sound of rain began to fade away and slowly replaced by the dead silence.

Rhysand could feel his palm begin to sweat in the enclosed space and his heart beat a little faster. His eyes darted around and tried not to think of the darkness slowly creeping in around them and the deafening silence.

Perhaps he should’ve risked his anonymity and winnow out of the tunnel.

Rhysand could only hear the soft tap tap tap pattern of their footsteps that slowly but surely grew faster inside his head, spinning around like a whirlwind and making him break out in cold sweat and dizziness and—

The female cleared her throat, breaking the sickening pattern.

“So,” she started. Her voice was strangely a little too loud, considering they were rather close to each other and the only one in the tunnel.

“What is your High Lord like?” the female asked without turning her head, her eyes were still strained forward and gave him some privacy from his little episode.

“He is handsome,” Rhysand straightened his back and tried to speak with the confidence and arrogance he knew he had, hoping that his voice wouldn’t come out as shaky and terrified. “One of the most beautiful faeries in Prythia, I believe.”

She scoffed.

“Sounds like you’re in love with him.”

It’s impressive how he could feel her eyes rolling without seeing her face.

“I only speak of the facts,” he stated firmly as he tilted up his chin in confidence. The shadow slowly backing away under her candelabra that she held higher, he noticed. And the annoying rhythmic sound of their footsteps no longer spun around his head like a typhoon.

“Is he as cruel as they all say?”

Rhysand faltered in his steps.

For the first time, he hesitated to tell her the lie. That he was cruel and unforgiving and evil and full of malicious intent. The mask he had worn in front of everyone else who did not have the privilege of his trust.

Ever since they had met, the female had seen a side of him that he rarely let anyone see. He did not have to put on that mask in front of her, and he rather enjoyed the anonymity of not having to be cruel and evil High Lord to her. That was why he would not risk his it by winnowing away and creating another barrage of questions from her that could possibly reveal his identity.

Besides, it has been a while since he made a new connection that did not see him as Rhysand, the High Lord of the Night Court, and he rather welcomed the feeling of making a new acquaintance.

And now he wondered whether he should tell her a lie or the truth about himself, despite having shown her his true self ever since the beginning.

“Only to his enemies.”

Lin pretended to not notice his hesitation and nodded along to his answer.

“You know,” she started after a few beats of silence. “I still don’t know your name.” She turned her head back to glance at him, making sure that he was paying attention to her words.

“What happened to calling me Ronald?” he teased. Even without facing him, she could hear his smirk from his voice.

The younger woman glanced her head back to reply. “It doesn’t suit you,” she pouted before turning back to face the long way in front of her.

“Would you like to know?”

Well, yes. It was rather tiring to refer to him as the ‘stranger’ or the ‘faerie’ all the time. But it would require him to know her name in return, and seeing his expensive clothing must have come from a higher status, Lin didn’t like the idea of her identity being known by the Higher Ups.

But seeing that Lin would have to spy on them, perhaps this would be a good start.

She turned her head back but this time she gave him a full look of sincerity in her eyes instead of a mere glance, showing her earnestness.

“Lin,” she offered him her name the same way he had offered her his oath.

The stranger behind her kept quiet for a few moments. The only sound that reverberated through the dark and quiet tunnel was the sound of their footsteps.

“Rhys.”

Rhys, she mused inside her head. Much prettier than Ronald.

Wait...

The female halted in front of him, causing his chest to crash into her back.

She snapped her neck and turned around. The candelabra in her arm was nearly touching his chest as she yelled with her eyes blown wide in shock.

“You were named after your High Lord!?”

Dear gods, she was hopeless.

“Yeah,” Rhysand pretended to look embarrassed by it and rubbed the back of his neck. His eyes darted away in shame and he lowered the volume of his voice. “Yeah, I was.”

Lin rolled her eyes and turned her back around. “Your father did a terrible job.”

Rhysand scoffed in reply. “How did you know it was my father?” he gibed.

“I don’t know,” she shrugged. “Seems like a father thing to do to pick a ridiculous name for his son.”

“Did your father pick a ridiculous name for you too?” Rhys goaded her.

“He never knew I existed.”

Rhysand immediately backed down and slowed his steps to give their body some distance. “I’m sorry,” he offered.

Lin shrugged again. “It’s alright. Can’t mourn over them if you never know them,” she turned her head back and offered Rhys a wry smile to assure him.

After the uncomfortable revelations, they kept quiet for the rest of the way. Lin strained her ears to make sure the faerie was breathing normally behind her instead of the anxiety-induced rapid breathing he had earlier. Rhysand, on the other hand, noted her story into one of the many things he intended to investigate about her and the honesty of her story.

“We’re here,” she announced after a few minutes of walking in silence.

True to her words, soon enough they arrived at what Rhysand assumed as the servant’s quarters. Separated by a balcony half-filled with laundry in the middle, doors stood across each other where it leads to the servants’ room.

Rhysand took a short glance down the balcony and took note of the three floors below him. He heard the click-clack sound of an unlocking room and turned his head to see Lin opening her door and walking in.

Without a goodbye? he frowned. Rude.

Not a minute later, she walked back out with their two mugs and teaspoons, a kettle, and two cans of black tea and sugar.

“Come on,” she invited him with a nod of her head towards the stairs by the end of the hall. “I’ll show you the way out of here.”

Wordlessly, both of them descended down the steps and headed to the kitchen where Rhys watched as Lin quickly washed away their used utensils and tidied them up.

“If you ever need anything, you know where my room is.” She explained as she wiped her wet hands on her dress.

I always lock my room anyway, she thought. What’s the harm in letting him know?

“But if you do ever plan on coming back here,” Lin said as she walked to leave the kitchen, leaving him behind her as he followed suit like a lost puppy. “Try to wear something less...” She turned her head and glanced down at his clothes in the most judgmental look.

“Expensive.”

Rhysand frowned at her back.

She noticed his expensive clothes but hadn’t pulled the strings between his name and status?

He truly couldn’t tell if she was very smart or very dumb.

Lin headed out to the kitchen before pointing down the hallway that lead them away from the servants’ quarters.

“Go down there and take the first right. You should be able to find yourself from there.”

Rhysand noticed how she didn’t mention the soldiers’ quarters, which was the place he was ‘supposedly’ heading. Frowning, he followed her instructions and turned right to see the more familiar underground main hallways in Under the Mountain, the one usually used by the Higher Ups from the Courts and the servants busied around.

He turned his head and watched as Lin raised her hand in a quiet goodbye. Rhysand nodded at her gesture and raised it back at her before heading down the hallway.

A voice inside him wondered about her truthfulness and her honesty to their little ‘pact’. But he remembered her soft build and her vulnerable spots and the lack of any training in her movement, and soon enough he was assured that if the female ever become a problem, she was only one wry neck away from being solved.

#but in your sacred air i am full of light #sol writes #acotar fic #rhysand x reader #rhysand x oc #acotar #a court of thorns and roses #under the mountain #rhysand #sol writes acotar

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ONEWE - Kanghyun

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you panted as you reached in front of your now new home with your heavy luggage.

due to your current project, it was easier for you to move somewhere closer to your work place. you found a perfect place.

a boarding house. the rent was just nice and the reviews were quite good too.

"ah y/n ! welcome! i am Yonghoon, the one you contacted through Instagram.". a tall guy greeted you with a wide smile.

you greeted him back and walked towards him with your belongings.

Yonghoon helped you out with your things and invited you in.

"you can take your shoes off here and wear any of the slippers. anything that you're comfortable with.".

you thanked him and followed Yonghoon in.

the boarding house had two levels. 2 rooms in level one together with the kitchen and living room. it was quite spacious. level 2 had 4 rooms.

you were relieved because Yonghoon gave you the room with its own bathroom. he said they usually prioritised ladies for those rooms.

as Yonghoon explained, there were currently 5 people living there, including you. 3 guys and 2 ladies.

"I'm the oldest, Aya is a year younger than me but i'm sure you could get along well with her. Harin is the same age as you, and also-- ahh!! speaking of the devil! Hyungu, come here and greet our new housemate!". Yonghoon cut his own introduction as the named boy entered the house.

Hyungu blinked in confusion as he walked towards the older guy and you.

the moment he saw you, Hyungu looked at you from head to toe and frowned. he only bowed a little and excused himself back into his room upstairs.

you gulped and looked down. *i have an enemy here already?*. you thought.

you quickly looked up when you heard Yonghoon chuckle.

"don't worry, Hyungu is just really shy and awkward. he doesn't really know how to act around people he is not close to,". Yonghoon explained.

you only nodded and persuaded yourself to feel comforted.

it's been almost 2 weeks since you've stayed in the warm boarding house. just like Yonghoon said, you get along well with Aya.

she was so happy when she heard they were going to get another lady housemate. Aya treated you like her own younger sister.

it's only been a while but Aya had been pampering you with food and invited you to go shopping with her where she would actually pay for your things too. Aya was that happy to have you.

you also became closer with Harin because of your same age. Harin was very friendly and welcoming. if you'd known each other sooner, the both of you probably would have been bestfriends.

Yonghoon was like the dad of the family, he made you feel secure in the cozy house.

that leaves you one more person. i mean housemate. Kang Hyungu.

you've tried talking to him during breakfast and dinner but he would always respond with body language or give you short answers.

Hyungu would always look down everytime he encountered you.

you didn't know what you did wrong but you really wanted to be friends with him. so you tried hard .

"Hyungu... would you like some coffee?".

**shakes his head**

"Hyungu, do you know where the vacuum is?".

**points to the store room**

"Hyungu.... do you like flowers?".

**nods**

"oohh, which flowers?".

"cherry blossoms."

you were so happy when you heard his voice. although it was short, he still talked.

you thought you've finally made progress.....

"Hyungu, do you want to go grocery shopping with me and Harin?". you asked softly as you approached Hyungu who was playing with his phone at the dining table.

Hyungu shook his head and quickly stood up to go back to his room.

you pouted and wanted to go tell Harin but you stopped on your tracks when you heard Harin's laugh.

his voice came closer to the kitchen and soon you saw Harin walking towards you with an arm wrapped around Hyungu's shoulder.

"he is coming with us whether he wants to or not! you eat here too so you have to help out in some ways, Hyungu..". Harin nagged in a friendly tone.

Hyungu only held his head down and nodded weakly.

you smiled and clapped your hands like a little kid. it was the first time for the three of you to hang out together. it was always you and Harin or Harin and Hyungu.

you really hoped you could get closer to Hyungu during this short trip.

to your dismay, Hyungu walked beside you quietly while Harin, as usual, talked to you about everything he could think of on the way to the market.

you had fun because of Harin but you still tried to think of ways to talk to Hyungu too.

"ah Hyungu, remember when we bought your first guitar together?". Harin suddenly asked Hyungu as he was talking to you about being a music teacher at an academy.

you thanked Harin mentally for asking Hyungu something. you faced Hyungu, anticipating his answer.

"yeah, it was chaotic. you tried to argue that the more expensive guitar was better than the guitar i bought. you really wanted me to go broke that day...".

you chuckled and shook your head. the two boys' friendship was really funny. you would listen to Harin blabber about memories of him and Hyungu.

you can't help but blush when you heard Hyungu talk for more than 2 seconds.

his voice was so soothing. it was one of the most beautiful sounds to listen to. greedy for more, you tried asking some questions too.

"woahh, how many guitars do you have now?".

Hyungu continued looking front and held up 3 fingers.

you 'ooh'ed and refrained yourself from being sad at the way he responded.

the walk back home was the same. Harin would do the talking while Hyungu was quiet and would talk only when Harin asked something.

your heart felt really heavy when you reached home. you wanted get closer to Hyungu but it felt like the both of you became more distant.

it was bothering you even after dinner. so you decided to rant out your feelings to Harin.

you sat on the floor with Harin in his room, which was next to yours.

"i don't know Harin. i just want to be friends. i don't know what i did wrong but he had been giving me the cold shoulder since the first time we met. *gasps*. do i look like his ex girlfriend or something? help me Harinnnn,". you complained.

Harin only chuckled and ruffled your hair while you pouted.

"Hyungu is just.... shy, okay? he sucks at making friends. he is stuck with me because he obviously can't live without me. i mean, have you seen him try ordering food for himself?? that kid is a mess.".

you only glared at Harin for not making you feel any better. Harin grinned and held his arms up.

"alright alright, but for real. Hyungu is a shy and awkward dude. he doesn't have any ex girlfriends so that's not it. hmmmm ah! maybe he is just shy to look at you? i mean, you're pretty cute.".

you rolled your eyes and pulled your legs up as you buried your face in between your knees. at other times you would blush but it wasn't a good time for you to be flattered.

you immediately looked up when Harin started laughing like a maniac.

"now i know the real reason!!". he exclaimed.

you blinked and tried to process Harin's words.

Harin just realised that all these while, you were wearing the purple slippers. Hyungu's purple slippers. Hyungu's favourite purple slippers.

probably that was why the first thing Hyungu did when he met you was scanning you from head to toe.

Hyungu would always look down when he sees you was probably him staring longingly at his precious slippers.

Hyungu was probably too embarrassed to tell you about the slippers because you seemed comfortable wearing them and he didn't want to be inconsiderate to you.

but all that still didn't explain why Hyungu wouldn't talk to you. so you had a plan. to try and find out his reasons. you've had enough and it was reaching your limit. you hated having enemies.

Hyungu opened his door slowly when he heard a knock.

he blinked in confusion when there was no one outside. but something on the floor caught his eyes.

his favourite purple slippers.

Hyungu squatted and picked up the note that was left on his slippers.

< meet me at the rooftop >

"beautiful isn't it? the stars..". you softly said as you admired the twinkling sky.

Hyungu walked calmly towards you and tucked his hands into his pockets.

"hmm". he hummed, enjoying the cool breeze.

"say Hyungu, why do you hate me?". you asked as you turned to face him.

you swore you saw panic in his eyes.

Hyungu for the first time, turned to look at you.

your face heated up at the sudden eye contact. Hyungu's ears turned red too.

"i--i d-don't....". he quietly replied.

you frowned and stepped closer towards Hyungu.

"i'm sorry i took your favourite slippers. but i'm sure you wouldn't ignore me or give me the cold shoulder just because of that, right? or are you.. really that uhm.... petty?".

Hyungu gulped and quickly shook his head no.

he rubbed his nape before taking in a big breath.

"i--i'm sorry for making you feel like that . yeah i'm kind of embarrassed to speak up about the slippers but i really don't mind as long as you are comfortable. i'm sorry if you felt as if i ignored you. i'm just really awkward and suck at conversations so i'd rather reply directly before i make things worse. i know this sounds like an excuse but i'm really just a mess, okay?". you blinked at his long explanation and was about to reply but his next words stopped you.

"be--besides, i'm really shy to look at you directly because you are really, very beautiful.". Hyungu shyly confessed.

you forcefully gulped your almost non-existent saliva and got yourself back together.

"so... you don't hate me?". you asked carefully.

Hyungu pouted and shook his head.

you smiled widely before laughing your heart out happily. Hyungu flashed a smile too as he saw your happy face.

"it's okay Hyungu if you're awkward. we can always try and get to know each other better in different ways. but don't ignore me, okay? i really want to be close friends with you.". you said and patted Hyungu's head.

Hyungu nodded like a little kid and held his pinky out.

"i promise.". he cutely said.

you scrunched up your nose at his actions and ruffled his hair.

you went to the rooftop door and turned back around before exiting.

"so the purple slippers? i'll give it back to you!". you teased and winked before leaving Hyungu alone on the flowery rooftop.

Hyungu watched your back go and chuckled to himself.

*to another journey of making a friend.* he thought to himself as he looked up to the beautiful sky.

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You Are My Home - Jaehyun - Chapter 2

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

A/N Okay guys I'm so sorry that this chapter took so long! Me and Cherry discussed what was going to happen this morning and we also got quite a lot of other things on lock down! I hope you enjoy this chapter and so it begins~

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It had been a week since being at N City, every day that passed you only grew more and more grouchy. You knew you were waiting for that human to heal before any actions could take place but she was sure talking her sweet time. You did feel bad though, you couldn't believe yourself. Ever since, that day, you swore to never change ever again. You couldn't hurt anyone else but look at this, you had nearly destroyed a whole supernatural 'family' who now were going out of their way to save you. What had you done for them? Nothing but being rude and disrespectful, even towards your own mate. But you had to admit, annoying Yuta was something you enjoyed doing. It was funny to see him getting so riled up about it, then seeing Doyoung putting him in a bubble when really it should be you being punished. Comedy gold.

You shuffled uncomfortably, your ankles were beginning to hurt due to the fabric around then that kept you in place. You so wanted to rip them off but you couldn't reach, that itself nearly made you change again but you somehow found the will not to. There was a slight knock at the door, you grunted in response and it slowly opened to reveal Taeyong.

"We are holding the meeting today, Ireum has fully healed and is able to take part. That is if you're feeling okay? If not we can post pone-"

"Just get me out of these damn shackles and let me change, come back in ten minutes and I should be ready...Please?"

He nodded and pointed to a cupboard that you assumed had spare clothing in it, you wondered why he didn't come in to remove the fabric around your ankles but when you looked down you realised they weren't there anymore.

"Stupid twig holding magic man, he's going to get it one day."

You scowled and got up out of the bed, walking towards the cupboard. When you opened it you sighed wanting to punch Taeyong in the face, he had purposely filled it with Jaehyuns clothes and you had no other choice but to wear them. You weren't going to go out in a hospital gown after all...It wouldn't hurt to just wear one of his jumpers...

After about five minutes you were gushing like a little girl as you snuggled into the jumper you were wearing, you decided on the jumper and a pair of jogging bottoms and you smelled exactly like him. It sent your wolf senses crazy and your mate bond was screaming out to you, you loved it and for once you let down the walls you had put up. Once you heard the knock at the door you built them all back up again and stood up, pulling yourself together.

"Yeah Yeah I'm coming."

You said and opened the door, it was Jaehyun. You unintentionally blushed and suddenly felt self concious which wasn't like you at all. You shifted your gaze to the floor as neither of you said anything, you felt awkward, a feeling you weren't familiar with at all. You cleared your throat and breathed in sharply.

"Are we Erm, gonna go?"

You tried to say without hinting your obvious discomfort, he laughed causing you to frown.

"What's so funny?"

"Oh nothing, you're just really really cute. Especially when you're blushing."

You so wanted to let yourself blush even more and just hide your face in his chest but you blocked out all mental images of doing just that. Instead you pushed past him and turned around to face him.

"Whatever. I am not cute and I was not blushing, do you want me to kick your ass?"

He smiled and shook his head, following you out of the room even though you had absolutely no clue as to where you were going. You came to a stop and looked at him, he was smirking which made you roll your eyes. You held out your arm, a signal to get walking and he did just that, not without laughing a little first. You followed him down the corridor and down about 4 sets of stairs, it didn't get any better when you walked into a room and suddenly everyone had their eyes on you. They were glaring, especially the younger looking ones. Two young boys in particular, who you could sense were werewolves, had you in their sights whilst another boy was standing in front of a girl quite defensively. Your throat went dry and you attempted to swallow, it was so painfully clear that you were not welcome here, you didn't think you ever would be.

You recognised Taeyong, Doyoung and Yuta in the crowd of boys and Taeyongwalked up to you and Jaehyun, you had noticed Jaehyun had a stern look on his face as his eyes scanned the room. Taeyong shot you a smile but you ignored it your thoughts else where. You were pretty sure everyone was ready to pounce on you and for the first time you actually felt threatened, like your own life was in danger.

"Everyone I believe you haven't actually been introduced to Y/N yet-"

"Oh no we have. It was the one who nearly killed us all if I remember correctly."

Your eyes snapped to the young teenager, he had red hair and you couldn't quite tell what sort of supernatural he was. He stank of werewolf yet he certainly wasn't one, maybe a shape shifter? Although you were pretty sure they were all dead.

You glared at him, about to open your mouth until the atmosphere suddenly changed causing you and everyone else to calm down. You looked around confused as to why you suddenly weren't angry anymore.

"Jaehyun stop with the calmness crap it's annoying."

Yuta said and that answered your question. So he could control moods? That would prove to be useful in quite a few situations, especially in a house full of supernaturals.

"Can we all please just be quiet? As much as you all may hate Y/N right now she's apart of the family now and we help our family."

There was a series of groans but you ignored them, the word family repeating itself in your head. What made anyone think you were apart of this. This mess? No one would want you to be family anyway.

"What do you mean family? I don't need a family and you certainly don't want me to be a part of it. I respect that you guys are trying to help me, especially after everything I've caused but I've tried everything. There's no point I'll only be getting in your way, in fact I should probably leave now I can sense when I'm being a burden. See ya, thanks for...The clothes? You'll probably be wanting them back too."

You were about to walk out the door when a small hand gripped your arm on your way past. You looked to see who it was and was surprised to see the young girl grabbing your arm. You could see how this had put the boy protecting her on edge too.

"Please don't go, you'll like it here! Everyone treats everyone like a family no matter what you've done. Sure they're being a bit sceptical now but just wait it out. You aren't a burden, if you were Taeyong never would've offered his help in the first place. Just hear us out, if you still want to leave after then I can't stop you but please listen to what we have to say first."

You looked at her confused as to why she was so willing to help you, surely she knows you were the one that nearly killed her? You looked down at her leg and saw the long scar running down it, her right arm was covered in little scratches that had yet to heal and you began to despise yourself for it.

"I nearly killed you yet you still want to help? I hurt you before I can do it again."

You growled slightly and revealed your fangs hoping to scare her off, instead she looked you in the eyes determination gleaming within them. Instead it was you who flinched back, surprised at how determined she was.

"I trust you. You don't mean to be like this, I can see it. Now you just have to trust us."

You frowned and turned to look at Taeyong, shock evident on your face.

"Where in the world did you find this human?"

"Well she isn't no ordinary human."

He said with a proud smile.

"You don't say..."

Finally the meeting began and you were introduced to everyone, you were familiar with everyone's names and their supernatural that you felt more at ease. Now the real talk had begun about getting your curse gone.

"Taeyong she said she tried everything, what other options is there?"

Johnny asked and everyone else nodded in agreement.

"Well I do have something, someone actually, in mind."

You sighed not wanting to meet any new people there was enough here as it was. They waited in silence for his answer, you were quite curious yourself since you were sure there was no supernatural that could cure a curse like this.

"I know a girl, quite a young girl actually. But she's talented, the first I've seen or her kind. I met her when she needed a favor, she says that I owe her something and maybe this might just be that something. She's a guardian seeker and her name is Nev, I would tell you more about her but I'm sure you want to get this sorted pretty quickly. If you want to try it I could put you in contact with her? It may work."

Your eyes beamed at the thought of another possibility, another chance. But you soon put your hopes down, 'it may work', there was still the chance that it wouldn't work at all. You couldn't let yourself get excited but you couldn't lie, you were anticipating it greatly. You nodded your head in response, you smiled to show how grateful you were.

"Wow I think that's the first time I've seen you smile."

Yuta said, ultimately killing the moment.

"Shut it, you always have to ruin the mood."

But for the first time in quite a while you laughed, with others laughing along with you.

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You went back into the room, you didn't really want to call it your room since you weren't exactly going to move in. Ten had gone out and gotten you a backpack and clothes for the journey, your own clothes was something you hadn't had in a while. You missed it. You missed everything about being normal. You quickly got changed and packed your bag only to be interrupted by a knock at your door. You went to open it and there stood Jaehyun, with a backpack, and an extra bag full of food. You stared at him, eyebrows furrowed.

"E-erm are you ready? Nev is expecting us so we should set off."

He said nervously, confused as to why you were looking at him like that.

"I'm sorry...We?"

"Yes! Is that a problem? Taeyong said it'd be best if you went with someone... He said I was the obvious choice..."

Something inside of you screamed in excitement at the thought of Jaehyun accompanying you to uplift your curse but something also highly disapproved.

"You- I- what? I can take care of myself."

He looked at you in obvious disagreement. Okay maybe he was right, you may get lost but you could definitely take care of yourself if danger ever came your way. You'd be fine! You can handle yourself so what was this guys deal?

"Well I'm sorry but what Taeyong says goes and Taeyong said I'm going so I'm going."

"...Fine. Angels boy."

"That's right. Angels boy and proud."

He said with an amusing smile, a smile that you really wanted to slap off of his face. He was toying with you, he was always being cute and you really wanted to strangle him everytime. You didn't ask for it but you secretly wanted it, you couldn't win either way.

"Yes well, come on then angels boy. We have a curse to get rid of."

"Aye aye captain."

He said with a small salute, causing a very faint laugh to escape your lips. You two stood smiling at each other for a little while longer before you caught yourself, spun on your heel and turned your back to him, walking down the corridor and turning left.

"Erm Y/N! The way out is right!"

"Right. Right I knew that! I was testing you, well done you passed!"

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