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eleganzadellarosa · 5 months

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Full Moon (Blood Red sequel)

🩸 pairing: vampire!kyungsoo x fem!reader, Kai x fem!reader, dom!kyungsoo x sub!reader, dom!kai x sub!reader

🩸 genre: smut, angst, touches of fluff here and there

🩸 warnings: EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT MINORS DNI [breeding kink, rough sex, threesome, biting kink, choking, spit kink, spit roasting, squirting, unprotected sex (don’t do it)…honestly just all that nasty freaky shit 😝] blood (again should be obvious), mentions of postpartum depression, death

🩸word count: 13.8K

🩸 A/N: so a few of you wanted a sequel to Blood Red and I loved writing it so I hope this lives up to your expectations 😭 let me know what you think and thanks for reading <3

taglist: @loonloons @doimaru @mrspettysoo @aliencatlady @sleepingbeautydo thank you all so much for the support! <3

part 1 can be found here

“PUUUUUUUUUSH!”

Your heartbeat thumped loudly in your ears, your legs bent and a hand supporting each of your thighs. One belonging to Jongin and the other to Kyungsoo.

This past 9 months has been laborious to say the least. You never expected to get pregnant within your first year of marriage, especially when the child did not belong to the man you married. When you found out, you were excited and happy to be sharing such a deep connection with your husband, however you knew the baby most likely wasn’t his due to your frequent nights spent with his servant.

The child was currently crowning and it took every ounce of strength in you to continue to push.

“You’re doing great Princess, keep pushing!” Vivian called out from below you as she assisted the other midwives.

You were most thankful for her during your pregnancy. She had learned lots of helpful information pertaining to it all from the classes she attended, aiming to become a midwife herself. She was someone you trusted wholeheartedly and couldn't be more grateful for her support.

A few more pushes and the baby was born; a little girl. They laid her on your chest and she instantly stopped crying, but your tears began to fall. It felt weird knowing you were the mother to this child, her safety, security and someone she would grow to look up to. When you looked down to get a better look at her, your heart filled with warmth. She had looks that would be envied by many in her growing years. You hoped it wasn’t so obvious to everyone else, but she shared striking features with her father. Those full lips and big eyes that were undeniably from Kyungsoo.

Of course it was a secret that he was your lover but you knew it would become harder and harder to explain why she looked so much like him. “Maybe because I spend so much time around him” would be an excuse that no one would believe but be the best you could come up with. Now wasn’t the time to burden yourself with the matter, your eyes were heavy and sleep deemed itself more important.

When you woke up, Kyungsoo sat on your left as he flipped the page over in the book he held in his hands. He looked up when you shifted in the bed and immediately put the book down to rush to you.

“Hello my love, how are you feeling? You did so well today.” He rubs your head and kisses your forehead lovingly. He holds your hand in his and rubs it with his thumb.

“Tired, but I want to see her. Her beautiful face is escaping me already.” You sat your body up against the headboard with his help.

“Jongin insisted on staying with her while the midwives made sure everything was just fine. They will bring her back in here shortly, so for now just rest and don’t push yourself too hard.” He paused for a moment before he spoke up again. “She's so beautiful just like you my love. She truly is a bundle of joy.”

He smiled as he spoke about her and it swelled your heart. He often came off as standoffish to everyone else but you knew the real person under the shell. It brought you much sorrow knowing that you would have to raise the child as Jongin's, fearing that anyone would find out the truth.

Jongin has been patient with the affair in itself but you know he wishes things were different. He tries to hide the jealousy that lives inside him like a parasite, a virus that ruins his happiness, but sometimes he can’t help wonder if the aching beats his heart pumps are from wanting you all to himself. Putting a strain on their well established friendship was one thing you hated yourself for but knew there was no turning back the hands of time; not that you would have done anything differently.

"Seems like you have a guest." Kyungsoo says and before you can question him, there's a knock on the door.

Vivian comes into the room with a bright smile on her face as she sees you're now awake. “Hello lovely mama! You did a great job today!” She came over to grab your hand and sit beside you.

Kyungsoo got up and bowed before leaving the room to give you two some privacy.

“You have a beautiful daughter Princess, I know Prince Jongin is ecstatic!”

You weakly smiled at Vivian and nodded. Truthfully and thankfully she didn’t know of your occasional late night erotic adventures and you wanted to keep it that way. If anyone were to chastise you for the deal you made with your husband, you wanted Vivian to have no association.

She holds your left hand in both of hers as tears dropped onto the blanket below. “I was actually quite frightened for you Princess. I wanted no harm to befall you while pregnant. I wish for you to always be blessed with good health…I cannot lose my closest companion.”

The glistening wetness on your cheeks made you realize you were crying with her. It was a fear that frequented your mind yet you put up a good fight to ignore it. An idea that pestered you for your attention like someone waving their hand from far away. She spoke about it as though it would and could never happen, but to you it was speaking it into existence. Just then, the huge double doors to the room opened and in came Jongin with the newborn and one of the midwives. Vivian bows to him and leaves the room with the other woman, waving to you as she closed the door. You straightened your posture and happily open your arms to allow him to place the small child within them.

“She has your beauty my darling, she will always be the perfect princess of our kingdom."

Your eyes filled with more tears. “I'm sorry my first child does not share your blood."

He shushed you and rubbed your cheek. "It’s unfortunate I do not have a child of my own, but I do not hold any resentment to you or how the child came to be. Promise me that one day we will share offspring?" You nodded and he placed a kiss to your scalp. "Is it okay to call the midwife back? She said she will guide you through the breastfeeding."

You nod as you look down at the sleeping child, loving the way she fit so perfectly in your arms. She was on the smaller side but not considered unhealthy. A head full of hair and the softest skin you've ever come in contact with. "Rose" you said out loud but more to yourself, letting your tongue become well acquainted with the name you've just chosen for your very first child.

Later that night while everyone was asleep, you grabbed Rose from her bassinet and wrapped her in a blanket before heading down the long hall towards Kyungsoo's room. You knew he'd get the most time with her when you brought her around while the watchful eyes were covered by their lids. Before you could raise your hand to knock, he softly turned the knob and opened the door. He welcomed you both with a huge smile.

"I could have come to you my love, you need to rest." his brows furrowed with concern as he reached out toward the infant.

"I know, but I felt the need to walk a bit and I wanted to see you."

You weren't sure he heard what you said, his eyes were locked on Rose's face. Everything about him was gentle; his smile, the way he held her, even the usual mysterious aura that he often exuded was gone as if never there. You slowly made your way to sit on his bed, back resting against the few pillows that sat against the headboard.

"She needs much rest I suppose?" He looked up at you while rocking her gently.

You chuckled and nodded. "Yes, Vivian said she will sleep until she gets hungry or needs to be changed. She doesn't have much else to do and sleeping helps her grow."

As if on cue, her face scrunched and her lip quivered letting out a few small whimpers. Kyungsoo's eyes widened and he tried shushing her to no avail. He handed her to you, rubbing her head softly, wanting her to go back to her relaxed state. He watched as you brought her up to your chest to suckle, amazed at how fast she stopped crying. He climbed onto the bed and moved the pillows to sit behind you. He let his arms drape your sides, supporting yours as you held her.

"Would you like to stay with me tonight? I would hate for you to have such a long walk back to your room. "

You thought about it and your body was quite sore so walking right now would be a hassle. One night wouldn't hurt and as you've promised yourself many times before, you'd leave early in the morning before the castle became lively so no one would catch you coming from Kyungsoo's room.

3 months in and you were finding it difficult to cope with the changes that came with being a mother. The lack of sleep, the constant hunger, sore nipples and your decreasing lack of self esteem. You sat in the maid's quarters to spend some time with Vivian and to people watch while everyone partook in their jobs or hobbies. You came to see Vivian and the others often especially since they loved seeing Rose and how much she develops each time. She too loved the bustling atmosphere, never seeming too overwhelmed by the noise or fast pace. Vivian rolled up the sleeves to her dress as she came to sit in front of you, clasping her hands as a signal to hand over the baby.

“Aunt Vivian is finally ready to hold her baby bud.” She excitedly grabbed her and watched her lips spread into a gummy smile.

Once she was in her arms, you realized just how exhausted you felt. Your body no longer felt like your own and the emotional and physical toll finally all came crashing down at once. You suddenly became aware of your slouching posture, pouching stomach and sagging skin. You hated to admit it but you felt ugly, especially when the woman sitting across from you looked like someone painted her with the finest of tools.

Vivian is a beautiful girl and it's a shame no one has come to claim her yet. Fair skin and rosy cheeks, copperish red hair that stayed in a low bun on most days and was let down for special occasions. She was a few inches taller than you and her body was thin. She always smelled like honeysuckle which you thought came from her bubbly and caring personality as no one else smelled like her. She looked so youthful and there was always a light that seemed to follow her. You couldn't take looking at her anymore and asked her to watch Rose for a while so you could get some rest.

You walked back to your room, but instead of stopping at the bed, you dragged yourself to the bathroom where you stood in front of the mirror, looking at the changes to your body that came with being pregnant. The depression was steadily kicking in, your mental health going downhill all in this moment. It sounded like a myth when you would hear women talk about postpartum depression. How could you slip into that mindset when you have a beautiful baby reminding you just how strong and precious you are as a mother? It wasn't about that, you loved your baby but there was an incomprehensible feeling that loomed over you that made you want to curl up and die. There was no cure and you had to let it pass. You wish you could jump in a time machine and skip to the part where you felt better, where you felt like you again.

You retreated to your bed to try and escape your thoughts. Maybe they would go away with some proper sleep and a good meal. However, the more you relaxed, the more your body sunk into a pit of misery, the blanket wrapping you in sadness; and now the tears flowing from your eyes drowning you in sorrow. You needed to be saved from this torture. How long would you have to wait to wake up happy, to not hate the image you saw in your reflection? What happened to the cheery girl that you've always been? It's impossible that one baby changed that and you weren't going to start blaming her now.

It was burdensome wanting to vent your feelings but feeling like no one would understand even though you were surrounded by other mothers. Maybe your feelings were invalid and everyone would think it stupid. Would they tell you it was too early to feel like this and that it only got worse the more children you had? Now did you even want more children? Did you even want Rose? No, don't think like that. Even if she was conceived out of wedlock, you had no right to not want her anymore. It was all a ruse that your heart, mind and body evoked to shift your personality and make your life a living hell. "You can get through this" you told yourself and let your eyes drift you off to sleep.

It's already been 10 months since you gave birth and you were finally at the stage where you can say your bouts of depression have passed. Sadly, you were dealing with a new problem; the distance between the two friends was getting undeniably larger. You constantly found yourself breaking up the silent arguments they were having, almost always over trivial things or you. "She's not even your wife!" Jongin said once and Kyungsoo's hand balled into a fist but he turned and walked away before he did something he would regret. You knew it would only get worse if you didn't take matters into your own hands, so tonight you were going to sleep in Vivian's room and let them hopefully solve their issues on their own time.

"Where are you going my love?" Jongin asks, his face dropping slowly as his realizes you're taking your things with you.

"Jongin I can't handle seeing your friendship with Kyungsoo crumble into pieces. I would prefer not having to be the mediator every time there is a quarrel."

He can't find the words and stutters as he reached for your receding form as it left out the bedroom door. On your way to the other side, Kyungsoo sees you in the hallway and his face lights up.

"My beautiful baby Rose and my sweet love" He then sees that you have more than you needed for a walk through the castle and you were going the wrong way to get back to your room. "Is everything okay my love? Would you like to stay with me tonight?"

You appreciated that he didn't automatically assume that Jongin did something wrong, but he himself wasn't in the clear either. "I would not Kyungsoo. As I told Jongin, I shall no longer be getting myself in between your frequent disagreements."

Disappointment evident on his face, he came to give you a kiss on the forehead and a kiss on the cheek to his daughter. "I understand. My apologies for putting a burden on you often or even at all."

The apology was sincere but it wasn't enough for you to want to end your discipline early. Vivian’s room was comfortable, always just the right temperature so staying with her was never an issue. She loved your company and didn’t get much time with you as she was always so busy with her studies.

You laid on top of her fluffy and soft sheets, cradling Rose against your chest, feeling her light breaths. You pouted and sighed anticipating the end to all of this, you just wanted everything to go back normal. This is not what you expected to be going through right after your emotional slump. You wanted the attention back; the long hours spent talking about any and everything, looking into each other’s eyes, finding security in each other’s embrace. You wanted Kyungsoo. The thought of him is what coast you to sleep and what fueled your dreams that night.

It felt like years went by since you’ve last been in your own or Kyungsoo’s room, but it had only been 3 weeks. “I needed some time to myself” is what you told Vivian, which was part of the truth and the perfect reason in her mind to why you stayed with her for so long, even though it wouldn’t have taken much to convince her. You sat in the garden to watch Rose crawl around and explore the many things she couldn’t when she was strictly confined to your arms. You were so deep in focus that you didn’t hear Kyungsoo greet you when he walked over.

“I’ve missed you, you’re starting to feel like a figment of my imagination.”

“Kyungsoo…if only I could tell you how much I miss you.”

He smiled shyly and grabbed your hand to place a kiss on the back. “You can tell me my love, how much have you missed me?” He cocked his head and stared at you waiting for you to reply and you felt your heart do flips.

Gosh was he a beautiful man; those beautiful big eyes and plump soft lips. Those lips you wanted to kiss and have kissed on many occasions. You were falling in love all over again. Who wouldn’t when he was the sweetest and most caring man? He chuckled seeing you so lost in his beauty and he leaned over to kiss your forehead, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Perhaps I know now just by how you’re looking at me even though I would have loved to hear you say it.”

A blush rose on your cheeks and your ears turned red with warmth. He roped you in so easily every time, you were weak to him, but you knew you had to stay strong against his attacks if you wanted your plan to work. “I would if you and Jongin didn’t make me so angry.”

He smiled sheepishly forgetting you were still upset with them and hoping you forgot as well. He went over to Rose and picked her up so she could touch the flowers higher up on the bushes. She loved him and he treated her like the delicate flower she was. She would always get so fixated with his face and played with it a lot, almost like she could tell she was practically looking in a mirror. The more she grew, the more their matching features became. Thankfully no one mentioned it as you thought previously and God knows you wanted it to stay that way.

“Is it alright if she stays with me for a few hours? I’ll bring her back to Vivian’s room before dinner.” You nodded and he walked over placing a hand on your waist. He bent to brush his lips over yours. “I’m sorry we’ve caused you so much stress my darling, we’ve been immature but I hope you’ll forgive us soon.” And with that, he was on his way with Rose back inside to spend some quality time.

You wondered what Jongin was up to at this time since it was already getting late. Not having been back in your room for so long, it almost felt foreign like you’d only seen it in a dream. He almost crashed into you when you walked in, he seemed to be leaving out at the same time. His eyes lit up seeing you standing in the doorway.

“Are you staying with me tonight?” His voice almost raising an octave from the excitement, forgetting why he wanted to leave in the first place.

“Hmm, it depends on you my prince.”

It was taunting, almost seductive of an answer and you knew he took it as a challenge. His hand around your waist stopped you from brushing past him to get to the bathroom.

“And what can I do to make you stay?”

There were multiple answers you could give him and ones you leaned more toward like making sure you only had the strength in your legs to sleep next to him. Yet you weren’t going to tell him that and sound so needy, so alternatively you kissed him on the cheek and wriggled from his grasp to continue your journey to the restroom. You could almost hear his wheels turning on the opposite side of the door although he kept quiet.

You walked out of the bathroom to see him sitting on the bed. It was apparent in his posture that he had a goal in mind, one fueled by nothing but desire. In all honesty, you wanted him just as much but you didn't want to seem desperate or like you were going to give in from disciplining him so quickly. When you walked over to him, he got off the bed and stood in front of you, making it press into the middle of your back.

“You know I love you right?” He says, punctuating his sentence with a kiss.

You nod your head and wrap your arms around his neck. “I do know and I know it’s as much as I love you.”

It was a lie. Not about you loving him but the amount in which he loved you could break a scale. He leaned in with each of his hands resting on your sides as he kissed you. The longer it went on, it quickly turned from innocent to sinful. His hands slid up your nightgown and yanked your panties down. With ease, he sat you on the high bed and spread your legs out without breaking the kiss.

He used his fingers to play with your increasingly throbbing pussy. Your arousal made it easy for him to slip two fingers in. They curled upwards and he moved them in a “come hither” motion, still not breaking the kiss. It was turning you on more and you couldn't help but moan into his mouth.

“How badly do you want me? Tell me.” He finally removed his lips from yours and stared at you deeply with his fingers picking up speed. He knew just how much you craved the physical contact and he knew just what to do to satiate your hunger.

It was becoming hard to concentrate but you wanted him to know just how good he was making you feel. “So badly, I want to feel you inside. I miss having you there.” You licked and bit at his lip, earning a small groan from him.

He pushed you back and further up on the bed and came to hover over you. He removed both of your clothing so that you lay naked with each other. He guided his length into you and stuck his fingers with your juices into your mouth.

“Suck as if that was me in your mouth. Don’t stop until I tell you to.”

You had no room to disobey and his building thrusts made you comply. Jongin had his days where he was just as dominant as Kyungsoo, a side of him that wasn't discovered until after you got married, and yet they still could not be compared. There was something about Kyungsoo that made you always want to fall to your knees and have him look down on you, make you feel like the only option you had was to submit.

Jongin sped up his thrusts and got deeper each time. He took his fingers out your mouth and bent your legs to your chest as he held them down at the back of your knees. The new angle brought you more pleasure and your mouth hung open as you moaned loudly. The bed was beginning to rock with his thrusts but he seemed to pay no mind to the creaking.

He pulled out and sat on the bed and pulled you into his lap, his back facing the door. You circled your hips as he rolled his upwards, making him hit that spongy spot inside you. He kissed you sloppily, trailing it from your jaw then to your neck. Your head popped up when you heard the door to your bedroom creak open. You tried to stop moving on him, but he held you in place.

“Jongin wait, it’s Kyungsoo.”

His grip on you tightened. “I know who it is, keep riding.”

You were confused but your hips never halted. Kyungsoo’s eyes bore holes in you as he watched you move up and down on his friend's dick and when your brows furrowed as you moaned, you can see him swallow thickly. He slowly removed his clothes and walked closer towards the bed. Your body warmed and your cheeks flushed when he reached his destination. Not once have you ever had both men in the room with you during such an intimate moment and truthfully it was awakening a side to you that you didn’t know existed.

Jongin broke the silence and spoke from below you. “We wanted to make it up to you, as long as you’re comfortable with it.”

If it wasn’t for Kyungsoo standing at the edge of your bed with nothing covering his body, you would have questioned Jongin. But it was obvious, tonight they were giving you an apology in the most pleasurable form and you weren’t going to deny it. You reached out toward the standing man and Jongin flipped so your back now faced Kyungsoo.

He climbed onto the bed and Jongin laid back with his dick still inside you. His hands rested on your hips and he began thrusting up into you again. Kyungsoo was at your back and his lips came down to connect to your neck. He licked, sucked and bit at the skin and his hands came up to massage and pinch your nipples.

“Feels good doesn’t it?” He bit your earlobe and licked at the shell of it.

“Oh god yes…don't stop” your head fell back onto his shoulder.

Jongin dug his nails into your hips and thrust into you at a vicious pace. With his thrusts and Kyungsoo’s abuse on your neck and nipples, the sensations had your body on fire. You were almost screaming with how loud your moans were, music to both of their ears.

“I-I’m g-gonna cum!” The knot in your stomach begged to snap and your toes started to curl.

Kyungsoo tilted your head back with his hand under your chin. “Open” he says and when you do, he trails some of his saliva in your mouth then brings you into a deep kiss. His hand wrapped around your neck and he squeezed the sides just enough to make your head feel fuzzy.

Under you, Jongin roughly circles the pad of his thumb over your clit and eases you into your orgasm. Your walls clenched around him and he quickly lifted you off of him, his dick spasming against your stomach as he came in spurts. Your chest heaved as you came down from your high and you opened your eyes. Kyungsoo stared back at you calling you “good girl” and planting another kiss on your lips.

“We’re not done yet my love” He slightly whispered in your ear, turning you over in the process. “Suck.” He tapped his dick against your lips and you immediately obliged.

You diligently sucked and stroked him while he bent over to finger you. The mix was lewd and you loved every second of it. His other hand held your head in place so he could thrust up into your mouth. When he felt a tear drop onto his skin, he pulled your head off of him.

“My good girl, lay back for me.” He kissed his way from your lips down to your pelvic bone, sucking and biting. He opened your legs and lazily kissed and licked up your inner thighs. He spread your lips with his two fingers and spit on your pussy before going to suck on your clit. “You always taste so fucking good."

Jongin tapped on your cheek from behind you, making you turn your attention to him. “You didn’t forget about me did you darling?”

He stroked his length and you watched him upside down. He slipped his dick past your lips and you happily sucked. You felt the air leave your lungs slowly the more the night went on. They were wasting no time in making you lose your mind over their actions. Kyungsoo stopped eating you out and stood on his knees. He rubbed the head of his dick harshly against your clit, making you squeeze around nothing. He pushed all the way in one go and cursed when his tip kissed your cervix.

“F-fuck you feel so good.” Was all he said before pulling almost all the way out then snapping his hips forward, his speed just as fast or maybe a tad faster than Jongin.

Your strangled moans sent vibrations through Jongin’s dick shoved down your throat, his moans sounding slightly high pitched the more he tried to hold them back. His hands played with your nipples, increasing your sensitivity. Kyungsoo’s nails dug into your sides and he bit at your ribcage. You felt like you were going to die from the overstimulation, it was absolutely blissful. Jongin eased his way out of your mouth to let you breathe and regain the oxygen you lost.

After a few moments he thrust back in and bent down to suck and play with your nipples. “How does it feel to get fucked like this? How long have you wanted this?” He asked knowing you couldn’t answer with your throat obstructed, but your muffled moans and shaking legs gave him his reply.

“You’re so beautiful like this, dick pleasuring you from both ends. Such a good girl, just listen how wet you are.”

Kyungsoo was right, the sounds that came from your pussy were downright obscene. Your orgasm was approaching for the second time tonight, yet this one proved a lot more intense than the last.

“She’s close.” Kyungsoo says, obviously speaking to your husband as if he couldn’t already tell.

Jongin sped up, your throat now sore from the constant friction but adding to the overall satisfaction. Kyungsoo pulled out causing you to whimper at the loss of contact but Jongin sits you up and then down on his dick. He wraps his arms under your knees and connects them behind your head. The new position gave Kyungsoo the perfect angle to roughly rub your clit as Jongin thrusts ruthlessly into you.

Kyungsoo bites his lip while he quickly strokes his length, watching your face contort from the constant pleasure, chasing his own orgasm. Your toes were curling and Jongin’s thrusts were getting sloppy. Jongin kissed at your shoulder and Kyungsoo kissed the calf on one of your legs. The familiar feeling of fangs bared down into the skin and with a few more swift rubs on your clit, you squirted harshly all over Kyungsoo as your orgasm washed over. The man behind you choked out an “oh fuck” as he came inside you, the warmth from it making you clench even harder. Seconds later, cum from the man in front of you sprayed over your chest and stomach.

As you lay down, not even worrying about the sticky and wet mess over your bodies, Kyungsoo cleans himself off and makes his way to the door.

“Kyungsoo” you call out to him meekly, head lying on the chest of a sleeping Jongin. “Won’t you stay?”

“I will not, I have fulfilled my purpose of pleasuring you and you seem to accept our apology. That is all my heart could desire so I shall not be extending my stay.”

You were greedy and getting too in your head. This wasn’t something they technically wanted but knew you’d enjoy and used it as a way to earn back your trust and your presence back in their beds. The guilt reappeared, and seeing Kyungsoo leave the room made you realize how unhinged the love triangle was.

You were much too fucked out now to run after him, so you instead snuggled under Jongin’s arm and let your eyes close.

The next morning you threw on a robe over last night's attire and headed downstairs to the kitchen for a glass of water. Kyungsoo stood next to the chef as he sampled what was for today’s breakfast.

“Good morning to you both.”

They both turned around and bowed to you, Kyungsoo not bothering to do so fully as he always does. You disregarded it as him being busy and focused. One of the maids poured your water and you thanked her before leaving, taking note that Kyungsoo still didn’t give your existence the time of day.

He ignored you not just in the morning, but in the afternoon and well into the night, even bleeding into the next morning. Now it was becoming concerning, this was so out of character and atypical for him. It came to be that you were running out of ideas to grab his attention but he just wouldn’t budge. Everyone was starting to notice and mention his bad attitude too. “He seems so agitated, the slightest thing might peeve him off” you heard someone say in passing.

You couldn’t help but wonder if you did something wrong, he did only begin to act like this after last night. Even if it was your fault, you’d prefer to hear him say it rather than not have him speak to you at all. It was late now and everyone retreated to their rooms to go to sleep, but apparently Kyungsoo had other ideas when he stopped you right before you reached yours.

“Would you like to come outside and see the stars with me?”

You couldn’t understand why he offered after ignoring you for so long, but alas you were itching to get to the bottom of this even if it meant interrupting your sleep. The night air was cool, breezes skating through the sky every so often. He guided you through the garden that he knew all too well and sat you down in a spot where you had the perfect view of the stars above.

He watched you watch the stars and his heart warmed seeing you smile. “I…I’m sorry.” He continued when you turned to look at him, confusion clearly written over your face. “I’m sorry I have not been treating you well. I’m just…after last night I don’t have the gall to act as if I’m content with sharing you. Yet I know that wanting you for myself is preposterous since you were not mine to begin with.”

You couldn’t agree but you also couldn’t disagree. Your mind was set on Jongin the first day you saw him and you made an oath to yourself to marry him. It was the tug on your heart strings from Kyungsoo that had you wanting more than your original desires, but it was nothing short of fate meeting him in the way you did. You loved them both equally, but knowing that everything made him feel so torn stabbed you right through the heart. The agreement to share you with your husband came easier in its early days.

It made you feel sorrow for Jongin too. He worked so hard to express his feelings for you and wait to marry you, but all of this would have him believe that your love was easily swayed. There was no answer that would make this better for either party and now that you have a child with one, the connection between you grew more complicated by the day.

“What can I do to ease your sadness?” You asked as you place your hand over his.

His head dropped and he let out a sigh. “Nothing. Nothing will make me feel as though I’m not messing things up for you and your future. I deem it my fault that you fell for me in the first place and that, I do regret. It’s on me that you don’t fully express your love for Jongin. As a vampire, love is not something we take lightly. I want a soulmate that can be my source of happiness for as long as I live and that is quite literally forever.”

You reached for words that moved further away from you the closer they got to the tip of your tongue. You didn’t want to lose him and you know he wished for the same. The guilt was getting the best of him and there was nothing to do to make it better. This was your true punishment, living out your dream that slowly became a nightmare.

“I want you to forget me. Act as if you have never known of my existence and I will only live as your servant. I do not wish to continue my life in such grief and want what is best for you.”

“You’re what’s best for me Kyungsoo” is what you wanted to say but the words did opposite of what the falling tears did. “Please!” was all you managed to say as your hand slipped off of his when he stood up to walk away.

The weeks that went by were treacherous. You gave up on trying to communicate with him in any way you could think of. From touches, to glances and the most obvious, just talking to him. Nothing seemed to work and you undoubtedly believed he didn't love you anymore. But how could he let you go so easily when he tried so hard to have you? You weren't going to settle for the thoughts that convinced you of the negative, you had to ask him one last time if you truly meant anything to him.

Today was Rose's birthday and the castle was filled with crowds upon crowds of people ready to celebrate the one year anniversary of her birth. They all greeted you with kisses to your cheek or a hug, congratulating you and Jongin on your little one. It was no longer awkward to act as if she belonged to him, but the smile you put on wasn't genuine. You kept sneaking peeks over at Kyungsoo every chance you could get, losing the confidence to approach him. He seemed so much more scary in this instance, looking like he would bite off the head of anyone who dared to talk to him.

He stood at the other end of the room, not taking a single glance your way. It hurt being ignored like this. You know he did it for his own sanity but why was it slowly driving you insane? Has he really fallen out of love with you? What would it take for him to at least talk to you the way he used to? You felt invisible in his presence and all you wanted was for him to give you just a pinch of attention. You excused yourself while everyone took turns wishing blessings for a long and happy life for Rose.

You pushed through the crowd and went to go toward her room to grab some lighter clothing since she seemed to be burning up in the ones she wore, growing more agitated by the second. Kyungsoo happens to be walking up the stairs already, giving you the perfect opportunity to question him.

"Kyungsoo..."

He turned around and without looking at you, he bowed respectfully and turned on his heels to continue up the stairs, but you rushed and grabbed his arm. He startles and turns around.

"Kyungsoo, please just look at me. Please don't ignore me, I'm starting to break."

He turns to stare, looking at you as if he's disgusted or annoyed with your determination to get him to speak to you. What has he become? What have you done to him?

"Does me looking at you make you feel better? If it does, am I left to deal with my sadness alone?"

"Kyungsoo, I didn't mean-"

"You didn't mean what? To make me look at you so I can fall in love with you all over again just so I once again don't get to have you to myself?"

You go to speak up but hear the abundance of approaching voices, so you quickly drag him up the remainder of the stairs against his will. You take him to the opposite side of the castle where you know it's usually quiet and barren.

"I'm sorry for everything that caused this. I never meant for any of this to happen but I love you Kyungsoo and you ignoring me is tearing me apart." You poured your heart out to him when you came to a halt, somewhere in the middle of the empty hallway. "It pains me even more knowing you no longer love me. How am I supposed to live this way if you don't love me?"

"Who…who said I didn't love you?" He paced around in a small section of the hallway and pinched the bridge of his nose. You can tell he was upset, not at you but at what you were saying because he didn't know how to express how he was feeling. "I've never stopped loving you and that's the problem. You want me to look at you darling? Well I want you in my arms every night but I can't have that! I can't even claim my daughter as my own!"

He stopped his pacing and walked over to you and held your face in his hands, desperation all over his face. "You are my always and forever and I can't let anyone know that. I must love in secret in fear of being exiled or killed. Why would I want that for us?"

You were being selfish again. Only thinking about yourself and how easily things can come to you because of who you are and who you're married to. He doesn't have that privilege and never will, things just don't work that way and never has. Why did he have to fall in love with you out of all people? It would have been so much easier if the love was one sided.

"Kyungsoo, I-I..."

He let his lids close gently and he let out a sigh before he closed the space between you. He kissed you like he needed you, wanted you, craved you. Like he hadn't seen you in years and he's finally able to show you just how much he longed for you. You were quickly melting into the kiss, hands travelling up to his neck as his fell to the small of your back. You thanked God for the seclusion, it would be terrible if anyone caught you two now.

He pulled you in closer to him, and your hands caressed his chest. You worked quickly to unbutton his blouse and slide it off his shoulders. His kisses moved down to your neck and he backed you against the wall. Your hands slid down and went to unbuckle his pants. Although no one was around, your mental clock started ticking, only a matter of time before everyone wondered where you had gone. He easily picked you up by the thighs and you held onto his shoulders for support. Your dress settled on your legs and he moved in between them.

He was able to thrust in no problem with the amount of slick that accumulated just from the kiss. It felt so good having him inside of you again, it's been weeks since your last encounter. His thrusts were slow but deep. He was making love to you and didn't care that it had to be up against the wall. He knew what he was doing right now would only make him want you more but ignoring you was becoming insufferable. To feel your legs wrapped around his torso, your skin against his lips, your walls clenching around his dick. It was perfect. Your moans were the tune that charmed the snake, the siren serenading her prey, he was hypnotized.

"Cum for me my love, I can feel you getting closer." If he was going to enjoy this moment, he was going to enjoy it to the fullest. His tongue glided across the side of your neck and his fangs sunk into the skin. The sweet taste of your blood filled his mouth and he moaned as he felt you tighten around him.

There was something about the danger of it all. He could easily drink to his heart's content and leave you with nothing but an empty vessel but he never did and always stopped when your head was on the verge of getting light. He knew just what to do to keep you wanting more and what would be enough to satisfy him. To orgasm like this made up for all the time you missed with him. You weren't going to be the only one to finish, so you dropped to your knees and wrapped your lips around his throbbing length.

"Cum in my mouth Kyungsoo, don't let me forget your taste."

You slid the underside of the head over your tongue as you looked up at him with doe eyes. His hand tangled in your hair and he released in your mouth with a choked moan. He helped you stand and stuffed his dick back in his pants. He placed a kiss on your forehead and rubbed your back, catching his breath along with you.

“Always remember I love you no matter what, but I can’t live the rest of my life knowing you can’t be mine. I want you for as long as we live and you know just how long that is for me.” Your head rested in his hands now and he looked in your eyes lovingly. “When that day comes my love, I will be here ready for you.”

His lips brushed against yours and he smiled when he pulled back. He bowed and walked back down the hallway, leaving you there to collect your thoughts. To others it would seem like not much changed, but to you it felt like you finally had the last piece to your puzzle. He made your days feel complete and with the distance between you this past few weeks, it felt like your days were starting to mix together. One thing was for certain, you were determined to keep the flames of your love ablaze.

A few nights later, you jolted awake some time after midnight. In contrast to when Rose was a baby, you were actually able to sleep through most of the night without her waking up crying. Something felt off though, and you were only going to feel comfortable going back to sleep if you found the reason you were awake. It made your heart race and your anxiety tickle your senses. You looked over at Jongin who slept peacefully next to you.

Throwing the blanket off your legs, you eased your way off the bed and went over to Rose’s crib. Within the dim candlelight you could see the beads of sweat rolling off of her forehead and chest. It was quite cool in the room so sweating was the last thing you expected to see her doing. You carefully placed the back of your hand against her forehead and immediately felt the burning heat emanating from her.

You guess this is what they call “mother’s instinct”, a force and sense of urgency that only a mother would know which brought you from the deepest depths of your sleep. You picked her up and ran her to the bathroom where you quickly ran a tub with cool water, not knowing what else would work. You removed both of your clothing and sat with her, hoping it did something, anything. A new fear emerged, your mind always thinking of the worst outcome before the best. Rose had always been healthy, only catching a cold once or twice, so seeing her here with brows tightly knit together and her mouth agape as she wailed, you knew something was up. You thought nothing of her behavior at the party and now you beat yourself up for not taking note.

“Oh my poor baby…” you let the tears you didn’t know were building, fall down your cheeks and to your chin.

Your mind searched for anything that could help her right now and it stopped on Vivian informing you on the benefits of breast milk. Thankfully Rose didn't push you away, but her fever just would not budge. Eventually it was enough to relax her to sleep and you too dozed off, still sitting with your bare skin against the cold porcelain.

The sound of the door is what woke you up and made you realize you were still where you last remember. Jongin's smile dropped as his eyes adjusted to the sight in front of him.

“What’s wrong? Why are you in here with her?”

You were crying again, Rose still just as hot as she was last night lying on your chest breathing heavily. Jongin helped you rush her to the servant’s quarters where you’d hopefully find Vivian or anyone else who knew of something to treat her with. By this time you were hysterical, clutching onto Jongin’s arm as he laid her down to be examined. Thankfully word spread quickly and Vivian rushed in to check on you and the toddler.

“Something’s wrong Vivian! I don’t want to lose my baby!” Your nose was red, tears old and new streamed down your face and you were starting to hiccup out your words.

“I’m sure she’s okay Princess, we’ve called the doctor and he’ll be here soon. Everything will be okay.” She grabbed your hands within her own and pleaded with her eyes for you to believe what she said, although tears brimmed them.

10 minutes later and two servants came with the doctor, leading him in the right direction. He bowed when his eyes landed on you.

“Princess do not worry, the examination will be quick and thorough and I’m sure we’ll have something to cure her. Please go have a cold drink for yourself to help relax.”

You nodded through sniffles and left out the wooden double doors with Vivian. Kyungsoo rushes down the hallway, stopping you and Vivian in your tracks, looking very concerned when he sees the state you’re in. He bowed and Vivian excused herself to go back in the room with the doctor. He stepped in front of you and wiped your tears with his thumbs.

“What’s happening my love? Please tell me.”

“She’s sick Kyungsoo, s-she had a fever all night and I tried sitting in cool water with her b-but it didn’t work and she still has a fever and I’m so scared Kyungsoo!” The words poured out of your mouth faster than you planned and your nonstop tears fell with them.

“Shh shh, she'll be alright, I know she will.” He pulled you into a hug and rubbed your back. He had tears of his own to hold back from seeing you cry and knowing of how dangerous fevers were for his young daughter.

The doctor had long gone and he gave you medicine to give Rose throughout the day. She was fast asleep now but you were scared to take your eyes off of her. Jongin was just as scared as you were and sat and watched her with you. He cared for her deeply as if she was his own and losing her would turn him into a mess.

"My love, you need to eat something. You've been watching her all day but what about you? It's alright, I can watch her so you can relax for a while." He tilted his head with his arm wrapped around your shoulder.

"I can't leave her, I won't be okay if I do so..." You brushed the few strands that stuck to her forehead and gave her a small kiss. You physically felt like you couldn't move from that spot and if your eyes ventured off of her, you'd miss a crucial part of whatever was going to happen.

He nodded understandingly. "As you wish. I'll go and get you something." He stood and pressed a kiss to your scalp before leaving.

She opened her eyes soon after and stared up at you expressionless. A soft knock on the door broke you out of staring back at her. Kyungsoo enters cautiously and you gesture for him to come over. He held her within his arms and she played with his fingers.

"Has she been recovering?" He questioned and grabbed your hand.

"Not yet unfortunately. The doctor gave me some herbs to give her thrice a day but so far the fever is still quite high."

He looked back down at Rose then back at you. "I think I might know something that can help, do you mind if I try it?"

"Kyungsoo she is your child also, you don't need my permission to help her."

"But I also wouldn't go against your wishes if you said no. It is not my child alone and most importantly you are the mother so I respect however you may feel."

You smiled shyly and he raised your pointer finger to his mouth. You watched as he used his canine to puncture the skin. You mentally winced from the small pain but the feeling was all too familiar by now. The small drop of blood that leaked from the wound, he brought to her mouth and let it drip inside. Her tongue moved around the inside as if she tried to not waste any although it was a singular drop. Her breathing quickened and she panted heavily. She scrunched her nose and squeezed her eyes shut. You watched in awe as two white fangs grew out her mouth and rested on the top of her bottom lip. She opened her eyes and just like you thought, two piercing red ones like the kind you've seen from Kyungsoo stared back at you.

"Kyungsoo look!" You shouted in amazement and he chuckled and nodded his head. You never thought about how different it would be caring for a hybrid child like this but you were thankful Kyungsoo was there to help you along the way.

She sat up in his arms and reached out to touch your face, bewildered by the sudden changes. When her skin touched yours, you realized just how much cooler she felt.

"It worked...Kyungsoo, my God it worked!" You bawled, thankful that you had your healthy baby back. "How'd you know it would help?"

"I wasn't entirely sure but I knew how much faster we heal, she just needed something to awaken that side of her."

Jongin came back in with one of your favorite meals and sat it down next to the bed. You immediately told him of the good news and that Kyungsoo was the reason behind it all. To your surprise, he hugged him tightly and tears dropped onto his shirt.

"I can't thank you enough Kyungsoo, I am forever indebted to you."

"Please, I am only doing what's right. You being my close friend is enough for me." Jongin looked at him and he patted the crying man on the back.

Rose was cured, but it was only the beginning for the sickness that plagued the castle.

Servant after servant, maid after maid, guard after guard, everyone seemed to catch the disease as it quickly spread within the castle walls. It picked and chose for who it became terminal and soon it seemed like a funeral every week. Jongin as king of this castle had lots of hard decisions to make on how to save his people. He worked all day and night, sometimes never leaving his study or finding the time to sleep. He was overworked but he couldn't bring himself to stop when people were starting to drop like flies from this random illness. Apparently it was widespread and people outside the kingdom walls fell prey to it as well. How it ventured into your circle was still a mystery but that was the least of concerns.

You had the available, uncompromised maids make Jongin some tea that would help him relax. You walked to his study with a cup in hand and knocked on the door.

"Come in." He said muffled on the other side.

"Jongin, I've brought you some tea. You've been in here for 3 days now my love."

"Thank you my dear wife. I'm sorry I haven't been spending time with you and Rose, it's all so much and I need to do what I can to help"

You walked over to him and he welcomed you in his lap. You rubbed his head and he rested it against your chest. His arms wrapped around your waist and he hugged you tightly.

"I miss lying next to you darling, this desk is so hard and cold." He looked up at you with puppy eyes.

You turned slightly in his lap and grabbed his face in your hands, bringing your lips down to his. His body relaxed immediately and he reciprocated the kiss. His hand slid up your leg and under your dress and he playfully rubbed circles high on your inner thigh. Before he could deepen the kiss, he turned away and broke into a violent coughing fit. You patted his back to offer some assistance, but it didn't seem to help.

"My prince, is everything okay? I'm afraid you're overworking yourself, perhaps you should take a break for today."

“I'm fine, just a cough and you know, that sounds wonderful.” He looked up at you lovingly and smiled. “Let’s go, I will come back for this later."

His eyes didn’t hesitate to close once his head hit the pillow. The fatigue was evident in the bags under his eyes and the limpness of his body. Everyone would agree that everything was scary and happening too quickly. It was as they say, “tell them you love them before it’s too late”, and right now was too late. You thanked the heavens that Rose didn’t die from it but not everyone was so lucky.

You decided to give Jongin some time alone and walked down to Kyungsoo’s room. The castle was bare, you didn’t really have to worry about anyone seeing you. When you reached his room, you knocked three times before he opened it. He looked just as tired as Jongin, his eyes looked at you but more so off into the distance.

“Kyungsoo?” You waved a hand in front of his face to barely see a change in focus through his pupils.

“I can hear them; everyone. All the screams of pain and agony, I hear everything.”

You pushed further into the room and brought him in your arms. “Kyungsoo it’s okay, I’m here…”

His larger frame relaxed as you held him at the foot of his bed. Of course there would be downsides to having such great senses but an experience that you didn’t share was hard to put into perspective; you could only guess what that must feel like. Now you wondered if it was taking a toll on Rose as well. Your heart twinged for them; sympathy being the only thing to offer. You put your hands over his ears and he looked up at you, silently thanking you although you know that barely did a thing.

He grabbed both your hands and placed kisses over all yours fingers. “My sweet girl, you’re so good to me.” He moved his lips down to your wrist kissing each two times, alternating between them. “Why are you so perfect? I'm so scared to lose you.”

He cupped your cheek in his hand, using the other to gently brush your hair behind your ear. He looked at you like you would disappear if he stopped and the idea of that frightened him, seeing as he's helped carry more coffins than he could count. You sat up on your knees and he pulled you into his lap. He caressed your back or massaged your hips, whichever satisfied him the most in that moment. He pulled you in by the nape of your neck to kiss him deeply, to close off his hearing and make him forget. You cupped his head in your hands once again, not skipping to cover his ears.

Everything you did made him fall into deeper depths of love with you. Why did you care for him so much and why was there no one else like you for him? You had to be his forever, he wouldn’t be able to take it if you weren't and would find any way to end his misery. He loved you and promised to make every second with you precious. He got so caught up in your presence and actions that he really stopped hearing everything around him happen. He was turning into putty under your gaze, lips puffy from the kiss. He was done with your lips now, moving down to kiss everything he could reach.

He punctuated each of his kisses to your body with an “I love you”. He slowly stripped you until there was nothing left to remove. You mirrored his actions and rid him of all his clothing. You sat back in his lap and ground your hips against his slowly. He hadn’t taken his eyes off you since the kiss started and he watched your reaction as he teased parts of your body. He rolled your nipple between his fingers, earning a small whimper from you. He held your hips in place and stood up to throw you onto the bed, before climbing in himself. His kisses started at your ankles, taking his time showing his appreciation.

Up your calves, to your thighs and eventually ghosting over your pussy. He teased you, his lips never stopping where you wanted them, but you were patient with letting him go at his own pace; whatever helped shut out the world around him. Finally he spread your lips and dived in, keeping eye contact. He flattened his tongue and danced it over your clit, sucking and biting. That tightness in your stomach you knew all too well started to build in the pit. Your head fell back as your hands threaded through his hair. He added two fingers to the mix, thrusting them in and out at a quick pace, your walls clenching around them.

"K-kyungsoo, fuck, please I'm gonna cum!"

Right before you came, he removed his fingers and stopped sucking on your clit to come up and capture you in a hungry kiss. "Don't cum yet, cum with me okay?"

You nodded and he aligned the head of his dick with your entrance and pushed in slowly. You watched with him as he slid in and moaned when he bottomed out. His thrusts were slow and deep, hitting that gummy spot in you.

"Look at me.." He tilted your chin with his finger. "You love me?"

"Yes...of course." Your mind was fuzzy, the deep strokes driving you crazy.

"Use your words, let me hear you say it." He was just as breathless as you but his pace never slowed.

"I love you Kyungsoo, so much. I'll love you forever and always."

He caught his bottom lip between his teeth and sped up his thrusts. If you were close to your orgasm before, you were even closer now. You wanted to wait for him but that was easier said than done. His hand was around your throat now, squeezing tightly. He bent down to kiss you once again and dragged his teeth over your bottom lip. You were clenching hard around him now, waiting for him to give you the okay.

"You want to cum? Cum with me my love."

His thumb rubbing over your clit is what pushed you over the edge, legs shaking and closing around his waist. A few more sloppy thrusts and he pulled out and came on your stomach. He dropped down next to you and pulled you into his embrace. He kissed you on the bridge of your nose and moved the hair out of your face. You laid there with him in silence, eyes threatening to close, but then you remembered Jongin.

"Kyungsoo, I have to go check on Jongin, he didn't look too good earlier."

He sat up on his elbow, clearly looking distressed by your statement. "I told him to take some time to himself, but he's quite stubborn. I'll come with you, maybe I can convince him to let someone else take over for a few days."

You smiled at him and cleaned off before retrieving your clothes that sprawled on the floor. Vivian still had Rose with her so you knew not to worry while she was in such good hands. The journey back to your room felt cold, those same gut wrenching instincts kicking in the closer you got. Unfortunately for you, the feeling wasn't wrong and when you opened the door, you see Jongin slumped over in the bed coughing up blood into his hand.

"NO, Jongin!" You quickly rushed over to his aid, extending your handkerchief. There was already so much blood that it barely cleaned what was left over on his lips. He looked so lifeless with how pale his skin became. "What's happening? Jongin please!"

"No please, go away, I don't want you seeing me like this." He spoke through labored breaths, weakly pushing at your arm to drive you away. "Kyungsoo, take her!"

For a moment you forgot he even followed you in here. He stood in place with wide eyes.

"Kyungsoo please help him! Is there nothing you can do? Can't you help him like you helped Rose?" You begged and pleaded with him, yet he stood stationary.

"I...no, there's only one thing I can do to help but it would take such a toll on him and it would be a burden for you to witness. There's also no guarantee it will work..." He trailed off as he finished his sentence as if it just clicked in his mind what he ultimately would have to do.

"Please Kyungsoo! I'll have to take those chances, just don't let him die!"

You were reliving your fears. Time slowed down and sped up all at the same time, dizzying your brain, shaking your vision. You couldn't lose him. Kyungsoo was important but Jongin was your first love. The man who stuck true to his word from day one and never let his kind heart change. It was now that you regret not spending more time with him if these were his last moments with you. You regret feeling like you weren't giving him your all even though you cared for him down to your soul. But most of all you regret being the cause of all the sadness and sorrow he tried to hide. You needed another chance, a chance to make things as right as they could be.

Kyungsoo looked at Jongin's frail and pale form, brows furrowed. His friendship was on the line before his very eyes yet he felt so conflicted. He witnessed firsthand what would become of the changes he would experience if he went through with the plan. But he wanted to save him and with the way you were crying hysterically next to him, there was but one option he had right now and he could only pray that it actually worked. Time was running out, and Jongin's breathing slowed to a stop. It was now or never.

"O-okay, but you have to leave or else I won't do it." He didn't mean that but he knew how much it would hurt you to see what happened next. "Just trust me."

You nodded hesitantly and stood to leave the room. You left a small crack in the door to peek in. You watched him shakily grab Jongin and cradle his upper half in his arms. He looked down at him, tears painting his cheeks, scared of the outcome. Kyungsoo closed his eyes and took a deep breath, one that seemed to last for days on end. He lifted Jongin's body higher and bared his fangs. He opened his mouth wide and let them sink into Jongin's neck and it almost looked like he was trying to take a chunk of his flesh.

He stilled his movements for a while and when he let go, Jongin took a deep gasp, chest expanding as if his ribs would break. Kyungsoo held his hand in his and watched closely. What happened next made you cover your mouth to stop you from gasping or screaming. Jongin's body convulsed harshly, back arching from the pain that ran through his veins. He screamed in agony, hand clutching his chest. Tears flowed from his eyes as he writhed in pain, screaming, panting.

It was indeed hard watching your husband go through hell. He squeezed on the hand that Kyungsoo provided, trying to find any and every way to help him through this torment. The screaming didn't stop and eventually he resorted to calling out your name and begging for help. That was your last straw. You burst through the door and rushed to his side to coax him through his suffering.

"My love I'm here!" It came out more like a scream to combat the volume in which he was screaming.

His breathing increased more and now he was gasping for air. His eyes were rolling to the back of his head and his back arched one last time before his chest collapsed and his body grew limp. He was no longer breathing, nothing, still as the night wind. You and Kyungsoo watched him, you grabbing his hand for emotional support. You weren't ready to see Jongin like this, to imagine him in a coffin so soon if he didn't come to. Just when you were about to give up, he started to breath normally as if he wasn't thrashing in pain a few minutes ago. His eyes blinked open, a few tears prickling the sides.

It took him a few moments to get his bearings straight, but he eventually noticed the two pairs of eyes watching him like a hawk. "W-what happened? It feels like I died." He questioned as he sat up and looked between the both of you.

You both breathed a sigh of relief, happy he didn't end up on the side of this not working. He brought a hand up to his head, holding in the pain that throbbed in his brain. His eyes were glossy, blinking to bring him closer to reality. He reached over next to the bed and reached for the tall glass of water, lips plastered together from the lack of moisture. The clear liquid slid down his throat easily in one gulp but still not quenching his thirst. Kyungsoo carefully placed a hand on his shoulder, making him face his direction.

"Jongin that's not going to help. You need to-you need something else."

Jongin looked over at him and raised an eyebrow. Kyungsoo looked over at you and you understood faster than the disoriented man did. He pulled you in by the arms and you tilted your head so he had access to your neck. For the second time tonight, he pierced the skin with his fangs a bit more harshly this time and let the blood drip down to your collarbones. Like a flipped switch, Jongin was quickly lapping up the blood like he had been starved. It wasn't until after you flinched when you felt yourself slipping past the point of no return that he slowed down.

"That's enough Jongin, you're going to make her faint." Kyungsoo nudged him on the shoulder and broke him out of his hypnotic state.

Jongin sat back looking at the blood flow from your veins, not understanding what he's seeing. "W-what have I done?"

"I'm okay, you're okay. Kyungsoo saved you." You wrapped your arms around his shoulders trying to calm down his heavy breathing, the feeling being all too much for him. "Just relax, you're safe now."

He clung to your waist for a while, letting his heart rate slow down before he dared to move. If you asked him a few months ago what he’d be doing now, it definitely wouldn’t have anything to do with being a vampire. This changed so much for him, most importantly how now he was destined to live a life of eternity. But what about you? You were his top choice, his only choice. He wanted you and no one but you, yet your fates have changed in a matter of minutes.

He didn’t want to do it alone, of course Kyungsoo would be by his side like always but his wife, you were his everything. He wouldn’t pressure you, he wanted you to think about it on your own and make the decision for yourself, but god did he want it to happen soon if it were to happen at all. When he finally let go, his body felt normal, like it did just a week ago.

Breaking the silence with his voice felt like accepting the change so he opted for thanking Kyungsoo with a hug for now. He had so many questions, so many things he needed to know but right now he wanted to splash some cold water on his face as one last attempt at waking up from what felt like a dream.

Soon everything was back to its lively self, the sickness having ran its course. Jongin received much praise for how well he handled it on such short notice. His work was far from done, still he relished in his achievements and great performance.

You sat in the red and velvety chaise lounge with gold accents in Jongin’s study, Kyungsoo standing right by his side. They discussed further plans to deal with any similar situations with Kyungsoo being his newly appointed privy counselor.

You watched Jongin so closely now, curious if he’d go through any more changes or if all of Kyungsoo’s hard work would go down the drain. He reassured you saying, “don’t worry love, he’ll be just fine, his time isn’t running out any time soon” but you couldn’t let go of the thought of losing him, especially since you damn near witnessed it just a few nights ago.

You thought deeply about what he said, Jongin was no longer mortal, a perpetual promise of life. It wasn’t a new idea but now your mind couldn’t think of anything besides how scared you’d be dying alone. You had a daughter to worry about and a promise to keep to Jongin and if you were just as immortal, it would be easier to carry through.

“Bite me.” You say jolting from your seat.

Kyungsoo raised an eyebrow and chuckled, “What?”

“I want you to bite me too. I can’t be the only one here destined to my grave.”

He glanced over at Jongin who looked back at him. The taller man walks over to you and sits you in his lap.

“Are you sure you want this? I want you to be absolutely sure.” The stern look in his eyes almost made you shy away from your decision but there was nothing that would make you happier.

“I’m sure, I want to be your wife forever and I want our love to be imperishable.”

Kyungsoo walked over now and tilted your chin up, "You saw what Jongin went through, it's not easy. Even though it only lasted for 3 minutes, it feels like years." Jongin hummed in agreement behind you.

Every time you thought about your future, they were in it. Whether you were old or young, they were always there and you didn't want it any other way. As soon as you nodded, anxiety jumped in your nerves making it hard for you to not breathe heavily. The two men looked at each other as if silently making plans and Kyungsoo looked back down at you.

"If you're really sure about this, you need to relax."

As he finished his sentence, Jongin left open mouth kisses to your neck and just below your ear. If this was their plan to get you to relax, it definitely wasn't working. You were already so worked up and they barely did anything. Jongin was at your mouth, tongue exploring inside like he was searching for something and Kyungsoo kissed every inch of exposed skin as he removed your clothes.

All three of you were completely naked within a matter of minutes. Kyungsoo crouched down and threw your legs over his shoulders. His lips were hasty, moving up your inner thighs to eventually land on your pelvis. The little kisses up your stomach gave you butterflies. He joined Jongin at your neck, sucking, licking and biting, prepping the area for what's to come. His fingers were back between your legs and the other had his hands massaging your breasts.

"Are you ready love?" Jongin asks behind you and when you whimper in response, the fangs you were accustomed to sent a surge of pain through your neck.

It felt like hours before they released their grip, the feeling of cold running through your veins making your consciousness slip from you. It was almost scary how fast you were blacking out like they slyly injected anesthesia. Everything soon faded to darkness, you were in a pit of nothingness, floating endlessly. You reached out for stability, anything that made you feel safe, yet you were left grabbing thin air. A bright white light caught your attention, calling you closer.

When you felt within arms reach, it changed to red and your body was viciously pulled down. Now you were falling with nothing to hold onto and apparently nothing to land on. You were suddenly aware of the sharp pain in your neck, feeling much worse than you've ever felt before. It was excruciating and that said a lot as you knew of the pain of childbirth. As hard as you tried to bring a hand up to your neck to bring some relief, your limbs were nowhere to be found. You were falling faster and the pain only got worse to the point that it was hard to find the air in your lungs. You were choking; gasping for any gust of oxygen.

Just as you felt your body make a "crash landing", your eyes opened to you being in Kyungsoo's arms, your legs settled in Jongin's lap. You understood now how you weren't living your life to the fullest. The enhanced sensations were enough to make you believe in magic, you felt spellbound. You've never seen things so clearly, heard things so easily, smelled things so deeply. It was overwhelming nevertheless but the flood of thirst overpowered it all. You tried swallowing the little saliva you had left to hopefully coat your tongue. You sat up, getting nestled in between the two observing men.

"Come here." Kyungsoo pulled you more into his lap, rubbing your cheek with his thumb.

He offered his neck to you, ready to be victim to your first feeding. So when your teeth sank into his neck and this first drop of blood hit your tongue, it became clear just how easily he could have let his mind go blank and drink to his heart's desire all those times he gave in to his fierce impulses. You didn't have that type of self control just yet, gulping down the large amounts of the red liquid. He didn't push you away and you knew he wouldn't. He'd let you leave him with nothing but the feeling of contentment from you being the last thing he gets to lay his eyes on before he closed them for eternity. You hesitantly broke away, blood dripping from the sides of your mouth.

"Satisfied?" The look in his eyes was dark and surrounded in a lusty haze. He licked from where the drop ended on your neck and up to your lips where he swiped a tongue over them to slip it into your mouth. He sucked on your tongue to get the remainder and admittedly the action had you throbbing.

Everything felt so much more intense in this state, your senses awakened in the best way possible. Everything you craved from lust to hunger ate away at you down to the bone. He pushed his thumb past your lips and watched you through hooded lids as you sucked like you wanted the skin to fall off. Jongin was at your back, licking up your spine and came to bite down on your shoulder. Has pain always felt this good?

You moaned out a breathy "fuck" when Kyungsoo slowly played over your clit. "Good girl, that's it. Let us take care of you."

He leaned back and lifted you right over his eager dick. A moan fell past your lips as you eased down his length and he thrust up the rest of the way. The grip on your hips was sure to leave bruises tomorrow. Jongin slid a hand up the nape of your neck and gathered your hair within it and yanked your head toward him, making your back arch. He captured your lips in a sloppy kiss, frantically moving to your jaw and back. The man under you reached the deepest parts of you with the angle you gave him and you were clenching onto your sanity.

"Couldn't handle the thought of not having this forever my darling?" Jongin's breath was hot against your ear, sending shivers down your spine and to your core. "I wouldn't have been able to live without this pussy either."

He snaked an arm around your waist to taunt your clit with his fingers. The pleasure was immense, the salacious sounds being the perfect addition. Kyungsoo pulled out as he reached his orgasm and laid all the way back to bring you higher on his chest. Jongin took the opportunity to push into you without warning and set a merciless pace.

"You're so beautiful love, you're so perfect." Kyungsoo's praises made your head spin. "Be a good girl and cum while I'm watching."

Your walls fluttered against Jongin and he came within seconds. "Don't let it go to waste..." you craned your neck to look at him and you could feel his dick twitch inside you.

He slowly pulled out and watched his cum drip out of your swollen pussy. He used two fingers to fuck it back into you, following your directions. You all calmed down from your high and rested on the long chair; you on Kyungsoo's chest and Jongin using your butt as a pillow.

"Don't forget, we're yours until the end of time." Jongin spoke from his position behind you before quickly falling asleep.

You smirked against Kyungsoo's chest. "Will you stay this time my love?" You looked up at him with heavy lids, hoping he'd answer before you fell asleep.

"Well there's no need to rush, we have always and forever."

You looked forward to it, having your three, soon to be four favorite people in your life for as long as time went on. Though the journey had some rough patches, you finally made it. To the time that you wished for almost two years ago, when you thought you'd lose both men you've come to love.

cr to kgymz for divider

Y’all would never believe how many times I lost connection while writing this 🥲

#kyungsoo smut #exo smut #exo kyungsoo #exo do #exo do kyungsoo #exo kai #exo #exo jongin #vampire #kyungsoo x reader #kyungsoo x you #jongin #jongin smut #kai smut

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cloveroctobers · 9 months

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PAUL CHO — summer prompts 🍋

A/N: let’s give it up for our beloved himbo, paul 👏🏽 beef is relatively a good show minus that disgusting being that shouldn’t be welcomed back next season. I was just happy to see Steven in more work and was definitely checked in. Although the posts are now dry in the beef tag, especially for Paul! I’m still going to drop this and head out. The Cho bros deserve some love and something easy, although this is mainly Paul focused! The point still stands ☝🏾

PROMPTS from here + using: i. one passes out from heat stroke & ii. 3AM convenient store run for slushies and snacks.

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Paul knew that the both of you shouldn’t have been outside today. He was perfectly fine being locked up in his empty apartment, streaming live on twitch for income with the AC and fans on full blast. However he let you, his best friend persuade him to get out of the house.

Being locked up in the house became a routine after everything went down. Paul didn’t want anyone inside of the apartment, including his own parents who spent their time in a motel while they waited around wishing and praying on Danny’s well-being. Paul cut most of his other friends off and fell into a dark space as everything that unfolded began to truly settle in.

It wasn’t until you came along, threatening and ready to break the door down did Paul let you in. Even if you weren’t talking, he still sorta enjoyed your company since the apartment felt lonely and stuffier than usual.

Despite the warnings of the heatwave, which made news that it would be approaching the city a week prior, you thought it was a good idea to head out to the pier on a early Saturday afternoon.

The both of you took the hour and in a half ride out to the pier, with you driving Danny’s rusted truck since your 2008 Mitsubishi was in your cousin’s shop with its radiator being worked on. The ride was peaceful enough, with the stereo on blast and the windows down but talking about what transpired was Paul’s boundary that you respected while you still came around.

You hoped he would too.

The sun was roasting down on the both of you as you trailed along the deck, a few people were also walking but not much: one woman with an umbrella who carried on in the opposite direction, a elderly man with a bucket hat on was up ahead by the edge fishing, and a family was tending to each other as the mom attempted to soothe her screaming baby who seemed to be upset that their maybe five year old brother smacked their now melting ice cream to the ground, the father seemed to be hiding his laughter with his own ice cream while he kept a tight grip on the leash of their fluffy white dog, until his wife started fussing him out.

Paul watched them for a moment on your way by, even turning over his shoulder to continue watching them while he held onto a yellow slushie, and you were right beside him with your water filled tumbler that you barely took a sip out of.

“The big brother looks like a turd,” Paul comments as he turns back to face your direction.

You shrugged, “I would have yanked my sister by the edges if she did me like that on this hot ass day.”

“He’ll learn.” Paul answers with a small grin by his lips.

He suddenly stops and hands his passion fruit slushie to you, “Hold this for a sec, I’m taking my shirt off. It’s seriously sticking to my stomach.”

Stopping you take the beverage as Paul swiftly yanks his shirt over his head, and throws it over his shoulder before the both of you carry on walking, “That’s better.”

“Did you even put sunscreen on?”

“Of course I did. You only reminded me thirteen hundred times this morning.”

“I mean on your torso, smart ass.” You motioned while Paul glanced downwards and hummed thinking about it.

“Uh…I didn’t think about that. Maybe I would have considered it if we went to a nude beach,” he smirks and bumps his shoulder with yours.

Scoffing you stop walking and reach out to pull on his wrist. Paul turns to you as your now searching your Prada mini backpack for the aerosol free sunscreen.

Paul gives you a look, “really?”

“Yes, really. You are not getting a sunburn on my watch, bestie. I don’t want to hear you bitch and moan about it later. Now be thankful I care and turn around.” You whirled your finger around, while cradling your tumbler underneath your arm and against your stomach as you shook the can about.

Paul rolls his eyes with a sigh before doing so and says, “I better not catch you looking at my ass.”

“Oh, brother.” You mockingly gag while Paul laughs.

You get to work spraying the sunscreen all over his back, hands feeling hot against Paul’s slightly sticky skin, rubbing the white residue in before gripping his shoulder to spin him around to spray his front.

“Go ahead, I’ve always known you wanted to cop a feel.”

“Nope! You’re gonna do that yourself since you want to act like a pig.” You mockingly give him a smile before twisting the can and shoving it into Paul’s hands.

Paul’s laughing as he did the honors and bites down on his bottom lip, “is this doing it for you?”

“You’re nasty,” you scrunched up your nose before throwing the sunscreen back into your expensive bag which was your first big purchase all on your own due to finding your place in the cam career field, “and I’m strongly considering karate kicking you in the throat.”

“Hey! You’re supposed to be hyping me up.”

He began to flex and pose on the pier. Sunlight hitting him just right along with the gold chain around his neck as his tawny skin shined underneath the rays.

“Not when you do douchebag things, babes.” You snapped and pointed at him before you walked away.

Paul’s getting a kick out of annoying you, it’s his thing. Always has been since the both of you went to high school together with you transferring from the east coast sophomore year. It wasn’t a instant thing of being friends, he just knew you since you were basically a friend of a friend’s sister’s new friend. He didn’t know how you did it being friends with his friend’s friend’s sister since she was a know-it-all who eventually ending up working in real-estate according to Facebook.

Imelda “Melly” Alcantara.

She ended up switching up on you senior year by trying to accuse you of flirting with her no good boyfriend that nobody in the friend group liked. He got handsy with you, legit tried to get up underneath your skirt at the lunch table but she only saw one side of it despite her twin brother telling her off and ready to throw hands at her smug boyfriend. Paul always suspected that Nimuel had a crush on you which you denied (he had quite a few girlfriends, some upper and under class throughout the years—basically he was in and out of relationships but all his exes had to say was, “he’s too sweet.”) once the both of you became close.

It would have been interesting to see where Nimuel ended up, since he was the only one that promised to keep in touch with the both of you out of the group. The both of you lost him not long after graduating, one day before his eighteenth birthday to a drunk driver.

Losing anyone is painful but losing someone you thought and wanted to be around forever is a indescribable feeling. You start to think about the what if’s and play the last memory you had of them along with the good ones. The light of the world dimmed a bit that night and that’s probably one of the reasons why you and Paul held on a little tighter to your friendship.

“You actually look like you need the sunscreen more than me,” Paul tells you as he peeks over at you, faintly remembering how hot your skin felt against his back. The sunscreen had to do something about that right? Paul thought.

The both of you were approaching the end of the pier where the seagulls squawked on and fled the closer you got. The sea smelled like salt and seaweed as the turquoise waves rolled underneath your feet, sparkling like diamonds with each way the rays hit the water.

“Hm.”

Your head seemed to pulsate a bit, along with a throbbing pain that started right after. Leaning against the banister, there was a smile that appeared on Paul’s face as he slurped down the rest of his slushie. The sea was kinda therapeutic and shit if you thought about it, Paul thought to himself while your thoughts were placed on mute.

He began speaking randomly about the water but nothing he said was heard. You fell to your right, tumbler clunking to the floor while you now lay on your side. Paul’s eyes are wide in confusion; it takes him seconds to spring up once he realizes it’s you on the ground. If it were any other time he would have assumed you tripped or something, you were kinda clumsy which is why you never made it on the cheerleading team (or step) with your other friend from the friend group, Shaina Kaylock.

Last Paul knew, she was studying to be a doctor and was all grins as she completed her bachelors that she posted on Instagram which was also her circular profile pic. She was always kinda spacey, loved to do shrooms, and was definitely a horse girl so Paul honestly assumed she would be a vet maybe instead of studying to be a whole oncologist.

A doctor’s a doctor right? Paul kinda wished Shaina was here right now you know? Since you just decided to take a nap on him.

“Hey, what the hell? C’mon, stop playing around.” Paul bends and reached over to pull on your bare shoulder but it’s dead weight as you’re now on your back.

He feels his heart almost spike at this image and his breathing halts at the sight of you. He tossed his empty cup to the side now, down on his knees as he grips your jaw and lightly starts tapping on your face. You don’t flinch even when he starts putting more force into those taps. Paul doesn’t even see any specs of sweat by your hair line and your skin feels dry, which is also weird to him since he saw you applying more black girl sunscreen to your face not long after your Uber dropped you off with a pocket mirror as your guide in his living room.

Your skin should at least feel tacky if not damp.

Paul was for sure not a doctor but this was terrifying to see. He’s screaming for help now but of course the pier is now empty before his eyes settle on a tumbler waiting to slide into the ocean. Careful Paul stretches his long limbs out for the bottle and snatches it towards him; he’s unscrewing the top and dumps some of the water on your face.

Still nothing.

Then it registers for him to check his pockets for his phone and he’s telling Siri to call 9-1-1 while his heart feels like it’s about to fall out of his ass.

A heat stroke.

You were so concerned about Paul not having any sunscreen on and you go and have a heat stroke on him.

The irony!

It’s five (if you could sync your thoughts with Paul, you’d tell him it’s nine but that would turn into a whole argument that you were not willing to waste your breath on) in the afternoon and your eyes are not the size of the moon since they’re still very much closed. Paul’s quietly entering back into the room and he notices that the cooling blanket that’s been on you since they loaded you into the ambulance has been removed.

Which means your shivering must have stopped.

Paul’s eyeing you as he listens to your heart rate, walking around your bed to place some snacks down onto the night stand. The minute he does take his eyes off you, Something to the right of him flings out in his direction making Paul jump.

“What the fuck?” His voice booms.

Your laughing while you pull your hand back to rest against your stomach, “gotcha!” You say before you fall into a coughing mess.

The scowl on Paul’s face turns to concern as he holds the slushie up to your lips, leaving you to take a sip and allow the blueberry slush to melt in your mouth.

“Yeah, I see you’re doing somewhat better.” He places it back on the stand before pulling a chair closer to your bed.

Slowly blinking you say, “…where am I? Who are you?”

“This isn’t a joke. I thought it was over for you and you’re still not out of the woods yet so I’d knock it off if I were you.” Paul folds his arms in front of himself.

So serious, that one.

You already knew this since there was a nurse who was in here not too long before Paul came back. She removed the blanket once there was no shivering and told you they were waiting on your urine test along with some other stuff you forgot, considering you were half-awake. You were sure the doctor would be back whenever since you hardly got any sleep in this kind of place.

“Oh-Kay then Paul, what did you bring me?”

Paul rolls his head to the side as he peeks at the snacks he went out and got for you. He knew how much hospital food sucked taking into account the one night he stayed up here with Danny, telling him exactly how he’s made him feel and that sure he’s wanted him out of his life but that didn’t mean Paul wanted his big brother dead.

He wasn’t sure what the nature of their relationship would be once he woke up and Paul was sure his parents would want them to mend it. However he was tired of his parents wanting him to sweep shit under the rug and ignoring the problem. It was time for Paul to do his own shit, for real this time.

Being in the same hospital Danny laid in was making Paul uneasy and you joking about your health without knowing the end result was making Paul triggered honestly. He’s also saw Amy on his way in but he didn’t want to bring that up either.

“I’ve got all your favorites. I didn’t want you to starve in here, your options are: mambas, sea salt and olive oil popcorn, lemon zing pistachios, or chocolate orange crips.” He blinks back over to you.

You reach for the crisps but Paul smacks your hand down, “I got you, relax.”

He pops the bag open for you while you hold your hand out for the snack. You waste no time slapping the orange crisps into your mouth and hum while exhaling in content, eyes closed.

Paul sniffs at the snack and pops one into his mouth, “it better be worth it for the price I paid for these.”

He shrugs after tasting it before tossing it up into your lap before folding his arms along the edge of the hospital bed. He places his chin on top of his clasped hands while you happily eat your snack before focusing on the energy of the room.

“We’re gonna be alright, kid. What did Bob tell us on the ride up to the pier?”

“I don’t want to quote fucking Bob Marley right now.”

“Well…” you clutched your pearls, “this is my message to you-o-o: thanks for the snacks and being here.”

Paul’s eyes are on yours now, “where else would I be? I’m not going anywhere.”

You shush him, “just take my love and don’t question it.”

“Fine…only if you agree to make out with me.”

“And he’s back! Over.” You respond into a makeshift walkie.

Paul winks just as you poke his cheek with a tired smile. He sits up after awhile, watching the profile of you as you seem to be okay and worked up a appetite when you probably needed more fluids on top of the IV in your left hand right now. You were always stunning to Paul no matter the stage and he almost passed out himself when you stood up from the couch in that tube dress you had on earlier.

Yet he had to keep his composure because you were simply his best friend. Although it slipped out sometimes and you brushed it off as mere flirting majority of the time, there were truths behind a good portion of Paul’s past statements. Putting the shallowness aside, he always admired how you were able to adjust to any situation and if the situation required for you to have a moment, you allowed it to be felt and picked yourself up just to carry on. You were also very nurturing which provided balance to Paul’s tenderness.

“I don’t know…you okay over there Pauly Wally? You’re looking like you’re a little bit in love.” You joke.

I might be.

Paul snorts instead and uses his fingers to close your eyes for you, “I think you need another nap.”

You laugh just as a knock is heard at the door. Both of your eyes turn to the door as Paul’s hand drops to rest against the one that just hid the crips behind your pillow. The both of you feel your lips twitch as the doctor enters the room, one of your fingers lifting to intertwine with Paul’s as the doctor is ready to deliver some news while the heat continues to steam outside.

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Continue along with my summer anthology prompts here.

#Spotify #beef #beef netflix #Paul Cho #Paul Cho x reader #Paul Cho x black! reader #Danny Cho #amy lau #young mazino #summer prompts #summer prompt #queued

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unknownbyme · 7 months

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~ A Christmas secret ~ Part 1

Summary: Preparations for Christmas is taking place, Y/N and her sisters are in charge of everything. Y/N has more than one mission this year, she just hopes a sneaky shadow dosen't sneak too much. Warnings: None Word count: 1212

A chilling winter wind blew by Velaris, Y/N thightend her scarf around her neck as she strode through the streets with just one goal in mind; roasted chestnuts. The winter months were always celebrated in Velaris with markets, lights and bonfires spread across the city. The city truly never slept. The first snowflakes had started falling in last night, and Velaris had gone into a frenzy quickly setting up their markets with various foods and clothes.

A voice stopped her in the middle of her walk through the streets, ’’Mam would you like to try another scarf?’’ a vendor asked as she strode by. She looked over to the big display of scars and gloved in various colors and sizes that he offered. Her hand went to touch the scarf around her neck, it had truly seen better days. Dull in colors and threads hanging loose, she couldn’t really part ways with it just yet. Some memories still clung to it from her time in the human lands. She let her eyes room the scars and her eyes landed on a dark gray wool scarf with small threads of marine blue woven into at random, it reminded her of a certain Illryan.

The winter solstice and christmas were coming up and gifts were a must. ’’I would like this one, and the one with dark green, could you wrap up the gray one? It’s a gift but do not tell anyone’’ she smiled as she whispered to the man. His hair had thinned out on the sides of his face but his facial features still showed of the man he once was. The man only laughed a little and began wrapping up the gift. Paying the vendor, she wished him a happy winter time.

Smilling to herself Y/N tightened her grip on the bag, her first christmas and winter solstice that she would be able to spend with the inner cirlce would take commence this year. Work had driven her away the previous years, far away from Prythian. She thought back to the time her family would spend Christmas back in the human lands, when their mother was still alive and well. The manor was always adorned to the fullest in christmas decorations and the manor always smelled like christmas due to the endless cooking. This year the house of wind would be the same, Feyre had insisted that they cook and bake together as well as decorate a tree together.

All four sisters had to be part of it, Elain loved the idea and had already started planning out the decorations. Nesta had chuckled and said something along the lines of ’’I will only be a part of this stupid decorating if Feyre makes those chocolate chestnut cookies’’, that had driven Y/N out from the house today. She knew of the endless chestnuts that she needed to buy in order for all of them to bake enough cookies for the inner circle and more, also knowing that Cassian would consume more than enough to last him for a week.

Y/N hade put in a request for an extra set of cookies to bring with her to the orphanages in Velaris. She knew the children would love the cookies together with a hot choco, Y/N had also planned for some activities with all of the children.

The smell of sugar and seasoned potatoes filled her nose and her thoughts came back to her. The snowflakes had gotten thicker but still fell in a slow motion down. ’’That looks heavy, would the lady be in need of a bag holder perhaps?’’, the voice spooked Y/N to the core and she jumped, her grip loosening on the bag with the scarfs. Azriel had been the source, his left hand grabbed her right and his right hand took a hold of the bag before it fell to the ground. Y/N noticed how his eyes trailed from her to the bag, her thoughts gathered quickly and she reached for the bag as she managed to get her footing back, the bag she clutched close to her chest. ’’No peeking you sneaking shadow’’, the male smiled and let go of her, he had held on longer than needed. ’’Not even one tiny look?’’

’’Absolutely not, I have a secret gift’’. His eyebrows raised and a smirk grew on his lips. ’’To whom?’’. Y/N looked at Azriel, his golden brown eyes shone in the snow, the snowflakes clinged to his midnight hair, giving it the appearance of a starry sky. He wore his usual leathers, he most have come back from work. ’’Mind your own business’’ she said as she gave him a smile, her feet began moving again and she nudged Azriel with her. The male followed and went to walk by her right side. ’’I heard about yours sisters' plans for the house, the decorating and the cooking. Will you take part in anything?’’, ’’Of course, christmas is and will always be my favorite time of the year, the decorating and cooking is a must. It makes me happy seeing my sisters gather together. Besides it has been a long time since I could celebrate it with them.’’ Azriel nodded in understanding and turned his head to look at YN, ’’So what’s in the bag? Who is your secret santa?’’

‘’You are asking to many questions Azriel, as the shadowmaster shouldn't you already know the answers?’’ He smiled at her implication but was quick to answer. ’’I do not secretly snoop around the people I care the most for’’. YN had to thank the mother for the cold snowy winds that had reddend her cheeks already, if not the, blush would be at full display. She threw her gaze forward and tried to lock her eyes at the chestnut stand not to far away, her mind was in a frenzy and she couldn't seem to form words, in need of a change of topic she asked the shadowsinger ’’When will you and your brothers have your annual snowball fight? I would love to be a spectator this year’’, it was Azriel’s time to try to hide his blush, ’’Don’t call it that, it’s our annual fight to the death and nothing else’’ she could hear the laugh that left him and she laughed at that. ’’Oh yes of course, the ohh so deadly snowball fight to the death with the mighty shadowsinger, warlord and highlord of the night court. Look at how I quiver in your presence'’. Y/N made a gesture of looking frightened and faked a faint as she put her hand to her forehead.

Azriel’s laughed could be heard and she looked to him, to see Azriel laughing from the stomach. Eyes squinted and teeth on full display as his hand reached for his eyes to wipe away a tear. He tried to gain his composure and turned to Y/N, ’’Come now fair maiden, the mighty shadowsinger shall escort you to wherever you are going’’. So they made their way towards the chestnut stand, Y/N clutched her bag harder to her chest, she felt a warm feeling enveloping her and a thought crossed her mind that this would be a truly wonderful christmas.

#acotar #azriel #azriel shadowsinger #acotar x reader #azrielxreader #writers #acomaf #a court of thorns and roses #Azriel shadowsinger #azriel x you #azriel imagine

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belle--ofthebrawl · 1 year

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Tagged by @anotherghoul666. Thank you for the tags in the games! I only have time for this one tonight. Hopefully I have energy for the Music Era one tomorrow.

Relationship status: Does a work wife who also wingmans for me count? She's awful at it. Scares everybody off because she gets jealous and then tells me it's my fault for being weird. (We love and support work wife. She's my drug dealer now. She buys me edibles.) We both thought the other was weird and stuck up until we were forced to spend time together and now we're forbidden from ever working together again :(

Favorite color: Blue since childhood, but you know, I took a look around the other day and everything is pink. I like all colors I guess. (Except blaze orange in clothing TOBIAS PLEASE RELEASE THE SECRETS OF THE MUSE DESIGN ON SOMETHING BLACK OR GRAY OR EVEN WHITE. I WANT IT SO BAD BUT NOT IF IT'S ORANGE.)

Song stuck in my head: Zenith - Ghost

Last song I listened to: Kuro no Liliana (melancholia) - Shikata Akiko

Three favorite foods: Steak (cooked bleu if possible, usually as rare as is safe), sushi/sashimi and roasted veggies. Also, I'm halfway through a barrel of UTZ's cheese balls.

Last thing I googled: "Phedre Mark". From the book Kushiel's Dart by Jacqueline Carey. which I highly recommend if you like intrigue and bdsm. Wonderful series, but I've only read the first trilogy. Anyway, I was thinking about getting it for my first tattoo but who knows.

Dream trip: We're mostly ex-Catholics in the fandom, right? Anybody familiar with World Youth Day? Some big celebration every three years where the pope invites "the youth of the world" to celebrate Mass with him in person (incredibly sus). My church fundraised (I had to work stupid church events for three years) and sent our youth group on a month long gallivant across Europe with groups from two other churches and it SUCKED ASS. All that architecture and food and oh, so many sights and sounds and we couldn't stay at all! A day or two at most in each city because our itinerary was so packed. Don't get me started. And we all hated each other by the end of it but negativity was a sign of the devil so. No venting. A perfect place for a bunch of 10-18 year olds and their chaperones/parents. Boys and girls weren't allowed to mingle, but... 👀. (The stories I have about American Christian modesty versus European beaches...)

I would do that trip again just to take everything in properly. Slowly. Without praying three times a day and every time we "came across sin". (Bus drove through a "red light district" on accident once and I still crack up at that memory) So...Iceland, France, Spain and Portugal. I'd want to take a year. Three months in each place, minimum. (Also one time I stole a smut book from a bar the 18 year olds brought me to and had to pray the rosary for like, an hour straight when they did luggage checks after dinner. It clearly worked.)

Anything I want: A winning lottery ticket to a truly obscene amount of money. That would give me the way to really get everything I want which is far too numerous to be listed here. Failing that, some hostess cupcakes. Which I'm eating right now. Lovely! It seems I'm destined to always get my heart's desire. See what manifestation and affirmations can do?

#long post #Sorry. I got a little talkative. If you read all that then thank you!

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wouldnt-it-be-hilarious-if-i · 1 year

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Adding this song to the list of songs I'd like sung to me one day

Thinking a lot about this girl (me, circa 2011/2012) tonight.

I was the cringiest person on the planet, but I love that girl. She was so angry and silly and immature, and I just want that energy back. I want the ability to feel rage again and to stand up for myself. I mean, I PELTED a boy with my unused pads! I hopped a desk to beat a boy's ass because he called a girl that I did not like ugly! I cussed people out on the regular and roasted them on sight! I kicked a girl in the back of the knees and made her slam down against the pavement once when she said her little brother could call my brother the N word if he wanted because that's probably exactly what he was!

But I also wrote out the funniest diary entries. I planned mine and my crush's wedding out to the minutest detail: The flowers, the venue, the dress, the colors, the theme. I drew pictures. I wrote the headings out in different colored markers. I drew myself as Rapunzel and wrote captions begging for my prince. I wrote that boys were bad, and then in all caps wrote that I like that.

Once, I wrote a poem for my crush and read it in class. He was in that class, and I looked him directly in the eye and read it to him. When he laughed at me and asked if I wrote it for him, everyone laughed with him until I said, "Don't flatter yourself. I'd never waste my time writing about you." But I did! I absolutely did write about him and truly thought if I read him a poem declaring my love for him in class, he would magically love me back. He did, but he didn't admit it until the end of the year after I moved.

I followed boys around in elementary school taking notes on their character to see if they worthy of my time and if they aligned with my values. One time, a boy asked my brother if he could ask me to stop watching him practice for basketball because me taking notes on him was creeping him out a little. Like, y'all, I had no awareness of social cues whatsoever. I just did this. I'd fill whole journals with my notes.

I would give anything to know what happened to those journals because I just know the notes were funny.

One time, my friend and I went on a field trip when we were in the 5th grade and we convinced ourselves that the surprise guest they kept telling us about was Justin Bieber. We were insane. There was absolutely no reason for us to think this. But when they started to announce who the guest was, the arena we were in, which housed almost all the elementary schools in the area (this was in Hawaii), was dead silent. And we both got so fucking excited and gaga over this guy that we both jumped up and started screaming and dancing, "WE LOVE YOU JUSTIN!!!!!!!!!!!!"

And then the announcer announced some guy???? We were both immediately embarrassed. I remember sitting down and both of us just covering our faces with our hands until everyone looked away. A few years later, when the Justin Bieber movie came out where he was talking about his life, I went with a friend and we wore Justin Bieber everything and squealed uncontrollably whenever he came on the screen. And then we fought over who was going to marry him.

And you know the brand Little Miss Matched?

This one?

The entire point of the brand is that nothing matches and it's supposed to be super zany and unique. I discovered them in New York and begged my parents for as many pairs as they would buy me. They got me several, and I wore them. Every. Single. Day. I was twelve. I wore these to school and around the house. I wore tutu's to school with combat boots and fake nerd glasses and my makeup never looked good ever.

At my school, we used to take used, unwashed chip bags and make bows out of them and put them in our hair. It was camp. I remember one time, I wanted to show school spirit during spirit week and I wrote out the mascot on my face in eyeliner while looking in the mirror. A girl who became one of my best friends ended up telling me that the word was backward before anyone else had the chance to see. Love her.

That was dumb shit. I was best friends with all my teachers. I loved my art teacher because she told me that I was the only tolerable child she had in any of her classes and my art was always so creative. I used copious amounts of glitter and gems on everything. My lit teacher and I used to talk about my goals to read all the classics I could before high school, and she would recommend poetry to me. She made me feel like a queen because I knew the psychological term for a fear of being without your phone.

When Mindless Behavior was big, I nearly fought a girl who told me that Ray Ray was hers. I made edits and devoted whole albums on my Facebook to these guys (and to Justin Bieber). I sobbed when Miley Cyrus and Nick Jonas broke up, and I secret shipped Fiona and Imogen on Degrassi when they fell for each other. I used to use words like "salutations" and say terms and idioms that everyone laughed at me for. I'd ask philosophical questions during math class, "What if the Christian God is just like the Greek Gods? If our God is the god of everything, and there are individual Gods of certain things with the Greek Gods, that means that our God could be just like the other gods. He just has all their powers in one place." To which they answered, "What the hell are you talking about? There's only one God." They just weren't on my level *flips hair*

I've caught myself reverting back to this girl in the last few months. Listening to the music that she did. Not caring so much about the way I dress and present myself. Writing fanfiction again and posting it.

I just love this girl, this version of me, so much. I know how much she cried, and I know how hurt she was. I know how badly she needed help and how often she cried out for it and was ignored. I know what she went through and the way she was treated. I know how hard it was for her to fit in because she just couldn't get herself to mask in a way that would allow her to fit in. She always did things a little bit wrong. Always misread situations just slightly. Was always using language in the wrong context.

But I also know that she's still friends with her friends from middle school, and that they always have kind things to say about that girl. I know that my room was carefully covered from wall to wall in posters of all my favorite celebrities from Teen Bop and Tiger Beat magazines. I know that she used to try the crafts from American Girl magazine, and that she loved to read about every celebrity's life. I know that she used to explore the woods and pretend she was a princess or a witch. I know that she left out offerings to fairies until she was thirteen, and that she made spells under the moonlight, and hit her nephew (he's two years younger) with the back of a rake and knocked him down the stairs by accident when he kept jumping into the same pile of leaves that he had just heard her dad threaten to beat her ass over.

I know how much she hated herself. But all these things about her are what I miss the most. I miss her inability to fit in because it protected her from a lot. I miss her inability to read and interpret social cues because it means that she didn't process just how deep a lot of the hate for her went. I miss her lack of awareness, her freedom, her drive to live her own life on her own terms even if it meant putting on makeup at school and changing her clothes to something she liked after she left home. If she wanted to wear lip gloss, she would make it happen. She was so fierce and angry and tough and funny and full of life. She had no chill whatsoever and embarrassed herself at any given moment.

When did I stop getting angry? When did I stop fighting back for myself? Why did I stop?

I miss her. I miss her so much and I admire and love her. I don't care how cringey and weird and funny she was. She is a part of me, and every day, I strive to give back to her just as much as I give back to little Brooklyn.

In 2023, I want to go back to her.

#Spotify

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dumbbitchfrommars · 5 months

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im tired... too tired to write but smart enough to know i need to write these thoughts down before i forget them.

so much has happened in the last few days. the last week, even. it feels like weeks have gone by.

i am so blessed, lucky and thankful for my friend. she is the most perfect taurus and completely aligned with me to bounce off my energy and listen and understand and hear me and be able to have fun with me ! look at us go. truly manifested the female friendship id been craving for years.

the naughty side of me has been awakened. the devil has been brought out by a dirty, nasty libra man. and im not angry at it and im not embarrassed by it one bit. i actually embraced it and had so much fun with it. and its so unlike me and its so unlike the others before him. he was crazy but focussed on me in exactly the ways i needed him to, too. even when the first time i didnt finish, i didnt top him, and he didnt really top me either. he didnt even finger me for long. but my god... the positions. the placements. the kissing my feet on his hands and knees. sucking on my toes, the strategic placement of my legs and knees and feet. and somehow knowing how to hit the right spots when he was twice my size. like standing his hips were at the top of my rib cage. INSANE. giant, giant beautiful man. the sheer size of his thighs. i cant handle it. i cant even believe it was real life!

i was calling him a slut but look at me gushing over him, when the sex wasnt even that amazing. its like he was edging me. didnt want me to come knowing he wouldnt too? he didnt make me give him head the second time either. i guess it was considerate since the first time he did and went as far as filming him face fucking me with my hands behind my back. and restraining my wrists with his legs will i was riding him?! i actually cannot.. i cannot handle it.

its all just fun and games for the both of us. thats what i liked. it was transactional for both of us. we both care just enough, we both connected just enough, but we were both completely hungry and horny enough to make it easy and playful. he threw me around! like my one dream, and as a tiny little girl its kind of insane it had taken this long to happen. he loved every part of my body. i dont appreciate the comments about my butt but he obviously liked it. im slim thick and tiny. he would be carrying me and fucking me in front of the mirror and i would misjudge the height i was at when hed put me on the ground to change positions. like i had literally climbed a tree of a man. i cant. I CANT!

he was just so perfectly playful, annoying and teasing in the way i like. like stupid on purpose, so i can be mean to him. i love bullying men. but in a playful, flirty way. SO FLIRTY! who knew it was so hard to come by guys like that, people like that. cause i know part of why he was so obsessed with me was because i matched his energy so well. at the end of the day its all about ENERGY! and we matched well. and combined with that, we were both sexy fucking humans. and he had tattoos! he had everything ive been wanting. bare minimum, i know. but those tattoos were so delicious. i will never see tattoos on light skin in the same way. they were borderline not there because his skin was so dark. and i love it. it was like a little extra something something. and the one on his rib was beautiful. they were all beautiful. im so thankful he was so doting and loving on me so i couldnt feel insecure about my own body. i feel like he was unintentionally roasting me too though, trying to be flirty. something about my toes??? im not sure. but he obviously liked them enough to suck on them. so.

anyway. i just cannot stop thinking about this experience. i probably wont stop thinking about it for weeks, months even. as much as i love to read my bridgerton, sometimes i just love the idea of some sexy nasty fucking. he came so much on my back. he gave me HICKEYS! he read my energy and did what i liked. its not even that hard for him. proof hes a fucking hoe. but hes also somewhat committed to me.. or just getting me back in his city to play with me again. i was like his little barbie doll to play with, literally. putting his clothes on me, gifting me his shirt and sunnies, asking me to say i love him? and sayin it himself? and the constant calling. this man... hes a red flag. hes got some kind of commitment issues for certain. but i read him for filth too. somehow he enjoyed me being genuinely pissed off with him. stupid drunk boy. completely different energies when hes sober vs drunk.

anyways. i was pmsing too and he dragged me away from my friends... or did he? did they encourage me to go? no point wondering about it, anyway. i wonder if he wanted her instead tho... i will always wonder. i understand if he did. i would too. tbh, i would want a threesome with her. it could happen...

anyway. he texted me... i want to call him. i cant though, of course. the type of conversation id want to have would need to be private. isnt it odd how a little while ago i was harrassed in my car down the street from my home? now i dont feel safe going back there. this city is so strange.

maybe my sister will move back home. everything will change if that happens. for some reason i get the feeling she will come back and the other will leave. it seems like that is in gods plan. or... me? plus i have my car. interrestingngngnggngn

so... what now? (please read in azealias voice). realistically, even though i do genuinely like him and he genuinely likes me, were from two different cities and wont see eachother again until im back in god knows how long. and its expensive to be flying or driving over there for visits a lot. this is a waste of energy i thnk. im just gonna roll with it. the most likely scenario is that one of us gets bored (probably me) or hurt (probably me, if hes secretly playing around with lots of girls) and things just fizzle out in a messy way that ruins the vibes we had together now. but tbh im okay with that. its the only way i learn my lesson about people. otherwise they keep wiggling their way back on half promises when i forget about their bad behaviour with time.

but honestly, i have a good feeling about him. he seems like an honest person. and whatever it is he's hiding, its nothing severe. its more something i can sense, like an insecurity. hes broke, hes immature, hes a bit of a mess. hes insecure about his appearance? i am too baby. youre good. i love feeling like this with a guy. like im in control but im not. i got the power, and hes obsessed with me and he wants me and hes open and honest with me just like i am. he sees my honestly and thinks - oh, she's safe, she's home, i can be myself with her. not - oh, she's good, i can lie to her and manipulate her easier cause she'll tell me exactly how she feels and what i need to tell her.

the main thing is if I want HIM. cause i do. but he does have weird eyes, and eyes are a big thing for me. wearing sunnies all the time wont cut it. and being broke is fine. but looking a mess in public with me wont do. hes a fashion boy tho. he a trendy ni$$a. but i digress.

UGH! i hope i can find someone that playful, flirty and doting here at home. i probably wont tho. thats okay. ive come to accept my worth being above the capacity of men here. theyre just a bit confused. their cute, confused puppies. the kind that only like their own kind too.. they can have them. i need me a POC. im officially closing for business with the pretty white boys. theyve done enough.

okay ive done enough talking shit. this has been fun!

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kkusuka · 3 years

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HQ poly Headcannons pt. 2

Poly Headcannons <3 part 1

pairs: Oikawa & Ushijima, Hanamaki & Matsukawa, Suna & Osamu, Kita & Aran, iwaizumi & Kyotani, and Oikawa & Kageyama

nsfw and sfw

Oikawa Tooru & Ushijima Wakatoshi

Sfw

This was an interesting match up

Considering the fact that Tooru can barely stand sharing you sometimes, they seem to make it work!

You were most likely Ushiwaka’s girlfriend, and Tooru just couldn't stand for that

Well at first he didn't really know that fact

He met you in the stans after an Alders game that he 100% wasn't there to spy on Toshi or to see how much better he got, no way

But luckily, you the beautiful angel of light, sat next to him to cheer for Waka’s team!

So after the game when Tooru was flirting with you and you completely ignored him to go to your boyfriend, Oikawa was more than let down

And you ignored him for the brick wall???? He just didn't understand.

Now he wanted you more than he did when he saw you, even more so that you belonged to the bastard Ushiwaka.

After almost 8 months of befriending you, he finally weaseled into your relationship! And Ushiwaka was so whipped for you he let it happen!

But at that point, he was so whipped for you that he didn't even care that they shared you!

Your guy’s dynamic is a bit twisted and hard to get a good understanding of.

Where Tooru makes it painfully aware to everyone that the two of you are dating, Wakatoshi is like a silent predator

He’s silent but deadly, and you’ve known him for far longer. That means he knows what you really like.

It's simple, he let’s tooru take you on extravagant dates and all that meaningless stuff.

But Ushiwaka is always there waiting at home to cuddle and watch a ton of movies with, he even lets you climb on him and cuddle him like a big teddy bear

Nsfw

This is one of the pairs that I think you're fucked in

It’s a silent competition of who can wreck you worse

Unlike some other Oikawa pairs, I truly believe that Oikawa would top

But Wakatoshi is also a top, a big man who has big needs

This ends up with you most likely with a two cocks one hole situation

If not that, it's the classic split roasts or Eiffel tower!

Oh to have Ushiwaka reaming you with Tooru in your mouth, yeah it's not as peaceful and soft as it sounds

But it’s still worth it

It starts softly! Then they go harder to try and beat the other! Then they really just treat you like a fleshlight.

Thankfully Tooru knows good aftercare techniques

But you still can’t walk for a while

“You can cum for me, show Toshi why you like better, go ahead”

“You stretch so good for me, even after Tooru’s turn, you're always so tight”

“Look at her little clit, did Ushiwaka not pay enough attention to it? That’s ok! Tooru’s gonna make it all better for you!”

Hanamaki Takahiro & Matsukawa Issei

sfw

Let's be real here, you met them at a spencers or a sex shop in a mall.

But it was a cute meetup!

After that, you guys just seemed to keep bumping into each other and became close friends

The initial relationship was started by Makki, he was the more open of the two so it made sense

And it’s been smooth sailing from then on

The amount of inside jokes you guys have is almost ridiculous, everywhere you go in the city you have a joke

You guys spend almost every waking moment with one another

One of their favorite things is to take you shopping, so you can do a little fashion show for them with anything you want to try on!

As in them make you try on revealing outfits for them

Dates normally would include random dinners at restaurants them a movie night/ sleepover

Like you guys would just stay up an fool around for hours on hours

They literally have no problems sharing and are always making sure you're perfectly ok with everything they do.

Nsfw

As expected you guys are very adventurous

Daddy Matsun got you and Makki covered

Well that's when Makki isn't trying to ream you into the couch

They both like toys, like a lot, a lot

Punishment is where the toys really shine, but you can't really call the toy punishment, punishment because you feel really good during it.

And it the most repeated thing you guys do

Mattsun’s the punishment dealer, so he’ll give you the biggest dildo that you guys have, no lube, he’ll tie your arms up and make you try to get down on it

BUT if he’s feeling a bit more punishing, he’ll set up a vibrator and set it to your little clit and turn it ALLLL the way up

But if that isn't enough, he will either let Makki in your ass, or the fuck machine will come out

They really love watching you try to get off, it does two things

1- it gives them new ideas

2- it shows how much you need them, and their cocks in your little aching holes

This lead to them having you wear plugs in public, which moved to wearing a vibrator

Sometimes, they make you wear a mask, but under the mask

(come here)

(closer)

They make you wear a ball gag under your mask

Good babies do what their daddies tell them too <3

“Look ‘Kawa, her hole is so tight she can barely fit both of us, just relax baby. They’ll get in, we’ll make sure of it”

“Makki, spread her legs wider, don't let her his from this”

“Don't make me gag you brat, you’re lucky Makki is in good mood, huh?”

Suna Rintaro & Osamu Miya

The way you got together was like love at first sight

For both of them too

You met Osamu first, you were seated next to him at an Italian cooking class

You guys had joked around and he was so impressed by your cooking that he got your number!

(he won't tell you but he had already sent pictures of you to Suna, and he was doing it allllllllll night)

He immediately invited you to Onigiri Miya, where you met Mr. Rintarou

Who was already practically in-love with you just from pictures.

You were clearly drawn to them, they were so cool!

They made a big scene of asking you out too

They both took you to one of the best restaurants in the city and had a private balcony dinner

After dessert they took both of your hands and asked you, in sync nonetheless, you do wonder how long it took for them to figure out how to do that

Clearly, you said yes, and that was the first of the many great memories you have with the two!

Since they both have pretty busy schedules they can't always come to you, so you go to them!

Even if they assured you that you didn't have to work, that never stops you from taking up shifts and Onigiri Miya on Monday and Fridays, (sometimes on Wednesdays if Osmau relents)

Even when you do work, you make time to make and bring Suna lunch every time he has all day practice

(you make them both lunch every day, but they can get it themselves, they are grown men, and you serve no one)

Traditional dates are less common, you guys mostly just like to hang out with each other

Like 3 am cooking challenges and asking to get ice cream from the shop down the road

You guys also, when you can, just spend hours cuddling in your bed or on the couch just in each other's arms

(can you tell i’m uwu-ing)

Nsfw

For having a busy schedule you guys sure do have time to fuck

A common theme is having Samu fuck you when Suna watches

God, watching you fall apart around his best friends dick will never get old, so so pretty when you're all fucked out and begging for him too

Sometimes hell have you suck him off, but he isn't unstable he can wait his turn~

Osamu works just as hard as he does, he has to let oust some stress and, you're just so good at making them feel better

Remember the cuddling?

Yes, that's a guise to cockwarm you, let them relax you always feel so good and today was s stressful

I can tell you saw this coming but, Suna likes to put whipped cream all over you, it gives him an excuse to eat you out for hours and Osamu and excuse to have you naked and able to eat as much whipped cream as he wants

Do they like double penn.?

Yes, very much so ma’am.

Just know that you are stuffed at any available moment they can manage

*cough* whipped *cough*

“look she’s grinding into like a circus whore huh ‘Samu? go harder”

“look into the camera baby, tell them all the things you’d love for them to do to you”

Iwaizumi & Kyoutani

This was an interesting one for sure

A senpais pretty girlfriend thing too

Iwaizumi knew Mad Dog had a crush on you before he did, and he did everything in his power to deny the accusation

The entire team could see how the second year was calm and behaved when you were around, so taking the high road

Iwaizumi came a with a plan: bring you and Kyotani as close as possible

All with consent firm you and knowing he was ok with anything that would happen

Suddenly inviting him to hang out with the two of you

Then it was letting him have you in his lap while you watch movies

And that progressed into letting him cuddle you after bad days, never without Iwa of course

Everyone on the team could tell the effects that it was having on him, he was calmer and easier to get along with.

He even started listening to Oikawa when he spoke, it was like a miracle.

And k\Kyotani finally got enough courage to tell you!

(you had pretty much known, but wanted him to say it himself)

Thus began what I would call that “Kyotani learns how to love” saga

Dates were first, they both took you to a small field of flowers to have a picnic and when it got dark out you guys set up a sheet and watched a movie!

For the both of them being temperamental, they got along really well

(mostly because Kyotani hangs off nay words you or Iwaizumi say)

You also make the both of them lunch and some afternoon snacks for practice!

(and if anyone who sees you guys, they’ll never mention how odd the two angry boys look next to their sweet little princess)

Nsfw

Sir Iwaizumi holds the torch

He’s the main dominant force, though Kyotani tries oh he does

Yeah, hate to say it but you bottom for them, every time.

A big thing is when he lets Kyo get you alone (while he watches)

Yeah maybe he lets kyo take over every once in a while, he’ll let him have you

Iwaizumi love having you under him, putting you in the mating press while Kyo watches from a chair a vibrator tied to him, just watching until Iwa finishes and leys Kyo try and breed you

You guys have also dedicated hours to getting you stretch enough to take both of them in one hole, but if not that then one hole for each of them will do

As you could imagine, they both love marking you up

You always come out of sex looking beat up

Most of the bruises are on your neck and inner thighs, but the bites on your nipples and the curve of your ass beg to differ

Now the real question is when Kyo is being bad!

Feathery kisses all over him, that's not where he wants your mouth, lower go lower

Don’t leave him!

He always learns his lessons after hours of waiting Iwa breed you

You being bad?

No cumming for a week, they can play with you but unless you want the time to get longer you don’t even think about orgasming.

“Calm down Kentaro, it’s too early to break her, we just got started.”

“Yeah i let Hajime have you but you still belong to me too, don’t forget that”

Kita Shinsuke & Aran Ojiro

This was the perfect girl next door story!

Middle school aran was so thankful to have you calm him down after yet another Miya twins episode

So as the two of you grew up it was natural that you became friends with his friends!

Namely his bestfriends- Kita!

Who was practically at your feet the second you met

From first to third year, they both grew to REALLY like you

They were both ready to spend the rest of their lives with you and were prepared to share if you wanted that.

The day you guys all got together was when they lost to Karasuno at nationals

You guys went back you the hotel room and just sat, cooing how well they did and how great they were no matter the outcome

It wasn't out of the normal for them to be all over you, both of them got a hand, but Aran was nestled into your lap and Kita was snuggled into your chest

Nothing was planned either, at that moment they knew that it was their chance!

The look on their faces when you said that you felt the same!

From then on you were treated even more like a queen

Every Monday before school one of them gets you a bouquet of flowers for the week and the other comes up with a date idea!

You're involved in the dates cycle and that now have a pile of stuffed animals that you got them from things like festivals or the mall

Since your relationship started with a cuddle, it's a favorite between you guys

A movie and some take out. Making fun of the Miya twins, and when Kita won’t admit it, you guys watch a rom-com, where you and Aran laugh at Kita's confused face when he doesn't understand the joke

Even with all of that, the real favorite between you guys is staying after practice and just having fun while cleaning up.

They just wuvvv uuuuuuuuu <3

Nsfw

Even if Kita is the commanding voice, Aran id the driving force

Kita likes when you two put on a show for him

Not that it's hard, even if Aran wasn't half as good as he was, your faces could satisfy him until his dying days.

Speaking of shows, Kita is a dictator, which means punishments

One of his favorites is having you finger fuck yourself in front of him and Aran until you can't move

Another is tying you up at having you watch the both of them jerk off to seeing you try and get off by grinding on the sheets (which does not work)

Aran, whether he admits it or not, he took a page out of Suna’s book

His entire hidden photo album is of you either being fucked by him or sucking Kita off

He also has an entire recorded version do you guys fucking that he and Kita watch when you aren't home

When Kita does have you to himself he takes on the Dom/Sub kinda thing

Aka borderline pet play

You sit and listen to him and what he says like a good pet, and you get a reward!

He dresses you up in little white dresses and he has you kneel in front of him and cockwarm him while he works

When Aran has you alone he takes the chance toooooo

….

…

Breed you!

Like a good little girl!

You take his cum so so well, don't you!

Yes yes, you do!

“Don’t let her walk all over you Aran, breed her like a good cow” (i had to, I really did)

“You look so pretty stretched around my cock, you're a good breeding whore, right? Yes, you are!”

Oikawa Tooru & Tobio Kageyama

This was a classic “in love with my senpais pretty girlfriend” kinda thing

Kags didn't mean to

He had known you from middle school and had a huge crush on you, but he knew that was as far as it would go

But when you came up to him after the game with seijoh and told him that he would have better luck next time

It was the hug that got him and in true Kageyama fashion he just couldn't help the words that fell from his mouth

“Thank you, you're still really pretty, and I've always loved you!”

Silence………………………………….

He couldn't even apologize because Oikawa was already on you yelling at him about never letting you near Kageyama again.

Yeah you had calmed both of them down, telling Tooru that he was overreacting and Kageyama was harmless to your relationship

After a few days of silence, you had invited Kageyama to have a “talk” with you and Oikawa

It was really just talking about feelings and ultimately Oikawa admitting that he was willing to give it a try, but you were his first and foremost and that won’t change

But you were quick to realize that they were actually really good together

The rivalry between the two always kept you on your toes and fueled both of their superiority complexes

Dates were always happening all the time, anther constant competition for you to like one of them better than the other

It's mostly movies and take out but its a date nonetheless

One thing they love to do is try to teach you how to play, all the time they try to get you to hit their sets

Even if you're awful at it, they appreciate you trying to learn more about their greatest passion.

You also try to go to as many of their practices as you can manage, they really love having you there to cheer them on!

Nsfw

Ok so at first Kageyama had absolutely no idea what to do, so some exploring was mandatory

Finding out he was a switch was a happy surprise!

That leads to things going two ways!

You could have Tooru taking his throne in the bedroom and he commands his two peasants to do exactly what he wants them too

This can include just regular soft sex with your little tobio gazing and longing for him, while tooru watches

Tooru will have the two of you grinding, Tobio with a cock ring and you a strict order to no cum until told.

Or maybe he’ll have the two of you ride dildos, tied up and making a pretty show for him

Or you could have Tobio dictating both of you

This is mostly having you ride him while Toru watches, but he can't touch

It also might be Tooru eating you out and kags in your mouth, fucking your face. <3

Whenever either of the boys wins something you take all the time in the world and worship him as he deserves!

“Aw! Tobio I know you can go faster than that! Oh ho ho, ~ y/n I know you aren't about to cum! I didn't give you the go-ahead! Hold on, baby!”

“Tooru you look so weak. You haven't even touched her and you're ready to cum.”

“You look so pretty under me, Tobio~ let me and Tooru take care of you!”

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tender-rosiey · 3 years

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fifteen dazai meeting his future s/o

I just saw a bnha version of this and because dazai is the main focus of my life I immediately thought of him and how he’d react

❥ Fifteen Dazai meeting his future s/o

ᴀ/ɴ: I do not blame you, dazai >>>>>>>> everything else; anyways hope you like this 💘

One day in the Dark Era a bitchass had an ability to make people time travel

And our little dazai was not aware of that person and somehow got hit by it yay

So what happens when he is dropped right in front of his future self cuddling you on the Ada couch?

You were chilling in the embrace of your lover with closed eyes and a content heart on the couch until you suddenly heard a thud that startled you; you opened your eyes to look at where the sound came to see a fifteen year old kid flattened like a pancake on the floor with black clothing all over.

“Osamu, who’s that?” You asked your lover who answered you with silence; the kid stood up groaning and rubbing his head until he was met by the sight of you and Dazai. “Where am I?” He asked looking around; “I believe I have an answer for that.” Your lover called out before gently leaving you on the couch and placing a hand in the kid’s shoulder.

“You are in the future and I am you in it!”

Confusion was written all over fifteen dazai’s face until your dazai whispered some stuff into his ear that the fifteen dazai nodded and said “I believe you.”

You sighed knowing exactly what he said

And then fifteen dazai looked at you and asked “and who is she?”

That’s when your dazai smiled brightly and started a one hour rant about how wonderful you are and how you are his one and only baby and the prettiest belladonna to exist

While that happened though you came up with what to call both of them so they don’t get confused

Fifteen dazai was emo bitch while future dazai was mask

JUST KIDDING

Fifteen dazai was zai and future dazai was osamu 😌

Introductions aside, they were pretty much vibing when they talked and if god forbid chuuya was there then prepare for trouble and make it double

But it’s not chuuya spotlight tonight

Now I think zai would actually flirt with you to spite his future self

“You know y/n, it’s hard to believe such an amazing person exists.”

Insert a vessel popping

And it’s osamu’s

Cause he warned his past self about flirting with you

They would fight over you but like by wits

Unlike two certain chihuahuas that would throw each other across all of Yokohama

A roast battle basically

And if they happen to put aside getting near you being a taboo

They will just both tease you endlessly

Tough luck honey

Dazai is mischievous as hell in both the pm and the ada fight me

“So how is that you look so lovely everyday, my love?” osamu said with hand pulling you closer by the waist while zai came from behind and rested his chin on your shoulder and said “I mean you see her everyday, but seriously I have never seen anything or anyone more enchanting, truly a masterpiece.”

*fans self* honestly love, I wish you luck cause they are toying with you until they get bored which is probably not any time sooner

Osamu will also introduce zai to the wonders of cuddling

“Look here my dear self, y/n literally gives the best cuddles and you will just feel in heaven.”

“Really now?”

“Why am I being shown off like a car?”

And so zai being the touch starved kid he was spent an hour getting lost in your embrace and cuddling you while you played with his hair

Osamu was just watching proudly from the sidelines or depending on which being behind you cradling you in arms

At the end of the day each one of them has their head on one of your legs asleep while you play with their hair

HAHA YOU THOUGHT

Zai was awake and kept asking you stuff about yourself so he can get to know you

He was really listening good too :0

When he got sleepy he looked you in the eyes then at the ground and muttered a soft ‘thank you’

And ding dong the next day when you and your lover open your eyes there is no one but you two in the room

“Well that was something, anyways I have to go bother Kunikida, belladonna; take care of yourself and I love you!”

He would continue the day like nothing happened and will just tell the rest about it like it’s something simple and they would all think he ate more poisonous mushrooms cause well

It’s Dazai

So run to your lover and back him up

unless you want him to get a damn cute beating from our wonderful and very friendly Kunikida for being delusional and slacking again ☺️

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gleekto · 2 years

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Fic: Can't Take My Eyes Off Of You (9/?)

Short Summary: Blaine coming of age in 1969. Columbia University. Hippie!Kurt. Elliott and Sebastian as Blaine’s mentor-friends. Unironic use of ‘groovy’. Coming out and fitting in and falling in love.

Amazing Poster by @caramelcoffeeaddict

Full Chapter 1 (up to day eight) is now on AO3! Read it there for easy reading (and commenting!)

Day One, Day Two, Day Three, Day Four, Day Five, Day 6, Day Seven, Day Eight

Day Nine: Regular (Truly destiny that this word falls on this scene)

Blaine eats dinner at the residence cafeteria with Sam and Tina, pushing around the dry roast beef on his plate. Chewing that gummy stuff seems too effortful when he's preoccupied. Honestly, making coherent comments in the mundane conversation about the pros and cons of the Beatles versus Simon and Garfunkel while replaying his conversation with Kurt in his head is complicated enough.

"Guys, I'm going to catch you later. I've just gotta make a phone call about show choir." The men's glee club, which he is still singing in, has become his cover for all things to do with the Homophile League. It's getting tired really and he knows he really should tell Sam and Tina. Tina is from New York and she even commented at breakfast the other day that the article shaming Earl Hall for hosting the homosexual group was so prejudiced and old fashioned.

"Are they still in the dark ages?" She shook her head to herself. "There's nothing wrong with it, really. This is the late 60's. It's time to let people be free to do what they want. You probably think it's gross," She looked up at him briefly before looking back down at the article. "But I think it's kind of hot." She said it proudly.

"I don't think it's gross," Is all he said.

"How modern of you."

He's more worried about Sam really. He's a guy. And he lives with him. If Sam is uncomfortable, he will be uncomfortable and that is a risky situation. All in good time, Elliott had told him. It's not a rush and it's his choice. He definitely needs to talk to Elliott right now.

He gets back to his blessedly empty room and dials him on his rotary phone. "Hey Elliott. It's Blaine."

"Is everything okay?" Elliott's immediately concerned.

"Yeah, why?"

"It's 9pm on a weeknight and wait - Did I forget a meeting or something? Sebastian's here and I think we got a little distracted-" Blaine can just picture the smirk on Sebastian's face in the background. He wonders if they have clothes on. And immediately wants to stop wondering. He guesses he doesn't usually call Elliott out of nowhere.

"No, no. I just - umm, I have some news?" Elliott hums in interest. "Turns out, that my friend, Kurt, you know from the-"

"Yes, Blaine. We know Kurt." That's Sebastian listening in the background. Back seat driver.

"Well, he is gay."

"Blaine, we know." Sebastian again. Elliott chuckles.

"I think the bigger news here is that you finally figured it out."

"How were you so sure?"

"Call it a sixth sense, takes one to know one. Been around the block - that kind of thing," Elliott says. "Oh yeah, and that he came to the Homophile League meeting. Honestly Blaine." Blaine can just see him rolling his eyes. With affection, though.

"The real question is why you didn't know, Blaine. What are you so afraid of?" Sebastian always cuts through the bullshit.

"Whatever Sebastian. I was just being respectful."

"And being a homo is disrespectful because..."

"Okay Seb, that's enough. Excuse me while I swat him away," Elliott says. "It's great, Blaine. We're always glad to have a new member of the team."

"And I declare it's officially your job to welcome him." Sebastian and his smug tone. Blaine loves and hates the implication. Because Kurt is attractive. And he is gay. Obviously Blaine has to make sure Kurt knows that he's not just lusting after him, that they are friends. Or he risks scaring Kurt away.

After their joint class the next day, Kurt wants a coffee before heading home and they end up finding themselves at a corner table sipping watered down campus cafeteria coffee made better by whole milk and sugar cubes.

"Do you miss home?" Blaine asks.

"Do I miss Lima, Ohio?" Kurt grimaces. "Look at me, Blaine." Blaine appreciates Kurt's always edgy outfit of the day - today plaid orange and brown bell bottoms with a silk brown button down shirt and an orange scarf around his neck. High fashion hippie, he's termed it in his head. "I spent a lot of years standing out - not in the good way -"

"And now it's in the good way," Blaine smiles at him. Kurt shakes his head with a little blush.

"I don't know about that, but I mean, I miss my dad sometimes, but I don't miss Lima. Do you miss Westerville? The guy you had a crush on? Your best friend, you said."

"Oh that? Yeah, that's Thad," Blaine waves dismissing the idea. "He's not gay, though. Doesn't know about me either. I don't know if I had a crush on him, or just the idea of him. I feel like all gay guys must have crushes like that."

"Not me." Kurt shakes his head. “Not at my backwards school. All my friends were girls. The guys I knew left much to be desired," Kurt frowns at the memory. "Greasy football players throwing me into lockers were not exactly my type."

"I'm so sorry, Kurt."

"Jokes on them really because they're working pumping gas at the Lima station and I'm in New York City studying Arts. They've peaked. I haven't even started."

"'Course not." Blaine looks at Kurt and takes a sip of his coffee. "I wasn't that brave in high school."

"Brave for getting beaten up by the football team?"

"I just spent my whole life trying to fit in - dress a certain regular way, play sports, fix cars-"

"I can actually fix cars, by the way. My dad's a mechanic."

"Of course you can," Blaine shakes his head. "I shouldn't be surprised by your zig zag. But I still am." Kurt is the coolest. "I just was so afraid of standing out. You just aren't," Blaine shrugs his shoulders and looks down.

"I just stood out. Wasn't even trying."

Blaine looks up and smiles. "Yeah," The blush rises on his cheeks. "I may have noticed you in our music history class."

Kurt crosses his arms. “I thought you didn’t know I was gay.”

“Well, it only crossed my mind because your clothes were way too cool to just be a hippie and you know, some stereotypes are worth embracing. Have you seen the hippies sitting on the campus green? Not exactly camera ready. I just didn’t want to assume or you know, hope.” He looks down quickly. He probably shouldn't have said that.

"Yeah," Kurt sighs but he smiles. If he feels uncomfortable from Blaine's confession, he doesn't react. "My superior fashion sense gets me every time. I did not notice you," Blaine crosses his arms back but Kurt looks like he's about to burst out laughing so he can't be too insulted. "As in, I mean, like I wouldn’t have known about you except for the dorm rap.”

“Like I said, I guess I try to fit in.”

“That’s what I thought about all those gays at the Homophile League before your rap session - it's why I hadn't even tried. I thought it would be a plea for tolerance because we're all just regular joes and I’ve wanted to get away from regular joes my whole life. I'm just not one.”

“And now that you know us?”

“I don't know about the rest of them, but you, you're not so regular.” Kurt smiles, cheeks flushed and pink and Blaine is sure his cheeks are matching. Blaine isn't sure if Kurt's handsome or gorgeous or what he's supposed to think but he feels butterflies and mildly nauseous sitting with him like this. Whatever it is, Kurt is hot. God, he should not let himself think these thoughts. "You have red shoes after all."

Blaine laughs out loud. "I do. And Kurt," Blaine pauses, "just wait until you see my bowtie collection."

#klaine spring fling #can't take my eyes off of you #gleekto writes

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restlessfandoming · 3 years

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“new arrivals” (chilumi oneshot)

Lumine and Childe anticipate the birth of their baby. As always, the two of them never have a moment of peace, and unexpected events arise, throwing everything in danger’s way.

hey friends! long time no see :p

i’ve finished my fic “the president and the troublemaker” so i’m back to writing one shots for a bit. if you haven’t read it yet, check it out on my profile :D

this oneshot is in response to this ask i received c:

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“new arrivals”

Lumine hated Childe. Well, she hated Childe sometimes. She loved him, she really did, but in this moment, she hated him.

“Just because I am pregnant, doesn’t mean I can’t walk,” she nearly growled at him.

With a sheepish smile, Childe removed his hands from her arms. “Sorry, sorry. Your waddling makes me nervous.”

Lumine scoffed. “Of course I have to waddle.” She patted her swollen belly. “How else can I get around with this thing in me?”

Almost as if in retaliation, Lumine felt a kick inside her—don’t call me ‘thing.’

Instantly, Childe’s hand were resting on her bump, eagerly awaiting their baby’s movements. It truly amazed Lumine at how natural Childe’s paternal instincts were.

Their weekly spars had turned into nightly meetings, and nightly meetings had turned into...Well. Their current situation. It hadn’t been planned, obviously, it had just happened.

It had taken Lumine a whole week of nauseous morning after nauseous morning before Childe finally convinced her to visit Bubu Pharmacy where they both received the shock of their lives. Baizhu had been very compassionate, ensuring the confidentiality of the pregnancy as they left.

Childe had been the first one to get over the shock. For Childe, who had spent his life surrounded by family and younger siblings, he had easily grown accustomed to the idea of his own family—especially one with Lumine.

Lumine, on the other hand, took much, much longer. She hadn’t ever given it a thought: her own family?

She was on a quest to find her brother, of course. To regain her powers, defeat the Unknown God, and leave this world with Aether. She couldn’t just settle down and start a family.

Weeks passed, Lumine’s stomach growing, as she slipped into a dark place, thoughts of failure filling her mind—I’m never going to leave now.

Childe had spent all of his time, taking care of Lumine as she looked after herself less and less. Slowly, he was giving up his duties as a Harbinger; the Tsaritsa and his comrades were growing suspicious. Childe knew if they found out, it would only end in violence. A child between one of their strongest Harbingers and the all-powerful Outlander? They would surely want it as a pawn on their side, if they weren’t going to kill it first.

Childe found them a tiny cottage secluded in the vast mountain ranges of Liyue, with help from Zhongli, who was, of course, the most familiar with the lay of the land. He practically had to carry Lumine there, who was still deep in her depressive state, who spent her days laying in bed, staring blankly at the walls of her inn room, unwilling to move.

Once they were in the cottage, Childe again took care of her as she continued to contemplate her fate, unmoving; he made sure she ate, he cleaned her, and was always there to hold her at night, telling her that he would be with her no matter what she decided to do.

Her love for him only deepened as she saw how selflessly he helped her, how loyal he was. Because of him and his love and devotion, she slowly came to terms with their situation.

The more she thought about it, the more she wanted this life: some secluded home in the mountains with Childe and a bouncing baby on her hip. A slow, peaceful life; it would be such a luxury from what her life was before. But, there was always that pang of guilt that settled in the back of her throat: the anxious thoughts that she was abandoning Aether, her twin brother, for this.

And perhaps it was that guilt that blocked Lumine from having any real connection with the life growing inside her. She hadn’t envisioned whether it would be a son or daughter, whether it would have her hair or Childe’s eyes—she hadn’t even thought of a name. Thinking of this baby only drew up a blank slate, a missing void.

Now nearing the end of her pregnancy, she felt a lot of movement inside. She knew that those moments were supposed to be special, that mothers cherished those feelings, but Lumine’s body registered them more as just...foreign movements.

There was also the fear. The fear of not being able to be a mother in the first place. She envied Childe and his ease with parenthood: knowing all the things to prepare, the foods she should be eating, the first lessons to teach. Lumine had no clue what to say or do.

She and Aether had been abandoned, left to fend for themselves, from a very young age. She never had a solid parental figure in her life.

How am I ever going to be a good mother?

A soft touch to her cheek pulled Lumine from her ruminations.

Childe gave her a smile. “Need anything, Lumi?”

Lumine put her hand over his. “Hm, I am a bit hungry,” she said.

A light chuckle. “How about some sticky honey roast?” His hand slid down from her cheek, his thumb on the corner of her lips. “You’re drooling already.”

She stuck her tongue out at him. “Shouldn’t you be hurrying up then?”

Childe laughed, then kissed her forehead. “I’ll come get you when it’s ready,” he told her, exiting to the kitchen.

Lumine turned, looking out the open window, into their little garden. The earthly scent wafted through the window, the warm sunshine adding an extra tang to the air. Through the window she counted the growing vegetables, taking note of those ready to harvest.

Humming quietly to herself, she made her way to the kitchen, standing in the doorway to watch Childe flutter about the room, pulling various pots, pans, and utensils out from the shelves.

Archons, he was going to be such a good father.

!!!

There was another movement in her womb, this time sharper, a bit more painful. She let out a tiny gasp.

Childe turned, and immediately went to her, brows furrowed. “You okay?”

“Yes,” she sighed. “There’s been a lot of movement lately.”

There was a long pause before Childe spoke. “Must mean it’s nearly time.”

She locked eyes with him. “Already?”

He reached out and soothed out her hair. “Hey, no worries. I will be right here with you—always.” He smiled softly. “We’ll get through it together.”

Lumine nodded, her throat drying. “I’ll be in the garden for a bit.”

“Okay. Can you get some carrots while you’re there? We’re running a bit low.”

She nodded again, leaving the house while Childe returned to his preparations.

She walked through the tall grass, pushing open the wooden fence leading into the garden, her slippers thudding quietly against the little cobblestone path. Finding the patch of carrots, she slowly knelt down, beginning to pull the orange vegetables from the earth.

Birds tweeted, insects chirped, and Lumine again found herself in the vortex of anxiety as she thought about the coming days. Any day from now, she was going to birth a whole new life into the world—a tiny, little, helpless life she was going to have to raise, look after. Can I do it?

She shook her head.

She had helped countless lives, people of all ages and backgrounds, during her time in Teyvat. She had even formed special bonds with so many of them, this child being a result of one of those special bonds. So, surely she would find her way to loving this new life, to caring for it with all her heart, right?

And she would still search for Aether. Aether wouldn’t be angry. He would love a niece or nephew to look after. She was sure her child would love their uncle right back. So, she would have to find Aether for her child and—

BZZT.

Lumine blinked. Was that a bug?

“Found you.”

Lumine looked over her shoulder, finding a familiar blue-haired boy standing behind her. Scaramouche.

“What an annoyance it’s been looking for you,” he said, the ball of electricity crackling dangerously in his hand.

Anxiety pooled into Lumine’s veins. She wouldn’t be able to fight him, not like this. I can’t even stand up quickly right now.

!!!

Another painful movement ripped through Lumine’s body. She bit the side of her cheek in to keep quiet in front of Scaramouche.

“Not going to say anything?” he taunted, taking steps closer to her. “Not even going to raise your weapon at me?”

She dug her nails into the dirt, trying to make the pain go away.

“C’mon. What happened to the almighty Outlander?” His voice continued to drop in annoyance. Lumine could feel the electricity sparking directly behind her now.

“What do you want?” she strained out.

A sardonic laugh rippled through the air as he yanked her up by her hair.

“What I’ve been ordered to do.” He brought the electricity closer to her throat. “To kill—”

He froze, tiny flickers of Electro energy pricking Lumine’s skin. He let her go, stepping around her as she collapsed back onto the ground.

“How...interesting,” he breathed, eyes cast down at Lumine’s pregnant body. “So this is why you’ve hid all this time.” His eyes twitched, calculating what to do with the new information.

Lumine rubbed at her neck. “Are you still going to kill me? Or take me back to your Tsaritsa?”

“Who’s the father?” Violet-blue eyes met amber. “Don’t tell me…” He let out a cynical laugh, eyes growing wide with hysteria. “That idiot? Of course! Why didn’t we see it before? The two of you did disappear around the same time…”

He leaned down, bringing the Electro energy back near Lumine’s face. “Tartaglia’s nearby, isn’t he?”

Lumine glared at him. I can just pull my sword out right now. He was close enough for her to throw a quick jab at. Maybe she could disarm him and get away.

It had been so long since she had last fought, since she last materialized her sword. It was going to take some time to do it.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she finally answered. She focused her energy to her palm, searching through the void for her weapon.

“Playing dumb’s not going to work.” There was a surge of power through the ball of electricity. “You should just tell me before I kill you and find out for myself.”

“You don’t even want the child? You’re just going to kill a potentially powerful weapon?” she tried to bargain. She needed more time. She could feel her sword’s particles slowly returning to her.

Scaramouche paused for a brief second to consider. “Sounds like a liability.” He glanced up at the sky. “The Tsaritsa has all she needs. I’d rather not run the risk of another filthy betrayer.”

SHING!

Lumine’s sword appeared in her hand.

Without hesitation, she stabbed up at Scaramouche, forcing all the elemental energy in her body through the weapon.

Anemo and Geo energy struck the Harbinger in his chest, sending him flying across the garden.

Lumine struggled to stand, stumbling her way back to the house, energy already quickly draining from her heavy body. She glanced back at Scaramouche.

He was standing up, his eyes twitching with rage. “You—” He launched an Electro attack directly at her.

She raised her hand, trying to charge her counter attack as fast as she could.

I can’t get it in time—!

A shield of Hydro formed in front of her, dissipating Scaramouche’s attack.

Relief washed over Lumine as she turned around. Childe—

“Mona?!” she blurted.

The twin-tailed astrologist gave her a small smile. “Didn’t expect to see you here,” she said. Her eyes flickered to Lumine’s belly. “And with child?”

“What are you doing here?!”

Mona threw up a Hydro shield as Scaramouche fired another sphere of Electro.

“The Hydro witch again,” he snarled. “You’re really getting on my nerves.”

Scaramouche charged an arc of lightning straight at them.

Mona casted a large bubble of water to surround them, wincing as the lightning collided with the shield, burning sparks deflecting all over.

The lightning didn’t disappear upon collision, instead continuously barraging against the water. Mona closed her eyes in concentration, brows furrowing with each passing second.

Scaramouche twisted his arm, amping the lightning with more energy, the Electro glow brightening.

CRACK!

Mona let out a sharp gasp; a fine line had splintered in the bubble.

Lumine raised her hands, straining her muscles, and mustering any energy in her body to charge a barrier of her own to help her friend.

!!!

She groaned as she collapsed back onto her knees, a horrible, throbbing pain rippling through her abdomen. Her eyes widened, feeling water trickle down the side of her leg.

No, no, no...not now!

“Lumine!” Mona breathed out. “What’s wrong?”

The blonde cried out as her body underwent another contraction. “I—the baby…,” was all she managed to get out before letting out another cry of pain. The baby is coming!

Mona cursed, another line fracturing in her shield.

“It’s over!” Scaramouche yelled. “There’s no use delaying your deaths!”

A smattering of blue Hydro energy rushed past the women, heading directly for the Harbinger. Just as quickly, Scaramouche withdrew his arc of lightning at Mona and Lumine, blocking the oncoming attack.

Childe locked his daggers with Scaramouche’s Electro shield. His face was twisted in a snarl, a dark, evil expression Lumine had never seen before.

“I’m going to kill you,” he said to Scaramouche, voice gravelly, but plain, as if it were just a simple fact being stated.

The blue-haired boy barked out a laugh. “You can’t. You were always the weakest one of us all.”

Childe mimicked the laughter. “I never did like you, Scaramouche.” His ocean eyes narrowed. “I’m going to enjoy this.”

There was an explosion of Hydro, engulfing the two Harbingers. The two struck each other with ultimate speed and precision, only brief glimpses of their fight visible, disembodied clashes of weapons and elements.

Mona let down her own barrier, short of breath, and knelt next to Lumine.

“I’ll teleport us out of here—to safety,” she said.

Lumine reached out, grasping onto her friend’s arm. “No,” she heaved. “Not...without him.” She looked up, eyes tracking Childe. I’m not going to leave you.

“The father?” the mage asked. She worried her lip as she stared ahead, lost in thought. Then, “Wait here,” she said.

The witch shimmered into thin air with a torrent of water, reappearing next to Childe. Both Scaramouche and Childe immediately turned their weapons at her, which she deflected.

She leapt and grabbed Childe by the shoulder, disappearing yet again, rematerializing next to Lumine. Childe and Scaramouche both let out curses as Mona grabbed Lumine’s arm.

WHOOSH!

Lumine blinked, and the three of them were in a thick forest: a distance aways from where they were before.

Mona cried out as Childe knocked her to the ground, foot pinning her arm, dagger at her face.

“Who are you?” he growled.

“Friend!” Lumine croaked out. “She’s my friend!”

Childe turned towards Lumine. He released his weapons, rushing to Lumine’s side. “Are you hurt?” he asked, gently examining her.

“It’s coming,” Lumine whispered.

She felt his muscles tense against her. “Right now?” Upon her nod, he clenched his jaw. He turned back to Mona. “Do you know anything about childbirth?”

Mona glared at him slightly, rubbing at her bruised arm. “No. I’m an astrologist, not a doctor.”

Childe returned the expression. “Could you get us to Liyue Harbor? To BuBu Pharmacy?”

A shake of the head. “It takes a lot of energy to teleport. I won’t be able to do it for a while, unfortunately.”

!!!

Another contraction pulsed through Lumine’s body. “Now,” she groaned. “It has to be now.” It’s coming, it’s coming, it’s coming. Tears gathered in her eyes, from the pain, from the fear barraging her mind.

“Okay, okay,” Childe said, tender. He stroked Lumine’s hair. “You’re going to have the baby right here, okay?”

He yanked off his jacket, laying it under Lumine. He motioned at Mona. “You are going to have to hold her leg.”

Mona came to Lumine’s side, face slightly pale, then took off her cape and folded it into a makeshift pillow under the blonde’s head. “You’re a doctor?”

Childe shook his head. His face was taut. “Lots of younger siblings. I’ve seen my mother deliver before.” He grabbed Lumine’s hand softly. “It’s mostly going to be you from here,” he said. He squeezed her hand. “And I know you’re going to do great. Like you always do.”

I can’t.

All her battles combined didn’t come close to the excruciating pain radiating throughout her body now. Her mind was fleeting, blurred—all of her previous anxieties crashing back; she was senseless, she couldn’t fight them off.

“I can’t,” she finally whispered. “I can’t do this; I can’t be a mother.”

Childe tucked her hair back, leaning in close, lips nestled on her forehead. “There is absolutely no one in this world that compares to you,” he whispered back. “It’s terrifying, I know, but if there’s anyone that can be an amazing mother, it’s you.”

“How do you know?”

“I’ve seen you defeat armies of men, monsters, and gods—”

“Childe, that’s different—”

“—and I’ve seen how brilliantly resilient you are. You would stop at nothing for those you love.”

“Ahem,” Mona coughed awkwardly.

Lumine and Childe looked at her.

She looked away, bashful. “You have this strange ability to have patience, and to care for everyone,” Mona said. “Even when they’re difficult and stubborn...like me.” She finally looked back at Lumine. “I think...I think anyone would be lucky to have you as their mother, Lumine.”

Lumine sniffled loudly. “Mona…”

“Now, now,” the mage interrupted. “Let’s get this on the way. I suppose being an aunt would be fun…”

“She’s right,” Childe added. “I thank the stars everyday that I’m going to be able to love and cherish this child with you. There’s no one else that could ever come close to you, Lumi.”

Tears fully rained from Lumine’s eyes. Slowly, she began to nod.

They were right. She knew herself more than capable. And she wasn’t going to be alone. Even with her fears, she had her loved ones there to support her. Together, they would be strong enough for anything.

I...I can do this.

“Thank you, both,” she breathed. She reached out, putting her hand in Childe’s. “I love you.”

He smiled at her. “I love you too.” He kissed her before kneeling by her feet.

“Deep breathes,” Childe told her. “Then push, okay?”

She nodded, taking in a lungful of air.

Breathe, Lumine, breathe.

Breathe.

PUSH.

Lumine let out a sharp cry, pushing with every ounce of strength left in her body, nerves excruciatingly igniting all over. The trees swayed as the wind picked up around the three.

Pleasepleaseplease—

“Lumine,” Mona murmured, glancing up at the leaves. “Your energy is leaking out.”

Lumine stopped pushing for a second, forehead slick with sweat. “Wha-What does that mean?”

Mona pointed at swirls of Anemo energy forming above, leaves and branches beginning to snap off. “It may very well mean you might level this entire forest.”

Oh no… “I-I can’t control it right now,” Lumine said.

“Can you form a seal of some sort?” Childe asked.

The astrologist bit her lip. “I can certainly try.” She grabbed Lumine’s hand then nodded.

Taking in another deep breath, Lumine started pushing again. Both her and Mona winced as Lumine squeezed their hands together. A blue glow emitted lightly from her body—Mona’s magic—and she felt her elemental energy rattling in her veins.

“You’re doing great, Lumi,” Childe said over her panting. “You’re almost there.”

Almost...there!

Lumine screamed as she felt a final wave of pain, and the intense release of pressure.

Then, a cry.

Not hers, however. The pitched wailing of a baby.

She relaxed back, just listening to the crying as Childe and Mona shuffled around, checking on the baby.

It’s here.

She looked down at her feet where Childe was wrapping the baby in his gray jacket. He was smiling, his blue eyes blissfully aglow.

He carried the bundle to Lumine. “A son,” he told her. The baby was placed in her arms.

For the first time ever, Lumine looked down at her son.

My son.

“He’s so small,” she said, smoothing down his head of light hair. She held him close to her heart, and the crying quieted down. His tiny eyes opened, bleary blue hues taking in the world.

Her heart ached as it swelled with overwhelming emotion. Seeing this tiny creature, this life she carried for many months—a product of her and Childe’s love and passion—she knew she already loved him, that yes, she would give her all to protect him: her new family.

Childe wrapped his arms around her shoulders, looking down at their son as well. “You did it,” he murmured, kissing her forehead.

“Congratulations,” Mona said. “The battle isn’t over quite yet.”

Lumine looked up at her friend. “What do you mean?”

Mona raised a brow. “There is another child, isn’t there?”

…

What?

Both Lumine and Childe stared at the astrologist blankly.

“How do you know?” Childe asked.

“Oh, Archons, you really didn’t know,” Mona responded, panicked. “When I was using my magic to seal away Lumine’s elemental energy, I felt the two different life forms—it’s twins.”

!!!

Lumine felt her muscles tense as her body prepared for another delivery. She let out a gasp, looking up at Childe to confirm, yes, there is another baby.

“Hold the baby,” he said to Mona, moving back down to Lumine’s feet.

Mona gently took the baby into her arms, a look of uncertainty scrawled on her face.

BOOM!

There was a thunderous strike of lightning right next to the group; as the dust settled, Scaramouche stepped out of the fog, purple electricity crackling all over his body.

“Would you look at that,” he growled, eyes narrowing in on the newborn. “Another body to dispose of.” A wicked grin pulled at his lips. “I was going to kill you all quickly, but now I think I’m going to make it slow. And tortuous.”

Childe stood, eyes dark. “Mona, keep Lumine safe.”

Then, he launched towards the other Harbinger, becoming engulfed in electricity as well. The two impacted, an explosion resonating around them, and Childe stepped out from the smoke, his Foul Legacy transformation completed.

Over the deafening sounds of blades crashing, Mona took the cape from under Lumine’s head, laying it under her body. She spoke to Lumine, “Are you ready to start pushing?”

Lumine shook her head feverishly. “I can’t.” Not without Childe.

“You must,” her friend said. “You can’t help him until you do.”

Lumine’s body locked up in pain with another contraction. “Okay,” she strained out.

Mona nodded, conjuring a glob of water, then placing Lumine’s child on it. “It’s the only bassinet I can make right now.”

“Can you still help seal my energy?”

“Of course.” Mona knelt by Lumine’s feet. “Are you ready?”

Lumine swallowed hard, then nodded. After taking in many deep breaths, she mustered all the remaining strength in her body to push.

A labored cry exhaled from her body, every fiber in her body praying for it all to stop.

“It’s almost out,” Mona encouraged. “Just a bit more!”

The edges of her mind blurred. She imagined her and Childe, living their lives peacefully with their two children, watching lovingly as they skipped around in fields of flowers. Aether would walk up, greeting his little nieces and nephews, waving joyfully at Lumine. Her friends—Mona, Xiangling, Zhongli, and countless others—would take turns coming to visit, to see them and their happy little family in their happy little home.

It was such a lovely dream.

Tears ran down her face, and Lumine pushed just one last time.

…

The familiar sound of a newborn’s cries filled the air once more. Lumine fell back, laying down in the dirt, the sight of tangled tree canopies above returning to her vision.

“A girl,” Mona said, carefully wrapping her cape around the baby. She stood, carrying the little girl to Lumine.

BOOM!

The two women snapped their attention back to the fight, watching as Childe’s armor shattered around him. He fell, kneeling, and gasping for breath.

Despite her exhausted body, Lumine scrambled up. “Childe!”

“You’ve grown so weak, Tartaglia,” Scaramouche spat. “You’re out of practice. Too focused on your meaningless family,” he mocked.

“Run,” Childe gasped out weakly to Lumine.

Scaramouche slammed his foot into Childe’s head, cackling as the Eleventh Harbinger fell down.

Something stirred in Lumine’s body.

“I think,” Scaramouche said, turning to Lumine, “I’m going to kill your children first. Right in front of you. How does that sound?”

Something old, ancient—something she hadn’t felt in a long, long time.

“Shield everyone,” Lumine said lowly to Mona. In response, Mona gave a small nod, grabbing the two children, and making her way to Childe inconspicuously.

Scaramouche stalked closer to Lumine. “Are you going to try and fight me?” Another cackle. “You’re even weaker than Tartaglia, especially after what you just went through.”

“You threatened my family,” Lumine nearly growled. “You hurt my family.” She raised her arm, materializing her blade. Quicker than before.

“And you’re going to pay for that,” she finished, her veins ignited with ancient energy.

He smirked. “I’d like to see you try.”

There was an overwhelming ringing in Lumine’s ears as she felt the liquid power coarse through her body. The sensation extended through her back, bursting outwards, until...a pair of wings had formed. Her pair of wings.

Her skin was aglow, a golden haze enveloping her, her wings, and her sword.

It was her old power.

Her powers had come back.

“What is the meaning of this?” Scaramouche sneered.

Lumine glanced over at Mona, the two babies in her arms, hovering over Childe, who was stirring awake. A faint blue glow surrounded them—Mona’s barrier.

She turned her attention back to Scaramouche, who was charging up an Electro attack of his own.

“It’s no use,” Lumine said, echoing his words back to him. She leapt up into the air, flying far above him as he cursed below.

She closed her eyes, thinking of her friends, of Aether, her children, her one true love, Childe—her family.

The sword illuminated, crackling with golden arcs of energy. Then, she plunged down.

A sonic boom erupted around her as she landed, acres of dirt and trees uprooting in the explosion. The mountains shook, the clouds parted, and Lumine used the last bit of her energy to blast the dust away.

Laying before her, lifeless, was Scaramouche.

I did it.

She quickly looked around for her family, crying in relief seeing Mona, Childe, and the babies safely protected.

She felt her ancient power drain from her, and she collapsed on her knees as the pain and exhaustion funneled back into her body.

“Lumine!” she heard Childe shout.

“Childe…,” she responded, voice thin.

Then, her vision went black.

* * *

There was the crying of a baby. No, two babies. It sounded so familiar, yet foreign to Lumine.

She was in a black void, looking around for the source of the crying. Whoever they were, she knew they needed her. And she needed to protect them.

Lumine groggily opened her eyes, the black void from her dreams dissipating. Her vision adjusted, and she realized she was laying in her and Childe’s bed, back at their mountain cottage. Muffled through the walls, she heard the crying of her children, and the voice of Childe trying to calm them.

She slowly sat up, the bed creaking under her. At the sound of movement, Mona stirred awake from the corner.

“You’re awake!” she shouted. She went to the door, throwing it open, and yelling, “She’s awake, she’s awake!”

Lumine blinked at her, still rubbing the sleep from her eyes, while Mona came to her side.

“How are you feeling?” her friend asked.

Lumine stretched a bit. “Very sore.”

“Hmph. I would expect so; you really did level that forest.” Mona looked out the window. “After exerting that kind of power, you should most certainly be dead.” She bit her lip. “But I am glad you are not.”

“Thank you, Mona. For all your help,” Lumine said with a small smile.

The astrologist flung her blue hair over her shoulder. “You are very welcome,” she said, returning the smile.

“You never did tell me why you were here of all places.”

“Ah, yes, that.” She folded her arms across her chest. “After our encounter with that Harbinger, I decided to track his movements—just to make sure he wouldn’t cause any more trouble.” She opened her hydromancy chart, looking over the sigils. “As fate would have it, I followed him here, to you.”

The wailing of the newborns drew closer, and Childe appeared in the doorway, two wriggling bundles in his arms.

His hair was rustled, dark bags under his eyes, and his usual pressed attire was wrinkled and disheveled.

Archons, Lumine loved him.

It was obvious to her that while she was knocked out cold, he had been taking care of their newborn children all on his own. Which was probably the furthest thing from easy...

He gave her a smile, tired at the edges, but filled with love all the same—and she gave him the same smile, yearning to embrace him and their new family.

Mona mumbled something about going to observe the sky for a while, and slipped out of the room as Childe sat on the edge of the bed.

Wordlessly, he placed the two babies in Lumine’s arms, and their cries were instantly quelled.

“Now that’s something I haven’t heard in forever,” he sighed. “Silence.”

“I hope it wasn’t unbearable.” She looked down at her babies, gently smoothing their little light hairs. It would never cease to amaze her, the overwhelming love and joy she felt looking at her twins. Looking at their tiny hands, their tiny feet, seeing their little breaths—any anxiety or fears she had felt before disappeared into thin air.

Childe wrapped his arm around Lumine, looking down at their children as well. “The only thing that was unbearable was not having you around,” he said, pressing a kiss to her temple.

Lumine nodded. “I couldn’t imagine doing this without you.” She leaned into Childe’s chest. “I’ll always be around,” she assured.

“And I’ll always be with you,” he answered. “Our little family.”

Lumine smiled, the happiest of tears coming to her eyes.

“Our little family.”

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amore mio aiutami.

roman godfrey x reader

word count: 5.5k

summary: once more, he took your hand and gave you the permission to mend him.

a/n: long time so see! at least in the realm of one shots. this came out of aboutle nowhere and is probably super similar to my other stories but guess what? idc ¯\_ (ツ)_/¯ so, i hope you enjoy (:

“Darling, tell me what you need?”

“(Y/N).”

So, as much as Olivia detested you, she did as her weeping son asked and found you.

You hadn’t seen Roman since the scene at the hospital. After he disappeared after Pryce and Peter had fled the waiting room in a hysteric flurry, you were left alone. You felt as sterile as your surroundings. You felt utterly still and useless. While both boys had crumbled into a fit of emotions, you had remained motionless when the news of Letha’s death had been so crassly and unceremoniously announced over the intercom system. It was like your brain had begun to malfunction, and instead of grief-stricken screams and body quaking sobs, it chose to retain its energy and stay dormant. The news was so blind siding, so heartbreaking, so earth shattering, that it was impossible for you to comprehend. Impossible for you to react correctly.

So, you had sat for what seemed like hours, all alone, staring into space. Because Letha and her baby were dead. And there was absolutely nothing you could do about it. There was no going back. This morning you had held her hand as hospital staff had wheeled her back into the OR, matching smiles on your faces as she called you ‘auntie’ and you called her ‘mama’. You should have been holding a small little human right now. You should have been looking up at your best friend, palling from excursion but looking upon you with love as you held her bundle of joy.

Instead, you had been abandoned and left stagnant in The White Tower, unable to function. You could still taste the smoke on your tongue from when Roman had cheerfully pressed his cigar to your lips and told you to inhale. You could still taste copper on your tongue from where you had unknowingly gnawed a gash into your cheek with your teeth.

A page came over the intercom once more, and for some reason, it was enough to snap you out of your stupor. One minute your eyes were fogged and glassy, and the next, you had been thrust back into reality. The reality of being alone in the waiting room, your nails creasing into your palms uncomfortably, and pending a current decision.

After a moment of blinking away the dryness in your eyes and swallowing any sick remnant from your chewing incident, you slowly looked down the small hallway to the door Roman had disappeared through. You knew it was best to find him, for both of you, to find him immediately. His gut wrenching sobs still rung in your ears.

With timid strides, you made your way toward the door and pushed it open. It was likely placebo, but you swore the stench of death hit you like a wall of heat when you passed the threshold. Your eyes began to water from the weight of the smell, but you trekked on. You needed to find Roman. You needed to know he was ok. You needed him to be ok.

You aimlessly wandered the vacant halls, the sound of your own footsteps echoing menacingly around you. You debated calling out his name, but you already knew your voice was out of order for the evening. Possibly forever.

You rounded a corner, and something in your stomach knew. The cosmic tether that still bound you to your best friend whispered in your ear and twinged in your belly, and told you that she had been there.

Turn to your right and see what’s left.

And that’s where you found the room Letha had been in. A collection of monitors haloed a hospital bed, that lay behind a puddle of blood. Thick, dark, crimson blood dripped from the stark white hospital sheets and pittered into the puddle below, filling itself out so it could inch toward your feet.

You knew from that moment on, that that puddle of blood would haunt you forever. Whenever you would start to feel good, or whenever you would see someone with a cut or whenever you would hear her name, this puddle is what would come to mind. This sentient puddle that seemed to be growing larger by the second, and the smell of her freshly dead corpse somewhere in the building.

You didn’t find Roman. But Norman found you.

“(Y/N),” his voice called, “You can’t, don’t, look at it…”

“I should have done something,” your voice croaked, “I should have insisted on coming back here. I should have been here.”

You should have held her hand while she pushed. You should have wiped the sweat from her brow. You should have cheered her on while she pushed. You should have been there to fucking cut the cord. You should have been there to watch her die.

“You can’t start. You can’t start that,” you distantly felt him place a hand on your shoulder, “you can’t play a game of what if’s and should have been’s.”

You managed to tear your gaze away from the growing puddle to look at Norman. Norman, whose face was splotchy and streaked with tears. Norman, whose lip was trembling as he blinked away another onset of sobs. Norman, who still jumped to action to help you when bile flooded your throat and suddenly burst from your mouth.

Norman, who did his best to console you as you heaved up swilly vomit and choked back tears.

When you opened your eyes all you could think of was the puddles mixing. Your insides mixing with Letha’s.

You began to shake uncontrollably then, sobs finally erupting from your chest. Norman wrapped you in his arms, you were sure to console you, but also himself. Maybe he was pretending you were Letha as he held you.

It was then that Roman finally found you both.

“I’m leaving,” he said flatly, any emotion he had previously had had been stripped away.

“You can’t drive like this, Roman. Not after everything,” Norman said from over his shoulder, while he still held you tight.

“And like you can?” he bit out.

“Then we’ll all take a cab.”

And so Roman called a cab for the three of you without another word.

You tried to look at him. You tried to touch him, talk to him, but it seemed Roman had an aversion to all things in that moment, especially you. You had reached out a weak hand to grab a hold of his jacket as Normal held you to his chest, in a desperate search for his comfort, in a desperate search to comfort him. But, at the feeling of your stretching fingers, he quickly shrugged off your touch and turned his back to you.

So, you stayed in the arms of your best friend’s father. You tried to ignore the hurt you felt when you all piled into the cab and Roman lifelessly rattled off your address first, making it clear that you were to go home alone, without him. He chose to sit in the front seat, while you and Norman sat in the back. Roman looked out the window the entire way, he didn’t even acknowledge you as you got out of the car and turned to face the yellow vehicle, waiting for a reaction. But you got nothing, just the vision of Roman framed by the widow, lips pursed and eyes cast down.

The cab soon drove away and you stood in the middle of your front lawn, watching it’s taillights disappear. The street lights were on and you could hear the distant sound of your neighbors sprinkler. You fell to your knees, then to your side, curling up on the grass in the hopes that nature could heal you. Maybe grow around you and help you blossom new in the spring, happy and void of this pain in your chest.

But your mother found you before then, hours later and brought your inside. Your fists full of blades of grass.

You slept for twenty one hours after, without a call or text from your boyfriend. You sent him a few stray messages but never heard anything back. You thought it best to give him space, but you were yearning for him so completely.

And then Olivia showed up.

You had just sat down for dinner when the doorbell rang. Your father, while long dead, had always had a rule about never answering the door or phone calls while sitting down for a meal. Even though he was gone and it was just your mother and yourself, the rule had stuck, even though neither of you cared that much about if it was disrespectful, like he had.

You had both looked up from your pot roast when the bell rang, but exchanged a look that you always did in times like this. We’ll deal with it later. But the bell continued, quite consistently and obnoxiously.

“I’ll get it,” you said with a smile in a search to soothe your mother (who took it as an offense when someone wronged a rule from her deceased husband).

With sock feet, you went to the front door with every intention of politely asking them to leave or come back later, when you were met with Olivia. To say you were surprised was an understatement.

“Olivia?” you blurted out, because you simply couldn't help it. Her appearance was so unexpected, her name just dropped from your lips.

“Good evening, I hope I haven't disturbed something,” her elegant voice said as she clasped her hands in front of her.

“We just sat down to dinner,” you responded, voice sounding as skeptical as you felt.

“Oh, well, I am sorry to interrupt your supper,” she said with a deep sigh as a period, “but I’m afraid I require your immediate assistance.”

Which made sense, she had never been this polite to you in the past.

“With?”

“My son, I’m afraid.”

You didn’t need to hear anything else she had to say. You rounded up a pair of shoes and jacket and kissed your mother’s cheek, then fled your home for Olivia’s truck without a second thought.

She didn’t wait for you to buckle in before she started to drive. She smoked with all the windows up except for a small crack in the driver’s side. The radio hummed an old country ballad and your leg bounced restlessly against the floor mats.

“How have you been faring?” she asked as you were stopped at a light.

You didn’t feel like bearing your bleeding heart to her or engaging in any small talk, but you answered anyway.

“Dreadfully.”

Olivia hummed as the light turned green.

“I’m sorry, truly. If it is half as bad as how my son is grieving, I know you are going through something so hideous... going through feelings that humans are not equipped for.”

You nodded at her lukewarm attempt to console you and watched the world pass through the window.

“I know what you think of me, your distaste for me. You are less than subtle about it. But then, I suppose so am I.”

This drew your attention back to her.

“Just because I don’t, well, enjoy your presence, that doesn’t mean I don’t see what you do for my son’s happiness. It doesn’t mean I don’t see how well you treat him, even when he bloody well doesn’t deserve it. You’re good to him, for him. I see it all,” she continued, eyes briefly leaving the road to look at you, “As his mother, I have always wanted to protect him, to be the only woman he loves with such feriousty. And I know that is a reason why I hold such a contempt and resentment toward you. Misplaced, possibly, but I can’t help it. He is my only son and I would do anything for him. Which entails me… weeding out the riff raff. But here you still stay, ready and willing to take me on to love my son. Not an easy feet, but an admirable one.”

As she was finishing, you came up to the Godfrey mansion.

“I do accept you, you know? I do, in my own way. And I hope through the thunder and the rain you will accept him too,” she turned off the engine but made no move to exit the car, “it is such a pity that things couldn’t have been different. That you couldn’t have been the one to bear the weight of all of this, isn’t it?”

Olivia then reached out and ran the back of her hand gently over the apple of your cheek, examining you in the way you would a prized pig at auction.

“But, I know that you will play a part in this before it is all over.”

She carefully took a single stand of your hair between her finger tips and slowly ran them down to the end. Her beauty had always been intimidating, but in this moment with the lowlight of the moon, her face was frightening. Like someone had pulled back her mask to reveal her ghastly, maleficent exterior. The hair stood up on the back of your neck as she surveyed you, and you had never felt like you had ever been in more immediate danger as you were in that moment. While you couldn’t see your expression, you could feel it was confused and slightly horrified. But Olivia could, and so she sighed.

“You better get in there now. The attic. He’s expecting you.”

She returned to her cigarette and looked out the windshield like she had been alone the entire time. Like she hadn’t been looking at you like the last gulp of water in the desert. You didn’t need any more prompting to flee the vehicle.

You found him in Shelley’s room, that was now bare of any signs of life. If you hadn’t been in this room just last week, you would have never known that it had been someone’s residence. You would have likely ruminated on the gross action on Olivia’s part for gutting her missing daughter’s room if it hadn’t been for Roman. Your sweet, broken Roman.

He sat with his knees to his chest and his arms wrapped around his middle. He wore an old flannel shirt and the most pitiful look on his face. His lower lip quivered and his doe eyes widened with grief and need.

“(Y/N)...” he choked out your name, half question half relief.

“Oh, my love,” you simpered before you ran to him and fell to his feet.

Once your knees hit the hardwood, Roman burst into tears, his long arms reaching for you. You went to him easily, effortlessly; you wormed your way between his legs and shuffled forward until you met his chest. Roman wound himself around you like a snake devouring its prey: with no way of you getting out of his hold. He clutched onto you like a lifeline as he sobbed into the crook of your neck, spouting apologies on an endless loop.

I should have called. I’m sorry. I missed you. I needed you. I wanted you. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Please, please, please.

What? Please, what?

Make this pain go away.

And you wanted to tell him that if you knew how, you would have remedied yourself days ago. But that wasn’t helpful, that wasn’t what he wanted to hear or what you wanted to say. So, all you said was:

“Ok.”

You sat with him on the floor until his tears ran dry. Your back throbbed in discomfort and your knees ached from your position on the hardwood, but you didn’t move a muscle. What was going to help you get through this, was to help Roman get through this. You would save the one Godfrey you could.

You had luck with suggesting you move to his bedroom after his body stilled from it’s cries. Roman nodded against you, and when you pulled away he left gritty tear tracks and dried snot smears on your skin. He wiped his eyes childlike, with the back of his hand, before he seemed well enough to let you stand from his hold. He let his tired hand skirt its way down your back as you stood and then promptly took a hold of your hand.You stuck your other out for him to take, which he did gratefully and you pulled him to his feet.

On the way to the elevator, you bore most of Roman’s weight. His arm was around your shoulders and both of yours were around his waist, keeping him upright. He momentarily wrapped his other arm around you as the elevator lurched down to his floor, before returning it to his side once the doors opened again.

You led him to his bedroom and felt a pang in your chest when you saw the state he had been living in. Discarded clothing and food wrappers covered the floor, empty cups and beer bottles held purchase over every surface they could, ashtrays overflowing with cigarette butts and whatever he was smoking were scattered about.

“Let’s sit, baby,” you said, moving Roman to his unmade bed and placing him on the corner, “do you wanna change into something?”

He shook his head swiftly and reached his hands out to tug on the hem of your t-shirt, “Just take it off.”

And you understood.

You helped him strip first, down to nothing at all, then did your own clothing. Adding both sets to the sea of laundry on the floor.

You stood in front of Roman in a position that would usually lead to a night of passion, but now was going to lead to a night of reassuring intimacy. Roman skated his fingers along your skin, cataloging every part of you with his fingertips and green gaze. Like he was proving to himself that you existed. He ran his thumbs under the flesh of your breast and moved in clean vertical lines to touch your nipples. He kept his thumbs in place as palms and remaining fingers came to cup you delicately. Roman met your eyes for a brief moment before he bowed his head against your sternum and deflated with a sigh.

Tears stung your eyes as your hands, that had been laying listlessly at your sides as he examined you, came to weave into his disheveled hair. Tugging periodically at his roots in a reminder of your everlasting presence.

You felt his chapped lips place soft, barely there kisses against your chest intermediate with his strained breathing. He nuzzled his face against your skin like he was trying to tunnel his way inside you for safe keeping, and when his efforts failed, he had to settle for the small kisses to taste you after your short separation.

“I need you. I needed you. Stay,” he whimpered to your body, gripping your breasts tighter as you did the same to his locks.

“Ok, yes. I’m here. I’m here now.”

He nodded, before you gently pulled him away so you could look at his beautiful face. That was still as stunning as the day you met him, even with the profound sadness in his expression.

“Let’s get some sleep, alright? I think that would do you some good,” you didn’t know for a fact, but the circles under his eyes told the story of his insomnia.

He sniffled, but nodded once more. He let you go to scoot back on his bed and rummage around for the corners of his blankets so you both could slip underneath. He collected the haphazard covers the best he could, then draped them open. Roman looked to you with a soft, frighteningly innocent expression for your boyfriend, and patted the spot next to him.

You crawled over to the spot and laid down. When Roman covered you both up and under his bedding, you could smell the wafting smell of smoke, body odor and beer coming from the sheets. Roman settled next to you and wrapped you back into his arms, he pulled you so suddenly to his chest you couldn’t help the tiny gasp from your lips upon the impact. He mumbled an apology as he got comfortable around you. His arm around your waist, his nose buried into the crown of your head, his leg thrown over your own. Roman created you a human cocoon, one that left you no option for escaping from.

Though, you really had no interest in leaving. You had missed this man with your entire being and to be near him again, made your heart swell with love and drain a fraction of the sadness in your chest. Roman’s embrace could cure a lot, but unfortunately not this agony. But, it was a start, and he was a salve you would never turn down. Roman always made everything better for you (even if in the moment, it felt like he was making it worse).

You pressed your lips to his knuckles and let out an encompassing sigh and let your eyes shut. You ran the tip of your tongue over the cracks in his skin and he hummed sweetly behind you, like a cat’s purr. You hoped that when you woke, you would feel better and Roman would be healed, even if you knew that was impossible. It was impossible, but you were allowed to dream as much as you wanted.

Forty five minutes later, you woke with a thin sheen of sweat heavy on your skin. Following your marathon sleep session after your mother found you on the lawn, you hadn’t slept more than two hours at a time. You had hoped Roman’s presence would help, but it seemed it was something in your body that would just have to run its course. You thought about seeing a shrink as you ran your nose along Roman’s radial bone. It could help you… but maybe Letha’s death was still too fresh to be searching for help. You’d give it a month, maybe six. Maybe then it would be easier to talk about.

Your whole life seemed to be composed of maybe’s lately.

Maybe things would get better. Maybe Letha would still be alive if you were in the room with her. Maybe Roman will call. Maybe he would hold you together when you broke apart. Maybe taking care of him would fix you both.

You just had to hope you figured it all out soon, because you didn’t know how much uncertainty you could take.

The longer you laid in Roman’s arms, no matter how much you had missed his embrace, you became restless. The room seemed to be closing in on you, the clutter unavoidable and ignorable. The mess was so awful that you couldn’t shake it from your mind. Some of the beer bottles had gained mold and there was a fly buzzing around an old fast food bag in the corner, not to mention the hills of dirty clothes that barricaded you from his en suite. The maternal, coddling feeling you felt in the attic to protect and fix Roman flared in your stomach and seeped into your blood stream until all you could think about was cleaning up the grieving mess he’d made.

So you did.

You gingerly extracted yourself from Roman’s hold, which had thankfully loosened from the depths of his slumber. You tiptoed over to where you had discarded his flannel from earlier and buttoned it up on your body. The last thing you wanted was to be caught going in and out of Roman’s room stark naked by one of the staff or God forbid Olivia. At that chilling thought, you slipped on your panties as well.

You left Roman’s room, leaving the door cracked so you didn’t have a chance to wake him. Then, you scurried down to the kitchen and gathered a box of trash bags and a pair of rubber gloves from the side of the sink. On your way back upstairs, you found Annalisa and told her there would be a few trash bags to collect from outside Roman’s room. You whispered, even though you were separated from Roman by two floors.

Back in Roman’s room, you crept around on light feet as you stuffed pizza boxes, rotting receptacles and overflowing ashtray contents into each white bag until they were full. You tried to pad the beer bottles with layers of other trash so they wouldn’t make as much noise, but that didn’t mean that you didn’t look over at the bed with baited breath each time they clinked together. You managed to fill four garbage bags without waking him, and set them outside his room for Annalisa to retrieve. When the trash was handled and the shapes of his living space were appearing again, you moved onto the laundry. You had planned on taking arm fulls down the hallway to the laundry shoot, then take the elevator to the basement to do as many loads as you could before Roman woke. Unfortunately on your third trip down the hall, you heard Roman’s throat crackling wail of your name.

You raced to Roman’s room and burst through the ajar door to find Roman, blankets pooling at his waist and tears in his eyes.

“Where did you go? You were gone!” he shrieked at you in anger as he battled off his cries.

“I was just trying to clean up a bit, Ro,” you replied, rushing to his side and sitting side-saddle on the bed.

“You said you wouldn’t leave,” he said through gritted teeth.

“I was just down the hall, honey. I never left.”

“You can’t leave me, you can’t leave my side. You can’t leave too,” he voice wavered at the end of his sentence.

Roman’s face soured and a scream erupted through his teeth and his face fell into his hands. He was furious he still felt so broken.

“Roman, baby, no. No, I’m not gonna leave. I’m here, I’m here, always. Always, always, always…” you said as you rested your chin on his shoulder and wrapped your arms around him, “I have you, Roman. I’m not leaving.”

You rocked him gently and cooed to him sweetly. You ran your hands over his skin and kissed the curve of his jaw until his breathing slowed once more and excess tension seemed to dissipate from his body.

“Do you wanna go back to sleep?” you asked, placing your cheek where your chin had been, so you could look at him, “I won’t get up this time.”

Roman shook his head, almost petulantly.

“Do you wanna shower? No offense Ro, but you smell kinda ripe,” you played.

“I haven’t had the energy,” he snapped.

He tried weakly to pull away from you, but your arms held strong.

“What about a bath? It’s low energy? I could take it with you if you want?” you proposed, not letting his bitter response deter you.

“You probably wouldn’t want to...because I smell like shit and all,” he pouted indignantly.

“Ro, I would bathe with you even if you actually smelled like shit. I’d do absolutely anything to take a nice bath with you, baby.”

You looked up at his profile and laid a series of pillowy kisses to his shoulder and trap muscle, before Roman sighed.

“Ok, we can take a bath.”

You smiled, “I’ll go get it started.”

You stood and walked to the bathroom (that you had made accessible) and started the water for the tub, and ran your fingers under the tap until it was Roman’s desired temperature. When you turned back to Roman, he had craned his neck to watch all your movements, his face full of worry. He didn’t trust the universe enough to take his eyes off you, again.

As you went toward him and Roman’s gaze never left yours. Not as you approached the bed, not as you walked across its surface on your knees, and not as you took his face in your hands.

“My beautiful boy,” you hummed quietly as you studied his face.

His creamy silk skin, his cherry stained lips, his fluttering eyelashes that framed perfect emerald eyes. You ran your thumbs over the expanse of his cheek bones, around the hollow of his eyes and followed the bridge of his nose to trace the arch of his eyebrows.

“My sweet boy,” you moved closer to his lips and Roman let out a distinctive mewl and you reveled in the pleasure of knowing you were making him happy.

You placed a soft kiss to his plump mouth and poured as much love and affection into it as possible. You nudge your nose against his and Roman sighed peacefully at the feeling.

The kisses shared were simple, chaste, but earnest. Your hands stayed clasp on his cheeks and Roman’s lay lax on his lap. You hadn’t kissed so soft or so innocently since you had first started seeing each other. While it was a change of pace for the two of you, it was well appreciated and savored.

When you pulled away from Roman’s mouth, he followed yours until you held his head study.

“I think the bath should be about ready by now.”

You got off his bed and held your hand out from him like you had in the attic, your way of asking him to let you usher him into comfort. Once more, he took your hand and gave you the permission to mend him.

You walked together to the en suite and you turned off the tap and shed yourself of Roman’s flannel and your underwear. You carefully stepped over the lip of the clawfoot tub and tried not to hiss at the obscene temperature he preferred and delicately lowered yourself into the steaming water, as Roman watched. Once you were submerged you looked up at him in question.

“Get in, honey,” you encouraged, shrinking back against the porcelain to give him room.

“I always hold you in the bath. That’s how this works.”

“Not this time. Now, get in.”

Roman looked on at you with a scowl.

“The water is getting cold, Ro. You either waste this lovely bath or you get in and just let me hold you.”

He looked over his shoulder, like a stranger may burst in and revoke his masculinity card if he let you be the big spoon. You wanted to poke fun at the action, but kept your mouth shut. He was unbelievably fragile at this moment, and all he needed was your kindness and protection.

“I’m supposed to take care of you,” he carped, “I’m supposed to protect you, y'know? Not the other way around.”

“I’m not allowed to take care of you?”

“No, it’s just,” Roman frowned, “I’m supposed to be the one who fixes. I’m supposed to take care of you.”

“And you do. But right now, I am taking care of you. And I always will, whenever I can and whenever you need it. It’s just a part of the deal.”

“Why?” he asked, his voice suddenly null of all angry testosterone, and full of vulnerability.

“Because I love you, Roman. I am hopelessly and utterly in love with you,” you shrugged lightly, “and that just means that I will always take care of you.”

You said this to him so frankly and so decisively that it left so room for him to argue or pout. You had told him a resounding fact and it was clear you wouldn’t hear otherwise.

After an uncomfortable thirty seconds of shifting his weight between his heels as he stood on the cold tile, Roman stepped into the water and settled against your chest.

You rounded your arms into the water and to hold him around his middle and hooked your feet over his shins.

Roman’s height, even now, dwarfed your own. He could easily and comfortably recline his head over your shoulder and against the tub. You hummed with peaceful satisfaction and slowly felt Roman relax against you. His tight muscles unraveled from their persistent tension, and he let his body be molded by the soothing water into his usually relaxed stature.

For a while, you both sat in content silence. The only sound in the room was the gentle slosh of the water and your matching even breaths. You stroked the skin of his stomach with nimble fingers, rounding his belly button and going through the hair above his groin. You ran your thumbs over the hollow of his ribs and over his protruding hip bones.

“(Y/N)?”

“Yeah?”

Roman twisted against you to be able to look you in the eye, “I love you, too.”

“I know, honey,” you placed a kiss to his nose and he smiled softly.

Though, his lips slowly flattened again and he looked at you earnestly, “I don’t want you to worry about protecting me. It really is my job.”

You weren’t going to argue gender roles and Roman’s twisted ideas of honor and rights then, so you just nodded.

“Ok, baby. You can protect me again tomorrow.”

And that seemed to satiate whatever macho part of his was blazing in his chest to turn back around and snuggle into you.

Surrounded by tempted water and all things Roman, your pain was briefly smothered by love, which really, was the best you could do. And that was more than ok for now.

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I Said... Hold Still // Obey Me // MC x Lucifer

rating: t words: 3.5k summary: takes place during the furry event, MC does the boys’ makeup for the video but takes *special care* with lucifer’s

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“Stop squirming, Levi. You’re going to smear everything and then I’m going to get mad.”

Leviathan blushed, visibly racked with the desire to fidget in the chair. “I can’t help it,” he said, crossing and uncrossing his ankles, which clunked into hers. “You’re so close to my face.”

A scoff audibly sounded off in the background, and the unmistakable tenor of Mammon’s voice filled the dining room.

“Yeah. A little too close, eh? Back off, Levi!”

Freya sighed. As long as Levi’s face was scrunched with annoyance, it’d be impossible to apply any more makeup to it. She paused, her hand a patient dove hovering in the air, coasting, while Levi replied.

“I’m not doing anything! You back off, stupid scumbag!”

“Hey! Ya gotta stop callin’ me that! Or else!”

“Or else, what? What are you going to do to me?”

The demon-princes were scattered throughout the entirety of the ornate, elaborate dining room, yet the collective sigh uttered by every mouth was a palpable hurricane churning in the air above them. A violent, fiery blush creeped into Levi’s neck, and Freya stilled her hand once more as he ducked his head in embarrassment.

She had to force herself not to sigh herself. “Relax, Levi. I’m not going to attack you.”

“Yes, hun, but that he wishes you would is the point,” said a voice from the opposite corner. A slash of daylight pierced through the window in front of him, illuminating the slender curve of his body. Even in that ridiculous costume. Asmodeus.

“If you know what I mean,” he finished. Freya didn’t have to look to know he was probably winking at them. The sunlight did nothing to illuminate the dripping sin of his voice.

Freya ignored the fresh wave of blood washing over Levi’s face, deepening the red even further. All that was needed was a quick blending of the brow-powder, and he’d be done, though if these idiots kept on rambling she wasn’t sure she’d ever be able to get him to hold still.

Even now, he seemed to vibrate in place, although he managed to keep himself in place enough to refrain from fidgeting. Freya worked as fast as possible, working as casually as she could without smudging the lines. If they could keep their mouths shut for once in their goddamn life--

“If what you mean is kissing, then yes. We do get what you mean. Levi, at least attempt to not think about it.”

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SATAN, you motherFU--

“No one is kissin’ ANYONE, do ya hear me!?”

“Oo-oh, how scandalous!! I want to see someone kiss!”

“Okay, tell me I didn’t wake up from a nap just to hear about Freya kissing someone!”

“Relax, Belphie. No one is kissing.”

“Ya damn straight, no one is kissing. Not ever! If Freya is kissin’ anyone it’s gonna be m--”

“Me! It’d be me! After all, who wouldn’t want to kiss me?”

“Enough.”

As Lucifer silenced the room, Freya shot Satan a glare, who returned the gesture with a grin so warm you’d never know how on purpose that truly was. What an arsonist. Truly. It was practically art.

The dining room was momentarily cast in shadow -- Freya looked beyond a mortified Levi to see a thick wall of cloud oozing across the sky. A frown tugged the corners of her lips down.

“All right, you lot,” said Lucifer. His voice crawled into the spaces around them like congealed molasses. “Clear out. Diavolo wants to start shooting as soon as possible.”

The most awkward of silences left the dining room charged and heavy, and all but Levi and Lucifer started towards the main hall.

Meanwhile, Freya wanted to be conscientious of his personal boundaries -- as he so often said he didn’t like to be touched -- but Freya wasn’t just about to let Levi leave after that.

“Hey, look up for me one more time before you go.”

She and Lucifer made zero comments about how dark his skin had become in embarrassment -- magenta would be too fitting for comfort. Freya, in her peripherals, saw how Lucifer pretended to preen himself in a corner away from them, adjusting and then readjusting his feline costume so it couldn’t possibly fall any straighter or more crisp on the lines of his body.

Levi complied, absolutely rock-frozen as he titled his eyes to the ceiling. Even the inner workings of his jaw were inert with strain.

“Did you know,” Freya began, dabbing ice-silver highlighter to his waterline, “That giraffes throw up on a regular basis?”

She was momentarily met with silence as Levi made himself unclench his teeth. “Giraffes?”

“Mhm. An animal in the human realm. Really long neck. Think of a horse with a snake-neck.”

“Whoa. That sounds like a final boss or something. If their neck is so long, how do they not suffocate then?”

It was working -- his skin was clearing of blush, returning to a lovely cream-shade which she always thought brought out the gold in his eyes so well. Freya, in an effort to dispel some of his shame, didn’t meet his eyes when they gazed at her out of curiosity. She prodded the outside corner of his eye with the same highlighter, tapping the glimmer into place.

“Well… that’s what I wanted to know, so I researched it for awhile. They have a bunch of spaces in their stomach so as they digest food, they puke it up into their mouth and then eat it all over again. Bizarre, right?”

Levi’s subsequent grin made itself onto her face as well, though she was careful to still avoid his direct gaze. And, was that Lucifer’s cheeks lifted in the over corner over there, or was that her own imagination?

“That sounds like Beel,” he said, beaming at her.

“They were my favorite animal for awhile after that, just because I would always laugh when I thought of it. In an environmental class back home we studied this, and as soon as it was brought up, I just couldn’t stop laughing. I got kicked out of class.”

“OMG,” Levi said. “That is hilarious! LOLOL, like, I totally would’ve lost it too.”

“It’s ridiculous. But it does make me smile, even to this day. Maybe it’ll help you too now.”

Levi’s answer was something soft in his eyes, like a window being opened.

Freya snapped the ridiculously expensive highlighter palette closed, absentmindedly making a note to somehow manipulate Asmo into getting her one just like it.

She tried to refrain from kissing anyone in the academy but that palette… perhaps kissing was not beneath her after all...

“‘Kay. You’re good to go!”

The clogged energy tangibly evaporated as they both righted themselves in the chairs, widening the amount of space between them. Levi didn’t look fully recovered -- his movements were a little too fast, a bit too premature.

However, as he stood up to join the others, the dread from earlier wasn’t etched onto the crevices of his face, and he smiled before heading out the door.

“Thanks, Freya! Seriously.” He dashed through the entryway, the joyful spring under his feet practically palpable.

The next breath was drawn in through the nose. Freya turned to the impromptu makeup station Asmodeus had set up for her earlier in the morning once more.

“Okay, lurker,” she called out. “Sit your butt down before I decide I don’t want to do this anymore and set fire to the building so Diavolo will send me away.”

The waxed, polished, impeccable hardwood floors clapped his shoes in greeting with every intentional footfall. Even from the side while she retrieved more eyeshadow, she could see the grimace on his mouth. He was staring straight through her.

“Not funny.”

Freya couldn’t help but grin as she swiveled the chair to face him.

“It was funny, but we both know you wouldn’t admit it even if you agreed so let’s get to business, shall we?” Freya held up a pen of liquid eyeliner for him to see.

Lucifer made no further comment, but she could’ve sworn his jaw looked like it wanted to come undone in a smile, just for a second. He nodded, burgundy eyes locked onto her face.

“Scoot closer. This always sucks the most.”

When he complied, their legs were utterly entangled, each thigh resting lightly against the other’s. Freya didn’t stop or make a comment -- she knew the rules of the game with him and wasn’t going to lose because of that.

If anything, the contact excited her. She’d be close enough to catch any reaction he made, scrutinize every inch of his visage for a sign of victory. When one edge of his mouth lazily pulled to the side in the faintest smirk she’d ever seen, an impish gesture, she knew he was on the same wavelength.

Freya leaned in, closing the distance between their faces until the warm billows of his breath collided gently over her cheeks.

“Don’t mind me,” she said, bringing a hand to cup the cheek opposite the eye she was going to start on. “I have to steady myself because I had a lot of coffee this morning and I can feel myself about to have a seizure.”

Lucifer did smile at that, and she mirrored him as her fingers slipped through the hair at the back of his head. Silk. Fresh rain. A bubble of clouds. There didn’t seem to be a description accurate enough to articulate the softness of each strand. Her palm came to rest on his jaw.

The dick part of her wanted to ask what kind of conditioner he used, to purposely destroy the playful tension, if only to mitigate the effect the intimacy had on her. It was certainly a go-to, and she had half a mind to blurt it out when his expression suddenly changed.

“That was kind of you,” Lucifer murmured, and she could practically feel the heat of his red gaze wash through her, “What you did for Levi. Comforting him so as to not embarrass him further.”

An unwanted softness expanded in the pit of her belly and her hand momentarily haltered all movement. She drew back to look at him, and felt her waggish expression melt into something more like his own.

Freya’s gaze tugged down at their legs, spidered out in a flamboyant web of limbs. “I’m all for a good roast, but they should be more mindful with how often they pick on him. He already has super bad self-esteem.”

Lucifer grimaced as pain, sympathetic, cracked across her face. “That he does.”

“Makes me want to punch him,” she mumbled, almost inaudibly. Exhaling, Freya lifted the eyeliner pen to Lucifer once more, tracing a thin cat-eye along the edge of his lashes.

“If he says that he’s too gross to love one more time, I will use our pact to make him do daily affirmations until he stops. I’m not above that.”

It was a while before Lucifer reacted to that, and a few moments of silence soothed the spaces around them. When he seemed to smile, Freya kept wordless and leaned in further, cleaning up the sharp edge of the wing at his eye. If she leaned in any further, her lips would brush across his cheek. Adrenaline flooded her belly.

“Not the worst way to exploit your authority, I suppose.”

“Hell yeah. Call me the demon-whisperer, improving internal dialogue one Avatar at a time.”

She withdrew her hand just in time -- Lucifer’s cheeks avalanched in the expansion of a smile, twisting his mouth until the ivory-white of his teeth was exposed. Another grin, another victory.

“Sounds like quite the endeavor.”

“Quite right, Watson. Okay, done with that,” Freya said, ignoring his momentary confusion and scooting herself back to the pile of makeup. She exchanged the eyeliner for a pastel palette before picking up a small, fluffy brush.

“All Diavolo wanted was a mutuality between species, and here you are trying to rehabilitate the princes of Hell into developing a more healthy sense of self,” he mused.

Lucifer’s warm eyes lowered and tracked Freya’s movements as she closed in and began dabbing at his eyelids with a pale lavender color, which accentuated the darkness of his burgundy irises so nicely it was obscene.

Did she look as beautiful to him as he did to her?

“Oh, dear,” he chuckled. “Where did you go?”

It was just then that Freya realized she hadn’t been applying the makeup on him so much as she was staring at it.

“What’s wrong? Did the artistry of your own handiwork distract you?” His full lips twisted into a more mocking version of his earlier grin.

“Or is it simply my natural beauty you find so interesting?”

A low, humming laugh churned in the bottom of his throat as Freya’s nose wrinkled itself at him.

“Actually, I was just thinking that if this film wins first place, the entire Devildom will be witness to you and all of your furry glory.”

All of the mirth fled from Lucifer’s face as she spoke. Dark strands of aura collected around the crown of his head before winking out of existence.

“It’s an exciting thought, right?”

When his eyelids lowered, Freya leaned back in, blending in a blue pastel with the first. The air around him sizzled with tension that dripped off of his body. “As the film stands, there is almost a statistical impossibility that it will win the competition,” he drawled. So confident.

“So, basically, it’s a non-issue.”

“You really believe Diavolo -- or Barbatos for that matter -- who are obsessed with this project, couldn’t or wouldn’t pull strings in our favor?” The hand on his jaw exploded with invisible flame as she shifted it for no other reason than she wanted to--

Lucifer froze. Freya pretended to be absorbed in her work and readjusted her fingers -- a mere twitch of the extremity -- slipping several of them in the hollow under his ear while anchoring her thumb so that the pad of the fingertip framed the corner of his mouth.

A triumphant fanfare burst in her head. She got him, caught him off-guard. Enchanted him. The world was correct once more.

“Diavolo is a noble man,” she started, sweeping away the fallout with her knuckles. She caressed the soft skin under his eyes gently, with care. “But men like him -- the ones who proclaim to uphold truth and transparency…”

Lucifer did not move, even as she playfully tapped the tip of his nose with the makeup brush.

“Those are the ones you can’t trust.”

A few short moments passed before Lucifer spoke again.

“I don’t know what demons you’ve been hanging around,” he began, leaning forward an inch. “But some of us are perfect gentlemen.”

He was playing with her.

Do not look at his lips, do not look at his lips.

The brush in her hand lowered as Freya also leaned in, matching Lucifer’s bluff, and the crimson glow of his eyes was soon all she could see, rather than the eyes themselves.

“I’ve only met one perfect gentleman in my entire life. He was a golden retriever.”

She saw the curve of his eyes when he smirked.

“You clearly need better friends.”

“How fortunate I was kidnapped and brought here, then.”

“How fortunate, indeed.”

“Hey, are you guys going to kiss?”

The shock of the intrusion jolted both Lucifer and Freya, nearly pressing them together, so… maybe?

Lucifer recovered first, smoothly straightening in his chair like a candle wick burning true.

“What do you want, Asmo?”

Of course it was Asmo.

When Freya settled, returning the makeup brush to the tray, she saw Asmodeus hovering in the dining room’s entrance, the gold of his hair casting ethereal arcs of color across the archway.

His eyes were wide with curiosity. “Well, first, I want to see you kiss, but I also came to tell you Diavolo wants to start filming now.” Asmo’s gaze flickered back and forth between them.

“Tell Diavolo we’re on our way,” Lucifer said, saying nothing of the lewd request. After a tense moment and a hard glare, Asmo drifted off, the whites of his eyes revealed in an impressive arc.

“He realizes he can just kiss people, right?”

She couldn’t help but grin at the blank expression coating over Lucifer’s visage.

“He realizes,” Lucifer said. “It seems as if voyeurism is a big interest of his, however.”

Freya accidentally snorted. “I don’t know what isn’t.”

“Manners, perhaps.”

Someone sighed. Freya wasn’t sure if it was her or Lucifer. Eventually, the two shared a glance and his eyebrows rose in question.

“Is my makeup adequate enough for filming?” The brows remained high on his forehead, now teasing more than anything else.

Freya instinctively raked his features, looking for any asymmetrical flaws or lopsided shadow. There was nothing but a fleeting suspicion that it was only Lucifer’s immaculate complexion which completed the makeup, rather than the other way around. He wore the makeup, rather than the makeup highlighting the beauty already there. How ridiculous.

“One more thing, actually.”

The lazy affect warped into confusion, narrowing his features, and then awe, expanding them back again. Freya had darted in the space between their bodies, one finger somehow already dipped into a cherry-colored lip stain, and she began tapping the pigment onto Lucifer’s bottom lip, ignoring the way his mouth parted with shock.

“To match your eyes.”

He remained silent while he composed himself, drawing back his eyebrows and lips to a close. Freya forced her face to remain stoic -- the relish of eliciting these kinds of reactions was a special sort of drug, but to keep him playing along, she had to forfeit a few her victories to soften the blow to his ego. Demon of Pride and all. She was more than happy to keep up with him. Her giant ego demanded it.

As if he could hear her thoughts, Lucifer probed her gaze with his own, scrutinizing the miniscule movements her every facial feature made, but she gave away nothing. He was content to hold still until she was finished with him, smiling politely, the warmth not touching his eyes.

“And none for yourself?” he chirped.

Freya’s gaze darted to the makeup tray at her side, but a warm hand had gripped her chin and forced her head back to Lucifer. A swarm of butterflies awoke in her diaphragm.

“You dote on all of us so much,” he pronounced slowly, casually, bringing his thumb to his mouth. “But it seems as if you are often left wanting, isn’t that right?”

Heat so hot it was ice overturned her nervous system, bringing it to a halt. “It isn’t that bad. Beel buys me food. Asmo gives me clothes. Luke and Barbatos bake me whatever I want.”

Freya frantically attempted to memorize the feeling of his thumb brushing over her lips. Did he feel this tense when she’d done this, like a worn outlet ready to spark? She waited until he was satisfied to speak.

“I’d say I have it pretty good.”

Lucifer smirked, clearly unconvinced. He reached over her, grabbing a wipe from the table and cleaning his hand. Their faces were momentarily close once again, and the cologne from his neck wafted over her skin. So rich, like sandalwood, but faint at the same time. Noncommittal. It was a perfect scent for him.

When his gaze lowered to her mouth and back up again, she thought her form would explode.

“Hm. I’m not sure all of that’s an equal exchange, though.” He stared at her in bewilderment.

“... What?” Suddenly, she was too conscious of herself. Why did he look at her like that? Was he unsatisfied with the color or something?

She heard the roll of his stool before registering he’d placed his palms on her shoulders. They felt like boulders and feathers and as if they should be there all the time, keeping her from floating away in her wild fantasies of abandoning the human world so she could stay there forever. It was just like giraffes. Ridiculous… right?

“Your hair.”

Eh?

Lucifer’s eyes were sure and steady as they raked over her again and again.

“It should be down for the fight scene. When you faint, it should cover your face, create some symbolism there.”

… Interesting. She didn’t know he thought about details like that. Wasn’t this more of Asmo’s territory? Still, Lucifer had a point. She’d only braided that morning because it was convenient, getting too long and too curly for comfort.

“How dramatic,” she replied, chuckling at his sincerity. “You’re right, though. Obscuring the face makes a much bigger statement to the audience. Creates lots of tension.”

Lucifer’s knees knocked against hers, two entities floating alone in the ocean, and he moved his hands to the hair-ties at the end of her french braids.

They were dexterous, slipping off the rubber and untangling the curls without tugging on a single one. Goosebumps seeped through her skin, giving her a full-body euphoria.

If she was being honest, even this simple gesture had her feeling pampered, taken care of. It resembled nothing of the food or retail items she was frequently gifted with, although those were of course, appreciated.

No, this was like... communion. A merging of two. Freya found that she couldn’t muster a smirk or a smart-ass retort as Lucifer slipped his fingers through her hair, arranging it in perfect pieces that cascaded over her jaw. She felt she wanted to sleep instead. Take a nap. Fall asleep to the sensation of him there, soothing her into unconsciousness.

Ah. Any feeling of victory disappeared in an instant. This was too close to real intimacy to be a game.

Lucifer adjusted the curls one final time before gently extracting himself from her space. There wasn’t any trace of mischief on his face either, or deception, or avarice.

She caught herself absently grooming herself of invisible lint or stray hair in the moments after. It seems as if their communion was finished, and they were to get on with their mission for the day.

“Well,” Freya said, steadily rising to her feet. She extended a hand in his direction. “Ready to go to war over me?”

Lucifer’s subsequent smile radiated mirth. “Of course.” He curled his fingers around her palm and rose to face her.

“I always defend what is mine. To the death.”

An unexpected giggle erupted from him at the shock rapidly freezing her expression.

“I’m joking, Freya. I’m ready. Let’s do it.”

Lucifer jesting? How novel.

With her hand in his, they began making their way out of the dining room. The sun was out -- its light had finally defeated the storm clouds before it.

“Call me Helen, I guess.”

Their voices ricocheted off the elaborate carvings etched into the doorway.

“... You know the story of Troy, ri--”

“--Yes, Freya, I get the referen--”

“--Okay, cool. That would’ve been weird. I hate explaining jokes.”

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