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surielstea · 1 month

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Love and Lust

Based on this request.

Pairing: Eris Vanserra x Fem!Reader

Summary: Eris and Reader need to consummate after their public mating ceremony.

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"Goodnight!" I shout to the guests as Eris drags me to our bedroom. They reply in a farewell but it's hardly audible because by the time they can get any words out, Eris had winnowed us to the top floor of the Forest house, tired of walking through the large sprawling complex.

I giggle as he pulls me closer, stumbling on my heels as I crash into his chest.

We had just had our public mating ceremony, there was a magical black ribbon twined around our intertwined hands that wouldn't untangle until after our mating was consummated, which left me connected to him. I looked up at him with a wild grin, the expression uncontrollable because I was overwhelmed with joy. "What's got you smiling like that?" He looks down at me with a raised brow and I bite my bottom lip slightly, wrapping my arm around the back of his neck. "I'm just happy," I shake my head in incredulity, rising onto my toes and pressing a kiss to his cheek. Fear settles deep in my stomach and I back away slightly, my smile faltering. "Are you?" My brows crease. "Happy?" I tilt my head anxiously. His grip tightens on my hand and he releases a small laugh in pure disbelief. "Of course I'm happy." He pulls me towards him yet again, snaking his free hand around my waist and my grin returns. "I don't think I've ever been more happy." He spoke solemnly, his fingertips warm me despite the fabric of my gown being a barrier.

I give him a saddened smile at the bittersweet sentiment. "You say it like it's a bad thing," I murmur, dragging my fingers through the Heir's russet hair. "Everything that's made me happy has been taken from me." He mumbled and a frown formed on my lips. "No one's going to hurt me," I promise, stressing my words so he knows it's the truth. "No one's going to take me either, I'm all yours." I hum, pecking his frown then fall back down my heels. "I know," He sighs, resting his forehead against mine, pressing a yearning kiss to my lips before backing away. "It's just— I can remember my father burning all my books while he made me watch," He swallows. "I can't shake the idea of him doing something similar to you." His voice shakes and my heart nearly shatters at the sound. "He's not here anymore," My hand comes to his cheek. "He can't hurt me, or you," I reassure. "I know." He repeats, this time with a nod.

I rise onto my toes again and press a soft kiss onto his lips, my heart aching as his hand wraps tighter around me as if he's afraid that I might disappear. His lips slot over my mind hungrily, not in any sensuous manner but rather just to get closer, to consume me entirely so no one could harm me without cutting him open first.

"I don't know what I did to deserve you," I murmur against his lips, and a smile curves along them. "You didn't have to do anything, my pretty girl." He shakes his head and my arm comes back around his neck, pulling him closer as I drag him toward the bed until the backs of my thighs hit the mattress.

I smile up at him dreamily as I sit down and pull him down beside me with our connected hands. He shifts up to the pillows and I'm forced to follow, my chin coming to rest in the crook of his shoulder as I lay on his chest. His hand came to my hair, dragging his fingers through it as I wrapped an arm around his middle and hugged him close. "I love you," I mutter and he sighs softly at the three little words he's been waiting his whole life to hear. I prop my chin up on his collarbone to look at him. "I love you too." He says without hesitation, hand coming to tuck a piece of hair behind my pointed ear.

I grin and lean in, softly pressing our lips together in a senseless daze.

He pulls me closer, hand coming to my cheek so he can slip his tongue into my mouth, and have me deeper, now determined to get the black ribbon untied.

His hand trails along my waist, gripping me tightly and pulling me over him so I straddle his hips. I smile at the new position, my free hand sifts through his soft, red hair. While his hand works at the ties of my dress.

I grin wildly once he gets every clasp undone. I break the kiss and move back so he can pull the top off of me while I thrash the skirts off, leaving me bare in my undergarments only, the lacy kind I knew made him feral. Something entirely male shone in his eyes at the sight of the white lace doing little to cover my most sacred areas.

He flips us over with fervor, pressing me between his chest and the mattress. He kisses me from my jaw down to my collarbone while I rush to get his shirt unbuttoned.

Once I manage to get to the bottom he shucks it off, revealing his toned abdomen, and his defined arms that made me throb. My hand immediately comes up to them, nails digging into the muscle when he sucks and bites at a particularly sensitive area, soothing it with the warmth of his tongue when he drags a lick along it.

I whine out, legs clenching together in pure need of him. I hadn't been this desperate since our mating bond clicked, and with the way Eris' hand was traveling every bare inch of skin it could find— it appeared the same was true for him as well.

"Eris, I want you inside," I whimper, brows creased as I grind into my thighs but it's no use, no comparison when it comes to how he fucks me.

"Want what inside?" He hums into my neck. "My fingers?" Something at my side burns, but in an oddly pleasurable way— pure heat emitting from his fingertips that left me contracting at the power he held. "My tongue?" He asks, licking a soothing stripe down the column of my throat hungrily. "Your cock." I murmur greedily. "Oh baby," He tuts in a pitying tone. "We've got to stretch you out first don't we?" He hums and I thickly swallow before nodding. "Right, so fingers," That burning sensation returns. "Or tongue?" He arches a brow and my stomach does backflips. "Both," I whine, and something sinister flashes in his eyes. "Greedy girl," He leans down and presses a loving kiss to my lips, then dips down to my collarbone, down the valley of my breasts to my navel— until he's finally hovering right above where I want him.

My legs jolt in utter need and he just stares, watches as my own body betrays me all because it yearns for him. "Eris," I cry out and as soon as I start begging, his two fingers dip beneath my panty line and he drags the lacy thing down my thighs, revealing my arousal, already glistening on my thighs. I clench around nothing as the cold air breezes against my heat.

He shamelessly watches as I roll my hips upward eagerly.

My brows twitch together as two of his long, thick fingers drag through my silken folds. I whine out his name, hand coming to his hair and tugging at his locks whenever his touch got teasingly close to my aching entrance.

I look down at him, making eye contact as he dips lower and his tongue attaches right over my clit. A moan releases from my parted lips, his amber eyes glow at the sound and he sucks on the sensitive part harder. I grind my hips up onto his face, pulling his hair.

His fingers go lower, circling my core without caution. "Er—" I struggle to get out his entire name, because just as I choose to speak, two of his lengthy fingers push into my pulsing hole, soliciting uncontrollable moans from the base of my throat.

"That's it, Fawn," His deep voice reverberates through my core, the vibrations darting through my cunt. "Fuck," I mumble breathlessly as his fingers work like magic, curling in the loveliest of places, scissoring and toying with the bundle of nerves deep inside of me.

His tongue rolls through my puffy clit, dragging chains of mewls from me. My back arches up and he nips at my reddened clit for moving and I scream, he quickly licks over it soothingly, but that burn remains and only had me hurdling closer to that edge.

"Eris," I sigh out, still staring down at him as he feasted on me, taking every drop of my arousal he managed to lap up, his fingers not ceasing for even a moment as he continued his horribly pleasurable ministrations. "Close," Is all I can manage to get out without my voice breaking. "Yeah?" He hums and my brows crease at how perfect he is making me feel. "Mhm," I nod with a passion he recognized well. "Be a good girl and cum on my fingers okay?" He flicks his eyes up to me and I swallow thickly, shakily nodding in reply. He allowed me to grind up against his face, rutting into his sharp nose that flicked against my clit.

I mewled and he nipped at the area— causing my release to catch up to me without warning. My orgasm hit me hard, crashing over me like waves of heat and pure lust. When I came it was his name on my lips, eyes glued shut as I relish in the intensity of every touch.

He continues to pump his thick fingers in and out of me, bringing me down from that high at a leisurely pace.

Once his hand leaves me and I'm deprived of his touch I can feel myself needing another round, that after-orgasm high had me feeling like I was on fire, and I loved it.

"More," I beg.

"More?" He arches his brow.

I nod, eyes glazed over as my lip quivers, the depiction of pure need in my features. "You sure baby?" He drones and I nod hopelessly. The corners of his mouth sharpened and his hand soaked in my juices left my folds, bringing it up to his mouth and licking a long stripe between his fingers. My mouth waters as I stare unabashedly, toes curling at the way his long tongue dips through his fingers. "I'm sure." I rasp out and he removes his hand from his mouth. "Then be good and turn around." He commands in a voice that makes me remember he was the general of armies.

I suppress a whine and do as he says, flipping over onto my front, my knees folded under me as I hiked my ass up for his viewing, our wrapped hands intertwine, his over mine protectively as he slowly grinds the rough marital of his pants into the throbbing apex of my thighs.

"Good, so good for me," He whispers along my spine, shivers running along it at the praise. He removes his pants with a ruffle of clothing, his cock springing out and pressing against my slick. I sob in pure need, he curves over me and his abdomen presses to the small of my back, pressing me lower into a deeper arch, my head burying in the pillows as he aligns himself with me.

I whimper as I feel his tip prod at my slit, rubbing his pre-cum through it, making me drip down his shaft. "Be still baby," He instructs and my entire body locks up, afraid of moving in case he decides to punish me for disobeying. He lets out a teasing laugh, breathy against the shell of my ear. Then he presses into me and my stomach caves to fit nothing but him.

"Fuck," The low moan is muffled by the cloth of the pillow, tears prickling my ears at the foreign stretch. He goes deeper, only halfway, and already brushing against my most sensitive areas. "Eris," I cry as he pulls out only to roll his hips back into me with an articulated control. "You like being a good little girl for me don't you?" He surmises and I whimper. "Mhm," I nod into the pillow. "Yeah, it gets you off doesn't it?" He hums from beside my ear and I swore I was ready to release right then and there. I squeeze around him tighter at the hot feeling rushing through my body. He hisses. "Fuck, you're tight." He grunts out, pulling out and without warning, slamming all the way in, his balls slapping against my ass, his hips snapping to mine, and his cock molding me for him and him only as my walls expand around him like a perfect sleeve as I fit around every inch of him.

I scream into the pillows at the feeling, tears cascading down onto the pillow as he picks up speed in his thrusts, ripping moan and moan from me without caution. My back arches into his powerful body, attempting to feel him deeper. The peeks of my breast press against the sheets, my nipples overtly sensitive as they rub against the mattress while Eris pushes me up it with every forceful thrust, pounding into me from behind like he couldn't get enough.

"Eris— please," I whimper and he nips at the side of my neck in reply. "Want me to stop?" He taunts, knowing my answer because, gods, he was so fucking good at pumping me full of all of him, ramming into every point and stuffing every crevice. I pant as I feel my second release chasing closer, ready to snap at any point now.

"I'm— fuck, so close" I manage to get out and I feel his vicious smile curve his lips against the back of my shoulder.

His speed doesn't relent at my words, continues shoving into me with an unfathomable force. "Still want more?" He asks and I can only nod, dumbly agreeing to whatever he says.

"That's what I thought my fawn." He hums, then does something wicked with his hips that has his base rubbing in my clit. At the feeling I grasp the sheets and convulse around him, breath quickening as a second orgasm tears through me, euphoria rippling along my spine from my core.

But he doesn't cease his movements, if anything, he begins going faster.

I choked out a sob, I didn't think I could take any more. The overstimulation was too much. You buck and writhe at the feeling but still, he doesn't slow. "Eris I can't, it's too much." I cry out and the peppers feather light kisses up my spine. "If it was too much you would've said your safe word already." He muses. "But no, because you enjoy this. Don't you, my greedy girl?" He purrs into my ear and my stomach backflips, because he was right, it was pleasurable and he knew it.

"Say it," He hums. "Say you love being fucked senseless." He demands and I sniffle, the repeated sound of his balls slapping against my ass has slick dripping from my propped-up thighs. "I love it," I murmur. "Love being stuffed full," I add, hand tightening on his. He somehow pumps into me faster at inhumane rates, the sound of my voice getting him closer to the edge so I give him more, allowing every dirty thought to spill from my sensuous lips.

His hand comes to my lower stomach, pressing me into his hips, then applying the slightest pressure so he can feel himself inside of me, moving in and out because he was so fucking deep. "Eris, ah, feels good," I murmur, fisting the sheets and he presses harder, hitting an entirely new area that leaves me entirely breathless.

My third orgasm of the night approaches and I doubt I'll be able to last another, I need his seed inside of me. Need him, all of him now.

"You close baby?" He asks and I nod fervently. "Good, me too." He hums, pressing a kiss to my shoulder.

"Please Eris, m' so close" I whimper and he presses another kiss to my sweat-slicked skin. "A little bit longer fawn, be good." His fingertips dig into my hip in warning and all I can do is nod, swallowing down my begs.

I clench around him as tight as I can, reveling in how good it felt every time he pulled from my cunt only to same back in, hitting home. My back bows, shoulders tensing as he pulls me apart.

"’Ris," I murmur. "Eris." My sigh is barely audible. "I can't, please." Tears prickle at my eyes. "Gods, I love it when you beg like that." He purrs and I mewl at the intense pressure of his heavy member inside of me, my third orgasm begging to be heard as I do everything in my power to ignore it. His breath becomes irregular and I know he's close as he twitches inside of me. "Fuck," He grinds out through his teeth. "Can I?" I whine and he nods behind me. "Go ahead, baby." He allows and it takes me less than a second to obey his command.

My third release finds me with vehemency, nails digging into my palms and pussy fluttering around his cock as his release injects me full of his seed, spurting out into every groove and crevice, slotting deep inside of me. I didn't want him to pull out, I didn't want the warmth of his seed to leave me.

The ribbon binding our hands snaps and magically unravels but he doesn't let go of my hand for even a moment, in fact, he squeezes it tighter, allowing us a moment to catch our breaths.

He kisses softly along my skin and after a few minutes of peaceful silence, he slowly drags his member from my cunt, earning him a pitiful whine, his release rushes out of me and down my slicked thighs and I clench my legs together, wanting to keep it nestled deep inside of me.

"Eris," I murmur as I slide down onto the bed, allowing my limbs to relax. "I'm here Fawn," He reassures, stroking a hand through my hair and I nod. "I'm tired." I rasp out and he presses a kiss to my forehead. "Let's get you cleaned up, then you can sleep alright?" He hums and I nod dreamily. "Mmkay," I drag out tiredly and he replies with a breathy laugh.

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erosmutt · 18 days

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SAM COMING CLEAN TO READER THAT HE'S SELF MEDICATING/IS A JUNKIE. and being all sad and pathetic and scared she is gonna leave him! Stoooooooop i have a savior complex and also want him to cry fuck me

-exam girlie

i was JUST writing sam and dealer!reader, oh gosh. as you wish! <3 (had to add a line break bc it's kinda long, not proofread oops)

𖦹 drug mention, whiny crybaby sam, he is such a good boy and eager to please, angst, make up sex ig, reader is NAWT happy!

𖦹 accompanied by Great Big White World ⋆ Marilyn Manson

"just- hear me out, okay?" Sam asks, rubbing his arms up and down while he paces your living room. you lean back into the couch, "i'm listening." this was the first time you'd seen him in a week. he was hospitalized after taking a speedball with Corey and Josh.

"i... i've been- it's 'cause-" he groans in frustration, tangling his hands in his hair and tugging. you watch, letting him do his thing. "i just.." he once again trails off, then sniffles. his voice wavers too - was he crying? you'd never seen sam cry. not once. ever.

he comes over and plops down onto the couch, elbows resting on his knees. he was going through a withdrawal - his eyes were bloodshot, he was shaking uncontrollably, and he looked like he hadn't slept in eons.

"i know you're gonna be mad at me, okay? i already know!" he whines. you sigh. "Sam, just tell me, alright?" you were getting sick of him beating around the bush. he always did this shit - whines and stomps his feet and flaps his sweater paws and shifts his weight and shimmies around and pouts. and you ate it up every time. because he was your boyfriend. and it was adorable.

his hand comes up to fiddle with his labret. "i use..." he murmurs softly, and you can't do much but blink at him. you knew he smoked weed, but hard drugs? then you're filled with irritation.

"Corey and Josh did this, didn't they? put you up to this?" you stand, and cross your arms. Sam immediately follows suit, now looking down at you. "wait! wait, listen okay?! you gotta listen, please!" he takes a shaky breath. "i- you don't understand! please, listen- don't leave me, don't leave me, please."

you just stare up at him. "you lied to me, Sam." he huffs and stomps his foot like an angry bunny, squirming around. "i didn't!" "you did! you told me you weren't going to get into any trouble with them, Sam!"

the look in your eyes made him want to cry. you were pissed, and it was all his fault. everything was always all his fault, wasn't it?

"just forget it!" he yells, tears spilling down his cheeks. "you never listen to me! never! you're just like my parents!" and that really pissed you off. in a swift motion, you reach up and grip his face, making him look down at you. "i never listen to you, Sam? who's always been there for you, huh? who's always supported you? let you stay over when you run away from home, when you need someone to talk to because your parents don't want to be bothered? huh? but i don't listen? i don't care?"

oh he most definitely fucked up. you were completely right - he went to you for every damn thing. every minor inconvenience, and you always entertained him and helped with whatever it was. his shoelace was knotted? you got it undone for him. he wanted you to do his homework because he was busy getting high? you did it. and he had the nerve to imply you didn't give a fuck about him.

"wait!" Sam cries, wrapping his arms around you. "i didn't mean it, i didn't. i just feel like you're getting mad at me, and i hate when people are mad at me, 'cause i feel like i'm gonna get yelled at, and-" he stops his ramble and sniffles. "'m sorry."

and there goes all your resolve. he was so precious (and pathetic), you couldn't stay mad. if you were mad at anyone, it was his bitchass friends you would be having a talk with soon. you sigh softly and rub his back. "it's okay Sammy, i'm sorry for yelling."

he hiccups, and pulls away, wiping his snotty nose with his sleeve. "really?" he asks, and before you nod, he pouts. "you're lying!" you raise an eyebrow. what was he on about now? "you're just saying that to get me to shut up, aren't you?" here comes the waterworks. again.

and your resolve was back. "Sam-" "no! i'm so sick of you all! you never try and listen to how i feel!" you sigh and put your hands up in surrender. "fine." you don't want to argue. you turn to walk off, making Sam stop and look at you. "...babe?"

you begin walking, and he steps to you, tugging you back by your shirt collar. "babe! where are you going?!" with a roll of your eyes, you turn around and glare up at him. "to give you some fucking space, because you're pissing me off and i'm not in the mood to deal with you."

he'd never heard such harsh words from you before! you'd never told him off, you always coddled him!

"w-wait!" oh, he was stuttering now. how pathetic. "i can make it up to you! please! let me, please." he shifts around nervously, then cups your face and leans in, smashing his lips against yours. you reluctantly kiss back, but his desperation made him so aggressive that you had to hurry up to keep pace, his tears and snot getting onto your face.

"hmm, mmph," he pulls away, a string of saliva that connected your tongues snapping once he licks his lips. "lemme make it up to you," he once again wipes his snot away with his sleeve. "i can, i promise." when you just give him a look, he takes it as a yes and begins to frantically undress himself until he's just in his plaid boxers and socks and shoes. he guides you to the couch and pushes you down, tugging at your jeans as if he was running out of time. "gonna make it up to you, promise," he murmurs, pulling them (along with your panties) off you.

he takes himself out and spits down onto his hand, then rubs it over his cock. as soon as he pushes inside, he lets out a bitchy whine and nearly collapses on top of you. "wait, i got it, promise-" you noticed he always said that. he promised. you had yet to see him keep one, though.

Sam's eyes begin to well with tears again, his nose getting runny. "wai- wait wait wait," he exhales shakily then swallows. "i can do it..." he sniffles, his hips slowly moving forward until he bottoms out inside you. "hnn," he sniffles, warm tears falling onto your face.

he was dead set on pleasing you. he thrusts his hips against yours, tears continually falling onto you - your face, neck, and shirt, depending on where he was. "din' mean to make you upset," he murmurs, trying to focus on not cumming prematurely. "always- hhhuh- do that," his arms were shaking, he could barely hold himself up. "hate making you mad, y'know,"

finally losing his strength, he falls forward, his weight now pressing into you, drawing a huff from you. "oh god, Sam-" he lets out a low whine, nuzzling against your cheek, smearing tears onto your skin. "please don' be mad anymore babe, don't," you wince, trying to push him up by his shoulders to no avail. he was a heavy thing. "alright, i'm not," and him fucking you wasn't really making it up to you. he was just sobbing pathetically and using you as a goddamned tissue while he rutted his hips like a virgin.

he did cum prematurely, surprise surprise. he was so fucking pathetic it was laughable. but he was your pathetic laughable boy nonetheless. it took him an entire ten minutes to recover, all his weight on you as he laid on you with no care for crushing you. he was silent besides his panting, and you could do nothing except stroke his hair to hopefully coax him to sleep. you would have an actual productive conversation with him sometime soon, not able to handle another fit from Sam.

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n0v4t33z · 6 months

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Dark Desires: Chapter III - Malice In Wonderland

Pairings: VampireCatHybrid~Seonghwa x Female Reader, VampireCatHybrid~Ateez x Female Reader

Genre: Horror, Angst, Romance, Vampire Ateez, Paranormal?

Word Count: 11.1 k

Tags/Warnings: For Mature Audiences, Violence, Language, mentions blood, Magic, Fantasy, Some Fluff, Highly Suggestive at times (This is a warning for the whole story overall)

Chapter specific: Non sexual nudity, death, kidnapping, lying and manipulation, suggestive, violence, themes of horror, hints at rocky relationship with parents (Will update if more come up)

Author's Note💌: Hi! Honestly I didn't think I was going to be able to make the Monday deadline because I was editing this on tumblr and I lost all my work?? I don't know why, I basically lost a whole days worth of progress and I had to start all over again which was frustrating but luckily I got it done just in time! Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy this chapter, sorry if there are some parts that are a bit rushed I did try to fix them and lengthen them a bit. (Any mistakes I might have left unseen will be fixed at a later date!)🌙

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It’s been 4 hours since they left and I’m not going to lie as time passes by the more scared and anxious I get. I hope everything goes well. While I sweep the kitchen I hear the door open and a lot of rustling. I set the broom down and head over to the entrance only to see Mingi with a female over his shoulder and she looked to be passed out. Slowly a pit in my stomach grows as I watch him carry her into the chapel like she weighed nothing . Seonghwa sees the look on my face and gently strokes my cheek “You don’t have to do this you know?” I shake my head and I say “No, I’ve got this.” and I walk over to the chapel and see her lying on the floor. She was beautiful, she also looked like she’s a very nice person. I shift my attention over to the guys, I noticed they were very serious, something all too familiar. It was just like when I first arrived here. The 8 vampires stand in front of the woman’s body patiently until a few minutes later that seemingly felt like hours until she slowly starts regaining consciousness. She slowly sits up and looks up at them and screams, a blood curdling scream that jolted me back into reality. The woman says “Where am I?!” Hongjoong walks over to her and kneels in front of her and says “Don’t worry about it, just be a good girl okay?” she begins to uncontrollably cry and panic causing Hongjoong to smirk and extend his hand in my direction “Miss y/n, could you be a dear and please help me calm her down?” I feel so pressured to do everything correctly because while I walk over to that woman I feel everyone’s eyes on me, it was honestly kind of embarrassing. I gently grab her shoulder and kneel down next to her. “Hey, it’ll be okay. Take deep breaths.” I’m so sorry… She nods while teary eyed trying to calm herself down until eventually she quiets down. Hongjoong smirks “Thank you Miss y/n. Now, do you mind cleaning her up? She’s quite dirty from transit…” Hongjoong glances at Mingi only to have him shrug in response. While I help the woman up Hongjoong continues “Yeosang, be a dear and help out Miss y/n we don’t want our guest to try and pull a fast one on us.” He turns to look at the woman with an evil grin plastered on his face. The woman seemingly hides behind me clutching onto my arm tightly.

Yeosang then walks behind me and the woman. While heading up the stairs the woman whispers “Do you know where we are?” I glance over at her and shake my head “Honestly I don’t know. I haven’t been here very long either." The girl glances at Yeosang who shoots her a scary gaze causing her to look forward and quiet down.

Once we arrive to the bathroom I look over to Yeosang “Master, do you mind waiting outside? If there’s any trouble I’ll call you.” he nods understandably but still keeps a stone face and I close the door behind me, the girl then sits down next to the bathtub then I begin to run a bath for her “So, what’s your name?” She looks over at me and says “Sumi” Wow, she's so pretty and she has a pretty name.. “That’s a petty name, I'm y/n.” I touch the water then I look over at Sumi “Your bath is ready” she shyly looks away then I turn away covering my eyes “Don’t worry I won’t look, I do have to stay in here though.” I hear rustling then a few moments later I hear a small splash. I sit next to the bathtub while Sumi begins to wash her long black hair then she quietly asks “How long have you been here? Aren’t you scared of them?” I grab the towel next to the bathtub “Well I’ve been here for about 2 weeks, and honestly I am a bit scared except I just do everything they tell me to do. I try my best to make them happy and in return they’ll be nice.” she looks at me with a shocked expression then says “Have you tried to escape?” I shake my head and I look down at the cat crest on the apron on my dress “Hm, no but I did plead with them to let me leave but it’s no use they won’t let me and in all honesty I just don’t want to anger them.” Sumi reaches over, grabs my hand and says in a very quiet voice “Let’s escape together, they already trust you enough so maybe we can figure out a way to escape." I shake my head “I’m so sorry Sumi but I can’t leave even if I wanted to.” Her eyes slightly widen then she looks at me in disbelief “What do you mean? Didn’t you say you’re scared of them? Now is your chance to escape… We can do this together.” I lean over and I quietly say “ I’m sorry Sumi but I really don’t want to be on their bad side you really don’t know what they’re capable of doing so i’m going to do what they say and maybe hopefully they let me go one day.” I get up and open the towel in my hands “Alright let's get you ready for bed now” I hand the towel to Sumi and while she waits to dry off she brushes her hair and eventually she changes into a night gown I've randomly picked for her. When we step outside, we see Yeosang patiently waiting for us. Once we escort her to the room with the sigil on the door and the floor. She gets into bed and I bring her a tea so she could relax and fall asleep faster. Before taking a sip from her tea Sumi looks over at me and says "Is this poisoned?" I shake my head "Oh no, it's not I promise. I just thought I'd bring you something to help calm your nerves." She looks down at her tea for a bit she then she looks back at me and says "Please don’t leave me here all alone, those guys really scare me.” I sit on the chair next to the bed “Don’t worry I’ll stay here until you fall asleep I won’t go anywhere I promise.”

She sets the teacup on the night stand and shifts her gaze to me “Why are you so stuck on being here? What do you even get from it?” I look down and shrug “I don’t know. At first I hated it here but if I’m being honest I still kind of like it.” Sumi scrunches her nose looking at me like I just said the dumbest thing ever “Why?” I stare at the sigil below the bed and over at the black cat stitching on my apron “I’ve made friends. Unconventional ones but I made them, which makes me feel less lonely than I did when I was living with my family.” Sumi sighs and leans back resting her head on the white headboard behind her with her arms crossed across her chest. “Since when do friends kidnap you and don’t let you go home though..” She’s right.. It doesn’t sound right. The least they should do as friends is let me briefly see my family. After a few seconds of me not saying anything Sumi reaches for my hand and tightly squeezes it “Think about it, we’ll escape together. They can’t do anything to you because you’re their friend. They wouldn’t think of hurting you right?” Mingi didn’t hesitate almost killing me though, what if some of them do feel that same way he does towards me but they’re just really great actors. What if they’re waiting for the right time to kill me? “I mean, I guess you are right. If they cared they’d trust me enough to let me go” A smile paints Sumi’s lips and she pulls my hands towards her causing me to sit at the edge of the bed and her inching close to me. “So are you going to do it?” I look at the ground and sit there silently fo a few seconds until I finally speak “Go to sleep, they sleep in the afternoon then we’ll talk about it.” Sumi smiles and gives me a hug “I promise we’ll escape and we will both go back home.” A huge knot grows in my throat and my eyes begin to sting. I hum in response and blink back my tears. They told me not to get close, but here I am…

Eventually when she falls asleep and I exit the room then Yeosang locks the door behind me “You can go to Seonghwa’s room now Miss y/n the sacrifice will begin at 3:33 which is in about 30 minutes so I can give you a sleeping potion I made the other day in the lab so you sleep right through it.” I hesitantly nod “S-Sure where is it?” he then pulls out a vial from his pocket with light purple liquid in it and hands it over to me “First, get ready for bed then take this it’ll knock you out in about 1 minute while it makes its way through your bloodstream” I nod then I walk into Seonghwa’s room. I look down at the vial of purple liquid in my hand. Should I take it? I should, but I don’t think I can but if I don’t I know i’ll regret it. I change into my night gown then I get ready for bed eventually I lay in bed then I look at the vial. “I need to know what happens to Sumi.” The door suddenly opens and it’s Seonghwa, he walks over to me and smiles “Did you take the medicine Yeosang gave you to sleep my love?” Immediately out of instinct I nod he smiles and gently presses his lips on my forehead. “I’ll see you in the morning princess get some rest, I love you.” My cheeks flush and I nod “I love you too.” he keeps his warm smile then exits and closes the door behind him. I put out the candles and I lay down in complete darkness. If it gets unbearable i’ll take the medicine. I lay there for a few minutes waiting for something to happen then I get startled by a scream and immediately I get up and I slowly open the door and I look over to the room where Sumi is in but I couldn’t see anything. Sumi then screams again but this time she says “y/n! Please help me! You said you’d never leave me!!” My stomach drops and a heavy knot forms in my throat that I gasp and I cover my mouth, my eyes slowly get blurred by the tears. I’m so sorry Sumi, you didn’t deserve this. This is all my fault I’m so sorry.. At this point I hear someone faintly speaking but I couldn’t hear exactly what they were saying. Sumi begins to violently cough and choke on presumably her own blood and I begin to silently cry trying not give myself away. Eventually it grows silent and I slowly close the door and I lay down in bed. While I look up at the ceiling I clutch onto the vial then I take the medicine. For the next minute I lay there crying until I was was too tired to cry.

The next morning I wake up and notice Seonghwa sitting next to me reading a book. He notices I’m awake and puts down his book. I look up at him then I bury my face in his chest, everything that happened last night comes pouring back in an instant. Sumi’s screams echoed in my mind. I try to stop my tears by shutting my eyes “Hey, princess you’re up what’s wrong are you okay?” I manage to get a hold of myself then I pull back slightly teary eyed he then gently strokes my cheek while he looks deeply into my eyes “What’s wrong my love?” I shake my head and I look down “It’s nothing. It’s just- I'm just a bit homesick and I miss my mom that’s all.” I sit up next to him “I’m so sorry, I wish I could let you see your family but I can’t. You’ll be in more danger if you go back now that you’ve talked and seen us.”

He rests his forehead on my shoulder for a second then looks back over at me “Besides you’re safer here than you are back home, I saw the crime rates there and it’s pretty dangerous.” I grab Seonghwa’s cold hands and I gently hold them “I’m already used to it though, I grew up with having to protect myself so I’ll be okay. Can you at least let me tell my mom I’m okay? She must be worried sick, and probably thinks I’m dead.” A hesitant expression grows on his face “I don’t know about that my love.” I’ll do this for Sumi, she’s right. I deserve to see my family at least once. I sit on his lap and wrap my arms around his neck while I nestle in his neck. “Please? You said you love me…” One of his hands slither to hold my waist and the other one moves to my thigh gently squeezing it, his breathing becoming a bit shallow. I gently kiss his neck while I run my hand down his chest “It can just be the two of us, and you can just tell my parents you’re going to be my husband. You know? To make it more official.” He slowly runs his hand through my figure and pulls me in for a kiss “Well…If that’s the case then it wouldn't hurt to go see them for a little bit, but we can’t stay there for long I don’t want Draven to see you with us..” I gasp and give him a doe eyed look then I pull him into a hug. “Thank you so much! I love you so much I promise this will be the only time I ever ask for anything!” He chuckles and pushes a strand of hair behind my ear “I love you too my love, get ready I’ll wait outside okay?” I nod and hurriedly climb off the bed. It’s scary how Seonghwa is acting like nothing happened last night. Like he didn’t just kill a whole human. Then again, their will to live was probably stronger than empathy, which is scary to think as a vampire being tied down to that monster. I hate to think that if I was put into that position I would shamelessly probably do the same thing.. it most definitely doesn't make it okay though no matter how kind they've been. It's scary to think that if they have to, they will get rid of me whether they're attached or not.

I walk over to the dresser and see the drawer stocked with clothes. After changing clothes When I head over downstairs and see Seonghwa waiting for me by the entrance I see him looking at me with a smile on his face. “You’re wearing the clothes I bought for you.” I smile and lace my hand with his “Of course why wouldn’t I? “ Seonghwa reaches over and grabs his long black trench coat jacket and puts it on. We leave the house and as soon as I step outside the chilly autumn breeze grazes through my skin and for the very first time I notice this is the first time I’ve walked through the front door since I got here. It turns out we’re in the middle of nowhere in like a forest so it makes sense as to why no one even knows about this house. Seonghwa opens the door to a really gorgeous looking black luxury car, presumably Seonghwa’s or one of the guys who knows but it looks really expensive. He looks over at me and covers my eyes “Close them, and don’t open them until I tell you okay?” I put my hands over my eyes “Wait why?” Seonghwa reaches over and gently pats my thigh “Just trust me.” Then I feel the car very rapidly increasing speed until for a split second I don’t feel like the car is moving at all then after a few seconds of feeling nothing the car goes back to driving over the road. “Okay, you can open your eyes now” He gently pats my thigh and I open my eyes, immediately I look behind us and notice it was just forest. I think I just went through a portal. Was that a portal? The more he drove down the road the more I began to recognize the roads and buildings. Until eventually I guide him to my house. We get out of the car and I run towards the door while Seonghwa calmly walks behind me. I run up the steps and knock on the door, a few seconds later my mom opens the door, gasps and I wave at her “Hey mom.” For a few seconds she looks at me like she's seen a ghost and she tightly pulls me into a hug. “y/n! Sweetheart, where have you been? We’ve been looking for you, we were beginning to assume the worst happened to you...” I shake my head "I'm fine mom, I just wanted to come and let you guys know I'm fine and relieve you from that worry." My mom looks behind her as If she was looking for someone and says "Hold that thought-"

She lets both of us in and has us sit in the living room and says “I’ll go call your dad and your brothers, they’re outside in the backyard I just want us to comfortably talk..” While she leaves for a bit to get the rest of my family Seonghwa turns to me and asks “So are you the youngest in your family?” I shake my head “Actually, I’m the oldest.l.” He nods “Ah, I see. Must be hard being the eldest.” I chuckle “Ha, yeah it kind of is. Parents have very high expectations of me which is why my relationship with my father and mother is somewhat strained.” Suddenly I hear both my little brothers run into the living room and I get up and hug them tightly “Hey Kiddos!” then I turn and see my dad entering the room looking at both and Seonghwa and I in shock. I walk over to my dad and wave “Hey dad, um I’m not dead.” My dad gives me a cold stare and says “Where did you run off to? If you wanted to move out you could have told us. You had your mom so worried sick she couldn’t even sleep.” I sigh then I look down at the floor and Seonghwa walks over to my dad and confidently extends his hand and says “Hello I’m Seonghwa, y/n’s husband.” My dad’s jaw drops while he shakes his hand and says “Are you serious? You never talked about dating anyone again. You rarely even left the house when you weren’t at work” I look over at Seonghwa and smile then I say “I met Seonghwa at the store I worked at dad.” My mom then grabs my hands and says “But you haven’t known him very long sweetheart how could you marry him a few months after meeting him?” I shake my head “Actually, I’ve known him for about 3 years, he was a regular at the store.” My mom tilts her head in confusion “You just got out of a relationship a year and a half ago sweetie..” Seonghwa gives my mom a warm smile “We started out as friends but after her breakup she was in bad shape and I kind of wanted to show her that not all men are bad. So, after we began dating we fell in love very deeply, and if I’m being honest I liked her way before we even started dating but out of respect for her relationship I decided not to make a move until she became single.” I nod and smile then my mom says “That’s very sweet of you, not many young men as respectful as you exist anymore sadly.” My mom’s eyes slightly narrow as she walks over to Seonghwa and examines his face a little closer “Sorry for changing the subject, I’ve just been meaning to ask this but how come there’s a wound on your cheek?” Seonghwa blinks, then gently touches the wound on his cheek and responds with a chuckle “Oh uh, her ex and I got into a fight last night..” I gulp and nervously look over at my parents “Ah yeah, it was bad. Kind of gave me secondhand embarrassment seeing him get what he deserved.” But it never happened… "Do you need some ointment for that sweetheart?" My mom gently tilts his head examining the wound "Oh no, I'm okay Mrs. y/ln I’m fine, y/n was kind enough to clean it for me this morning." Seonghwa gives my mom a sheepish smile causing my mom to smile back at him.” Well, you’re very handsome and it’d be a shame if it scars.”

My mom glances over at me gently grabbing my hand “So how come you disappeared without a word y/n? Did something happen?” This is so weird? She’s actually asking about my feelings, did me disappearing scare her that much? Why is she holding my hand? This is so unlike her. I look over at Seonghwa then back at my mom “Well, I wasn’t doing too well mentally so Seonghwa decided to take me on a trip and escape for a bit to gather my thoughts. It was on a whim actually, very last minute. He told me as soon as I closed the store that night.”

My mom reaches over and holds both my hands “Please Sweetie don’t ever leave like that you really worried me. Please, at least next time let us know right away so we know you’re okay.” come visit us at least once a week.” I give my mom a soft smile and I look over at Seonghwa who had a guilty expression on his face. I then look back at my mom’s sad expression, her hair in a very messy bun with dark circles under her eyes. She really did lose sleep over me and I felt terrible for that. Judging from the way Seonghwa looked though I know he felt bad. I gently fix my mom’s messy hair and I say “Actually that’s why I came here mom, I don’t know when I’ll be able to come and visit you guys since we’re planning on moving to Seonghwa’s home town. I just wanted to clear up any misunderstandings I probably created by disappearing on such short notice.” My mom looks down and sighs “You know, you being gone really made me think about how we weren’t being very good parents. ” My father silently stares at me while my mom avoids looking at me “Your father and I have always been hard on you, expecting so much from you constantly, and for that we’re so sorry.. We’re so sorry we caused you to become distant and keep so much from us..” I press my lips into a straight line and reach towards my mom “Mom, as long as you guys realize your mistakes it’s enough for me. I understand you wanted to raise me right, and of course I know I didn’t turn out the way you guys wanted me to but I hope you guys are still proud of me.” My mom pulls me into a hug “Sweetheart, I am proud of you. Your father and I are both proud of you, we just have some demons we haven’t yet been able to face even at our age.” Woah, why is she being so honest? Now I truly do think my “marriage” is what made her realize something.” I understand mom, which I why I feel like it’s best I leave so you can both process that and heal without me being your target. Time and distance cures things sometimes.” I pause feeling a knot in my throat for a few seconds then I continue “So I forgive you, for everything. Now it’s up to the both of you if you want to take the change or not, if not for me do it for my siblings. They need the safe and warm embrace of their parents.” My mom nods holding back tears, while gently cupping my face in her hands “We will try our hardest, not just for your siblings but for you as well. Even though we’re years too late.” My eyes begin to sting from the tears causing me to blink until the tears roll down my cheeks “It’s never too late mom, I just don’t want dad and you to die with regrets just how I don’t want to die resenting my parents. Regardless, I promise I’ll be in good hands.” My parents would freak out if they found out I don’t just live with one but 7 other guys, not to mention they’re all vampires who sacrifice humans to a scary Vampire demon named Draven.

After about an hour of talking to my parents and catching up I look at clock in the kitchen and realize the time. “I’m sorry mom It’s time for me to go.” She furrows her eyebrows “Why so early? You just got here?” I sigh “Well, it’s just that we leave tonight and I’ve got to get my bags ready.” Disappointed my mom hums and I feel my heart sink to my stomach. “Mom. Please take care, I’ll try calling you a few times a week okay?” My mom kisses my forehead she reaches over at the counter and hands me a box filled with sweets she made and says “Here’s some cookies and other sweet things I made sweetie eat them well okay? I’ll be waiting for your call. I’m sorry you have to go in such a rush.” I hug her tightly holding back tears again then I gently kiss her cheek then my dad looks over towards Seonghwa and finally speaks after a while “Please take care of my daughter and treat her well. Me and her might not see eye to eye most of the time but she’s still my daughter and it would wreck us if anything happened to her.” Seonghwa nods and shakes my dad’s hand “Of course sir. I’d protect her with my life, she’s safe with me. Always.” My mom calls both my little brothers to come say goodbye and they tightly hug me “I have to go now, take care of mom okay?” They both nod and walk over to hide behind my mom. I walk towards the door and take one last look at my family “Bye mom, dad, kiddos. I’ll come back when I can okay?” I wave goodbye and walk towards the car with a huge knot in my throat then my eyes begin tearing up and as soon as I sit inside the car I begin to silently cry. Seonghwa gets in the car after waving goodbye and notices I'm crying, there was instant change of expression and he leans over to hug me “Hey, no don’t cry. It’s okay, this isn’t a goodbye you’ll see them one day. When we figure out what to do with the whole Draven situation we’ll come and see them as often as you want. I’m so sorry this is all my fault.” He kisses the top of my head while he gently strokes my hair. while I hold Seonghwa’s hand “No, you can’t help who you fall in love with. Besides I actually really like living with you and the guys, I don’t feel alone anymore. The only reason I’m crying is because of everything that’s happened I really expected to die at one point and all of that led to me wanting to at least make it clear to my family I’m not dead. It didn't help my parents telling me all that stuff made me really emotional.” Sadness and remorse clouded his features “I’m glad you were able to solve things with your family, even if it was because they genuinely did think you were dead which I really am sorry about. I’m sorry about the way we met and how we just kidnapped you like that. I’ve been meaning to apologize but out of pure fear of you somehow hating me I just keep silent.” Seonghwa wipes away my tears then I gently caress his hand with my thumb and smile “It wasn’t the best way to meet the love of your life but as crazy as it sounds I’m glad it happened because for once in my life a tragedy led to happiness and you’re my happiness Seonghwa.” He rests his forehead on mine and says in a quiet tone “I love you so much, your love is so pure.” I lean In and gently kiss his hand “I love you too, I’m glad I met you.”

Seonghwa looks into my eyes lovingly for a few seconds then snaps out of it and smiles “How about we head back home, I’m sure everyone is wondering where we are.” I nod and wipe the remaining tears from under my eyes. During one of the stop lights while I was looking out the window I see a strange ultra pale man with long black hair his eyes looked black and empty like an endless void and he seemed to be staring at me with a very serious and cold expression, not to mention he has painful looking scar over his left eye and a very interesting red jeweled necklace. I slowly and awkwardly look away and I look at the road in front of me. It was probably some weird guy trying to scare people. That’s so creepy.

Eventually we make it home and as soon as I enter the house San runs in from another room and hugs me tightly “Miss y/n! Where did you go!? I was going to ask if you could make me a snack!” Wooyoung then runs into the room panting then says “San I said I’ll cook for you!! Oh, hi Seonghwa, hi Miss y/n I was wondering why I hadn’t seen either of you around.” Wooyoung walks over to us then I say “Oh yeah, we went to go visit my family because I didn’t want them thinking I was dead.” Nonchalantly Wooyoung nods and says “Oh yeah, we kidnapped you I almost forgot about that.” Seonghwa glares at Wooyoung then he nervously laughs and says “Yeah, we’re so sorry about that.” I shake my head “No worries, but enough of that we can talk about it later because guess what I brought you guys from my mom’s house!?” Both shrug while Seonghwa looks at us admiringly and San looks at the box says “What is it?” I open the pastel pink box with cookies and other sweets and smile “Some sweet things my mom made, I thought you guys would have loved to taste it since you guys liked my cookies and sweets so much. So I think you guys will love my mom’s a lot more because personally I think my mom’s are better.” San gasps “Oh! We should! Seonghwa I’m stealing Miss y/n for a little bit we’re going to have a snack!” he links his arm with mine then begins to walk away then Seonghwa says “Don’t worry about having to do anything today my love have fun. San, don’t eat them all in one sitting they’re supposed to last us a few days.” While we walk away San chuckles and says “Okay dad” I turn and smile “I’ll have fun no worries! I’ll bring you blood earl grey tea with a snack later okay?” he nods and smiles then Wooyoung looks over at Seonghwa then over at San and I and catches up to us “Wait I wanna have some too!!” We walk into the kitchen and it looked as if Wooyoung began to work on something. I walk over to the stove then I look at Wooyoung and I give him a smirk “Aww, so you were actually starting to cook for San.” He nods then looks over at San slightly irritated “Yeah, I was going to surprise him but as soon as he heard the door open I heard him running towards the door like a crazy person.” I look down at the sweets box and look back up at Wooyoung and smile “Do you wanna finish that then we can have this as a snack?” He nods and says “I was planning on cooking a dish my mom always cooked for me back when I was alive.”

I set down the box on the table and I sit down while Wooyoung washes his hands “Ohh wow that sounds nice we can’t wait to taste it right San?” San nods giving me a dimpled smile “I’m looking forward to it too since Wooyoung always told me his mom’s cooking was the best.” San sits on the chair across from me while Wooyoung cooks then I fold my hands across my lap then San says “How did it go visiting your mom? Did she freak out?” I raise an eyebrow and chuckle “Uh, yeah she freaked out she thought I was dead.” He presses his lips together then says “Well of course but what I meant is did she notice Seonghwa was a vampire?” I shake my head and shrug “I actually don’t know, she never said anything but I’m sure she probably thought his eye color was weird I noticed she kept looking at his eyes alot she also asked abut the scar on his cheek” Wooyoung chuckles “Well I mean you’re supposed to look at people in the eye when you talk to them Miss y/n. I’ve noticed you don’t really do that you usually look away or look behind us when you talk to people.” I put my head down on the table to hide my flushed face “Do I really make it that noticeable?” San reaches over to me and pats my head and says “You do, it’s kind of endearing though. It shows how shy you are although I’ll give you credit for occasionally making eye contact.” While stirring something on the stove Wooyoung says “ My personal favorite is when you don’t look at our faces at all.” I lift my head and scrunch my nose “Well, I mean can you blame me?! You guys are gorgeous, like seriously it’s kind of intimidating. It’s almost inhuman how beautiful you guys are.” I put both my elbows on the table and I put my chin on my hands and I gaze out the window while a smile slowly grows on my lips “Especially Seonghwa he’s the definition of perfect.” San’s mouth hangs open then covers his mouth then Wooyoung says “I mean I knew I was handsome but I didn’t know we all were.” I clear my throat and I smooth down my skirt then San says “You really think we’re beautiful? Don't we scare you?” I look up for a few seconds while I think then I say “I mean yes, but that doesn’t take away from your beauty. My mom once told me when I was a little kid that vampires lure in a lot of their victims with their beauty. So she definitely wasn’t wrong about vampires being so beautiful.” San smiles and holds both my hands “You’re pretty cute yourself Miss y/n, I understand now why Seonghwa is so in love with you and waited hundreds of years just to be with you.” Wooyoung grabs a small piece of carrot and throws it at San causing both of us to flinch “San stop it, you’re being weird again” San looks over at Wooyoung slightly irritated and says “I was just complimenting her I wasn’t being weird” Wooyoung then turns and looks at San “What do you think Seonghwa would say?” San shrugs then looks over to me and smiles “I’m sure he knows Miss y/n is a very cute human so I don’t think he’ll flip out over a compliment.” Wooyoung leaves the pot to boil and sits next to San and says “What else did you see when you went to your parents’ house.”

I tap my index finger to my chin then I say “Well, my dad was mad at me when he first saw me because I disappeared, I saw my little brothers, and also this is random but I saw a really pale guy with long black hair, black eyes and a huge scar on his left eye. He was staring at me with this really serious and scary facial expression but I think he was just trying to freak me out though.” San and Wooyoung’s eyes almost pop out of their skull then Wooyoung says in a very concerned tone “What was he wearing?” I shrug “Hm, he was wearing all black. I didn’t really pay much attention but he wasn’t badly dressed. I do remember his pitch black eyes, his scar and this really interesting blood red jeweled necklace because it looked a bit dated but those three are what stick out alot why? Do you guys know him?” San and Wooyoung both look at each other in complete horror then San says “We have to go tell Seonghwa and Hongjoong, this isn’t good. He knows.” My heart begins to race and my stomach drops then I get up from my seat not being able to sit still “Wh- What do you mean? Are you talking about Draven?” They both nod then they get up and Wooyoung turns the stove off and says “Stay with Miss y/n, I’ll go talk to them.” San nods and before I’m able to go back to my seat I begin to shake to the point where I could barely stand up San then helps me sit down he then kneels in front of me holding my hands and says in a low comforting voice “We promise we’re going to do anything in our power to protect you.” My lip trembles and my eyes well up with tears then San says “Don’t cry. You might not know this but you’re far more powerful than you lead on, your bloodline will protect you too if anything happens to us.” I cover my mouth trying to keep myself from crying loudly. I don’t want to lose Seonghwa, I love him so much. I also don’t want to lose my new friends either. I don’t want anyone to suffer because of me. Seonghwa and all the guys including Mingi walk into the kitchen with Seonghwa immediately walking over to me taking me in his arms “Please don’t cry, you’re breaking my heart. It’s okay, remember I told you and your parents I’d protect you with my life and that’s what I’m going to do.” I hug him back tightly and bury my face in his chest while the other guys are unable to do anything but silently watch.

“I don’t want to lose you, I can’t lose you. I also can’t lose my friends, and that includes Mingi and Yunho even if they hate me. I can’t lose anyone of you guys.” He gently strokes my hair I then notice from the corner of my eye Mingi’s gaze going from cold to a soft concerned gaze. Yunho then looks over at Mingi then back at me, Seonghwa then says in a low tone “Everything will be okay.” He’s lying, he's trying to convince himself everything will be okay but I have a feeling he’s lying.. I pull back and he gently wipes my tears away “I’m going to be a sorceress like Ursula. I don’t know anything about being a witch but i’m not going to sit here and do nothing and watch you guys get punished because of me.” Yeosang looks over at the guys “I’ll help her. I’ve studied witches before so I have a few books on them.” I look over and see Yeosang give me a shy smile I then say in a barely audible tone “Thank you so much.” Hongjoong then says in a skeptical tone “So you saw Draven today? Why didn’t you tell Seonghwa?” I shrug while stippling my fingers “I honestly didn’t know that’s what he looked like, I genuinely thought it was just some weirdo on the street trying to mess with me so I brushed it off.” Seonghwa looks over at Hongjoong and says “It’s not her fault. It was mine for not telling her anything, for trying to pretend like she didn’t need to know. I’m sorry.” San gently pats Seonghwa’s back and says “You wanted to protect her it’s okay. Besides, she’s not totally clueless. Wooyoung, Jongho and I have been telling her things about the supernatural world and the effect her blood will have on a vampire if they drink it” Jongho then chimes in.” We also kinda told her about our pact with Draven. Don’t get mad, we knew something like this was going to happen so that’s why we just went ahead and gave her a heads up.” Hongjoong stands there for a few seconds glaring at the boys then sighs “I would have been really upset but I mean you guys did the right thing so there’s not much I can do there, thank you for not leaving her in the dark about things.” He then turns to look at me and says “Miss y/n, I’d like to apologize on behalf of all of us for bringing you into this mess. I’m sure you regret meeting all of us.” I shake my head “Like I told Seonghwa earlier, I believe all of this was meant to happen. Somehow though I was able to find the beauty behind the madness, because of you guys I no longer feel alone and sad. The longer I’m here the more at home I feel, you guys are my destiny.” Yunho then says in a somber tone “Aren’t you scared knowing that because of us you’ll be a blood bank for Draven until you die?”

Evreyone looks at Yunho with a very surprised look on their faces then he continues “You know that’s the reality right Miss y/n? If he takes you that'll be the ugly reality you'll have to live. None of us wanted you to see it but you made it so hard because you kept asking too many questions.” I bite the inside of my lip “Well, of course I’m scared but fear isn’t going to stop me from stopping Draven, especially not when the love of my life and my friends are at stake. The reason I was asking so many questions is because of the way all of you made things sound, I had to find out for myself if there was a way I could help.” Yunho quietly nods in understanding and looks down “I honestly don’t know what we ever did to deserve you Miss y/n.” Did he just- Wooyoung looks over at Hongjoong and says “So, what do we do now? Do we summon Draven?” Hongjoong shakes his head while he massages the side of his temple “No, that’s the last thing we wanna do. We’ll have to wait until he appears himself, it’ll buy us alot of time.” I don’t know why but I keep hearing that phrase. Buying time. Seonghwa looks over at the stove and says “You didn’t get to eat did you?” I shake my head and he smiles “You should eat so that cute brain of yours works properly when you study.” He looks over at Yeosang and says “Do you mind staying with Miss y/n for a bit? Maybe you could start teaching her about her bloodline I’ll catch you up afterwards” He nods and evreyone walks out of the kitchen leaving me with Yeosang. He walks over to me and sits down in the chair in front of me while I grab some of the food Wooyoung prepared I serve Yeosang his favorite, just pure blood. I set it in front of him while I also set my plate down he then breaks the silence “It’s brave of you to try and help us.” I carefully pour tea into my cup “Of course, I’d do anything at this point for my friends but most importantly the love of my life.” Yeosang traces his index finger along the rim of the glass “That’s very sweet of you and a very pure intention that I hope works in your favor.” I shove a spoonful of food in my mouth he then pulls his finger away from the glass and clears his throat “So about your relative Sorceress Ursula, not only was she a well known pyromancer..” The corners of my eyes crinkle “What is that? I mean I’ve heard of them but I don;t really know what they do besides control fire..” A small smirk appears on his angelic features “Well, a pyromancer is a sorcerer who can manipulate and conjure up fire at will..” I take a sip of my tea then I say “Oh wow Ursula was pretty strong I’m sure it took her years.” Yeosang nods and says “Yeah she was but the more you study and practice I’m sure you’ll get the hang of it, at least the basics in a few months.” Can I really do this? My only hope is that my determination is enough to help me.I stare at the table then I lift up my gaze and I say “I have a bad feeling I won’t have a few months.” Yeosang gives me a concerned look “Don’t say that, if only Seonghwa got a good look at the guy maybe we would know for sure if it was actually him but let’s just hope it wasn’t him. We’re probably just freaking over nothing.”

After I finish eating Yeosang takes me to his work room located in the chapel. He opens the wooden door to reveal a dimly lit room with beakers and flasks each containing different substances and along the walls were bookshelves filled with many different kinds of books. It was like a small time capsule of a Victorian era laboratory. I quietly gasp and smile “Oh my gosh Yeosang, you have so many books!” he chuckles and gently massages his neck slightly embarrassed “I guess I do, thing is that’s not even half of them. A Lot of the books in the whole house are mine the other ones are either Seonghwa or Hongjoong’s” I walk over to a bookshelf and immediately spot Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s Sherlock Holmes “Oh my gosh, can I borrow this? Is this the original cover?” He nods “It is, I remember when it first came out it’s nice to see you have a really great taste in books and of course, I have the whole series so whenever you want to borrow a book just let me know.” I smile and hug the book then Yeosang puts on his glasses and inspects carefully at the bookshelves eventually pulling out a few books “I don’t wanna overwhelm you with reading but I feel like these 4 books have very good information on not just beginner spells but also a little more intermediate. I also gave you one specific book for necromancy if you want to dip your toes into that. I will say necromancry is powerful, but I trust you will use it correctly.” He puts the 4 thick books in my arms and I glance at him with concern “What if I accidentally hurt you guys..” Yeosang gently puts his hand on my shoulder “It won’t happen, I know so. Trust yourself.” I nod then Yeosang pulls a chair and clears a small space on the table and smiles “You can sit here and read while I work on a few things. If you have a question you can just ask.” I sit down and open the first book and I begin to read, a few hours pass until I started dozing off. I should really go freshen up, I’m falling asleep and this isn’t the time to be falling asleep no matter how boring these books are. “Hey Yeosang, I’ll be right back I have to use the bathroom.” He nods and without looking up from his notes says “Okay, I’ll be here. Hurry back.”

Once I finish I wash my hands and walk outside. I walk past Mingi’s room and I hear the door open and immediately I come to a halt, I slowly turn around and see Mingi standing in the middle of the hallway. I gasp and I run towards the stairs until I feel him grab my arm and he says in a sincere but very soft tone “I’m not going to hurt you, I promise.” Stay on guard y/n. I gently pull my hand away from Mingi’s grip and I step back a bit “Do you need something Master Mingi?” I say in a serious tone he nods then says in a soft voice almost like he’s whispering “I’m not supposed to be anywhere near you without anyone else here with me but after hearing you call me a friend I honestly felt terrible for what I did to you. I let the prejudice between vampires and witches get in the way of seeing what a great caring person you are and for that I’m sorry.” I glance over at Mingi and his face was painted with remorse, I quietly sigh and cross my arms in front of my chest “Master Mingi, you tried to kill me. I can’t just trust you that easily after something like that that’s not how it works.” He runs his hands through his hair and nods “Yeah I know, I just wanted to put it out there that I don’t hate you anymore especially after seeing how much you genuinely mean to everyone else here especially Seonghwa.” I stare at the ground for a few seconds then he reaches over to touch my shoulder and out of fear I slightly jump up and he pulls his hand back “I’m so sorry.” I fidget with my fingers then I look up at him “I forgive you Master Mingi. I understand your urges are hard to control at times especially being around humans but I think It was also my fault too for making it even harder for you to control yourself by going into that room even after Seonghwa told me not to and making you upset so for that I’m so sorry.” Mingi looks in to the distance as if he was trying to process my apology then he says “It’s okay, it’s just the reason Seonghwa told you not to go in there is because there are artifacts in that room that if touched by a human the power surging through those items could kill you.” Wow, but what are they used? Sacrifices? “Hm, like what?”

Mingi looks around making sure no one is around and steps closer towards me “Well, one of them is the Shard of Hades, it is said to be made of the Hades’ own weapon the bident. It grants you huge amounts of power and is able to control masses. Which is why anytime a human touches it they die, due to the dark energy emanating from it. The only beings to ever be able to wield this weapon is immortals like gods, demons, or vampires which is why it’s dangerous. One huge drawback with immortals wielding it is that if their willpower is not strong enough the dark energy consumes them thus sucking the immortality out of them.” I raise my eyebrow “Why is this in your possession if it’s so dangerous?” Mingi shrugs “It belonged to our creator, we honestly don’t know how he got a hold of it. He left it behind after he died so we decided to keep it away from Draven because one thing for sure is that he would definitely take advantage of its powers.” I narrow my eyes slightly “Hm okay then how come the door wasn’t locked?” He presses his lips into a straight line “It was…Just maybe not for humans. The sigil on the door, in the room and under your bed are a protection sigil that way we’d know if anything unhuman has entered our home. Unfortunately we underestimated you, usually people don’t get ballsy enough to go down there after we tell them not to which is our mistake.” I’m guessing even vampires themselves majorly fuck up. “I mean you can’t expect humans to listen and submit to everything you say even if their lives are in danger..” He looks over his shoulder again and says “I mean to be fair we never expected it because this is the very first time a human has stayed here this long, they’re usually either dinner or a sacrifice.” I nervously laugh then Mingi gasps and shakes his head “Oh no, you’re not either of those don’t worry.” MIngi looks away then looks at the ground.

“y/n? Can I tell you something and please don’t take this the wrong way” I slightly raise my eyebrows and I say “What is it Master Mingi?” He awkwardly shoves his hands in the pockets of his pants and says in a slight embarrassed tone “So, Yunho told me your cooking is really good and I was wondering if maybe one day if you’re comfortable enough with me I could maybe try it?” I never thought I’d see the day where Master Mingi would confess him wanting to try my cooking, that’s so cute. “Oh you mean like have dinner with Masters San, Wooyoung, Jongho and me?” He nods while looking away clearly embarrassed “Of course, you can join us tomorrow if you’d like.” I nod and for a few seconds we stand there with Mingi suddenly getting really quiet then I hear Yeosang call out my name. Mingi looks at me with eyes pleading me not to tell anyone that we’ve talked. He puts his index finger in front of his lips and quickly goes back into his room. A few seconds later Yeosang walks up the stairs and sees me walking down the hallway and says “I’m sorry I got worried. You were gone for quite a while is everything okay?” I nod “Yeah, everything is okay my mind was just wandering and I kind of lost track of time.” I begin walking down the stairs with Yeosang walking next to me, eventually we get back to his science room and I go back to studying for a few more hours while Yeosang is busy observing a mixture in a beaker bubbling over a burner and tending to other stuff in his lab. Suddenly there’s a knock at the door and Yeosang automatically says “Come in.” too focused reading I feel someone kiss the top of my head and I look up and see it’s Seonghwa he then says “Sorry it took long my love me and Hongjoong just got caught up talking that we lost track of time. ”

He turns and looks at Yeosang and says “Hey, Hongjoong wants to see you he’s gonna go over what we talked about.” Yeosang turns off the burner and continues writing stuff down “Okay, i’ll be there in a few I just need to finish writing this observation.” I close the book I was reading then I say “I’ll just go back to our room and study” Seonghwa tilts his head slightly “How about so you’re not by all yourself you can stay with me in my work room?” I smile then I say “Anything to have an excuse to hang out with you.” He chuckles then helps me with my books then I before I walk out the door I tap Yeosang’s shoulder and I say “Thank you for the books, I’ll return them to you when I’m done” He smiles shyly and says “Of course anytime also please take your time and let me know if you need help with something” I nod then I walk over to Seonghwa and we head over to his work room. As soon as I enter I notice his work room has no windows, his work space is also very neat and tidy and like Yeosang his work space was a small time capsule, now I understand why they don’t really leave their workspaces that often. I’m sure it reminds them of when they were alive. I look over at Seonghwa and quietly giggle “Wow, you’re very neat and tidy and this looks like a workspace of a 17th century poet it’s really beautiful.” He nods and sets down my books onto his desk and says “I’m glad you like it, a lot of the things in here are things I used to own when I was a human.” He gently touches a small wooden music box and lifts up his gaze to look back at me and continues “Like this music box, it doesn’t work anymore but having it here with me is comforting.” I softly smile while I take a closer look at it without touching it. “I like it, I think it’s cute how much you treasure this. It's like a reminder that you were once human and your life prior to becoming a vampire.” he nods and sits down on his slightly worn leather chair and says “Yes, it is a much needed reminder and if I’m honest, when you turn into this you tend to forget your human qualities and tend to become very inhuman. Not just physically but in the way you think too, you lose yourself…”

I sit down in the chair in front of his desk and I carefully watch him “I lost myself and turned into a monster, that in the moment I couldn’t tell until I realized it was you we were going to sacrifice. The love of my life, my soul mate. You brought me back to my senses.” I smile and reach for his hand “I’m so proud of you for realizing your mistake, I'm sure those urges are very hard to handle and it’s very easy to lose yourself and give in to that animalistic behavior.” Somewhat ashamed he silently nods and I sit there gently rubbing my thumb on the top of his hand. “All those sacrifices don’t define you. Part of me believes you did it because you had to not because you wanted to.” He reaches over and strokes my cheek without breaking eye contact, he then lets out a small sigh and says “Of course I had no other choice, none of us did. Draven and his older brother saved all of us from the brink of death and working for him was a way to repay him for keeping us alive.” Everything is beginning to make sense as to why they’re tied down to this evil thing, not only do they have a contract with him but he’s also probably one of the reasons they’re not dead. Me being here is only going to make things worse for them, I can’t let them take the fall because of me. If they’re going to live forever they should be able to live a life they enjoy not live a life as henchmen for a demon. “So in a way he’s keeping all of you to work for him against your will.”

Seonghwa nods and sits back on his chair falling completely silent once again until I speak “Now I see the loyalty for this man isn’t because you admire him, it’s out of fear…” I look at one of the books from the corner of my eye and look back at Seonghwa’s sullen expression. The only way to truly make Seonghwa happy is to defeat this demon. I force a smile and say “I’ll work hard to protect you, I won’t let you suffer.” Seonghwa’s face lights up a little bit and gestures me to give him a hug. I get up and walk behind his desk and I lean over and hug him while I rest my head on his shoulder “Can I ask you ask a question?” He hums slightly nodding his head “What was your life as a human?” He chews the inside of his cheek completely avoiding eye contact with me so I hesitantly grab his hand again “We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.” He shakes his head “No, it’s just kind of a hard thing to look back on but it’s also something you need to know about me before you make your choice whether you want to stay with me or not.” I raise my eyebrow slightly surprised. He clears his throat and adjusts in his chair and gently pulls me over so that I sit on his desk facing him “So, when I was human it was my father, mother, my older sister and I. Years before I was born my great grandfather was a former warrior for our village who eventually turned into a thief, he was later killed for his actions after he robbed a noble after he almost killed him. Unfortunately, my family suffered the consequences for my grandfather’s actions and my whole family was ostracized from the village and we were treated like outcasts. That led to our family to become very poor and unable to afford food and other important necessities a lot of the time. So as I grew up I resented not only my grandfather but the people of our village for blaming us who had done nothing. One day when my older sister got severely ill I had no choice but to steal the medicine she needed to get better. The bad part is that from that day forward it was a habit that soon turned into something I enjoyed, I enjoyed seeing those people responsible for my family’s ostracization suffer even if it was at my expense. I slowly became a well known delinquent in the village, constantly getting into fights and trouble to the point where my mother eventually stopped reacting to my injuries from how frequent it was.“ I would have never guessed Seonghwa being this type of person prior to becoming a vampire. I genuinely thought he probably came from a rich family or was a royal himself. The way he carries himself is so proper and prince like, nothing like the delinquent he says he was. “Wow, that’s- I’m so sorry you went through this, you spent your human life on survival mode.” He meets my eyes and says “I’m sorry I was not the person you probably thought I was. In a way I deceived you, I was a horrible person and I did many things I wish I could take back. You have no idea how much I hate myself, I could have become better but I didn’t. I became what my village expected of me.” I pull his hands a little closer to me resting them on my lap “Look, I’m not going to sit here and say what you did was okay because it wasn’t. The good thing is that if you recognize your mistake, you’re headed in the right direction. You feeling remorse for your actions means that you do have a heart.” He furrows his eyebrows and I continue “No one is perfect whether they are living or undead” He sighs and defeatedly looks away from me “I know. I just want to be perfect for you.” I smile and pull him into my arms, his head resting on my chest “I know you do, but you don’t have to. I’m happy the way you are. Flaws and everything, just how you love me for me.” He pulls me a little closer to him while I gently stroke his sliver hair, we stay quiet for a few minutes enjoying being in each other’s arms until Seonghwa eventually pulls back “I almost forgot to tell you how I met our creator Sir Jongkook.” I give him a small smile “Go ahead, I'm listening.”

Seonghwa laces his fingers with mine and looks up at me from his seat “Well, Sir Jongkook and Draven were explorers at the time and they happened to stay at our village since our village was well known for its nightlife. It just so happened he was on his way to meet up with Draven at a tavern near the nightlife district and that’s when he runs into me getting the living daylights beat out of me after I foolishly picked a fight with the mayor’s son, I eventually became outnumbered. So, I don’t remember this part as I was passed out by then but Sir Jongkook fended them off, when he got closer to my body to check up on me and he realized how severe the beating was. He decided to feed me his blood because I was very close to dying and he felt horrible and didn’t want to just leave me there so he figured he’d take me in his care and give me a new life, one where I wasn’t so vulnerable and troublesome.” I see why they’re so fond of this man, he was very empathetic for a vampire. I can only imagine how happy he made them in order them to admire them so much they still keep a painting of him. “So I’m guessing your creator was one of those rare vampires who aren’t evil?” He nods “Yes, he was a very good man. I learned a lot from him, the rest are very fond of him too. He was there when we needed him the most.” I hold his face in my hands gently stroking around the wound on his cheek “I promise we’ll bring your creator back home, so he can finally rest in peace.” He pushes back a strand of hair behind my ear and rests his forehead on mine “ I love how empathetic you are towards our creator despite never meeting him, you would have loved him..” Great aunt Ursula please, if you can hear me please help me I’m begging you. I know I just found out about you not long ago but I need help awakening my powers. I need to redeem myself, for not only letting a person die but I need to find a way to get rid of Draven one way or another to end this.

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I’ve Got Your Back & You’ve Got Mine

Summary:

Two True Mates.

Derek and Stiles had faced their fair share of trauma from a chaos demon to a sadistic hunter. They were broken but they might have found a way to be whole in each other.

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Derek always went to the same cafe to grade papers. Always. He always got the same thing to drink and he always sat in the booth in the far back. Yet when he went to do so today there was someone there. Derek wasn’t happy about it. See that booth had one side against the wall which put his wolf at ease with nothing but the wall at his back. It was perfect and would allow him to see any and all threats.

It helped him but nooooo because now there was some stupid kid with a beanie, and glasses sitting there with a pen in his mouth, playing with it in a way that should have been obscene. Any other time Derek would have loved to let his wolf have what it wanted with the guy but not today, not when he had over fifty essays to grade. So, he put on his murder brows and stalked over to claim his spot. Shut up, it was his spot, okay.

The man—so not a kid in any way, shape or form—looked up when Derek got to the table and offered a quirked brow, pushing his glasses back up his nose. “Sup dude?”

Derek scowled harder. “You tell me. This is my spot.”

The guy snorted and rolled his eyes as he went back to working on his laptop. “Okay then Sheldon.”

Derek growled in annoyance. “I’m serious, kid.”

The guy flicked his gaze up and his expression shifted into a glare. “First of all, I’m not a kid. I have two doctorate degrees. So back off. Second, if the table thing is your deal then sit across from me.”

Derek made a fist, his claws popping. “I don’t like having my back towards the door. So, you move to the other side.”

The guy shook his head, gripping his pencil tightly. “No! I—” Derek quirked a brow, watching as the guy swallowed thickly, his throat clicking with the action. “I-I need to sit so I can see everything.”

Derek paused at the slight bit of fear in the guy’s voice. He relaxed slightly and tilted his head, noticing something he had missed. “You’re a spark but you’ve faced the darkness.”

The guy frowned at him. “You’re a wolf and you’ve been burned.”

Derek stiffened and nodded, his stomach swooping when the guy moved over so they could sit side by side. He offered a smile of thanks to the guy’s smile of relief.

“I’m Stiles.”

Derek nodded and firmly shook his hand. “Derek.”

When their hands connected they both felt a thrumming and when their eyes locked, they flashed emerald green. They both stilled, nearly frozen with shock and yet a fountain of hope bubbled within them. Eyes that flashed in sync, that flashed emerald green, were the universal sign of True Mates.

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Six months later Stiles woke up screaming himself hoarse from a nightmare in a cold sweat, shaking uncontrollably only to be pulled into a soft but firm embrace.

Derek held his mate close in a protective embrace and in the darkness, Stiles revealed what happened with the Nogitsune. He whispered to Derek how he had been possessed and was turned in their efforts to defeat the demon. However, he turned into a fox and not a wolf. Derek loved him as he was and whispered as much over and over and over again until Stiles fell back to sleep.

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Not even a month later, there was a small fire in their kitchen and Derek froze. He ended up putting it out but shut himself in the bathroom, climbing into the tub fully clothed. He turned the shower on and made sure the water was freezing.

That was how Stiles found his mate. He didn’t even hesitate to climb into the tub, not bothering to remove his own clothing or caring one bit about their state. Clothes were replaceable, Derek was not.

After a few minutes, Derek opened up about the fire that had killed his family and stuttered his way through explaining what happened with Kate.

Stiles whispered to Derek over and over that he loved him and that he was safe. Once Derek had calmed down, they took a hot shower and curled up together in bed.

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A year after they met they got married and moved into a new house, ready to start the next chapter of their lives.

“I love you, Sourwolf,” Stiles whispered as they made love together.

Derek smiled and kissed his mate’s nose as he locked his aventurine eyes with Stiles’s amber ones. “And I love you, Bambi.”

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Two years after they met they welcomed twins into the world. They named their little girls, Coraline who went by Cora and Klaudiya who went by Diya. It had been a shock but a welcome surprise that Stiles’s had spark decided to gift the alpha wolf and the alpha mate with their own cubs.

Two years after that, when the twins were two years old, the alpha wolf and his fox spark mate rebuilt the Hale house together by hand, well, by hand, by paw and of course by spark.

Their third child, a boy they named Mikhail, who went by Mika, was born the first night they spent in their new home.

As the alpha and alpha mate, curled up together, their cubs sleeping peacefully between them, they couldn’t help but thank the goddess.

Despite all the pain they had endured, despite all the tragedy and trauma they had borne, they were finally happy, healthy, safe and finally, finally they were home.

#teen wolf #stiles stilinski #derek hale #fluff #angst #trauma #ptsd #true mates #sterek #spark stiles stilinski #alpha derek hale

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clarafyer · 6 months

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Omnomnom dehydrated apple chips are some of my favorite safe foods

Actually yk what I'll ramble about my sensory shit

So like I've loved spicy, bold flavours like hot cheetos, curry, buffalo wings, etc, and I'll never not accept them as a safe food.

Sometimes though my sensory needs just- change back and forth, like from "I will vomit if I eat avocado toast today" to "avocado toast is the only thing I will accept as breakfast today" which is I guess where audhd comes in. There are some foods that bypass all my shifting needs, like strawberries, dehydrated apples, hot cheetos, potato chips, and pasta (ESPECIALLY the bowties omg I love the bowtie pasta)

Aside from taste needs, sometimes I really REALLY need a tight hug, not because I'm having a rough day but just because my body really wants to be under pressure for like 4 seconds and then it's good, aND THEN IT SWITCHES TO "If my parents even just barely touch my hair I will die of the sudden itch and sometimes even pain"

Also florescent lights just kill me most of the time which is why I am very happy that most of my teachers don't have every light turned on in their classrooms

I need socks to walk anywhere around my house but I will have straight up insomnia if I wear them to sleep

I haven't ever gone fully non-verbal but when I talk I either have to repeat myself 4 times because of how quiet I'm mumbling, stutter too much to the point where I just restart my sentence after pausing, repeat a word when I didn't mean to (for example during a chapter review of Lord of the flies I said "Piggy and Piggy" instead of "Jack and Piggy" and I got laughed at D:) ORRRRR I NEED TO BE TOLD TO BE QUIETER BECAUSE I'M RAMBLING TOOFASTANDLOUDDD

I have two special interests: my OC lore, and Genshin Impact. My childhood special interest was- also my old OC lore (7 year old me had the amazing and magical story, ever so creatively named "the enchanted forest") that went on for like 4-5 years where I would always want to talk about it and think about it to sleep, aaaaaand My Little Pony (I'VE REWATCHED MLP AND NINJAGO BOTH LIKE AT LEAST 8 TIMES but I wouln't call Ninjago a special interest bc it was more of an on and off obsession-)

I do also have hyperfixations ofc and they usually last up to 2 months, pretty sure that lines up with the statistical average idk

Also sometimes I just need to- punch something with full force. I never get to though and Ik it'd feel great (I did throw a pillow like 5 times in a call with my friend when I was hyper though so like... I've been able to get that excitement out-)

I'm sometimes really slow or just straight up zone out mid-conversation which is frustrating on both ends

I have a wide and advanced vocabulary for my age but [read the prior paragraph on talking], I usually don't get to use it to it's full potential because of that issue .-.

(I just realized this whole rant about my stuff is gonna be perfect for if I can ever actually get diagnosed by someone yayyy)

Mom told me that as a 1-3 year old I never really played with my toys but just lined them up either by size or color (yk those like- tower thingies with the rings of differing sizes and colors? I always ordered them correctly just out of the need for it to look right)

When I was 5 this girl in Kindergarten had a sling on but it was a fancy bedazzled sling so I really wanted to feel the gems but she wouldn't let me and I got sad :(

I've always loved swings and those like- spider web climbing equipment, still do just because I like rocking around and being able to stretch and hang and maneuver around the differently angled bars/ropes on the spider web thing (SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME WHAT THEY'RE ACTUALLY CALLED)

I also have this like- neck shaking and hand flapping tic/stim, sometimes it's uncontrollable sometimes it's a controllable urge, and when it's a tic it sometimes hurts or is just straight up excessive

Okay my mind is going blank now so buhbye this was super long if anyone read all of that- kudos to you, Idk why you would subject yourself to reading it all ok BYEEE

#actually autistic #undiagnosed neurodivergent #undiagnosed autistic #undiagnosed autism #undiagnosed adhd #autism food #autistic things #autism #audhd #actually audhd #audhd things

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snowcandyz · 2 years

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OM!Mammon, Solomon and Simeon Comforting MC from Panic Attack

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

TW: Panic attack and its associated symptoms. Let me know if I should add any tags. And please be noted that everyone experiences anxiety differently. The following events are based on my past experiences.

Mammon silently observed you beside him as you two were walking home together.

You uttered no words about what happened at the lab earlier, only looking straight ahead on the path back home with a slight smile on your lips.

Mammon gritted his teeth in annoyance, "Are ya seriously gonna let it slide like that? He was too harsh on ya!"

"Well, it's my fault anyway. He's only doing his job as our lecturer."

"But that ain't fair! How come Belphie made the same mistake, but he didn't get scolded like that in front of everybody?! He's taking it too far!"

"Calm down, Mammon. I said I'm fine."

This time, Mammon had no choice but to obey your order. Not because of the pact you two shared but because your facial expression suddenly changed.

Mammon didn't know what to decipher from that expression. Was it anger? Or sadness? Or just plain annoyance?

The walk back home was filled with uncomfortable silence.

Maybe not so much for you since you're suddenly back to your usual cheery self.

But the second-born couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong indeed. Although, Mammon did respect your choice and decided to let it go. His priority right now is to make sure you're okay.

But you're doing just... fine...? Mammon thought you'd be more dejected since he knew how much preparation you've done for the project, only for it to be disapproved by the lecturer because he didn't like your working methods.

Mammon watched you stay up all night for a week just to make sure this project is a success, so it's understandable if you're feeling down from the harsh critiques just now.

But you seemed okay...?

You were laughing just fine with his brothers during dinner just now. And you're well enough to cause trouble with Lucifer right after.

Huh... Maybe you really are doing just fine.

Or so he thought until he caught you sobbing in the middle of the night.

It's a good call that he offered—more like pleaded, actually—to stay with you tonight because if not, he wouldn't have witnessed this.

Turns out, you've been masking yourself from the start, only revealing your true emotions when you're alone.

Mammon lied still, not wanting to scare you if you knew he was awake. His heart clenched tightly as if it could bleed the longer he heard your cries.

And you still had the conscience to cover it, in fear that your sobs may wake him up. Well, not that he's really asleep though.

Mammon quietly glanced at your side, and he could see how your body trembled. You've curled yourself into a ball and tightly clutched the blanket in your fist.

Enough is enough, he thought.

Mammon shifted closer to you, purposely making loud noises to show you that he was awake.

Fortunately, you didn't push him away this time.

He embraced you gently, hands secured in their rightful place as he planted your face on his chest.

If it's one thing he learned about you, it is that you hate it when someone sees you cry. That's the sole explanation Mammon could conclude when you didn't reveal your true feelings to him earlier during the walk back home.

Your cries instantly became uncontrollable the moment you realised that Mammon was here for you, and his heart squeezed once again. It hurt to see you like this, but he knew it hurt you more.

You've been on edge every day because of this project, and receiving such words only did you more harm than good.

At this rate, he could only imagine what was happening inside your head, and truthfully, he blamed himself a little for not being observant enough to know that you were never fine.

The more Mammon thought about it, the more furious he got.

But the anger dissipated when he realised you were still trembling heavily inside his arms.

Mammon pulled away slowly and cupped your wet cheeks, "MC, look at me and breathe."

The pained look on your face worried him more, "It's okay. I'm right here with ya. Deep breathe... hold it in and let it out. Deep breathe... hold it... let it go."

Mammon's soothing voice guided you until he was satisfied with your condition. He then wiped your tears gently before pulling you back into his arm.

You were still crying, but your breathing was more controlled this time. Mammon took this chance to assure you everything will be okay, and your project will succeed despite what the lecturer said.

"You still have another week to send the improvised version, yeah?"

"But what if-"

"No, you'll be fine. You'll do just great because no one's idea was as creative as yours. And if he thinks the other way, then he can shove a stick right up his ass!"

Mammon earned some small laughs from you. Hands still softly rubbing small circles on your back, he continued, "I ain't jokin'. You saw how Lucifer didn't say anythin' about what happened in class? And how annoyed Satan looked after that lecturer said such things to you? Ya ain't in the wrong, MC."

You decided to let his words sink in and embrace the comfort Mammon offered to you.

"I know ya did your best. And that's all that matters. You're important to me, and I want you to know that you can always come to me anytime you want. I'm here for ya," he said before pulling you even closer.

"Good job today, treasure. Ya deserve a good night's sleep. Don't worry, the Great Mammon's gonna be here for ya all the way."

Solomon silently observed you from afar as you quietly finished your experiment.

The whole class was busy with their own work, not paying any attention to your direction.

Was it a good thing? He's not sure. But he thought it's definitely fortunate that no one paid attention to you when the instructor gave you harsh critiques just now.

But having no one paying attention means that no one stood up for you too.

Solomon clicked his tongue in annoyance. Why didn't your team members defend you? And why were you the only one that has to take the blame? Everyone should share the same burden!

As soon as everyone finished their experiments and cleaned up before leaving the lab, he glanced at you again.

Solomon could see your shoulders trembling as you quickly wiped away your tears, fearing that anyone could catch your action.

And as if the whole world came tumbling down to hit him, Solomon froze.

What was he doing, not defending you when he could have? Sure, he's not one of your teammates, but he's there too, for Diavolo's sake! He could've stepped up and said something!

"Alright, that's all for today's lab. You're all free to leave." At the instructor's words, everyone began leaving the lab, chattering with each other happily and totally oblivious about your worsening state.

"MC–" He turned around to look for you, but you were already on your way to leave, accidentally slapping your shoulder with his body.

"Sorry." The reply was curt and sharp, something he'd never expect from you. But your feet never stopped, and you fastened your pace away from him, away from everybody else.

Solomon instantly knew something was very wrong. He then quickly followed you.

You led him to a place distant from the main building of RAD. And there weren't any students nearby even though it was lunch hour and students were free to roam around the school compound.

There, he saw you, hugging your knees with your back against the wall. Your expression was blank, but your red eyes gave away your current state.

When you saw Solomon approaching, you held up a hand, wanting him to give you some space.

So he chose to sit down not too far beside you, respecting your choice of wanting to be alone. He didn't speak or make any noise, just patiently waiting for you to give him some signals—any signs—to indicate that you're ready to talk it out.

"...Why are you here?" you finally spoke.

"I want to make sure that you're okay."

Solomon was met with another long silence after that. Then, he heard muffled cries coming from your way.

You must've tried your best to hold it in; deep down, Solomon felt terrible.

If he wasn't there, you would've cried comfortably, but he knew it wasn't wise to have you be alone in this state.

And so, he stayed there, offering whatever silent comfort he could offer.

Feeling a slight tug on his sleeve a few minutes after, Solomon looked over at you before extending his arms to wrap themselves around your body. His warmth engulfed you from whatever hideous thoughts lingering inside your mind. You needed this hug, and Solomon knew it too.

You two shared the hug in comfortable silence, Solomon not saying a word though his hands never stopped drawing small circles on your back.

"Sorry for burdening you," you said.

"You're never a burden, MC. I would be more than happy to be here with you."

Your grip on his shirt tightened, "...And sorry for acting harshly towards you earlier."

"It's okay, love." Solomon smiled a little before kissing your forehead gently. "Just let me know what I can do to help make you feel better," he said.

Solomon's gentle touches on your body have already helped a lot. But the thought of him wanting to help you overcome this tough phase touched your soul even deeper.

You accepted his kindness instead of pushing him away like you did a few minutes ago. He deserved to be here, with you. You deserve his compassion.

And so, you drilled it inside your mind, trying your best to shoo away those ugly thoughts.

"I'm sorry too, MC," Solomon added, "Sorry for not sticking up for you. You don't deserve that kind of treatment."

"That's okay. It's my fault anyway."

"MC, don't try to take all the blame on yourself. This isn't your fault entirely, and it's okay to make mistakes sometimes. You're no less relevant than other people, I assure you. You've done your best, and that's what truly matters. And one mistake doesn't make you a total failure forever."

Solomon cupped your cheeks warmly before staring deep into your eyes. His eyes spoke warmly to you, and so were his touches. Everything about him spells worry and comfort for you, and you're one step closer to crying again. But not because of anxiety this time.

"I want you to know that I care about you so much. So don't ever push me away. Let me be here to comfort you when you're down. And let me be here to witness you rise back again. I want to be by your side, even if the whole world is against us. So rest assured that you can talk to me about anything. I'll always be here, waiting for you patiently." Solomon took your hand before placing a soft kiss on top of it.

This sorcerer may have inserted a double meaning in those lines he spoke to you, but none of it was a lie. If you're his destiny, he'll do absolutely anything and everything to make sure he's the one by your side until the end, truly supporting you in your journey called 'life'.

You had an awful day today, and you've talked it out with your friends; Simeon included.

Considering you're supposed to stay the night at the Purgatory Hall today, Simeon understands if you decide to cancel the plan and want some time alone.

But that's not the case because you still wanted to have the sleepover at his. You only requested some time alone after school.

The plan was supposed to be you, taking your time off in your own room while the Purgatory Hall members prepared what needed to be done before you arrived for dinner.

But the plan was cut short when you suddenly decided to come over during the evening.

"Sim!" Your voice awfully cheerful at the other side of the line, "Can I come over right now?"

"Now? I thought you said you wanted some time alone. And dinner's not ready yet."

"Well, Asmo took me to a relaxing spa session just now, so I'm already feeling better. It's okay, I can wait for dinner. I just feel like seeing you right now..."

Simeon silently heaved out a sigh of relief at your words. He agreed to let you come over right now and fetch you from the House of Lamentation.

And true, you're already smiling and doing so much better. Simeon only had the demon brothers to thank for. Although, there was a tiny pang of jealousy in him when you decided to seek them instead of him, your lover.

But Simeon knew better than to be jealous right now because he knew how much the brothers meant to you, and they're also your very first friends in Devildom.

Though, that didn't stop him from worrying about you. So Simeon suggested you take a nap and rest while he cooked dinner.

And truthfully, you did have to rest. After such an emotionally and physically exhausting day, a good nap is much needed.

You took up his offer to rest in his room, giving him a peck on his cheek and showing how much you appreciate his effort in taking care of you.

Seeing how easily you went to sleep, Simeon left the room, equally satisfied and relieved to witness that you were resting well. He continued to prepare for dinner while occasionally helping Luke bake your favourite cookies together. (Solomon and Raphael also helped by not disturbing the two and cleaning the hall instead).

And now that dinner's ready, Simeon decided it was time to wake you up from your nap. You were sleeping soundly and truthfully; it broke his heart to even wake you up. But you need to eat, that's a fact.

So he gently sat down beside you and swiped your bangs away from your forehead before placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

"Wake up, starlight. It's dinner time."

It took you only a few seconds to respond by squinting your eyes open, slowly giving him a smile as he guided you to sit up from the bed. His hand rubbed small comforting circles behind your back, "Did you have a good nap?"

"Mmhmm," you nodded.

"Come, everyone's waiting for us."

You were greeted by the sight of your favourite food and cookies in the dining room. Luke smiled widely when he gave you the cookies he made while Simeon and Raphael helped set the table. The environment was very welcoming and comfortable. You thanked everyone for their effort to cheer you up.

But Diavolo knows what or why; when you sat beside Simeon so you could finally eat, a tear slipped down your cheek.

"MC?!" Luke and Solomon were surprised to see you cry.

Heck, even you didn't realise that you were crying.

And once you realise that you actually were, the tears can no longer be stopped. It kept flowing swiftly down to your cheeks. You've tried your best to stop it—to stop ruining the cheerful mode they've helped set up—and to stop being so pathetic.

What's wrong? You've talked it out, acknowledged that you're overwhelmed, unwound and calmed down; you even took a good nap! So why are you still upset?! Why are you still–

Simeon's arms immediately snaked around your body, hiding your face to his chest so you could cry comfortably.

Your sobs then became uncontrollable, and you gripped his shirt tightly.

Seeing your reaction, Simeon gently lifted you up from your seat before saying, "Sorry everyone, you can start the dinner without us. We'll join you later." He smiled a bit, especially to Luke, so the little one didn't worry too much. Simeon then exchanged a few glances with Solomon and Raphael before nodding slightly, making sure they understood the situation you were in—and what they need to do to help keep the situation calm.

He then brought you back to his room, where he gently placed you on his bed and continued comforting you.

"I'm sorry for ruining the dinner," you managed to say in between your sobs.

"You're not ruining anything, starlight. It's not your fault." A gentle kiss to the crown of your head before Simeon hugged you again.

"I–I don't know why I'm like this. I–I... I thought I–"

"MC, it's okay to feel this way. Everything that happened is too much for your emotions to handle, and I understand that. Your feelings are valid."

"But I've talked it out!"

"Yes, and you're still allowed to feel sad about it. It doesn't mean that you have to be strong and never falter after you talk it out." Simeon pulled away for a while to wipe your tears with his thumb, "It's okay, MC. I'll always be here for you."

You could do nothing other than crying your heart out. It hurts. It truly hurts.

And Simeon was there with you—true to his words—throughout the painful phase, reassuring you and making sure you were okay.

You wanted to apologise for burdening him, but his words earlier made you realise how these thoughts you have weren't true at all.

Simeon's still here. The brothers are still with you. Luke even baked your favourite cookies to cheer you up. They all still care for you. You're not burdening anyone—you never were a burden. And most importantly–

You are loved and cherished.

I would like to thank my friends/mutuals who have been there for me during my emotional breakdown phases. My last semester hasn't been exactly kind to me; it's the harshest and most challenging semester (and it'll probably be even more difficult in the future). Thank you so much for checking up on me, reminding me to take breaks, and reassuring me when I'm at my lowest.

I don't want to play favourite and name them because every one of my mutuals is always checking up on me from time to time, so thank you so much. I appreciate you all <3 Hope you all won't be sick reading my rants again in a few months XD

Oh! And special thanks to Noelle @amistytown for helping me figure out the right term to be used in this HC <3 Mwah to you, Noelle >///<

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keanureevesisbae · 2 years

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August Walker x fem!reader

Summary: You and August are quite the big deal in the porn industry and now you're going to do something you've never done before: a live sex show.

Wordcount: 887

Warnings: sex, public sex, orgasms, squirting, unprotected sex. Mention of threesomes, gangbangs, sex show. Pornstars.

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After the two of you hung out and had a lot of off camera sex, you were practically inseparable. Since every director you knew realized how well you two worked together, how much of a fanbase you two had created, with the help of them, you two started your own channel. It was crazy to see how the views went up to millions within the span of a few days, but that was only logical with the enormous fanbase you two had.

Your channel had videos of you having sex, doing all sorts of sexual acts, some threesomes, gang bangs (since those were your favorites to film) and it almost was like a sneak peak into your sex life and people loved it. It was crazy to believe that your sex life with August was making you this much money. You two barely had sex with others anymore (minus those gang bangs and threesomes, but August was always part of that), but that was only because you two worked so well together.

And now you were about to do something that the two of you had never done. You excessively spoke about this, discussed it and it wasn’t until now the two of you were a hundred percent behind the plan.

That still didn’t stop you from feeling the jitters. ‘I’m a little nervous,’ you admit in a whisper.

‘My little sex machine is nervous?’ August chuckles as he wraps his arms around your waist. ‘Come on, it’s just sex.’

‘Yes, with an audience, mind you,’ you mutter.

‘Just focus on me, alright? Like you always do.’

You turn around and give him a long kiss on his lips. ‘I’ll try.’

‘How you’re doing?’ he asks. ‘Warmed up?’

‘Check yourself.’ You spread your legs a little and his hand goes on a little discovery tour. When you feel his fingers between your swollen lips, he chuckles. ‘Good enough for you?’

‘More than,’ he says. ‘Cute little slut you are.’

‘You can prep,’ you hear one of the organizers tell you and August grabs your hand, pulling you with him.

‘I got you,’ August says, ‘so don’t you worry about a thing, okay?’

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August was right. Focussing on him helped to ease your nerves. So, you looked in his light blue orbs, as you felt his cock rearranging your guts. And sometimes, you allowed yourself to look at crowd to take a peak of how everyone went crazy.

And the exhilaration that you felt during this, it only contributed to you having orgasm after orgasm after orgasm on stage. From uncontrollably shaking to violently squirting on the crowd. The August Walker was capable for anything.

And with someone fucking you so well, you could let go. Your mind was focused on one thing and one thing only and that was being fucked into tomorrow. That there were others to witness, to yell and scream when you squirted into the public, was just a side issue.

‘I’m cumming, August,’ you cry out again and it makes everyone in the crowd go nuts. Your eyes roll back as your legs shake and your moans don’t even need the mics for them to be heard.

Part of you wants to stop, as the throb between your legs becomes so sensitive, but that same throb is what you love about having sex with August. He is the only one who can wear you out like this and still make it feel good.

There are cameras of the organization itself filming you, but you knew the crowd had whipped out their phones to get this all documented themselves. But it all becomes background noise and business, when you see the shift in August’s eyes. The sounds he make, the way he pushes you down and his grip tightens: it can only mean one thing.

His hips stutter against yours, thick ropes of cum are shot inside of you and the shivers run down your spine. He rides out his high accompanied with the world’s hottest groans and you finally are able to catch a bit of a breath.

August pulls out and with his cum dripping down your legs, you manage to get up as well. The crowd goes mad and with a grand smile, the two of you disappear behind the thick curtain, as the next act for the night gets ready.

The two of you make your way off the stage and with both your robes on, you press a kiss on his lips.

‘Do you think we found a new thing?’ August asks you.

‘I sure hope so, because I desperately want to feel this rush again.’

He looks over his shoulder and pulls you with him. He locks the door of your private room behind you and says: ‘Get on your fours, baby.’

‘Why?’ you ask, already getting rid of your robe.

And then you see it: the camera in his hand paired with a signature smile of his… You know what you’re in for.

‘The show just got started,’ he says, prepping the camera. Once you’re in position, your back arched and your pussy on display, he clicks his tongue in approval. ‘These walls are soundproof,’ he tells you. ‘So… you know what to do.’

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brokenjere · 2 years

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seveteen going under (j.f) (ch. 19)

seventeen going under (j.f)

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synopsis: when jeremiah disappears, yn is left all alone on the dance floor but when he returns, he doesn't find her dancing solo

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Jeremiah was gone a long time. After the escort dance, they played slow and boring ballroom music and let people mingle. I could see their fake smiles hidden behind their fake lips plastered in expensive lipstick. Susannah flew around the room talking to her country club friends. The women that volunteered instead of work. The women that think their kids are the best kids and no one else compared. They stroked their daughters backs as Susannah gushed about how beautiful they looked and then she moved on to the next family. The boys sat by the stage in a huddle, none of them except Steven and Conrad really having family here it seemed.

Shayla sat with Steven, her arm draped over his leg in a lazy intimacy that made my stomach twist into knots. Conrad stared at me from where he sat and leaned back against the steps. I stayed in my chair, fiddling with the elbow length gloves I was forced to wear. My mom was talking with her hands about something I’ve already long forgotten about and my dad just loved to listen to her. Belly, Cam, Shayla, Nicole, Conrad, and even Freaking Gigi were all laughing and having a good time while I sat here and waited for my date to return to me. My date. My boyfriend. My best friend. My Jeremiah. Whatever he was, he had disappeared and left me sitting here alone.

I could join them, I thought. I could go over there and no one would think twice about it but I secretly liked the game that Conrad and I were playing from across the room. He watched me intently until I looked back at him and then we watched each other. He shifted on his butt, his hair falling into his face so he had to push it back, exposing his forehead. He adjusted his jacket and tie like he was clearing his throat and I trailed the chain of my necklace with my gloved finger. It was a necklace Jeremiah got me for my sixteenth birthday. He gave it to me a few weeks early because he was too excited to wait. It had a moon charm dangling from the chain. The card read: “I will always love you to the moon and back.” I haven’t taken it off since.

He shuffled his feet, his toe of his left foot hitting the heel of his right. I tucked a loose piece of hair behind my ear and used my tongue to pick out a piece of rubbery chicken from dinner and then washed it down with the glass of white wine in front of my mom. She swatted my hand and I pretended not to notice. Then, the lights went dark and every scurried off to their respective tables. Jeremiah was still not here.

“The waltz is about to start,” Belly said when she reached me, dipping her head close to mine so she could whisper it in my ear. “Where’s Jere?” I shrugged my shoulders and stood up. I was well aware of all the girls finding their reliable, safe, and handsome men while I stood like a deer in headlights searching for mine that would not be found. I should have followed him, I thought. Why didn’t I do that?

Shayla shot me a concerned glance from her and Steven’s spot on the dance floor and I shook my head. I started to circle the room, asking anyone and everyone if they had seen him. I knew no one had. No one left besides him. He could be anywhere at this point, maybe not even in the country club. How could he do this to me?

When I reached the table again, my mom met me on the dance floor. “Where is he? Why’d he take off like that earlier?” I started to shake my head almost uncontrollably. If i wanted to, I could burst open like a dam and flood the entire room with tears but I couldn’t let that happen so I sucked them back up. I was breathing so heavy I thought all the air in the room would go inside my lungs. She put her hands on my shoulders. “I’ll go find him, okay?” I nodded but it was too late. I told her that. She said, “no, it’s not. Just wait, okay? I’ll go find him.” I nodded again but still didn’t believe her. She disappeared out of the same door he did not that long ago and then I was alone on the dance floor while everyone had their person. Where the hell was mine?

When the music started and the slow drum of the song we listened to in practice reverberated through my bones. I felt his hands on me again like a phantom pain in my limbs and I heard his laughter as he spun me around and I felt sick and alone. I don’t know whether I was spinning or if it was the room but when my eyes focused, Conrad was standing and he was walking toward me with his hand outstretched. “I know all the moves, remember?”

I hesitated and swallowed all the things I thought I knew and I took his hand. I thought I was destined for Jeremiah Fisher. But destiny, happenstance, is only romantic when you choose that route, too. When you knowingly and willingly fall into place just as the universe intended you to do. So I took his hand and let him lead me in the waltz. His hands were firmer than Jeremiah’s. He held me with purpose and ease. We did not fumble over each other’s feet and we did not laugh. We stared at each other with such intensity, everything around us faded away.

He twirled me and I felt as if my eyes never left his. His feet moved like he does this dance in his sleep and it was easy to follow him. My feet chased him like squirrels in the park. His steady and even breathing called out to my rapid breaths and told them to slow down. He was here. It was okay. Everything was going to work out. How did he do that? Steady me without saying a word? He twirled me again and I caught a glimpse of sandy blonde curls. Sad eyes and sagging shoulders. My hands landed on those of his brother.

“Good?” He asked me and I nodded. 1, 2, 3, 4. 1, 2, 3, 4. Conrad kneeled down on one knee and held his arm up over his head. I held it loosely and circled his body like I was instructed to do in class. The boys were told not to watch. Face forward. Do not look at the girl. Conrad was stone-faced and I swear, he saw Jeremiah, too. Watching us. His face was cold and hurtful. But he left me. He made this happen. Conrad’s touch felt too hot for me at that moment and I craved for the blonde boy across the room the way you crave chocolate after a hardy meal.

We kept moving the way we knew how. The only thing to do was to keep going. Keep going and going until the music stopped and everyone clapped and it was just him and I, heavy breathing and clammy hands. “For what it’s worth,” he said, “I’m glad it was me.”

I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t reply. I just stepped out of his embrace a little too early and wiped his sweat off onto my white dress and cleared the room to Jeremiah. I ignored everyone staring at me. “Where were you?“ I hissed at him, dismissing the fact I was just waltzing with his brother. His hands were in his pockets and he was leaning against the back wall. I don’t know if anyone else saw him come in. He wasn’t even looking at me. His eyes were somewhere over my shoulder.

“I had something to do.” His voice was cold. Colder than I had ever heard it before and I shivered despite being hot. “You looked good out there.” His eyes darted down to me.

“Don’t flatter me”

“I’m not. I’m just stating a fact. You two are a good couple.” The word couple spat out of his mouth like a hidden piece of broccoli on his dinner plate he didn’t anticipate eating. It hit me in the face with a thud.

“What?” I stuttered on my words. He didn’t know. How could he know?

“Where were you?” Conrad. His voice came from behind me. Jeremiah looked up almost startled to see him but he straightened his shoulders like he was ready to fight. A soldier going off to war.

“I took Mom’s phone. She had some pretty interesting emails,” Jeremiah said. I felt a wall of tension forming, brick by brick. Interesting emails. Couple. He couldn’t know. He couldn’t.

“Jere, not now,” Conrad said in a low voice. The whole ballroom was alive with motion now so I doubted anyone was paying attention to the skeptical that was happening in the back corner.

“Why not? You seemed to want to have it in with Yn earlier. So why not have it in with me?” He pushed himself off the wall, stepping closer to his brother. I stepped out of the way and I was no longer a person of interest. He had heard and he hadn’t said anything. He heard before he left. He kissed me like he loved me, yet he knew. Conrad looked at me, panicked and Jeremiah said, “don’t fucking look at her.” I flinched.

“We don’t need to do this now. Let’s just go home.” Conrad reached for his brothers hand and instead of going with his big brother, as Jeremiah so often did, he snapped his hand back and used it to punch Conrad in the face. A square hit right in his left eye.

“Jeremiah!” I yelled but it went unheard from him. Conrad stumbled back, holding his eye but he didn’t throw a punch back.

“You should have told me!” He yelled. Now we were collecting an audience. I saw my parents standing up and Susannah pushing herself out of the chair and then Jeremiah hit his brother again. “You knew she was sick and didn’t tell me! And then you fucked my girlfriend!” His voice was laced with poison. Acid spat between his teeth and hit him again. Conrad tackled Jeremiah now, if only to get him to shut up. He never threw a punch back. They just wrestled on the floor and I helplessly tried to pull Jeremiah off of him by his tuxedo jacket but it was no use. They only stopped when Susannah yelled at them like she did so many times in their childhood. Like they were fighting over a used toy. Maybe they were.

“What the hell is going on here?” She asked, obviously not having heard the words exchanged between them. The boys looked at their mom and their features softened. I loved that about them. That no matter what, they were mama’s boys deep down. Everything and anything for Susannah Fisher.

“I think they know,” my mom said from behind her. I looked at her and I think, without really knowing, she knew everything. I was still attached to the umbilical cord that grew out of her body and she could read my mind. See my thoughts. Live in my feelings. Susannah looked at my mom confused and then back to the boys.

“We know. I’ve always known,” Conrad admitted. I saw Susannah’s heart sink and then, from somewhere in the crowd, little Belly asked: “know what?”

Laurel ushered her two kids out of the ballroom. I could almost see them now: crying. Hugging. Hearing that their Susannah was sick again and wouldn’t make it this time. Little Belly, who looked so grown up today and was a blossoming teenager, curled in the fetal position as her life tipped upside down.

Susannah tried to usher her own kids out, but I reached out for Jeremiah before he could follow her. He flinched. “Can we talk?” I asked him quietly. “When you’re available?”

“I don’t really have much to say to you right now. You should have told me.” He looked at me as he walked out of the ballroom. Still as if we were the only two people in the universe. I watched and watched until he was gone and i was surrounded by strangers wondering what this little girl had gotten herself into. I wish I knew. I wish I knew. I started to drown. The current pulled me under until I couldn’t breathe and I was a gasping, floundering fish in the ocean tidal wave.

My mom said it was a panic attack. What happened to me at the debutante ball. She said it was normal. She said it had happened to her before, too. That it was nothing to worry about. My dad carried me out of the ballroom bridal style and all the way to the car. I didn’t remember a thing. My head was under water. Even now, as I lay in my bed of cloud-like pillows with the night sky calling out to me, I felt dazed.

I remembered Jeremiah and my body screamed for him. I checked my phone. No messages. I locked it and put it back under my pillow. I’m sure he was with his mom. That’s where he needed to be. Not with me, consoling the inconsolable. I was a blubbering mess but my mom wasn’t dying. She was right downstairs, probably reading a book or watching an old reality tv show that no one cared about anymore. My dad was probably holding her hand. They probably chatted about how to help me. What they should do. Oh, our poor daughter. Yeah. Their poor daughter. Who was crying over a boy with a dying mom. I didn’t shed a tear for Susannah. My sadness was all my own and I felt selfish for it. It made me cry harder. I think I cried myself to sleep.

The next morning it was raining. For a town that never saw rain, there sure was a lot of this summer. Maybe the universe knew that this summer was doomed for the rain. The gloomy skies and cracks of thunder. It was still dark out. The sun was still sleeping.

There was french toast and eggs on the table and bacon sizzling on the stove top. Dad was flipping them over, taking all the little hits of grease as they splattered his arm. “Good morning, kiddo,” he said. I wrapped my arms around his middle and he kissed the top of my head. I was grateful he was here to flip my bacon. “How did you sleep?” He pretended not to see the bags under my red and swollen eyes.

“Decent enough. Where’s Mom?” I asked. I pulled out a stool from the breakfast counter and sat down, my feet dangling. I liked to sit here where my feet don’t touch the ground. It makes me feel like a child in the best way possible. Like I still have room to grow.

“She’s at Susannah’s with Laurel. I think they’re all just taking a day, you know? With each other. Now that everyone knows.”

“Have you heard from anyone? About Belly and Steven? How they’re doing?” He sighed and set down the tongs he was using. I held my breath. “The boys?” I added in a whisper.

“Belly and Steven are going to be okay. They’re all going to be okay,” he said. His back was still turned to me. He prepared the paper towel and one by one he placed a strip of bacon on it and padded the grease dry.

“Even if Susannah dies?” If wasn’t really the word I should be using. I knew the finality of it from the moment Conrad told me. She beat it once but twice was a long shot. I didn’t know if anyone really thought it was an option.

Susannah could fight it if she wanted to. She could fight a snow storm in flip flops and a sun hat. She could fight a tornado with no shelter and weather any storm that dared to face her. But I don’t think she wanted to. The last time she got sick, her brain turned nearly to mush. She couldn’t stay awake. She lost most of her hair. Her eyes didn’t sparkle. She wanted her eyes to sparkle and if she lost the fight all those years ago, with unsparkling eyes, well, the thought alone would have killed her. If the boys and I were to be at her deathbed, her eyes better be fucking sparkling.

“There was a trial that Adam and Laurel found online. They shared it with your mother and the three of them asked Susannah to participate. She met all the criteria. She didn’t want to, at first.” There was a long pause. “The boys convinced her to try.”

“That doesn’t mean she won’t die.”

My dad slammed his hands down on the counter and turned toward me with a fierceness he couldn’t muster very often. I shuddered and sank into the chair. “She might die, Yn. You’re right. She might also live. She might also be able to watch her boys go to college or get married. She might be able to watch them have their babies of their own. Or she might not. She may only make it to Spring. And that’s something we can cross when we get to it, alright?” By the end of his rant, he was less angry. He was back to normal. He handed me a plate of food and patted my hand and told me he loved me and then he went next door through the backyard and I pretended that it was a black hole into an alternate universe where Susannah was happy and the boys were happy and I was six feet in the ground.

Jeremiah’s POV

I stayed up most of the night crying. I knocked on the wall that Belly and I shared like I had done before, but usually, I’m calling for Yn. I knocked twice, instead of the three times meant for her. I love you. That’s what the three meant whether she knew it or not what we started it, that was what it always meant for me. She knocked back and then she was in my dark room. Her hair had fallen in her face with effortless messiness that made me smile. Her pajamas were still freshly pressed. Something I’m sure my mom did this morning just so she’d have nice pj’s to sleep in. It was the kind of thing my mom did.

I scooted over in my bed to make room for her and she crawled in like she did when we were kids. We often used to do this in the summer house. Share a bed. Share a seat at the dining room table. Share a shake at the movies. We shared a lot. Now, we’ll share grief. I let her lay next to me in bed and when she started to cry softly, the floodgates in my eyes also opened. We lay there, more vulnerable than we had ever been with each other, and cried. Eventually, Belly fell asleep. She stifled her tears and shut her eyes and the water on her face dried up into her eyelashes.

There was a lot of crying that night. Mom cried as she sat me and Conrad down and told us the whole truth. That she had relasped. She was no longer in remission and she would not try to fight it again. “Why not?” I asked her, tears running down my face and snot bubbling out of my nose. “Fight for us.”

She said the trial didn’t guarantee results. She wouldn’t dim her life to save it. She wanted to go out authentically Susannah. She refused and refused and cried and cried until Conrad, with too many tears choking his words, croaked out: “Please, mom.” Then, she conceded. We fell into a pile of limbs and tears and grief for a mother not yet gone. I don’t know how long we stayed like that. Long enough for my arms to go numb and the waistband of my dress pants to start to hurt. When we untangled ourselves, Mom put us to bed like we were kids and I snuck out like always to see my big brother.

I did that a lot when I was a boy. When the age gap between Conrad and I seemed far greater than it did now. He was the older brother. Cool and interesting and I always wanted to tag along. We’d get put to bed and when the hallways were dark, I would go to Conrad’s room to see him awake and reading under the covers. He would let me hang out for a while, telling me stories about his day that, when the sun was shining, I was too young to know about. Now, as I creeped into his room, there was only sadness and anger and a hint of distrust. He didn’t trust that I wouldn’t hit him again. My knuckles throbbed at the thought.

“I’m not going to hit you,” I told him as the door shut. He loosened his tie enough to pull it over his head. He tossed it on the bed along with his jacket but he still eyed me suspiciously so I held my hands up in surrender.

“Then what are you doing in here?”

“Why her?” I asked before really thinking about it. I didn’t have a speech planned. No grand argument bubbling inside of me ready to erupt. That was my only question. Why did he have to love her, too?

“I can ask you the same thing,” he said.

“No you can’t. She was always mine. Since we were kids. She was my person.”

“You can’t just claim her because she’s your best friend. She’s allowed to fall in love outside of your little bubble. How long were you planning on being the only boy in her life?”

“Forever,” I snapped. Forever was always the goal. I could not imagine a future that didn’t exist with her in it. There wasn’t one. “She was always mine.”

“When you weren’t kissing Vivian?” His head cocked to the side and I wanted to punch him again. Harder this time. With no one to stop me. His eye was bruising from earlier but instead of feeling guilty, I regretted I didn’t make it worse. “That’s why she came over, you know? Because she was so fucked up about you kissing Vivian. That almost killed her.”

“Good thing you were there, huh? Conrad to the rescue. Always there to save the day. Did she come to see you? Or was she there for me?” He was quiet. I had gotten him. She went looking for me and fell into his arms instead. What if I had heard her or seen her before she was in his bedroom? Would she have went up with me? Could we have been doing this since Spring? The thought made me sick with regret. “Why’d you do it? You had to know. That we loved each other.”

“I had just found out about Mom,” he said. Shrugging as if that explained it all away. “I was upset and she was upset and it just happened. I didn’t really think about it.” I didn’t really think about it. Taking her virginity was just a Friday night activity for him. Something he didn’t really need to think about. Friday night. The night Vivian kissed me. I remember it all so clearly now. The pieces were falling into place.

“You came in my room that night, didn’t you? While I was asleep. You said you needed a condom. I thought you had called Audrey over for a late night booty call but it was Yn, wasn’t it?” Conrad looked away and refused to look back at me. I clenched my fists, begging myself not to hit him again. He was still my brother, after all. “Wasn’t it?” I repeated.

“Yeah,” he mumbled like a little kid getting caught doing something bad. He stared at his feet. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about Mom and I’m sorry I fell for her and I’m sorry I did that to you.”

“I’m sorry, too.” I walked out of his room and to my own. I put my pajamas on. I brushed my teeth and took a shower and laid down in bed and wondered how the house would smell if Mom wasn’t here. Would her perfume still linger in every crevice of the house? Would there still be remnants of flour and sugar and chocolate chips all over the kitchen from when she bakes cookies every weekend? Would the windows sparkle the same from her cleaner and would all the wood in the house still smell like lemons?

Then I thought about the house next door and how that house would always smell the same. Yn will always live in every stretch of fabric and her shoes will always be in the front entrance hall and I will alway climb through her window because she will always leave it unlocked. For me or for Conrad? Was she disappointed every time it was me that slipped through? Would I ever get over the ache that echoes in my chest when I think about them together? Or when I see Conrad’s face? Is this the thing that breaks the unbreakable?

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shelbystales · 2 years

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Honor and Blood - Part Sixteen

Tommy Shelby x Reader - Masterlist

Read previous parts: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 -12 - 13 - 14 - 15

Summary: you are a gypsy and your family lives near Birmingham. Tommy Shelby needs a favor and Johnny Dogs says you’re the one he should ask for. A meeting is scheduled and when Tommy meets you, he is instantly drawn to you.

Warning: Swearing, fluff,

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English is my second language so I apologize in advance for the grammar mistakes.

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“Just right around the corner”, he answered as you walked away from the shop.

You looked around hoping someone would see you, but at this time of the day, there was no one walking on the streets. You saw a few kids playing by the end of the street, but they were too far away.

As you walked to the corner you saw a car waiting with the engine turned on. Your heartbeat raced and your hands got sweaty. You breathed deeply still hoping someone would walk by and save you from this situation. every step you took felt dragged and the closer you got to the car the worst you felt.

“Get in” Campbell answered stopping by the car

“I thought you wanted to have a chat Mr. Campbell?” you managed to say, looking him in the eyes

“We will, just somewhere else,” he said “now get in” he opened the door

“What if I don’t?” you asked feeling your hands shake uncontrollably

“I am afraid, Miss, that you don’t have that choice,” he said and pushed you inside, forcing you in. You didn’t fight back because two other men were sitting in the front seats and you had no chance.

“Can I ask where are we going?” you asked concerned as the car started moving

“Going for a walk” he answered caressing his mustache “see, I needed you to be somewhere where it was just the two of us,” he said and shifted in his seat to face you, his leg touching yours “you should know that I recently saw you and the dangerous mister Shelby together”

“Is that a crime?” you asked and he smiled and shook his head

“I must tell you, miss. Rather, I must alarm you. That man… is behind many crimes in this town. I know that your kind likes to stick together, but you should know that he is dangerous and I am afraid he is taking advantage of you and your naive head” he said and you frowned

My kind? Naive? fuck you, you thought, feeling offended

“What do you mean?” you asked, pretending to be dumb. if there is one thing you’ve learned in this life is that they love to assume they know more than you, they love to think they are in charge and they own all the pieces on the board.

“I do believe you are being taken advantage of, but I don't believe you are stupid, miss. You know what I mean and you should know that I am going to clean this town, and if I find out you are at any moment involved in this by the slightest, I’ll come for you as well” he said, his face getting closer to yours by the words he spoke.

You were surprised he didn’t bite your fake dumbness, making you think that this man in front of you should not be underestimated.

“I do not have any involvement in his business,” you said and he nodded

“I’ll believe you, for now” he moved away from you and fixed his expensive grey suit “but you should know that I don’t like being lied to and if I find out that you just did it… I will not treat you like a lady, I’ll treat you like a worthless criminal,” he said looking at you “do you understand?”

“I do” you answered feeling afraid of his gaze

“Stop the car,” he said to the man driving, and just like that he stopped “go, get out,” he said and you quickly opened the door and left as quickly as you possibly could.

You looked around and did not recognize the place you were, he left you in a desertic and possibly dangerous place. You were not in the car for long so you could not be too far away. The sun was setting and you know how the streets of Birmingham, especially Small heath can be a lawless land when the sun settled. You looked around and breathed deeply walking to the first shop you saw and asking for information about where you now were.

After the information the nice lady that was sitting knitting next to the balcony you left walking completely aware of the dangers around, holding tightly to the knife you had in your belt.

You got to the shop and it was closed already. You decided to go to the Garrison and to speak to Tommy about what had just happened, but as you got there the Shelbys were nowhere to be seen.

You walked around and decided to be a big girl and walk to the bar to the fancy woman that was focused on serving a man.

“Hi Grace, have you seen Tommy?” you asked and she smiled at you

“No, not today, dear” she answered superbly and you nodded, not even looking at you. You wanted to just walk outside, but for some reason, you couldn’t move.

“Can I help you with anything else?” she asked

“Yes,” you said and she finally directed her attention to you “if you see him, can you please tell him that his girlfriend was just here?”

“Girlfriend?” She repeated clearly shocked and you smiled and nodded “he didn’t tell me you were dating officially” she stated with the same air of superiority that just got under your nerves

“Well, it happened today. So, can you do what I asked?” you insisted but changed your mind “you know what, never mind. I’ll stop by his place. Thank you, Grace. Oh, and Tommy told me you’ve been putting in some extra hours… why? Is he not paying enough? I could talk to him, you know… help you”

“Hm, no. I just… I like it” she stuttered, her arrogance now completely unexistent

“You like it?” you asked and chuckled “Ok… well have fun then” you smiled and walked away from the bar and out of the stinky bar that was now filling up.

As you walked down the street, you felt sorry for yourself because it felt really good to have this interaction with that cocky woman. You hated her from the bottom of your heart.

The walk to the Shelbys' house was quiet so you had time to think about what you would talk to Thomas about. You had already given some thought on your way from the unfamiliar neighborhood to the Garrison. The truth is that you didn't really know what to say to him, you didn't have much to say. just tell you what happened. You tried to predict how he would react, and what he would do with that information.

As soon as you arrived, you could hear loud voices fighting inside. You stopped at the entrance of the house trying to understand a little of what was being discussed. You knew it was the voice of Thomas, Arthur and at some point Polly.

But you felt that what you were doing was wrong, so you knocked on the door and with that the voices fell silent. The door opened and Polly smiled when she saw you.

"Hi, Y/n!" Polly said

"Hey" you said "Is Tommy here?" you asked and Arthur nodded.

"yes, come in" she said and you walked in feeling out of place.

Arthur and Tommy were on opposite sides of the room. John was sat on the sofa with a entire bottle of whiskey in his hand, taking a big sip.

When Tommy saw you walking in he walked right towards you “This conversation is finished,” he said grabbing your hand and walking out of the house.

You could clearly see he was upset about something.

“What happened?” you asked him as you both walked on the dark streets of Small Heath.

he took a deep breath and before answering you he lit his cigarette with all the calm in the world.

"How was your day, love?" he asked looking at you tenderly

"weird" you replied "but I want to hear from you, Tommy. What happened? Is everything ok?"

"Yes. All right," he said, scratching the bridge of his nose, "why was your day weird?"

"I want to tell you, but first... where are we going?" you asked

"Can we go to your place?" he asked and you nodded

you walked hand in hand in the silence of the night. the night was cold, as usual by this time of the year. As you walked he caressed your hand with his thumb.

You looked at him and saw that he needed a break. He was being evasive and was clearly still shaken by whatever had been the reason for his fight with his brothers. So his mind is probaly still trying to fix the problems around the fight.

You knew that they argued with some frequency, but even though you had never experienced one, you didn't imagine it would be how it was today. You wouldn't imagine it would affect him so much.

Arriving at your caravan you took off your shoes and he went straight to your bed, throwing himself on top of it. You watched him as you freed yourself from your accessories and clothes, putting on more comfortable clothes.

You were glad he had left some clothes in here the last time he came by. Taking his white cotton pajama shirt you walked to him

“Are you going to tell me what’s bothering you?” you asked sitting next to him and putting the shirt on his chest.

He took a deep breath and brought his hand to his face, rubbing his eyes tiredly. He sat up and looked at you.

"Me father, he's back from whatever hell he was in," he replied, resting his elbows on his legs and letting his head fall forward.

"You never told me much about your father," you said stroking his back and resting your chin on his shoulder.

"There's nothing to tell," he said.

"No?" he shook his head "and why are you so upset?"

"he's not a father who deserves to have his story told," he said sitting up straighter and kissing your cheek, your face still resting on his shoulder, "tell me about your day, eh".

"Well, I don't know if you're going to like what I'm going to tell you." You pulled away from him and sat cross-legged on the bed.

He straightened up on the bed and began undoing his suit, taking off his suit jacket and loosening his tie.

"why not?" he asked during his process of getting more comfortable.

The more and more a piece of his clothing was removed, the more you wanted to put an end to the conversation and ride him.

You took a deep breath shaking away your thoughts "I had a visit from Campbell" you said and he stopped at the third button of his shirt to look at you

"What? What did he want?" he asked looking at your body, your arms, your legs, looking for any sign that he had hit you, touched you, but he didn't find anything.

"Have a chat" you said mockingly "he wanted to warn me that you are a dangerous man" you smiled moving to sit on top of him leaving a tender kiss on his lips and hugging his neck with both of your arms.

"He didn't do anything to you, did he?" he asked, pulling his lips away from yours.

"No, he just threatened me. Saying he wouldn't treat me like a lady if he found out I was lying to him. He'd treat me like a worthless criminal" you chuckled

"That's not funny," he said shaking his head

"Tommy, he has nothing. He's desperate" you said caressing his chest through the unbuttoned buttons of his shirt "you don't have to worry, ok?" you continued and left a kiss on his neck, sucking his skin. He growled in frustration as if he didn't want to give in to you. “Are you hiding something?” you asked looking at him

“No” he answered

“Yes you are. You are hiding your feelings. But I will respect your time, Tommy” you caressed his neck while looking him in the eyes, trying to show him your support “but please share them with me, at some point. Promise me?” you asked and he reluctantly nodded.

the rest of the night you exchanged caresses and slept holding each other. He was too introspective to engage in sex. He didn't even try or encourage your intimate caresses. You didn't insist and gave him some time.

You knew little about his father. And even less about how their relationship was. You remembered he once mentioned he was nothing like him, so you assumed he didn't admire his father at all.

All you knew about Arthur Shelby Sr. was what everyone else in town knew, that he was a crook. You knew he made money by telling fortunes and stealing horses, and you also knew from the stories told by your father that he was a formidable boxer.

Your father knew everyone and you were impressed, but at the same time... everyone knew who your father was.

--/--

The next day, Tommy decided to have breakfast with your family.

You two sat at the table with a mixture of eggs and shredded chicken. The hens continued to produce a lot during the winter, meaning no loss of food, mainly because the chicken coop was moved to a covered and warm place.

Your dad sat next to you and kissed you on the cheek and then greeted Tommy. After Patrick arrived, the conversation started to flow.

"Let's get the machines running today," Patrick said.

the machines had already been delivered and you put Patrick in charge of production, since he was a bit out of place, without any responsibility.

"Well, do you already have the materials?" you asked and he nodded

"Let's sew non-stop!" he said smiling and you smiled at him

"I hear Arthur Shelby is back in town," your father said to Thomas, who looked at him with a blank expression and nodded.

"When did your brother leave?" Patrick asked

"It's not his brother, it's his father" your father corrected him, with his mouth full "Arthur Shelby Sr," he added and Patrick nodded in understanding

"Oh, I assumed he was dead" Patrick spoke honestly

"Rick!" you scolded him and he looked at you surprised, not understanding what he had done wrong

"It would be better if he was," Thomas finally spoke and an awkward silence took over the moment.

"Is the old man still causing trouble?" your father asked after a while

"things with him don't change," he said and your father nodded with a smile hidden in his beard

After breakfast, Tommy walked you to the shop. Stopping at the entrance he kissed you lovingly, for a very long time, holding you by your hips to keep you close to him.

You didn’t know, but the night he had with you was exactly what he needed. A quiet and safe moment with the woman he was falling for, and for that he was grateful.

“Let's have dinner tonight, eh?” he said and kissed you, he wanted to treat you right. To give you something you deserved “in a nice restaurant”.

“I would like that,” you said with a smile.

“Good” he kissed you “when you are done here, come to the shop”

“Well, I’ll have to go home first. To change into something nicer than these old clothes” you said and he smiled

“I’ll take care of that” he said and left a kiss on your sweet lips before he left, wishing you a good day

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