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Wishful Thinking || A 'Hazbin Hotel' Tickle Fic (100 Follower Special)

Summary: Vox's obsession with Alastor is no secret, but the true extent and nature of said obsession is an entirely different story. As his thoughts grow increasingly consumed by his rival, Vox finds it harder and harder to think about anything else, ultimately coming to a head with a very interesting discovery.

Content Warnings: Canon-typical language, brief mild violence, use of restraints, a lil' bit of blackmail, and Vox being a thirsty bitch for Alastor (because we love a good dose of one-sided attraction). Also, not really a warning, but any scenes that take place in somebody's head are in blue and italics (you'll see what I mean as you read).

Word Count: 3,669 words.

Vox couldn't fucking stand Alastor.

His stupid smile, his stupid voice, those stupid powers that allowed him to crush anyone in his way like an insect. The man was infuriating, always acting so calm and in control, even after Vox managed to get the drop on him that fateful day seven years ago. It was like nothing could touch him in any MEANINGFUL way, a fact that frustrated Vox to no end.

Yes, Alastor was nothing but a big pain in the ass, constantly doing anything in his power to screw with Vox, oftentimes broadcasting it for the entirety of Pride to witness.

Worst of all was the way that he infiltrated Vox's processor, filling his head with fantasies he had no way of controlling without shutting himself down completely. And it wasn't even intentional! That bastard had no idea what he was doing, or if he did, he gave no indication of it! No, he just kept on smiling that stupid grin, making those passive aggressive remarks, acting like he wasn't the thing consuming Vox's mind nearly twenty-four hours a day.

Vox watched the surveillance footage captured earlier that morning, feeling his breath hitch at the staticky image being displayed. He could just barely make out Alastor's form through the distortion (another thing that Vox hated about him; the bastard made it damn near impossible to get a clear image of him), standing outside the doors of little Princess Morningstar's hotel discussing something unintelligible with that winged cat sinner who often hung around him.

Through the grainy audio, he could just make out Alastor barking out a laugh, the sound itself laced with static and radio interference. The deer demon's shoulders shook, his ears pinning back slightly as he chortled, his companion letting out an irritated huff in response.

How many times had Vox watched the clip now? He had honestly lost count. He didn't know why he kept returning to that particular moment of footage; nothing particularly useful or interesting was occurring. Just a regular conversation, from what he could tell. There was just...something in the other overlord's moment of mirth that captured his full attention, setting something ablaze within the TV demon.

More; he wanted to hear more.

The lights flickered, the sound of screeching radio filling the air, accompanied by something entirely different.

Giggling, pure and hysterical.

Alastor lurched forwards, hands latched onto Vox's wrists as he tried to lean forward and away from the other demon, who held him firmly against his chest. "Rehehehehelease me at ohohohohonce!" The usually composed overlord was a mess, face tinted a bright shade of red, eyes crinkled with mirth as another wave of snickers shook his frame. "Shihihihihihihit!"

Vox chuckled, leaning forward to croon into Alastor's ear, which immediately flicked at the feeling of the other's warm breath. "What's the matter, old man? Too ticklish?" He sang, smirk widening. "What would the public think, knowing the famed Radio Demon is so...sensitive..." He growled the last part, low and teasing, resulting in a shriek of microphone feedback from Alastor. "Perhaps I should turn on some of my cameras, hm? I doubt you could focus on messing with them while your giggling so hard. I could let all of Hell know just how much of a ticklish little-"

Vox blinked, pulled from his daydream by a raised brow from Velvette. "Vox, are you listening to me? This is important shit! I need to make sure you're on top of the advertisements for my new collection if we are going to see any substantial sales!"

Vox cleared his throat, trying to urge his screen to COOL THE FUCK DOWN before his flusteredness became obvious. "Apologies, I seem to have gotten distracted. You were saying, my sweet?"

Vox chuckled, watching his rival's squirming form, bound to the chair with the purest grade of angelic steel money could buy.

Only the best for this occasion.

"Well, well! Look what the cat dragged in!" Vox laughed, walking in circles around Alastor, taking in every detail of the scene before him. He was going to relish thing; savor it. He had waited so long to have the other at his mercy, and now he was going to take his sweet time and ENJOY the fruits of his labor. "You've lost your touch, old timer! It was far too easy to catch you in my little trap."

Alastor's eyes narrowed, grin tightening in a clear show of displeasure. "You would do well to remember who you are speaking to." He retorted, chin raising defiantly as Vox finally stopped in front of him.

"Oho, I remember good and well. I'm talking to the prick who has done nothing but make my life harder ever since he arrived here, and I'm going to see to it you feel every second of what's coming next." He leaned forward, locking eyes with the other overlord as he gave a grin of his own, his far more devious. "Little buck."

Vox's hand's shot out, latching onto Alastor's ribcage and beginning to claw at the boney torso. Alastor's breath hitched, his eyes widening with alarm. His grin became more strained as he jerked forward, trying to curl inwards on himself. His breathing became sporadic, lips sealed shot as a wobbly, genuine smile began to curl at the corners of his mouth. "F-Fuhuhuck!"

The TV demon laughed lowly. "Trying to hold out, are we? We'll see how long that lasts..."

Vox awoke with a start, his screen turning on as he bolted up in bed. His eyes were wide, immediately flicking over to Valentino, who lay beside him. Thankfully, the moth was still sound asleep, snoring loudly without a care in the world. Vox sighed, running a hand across his face and feeling the heat of a blush under his palm.

Damn it, this was starting to get out of control!

Vox was going mad! No matter how hard he tried to clear his thoughts, they always returned back to those deep, hidden desires playing out over and over in his processor. He found himself constantly thinking about Alastor's smile, his laugh, the prospect of taking him down with a few well placed squeezes or prods. To make matters worse, Vox was having a hard time FUNCTIONING at work because of this, and he could tell the other Vees were starting to catch on that something was up.

The TV demon rung his hands together, pacing back and forth in his private office. He had to find a solution FAST or he was royally screwed!

'Damn you, Alastor!’ Vox thought, a small growl slipping out as he rubbed his forehead, flopping into his chair and turning to face one of the many spying monitors plastered to the wall. "Pull up what we have on the Hazbin Hotel." He grumbled, giving in to his urge to spy on his rival once more. Inside, he secretly hoped to catch another fleeting moment of mirth from Alastor, even if it was just a chuckle.

Three monitors came to life, showing the hotel from various angles, with one focused directly on the front entrance. Aside from his...ongoing interest in the Radio Demon, Vox liked to keep tabs on who was going in and out of the hotel, just to make sure the princess wasn't gaining any more powerful allies he needed to know about. The scene was serene, or at least as serene as a live feed of Hell COULD be, nothing out of place. It seemed luck wasn't on Vox's side, as Alastor was nowhere to be seen. The TV host felt his eye twitch in irritation, disappointment stirring within him.

"You motherfucker! This is a brand new suit!" Vox yelled angrily as Alastor dodged another of his attempts to strike him.

The Radio Demon let out an amused chuckle (though unfortunately not the kind of laugh Vox had been secretly craving), one flick of his microphone sending three tentacles darting at Vox from different directions, which the other barely managed to avoid. "Really? Could have fooled me with how tacky and outdated it looks." The redhead retorted smugly.

"Oh, fuck you! I'll wipe that shit-eating grin off your face!" Vox retorted, giving up on using his powers in favor of lunging for the deer demon himself.

Alastor took a step back, Vox's claws just barely grazing the sides of his neck. The radio host opened his mouth, as if to make another snide remark, but whatever he said died in his throat and was replaced by a startled crack of microphone feedback. The two demons froze, eyes widened as they stared at each other wordless for a moment.

"What the fuck was-" Vox started, but in the blink of an eye, Alastor was gone and their fight was seemingly over.

"I mean, seriously?! What the fuck WAS that?!" Vox asked himself, finding himself pacing around his private surveillance room once more. "He never runs from a fight with me! Shit, he only ran from Adam because he was about to fucking die! He was nowhere near that point today!"

Did Vox somehow managed to hurt him? No, he had thrown far worse at the Radio Demon before without leaving so much as a scratch. He had BARELY touched him, and even with his claws, it couldn't have possibly hurt. So what...

The TV demon stopped, eyes shooting wide open as his breath quickened. No...no fucking way...

Alastor was ticklish. Not just in Vox's mind's eye, not just in his secret fantasies. He was actually, tangibly ticklish, and going from the reaction one brief touch had garnered, horrifically so.

Vox's processor raced at the prospect. He had been daydreaming about turning the other overlord into a cackling puddle, wheezing for mercy through a cracked voice, but he had never actually imagined it was possible! Vox got the feeling this discover was only going to make his daydreaming problem worse, but at the moment, he couldn't bring himself to care.

Alastor was TICKLISH...

'There has to be some way I can...some trick I can pull to...' Vox's mind raced, barely able to finish a sentence. He HAD to have the other now, even if just for a brief instance. Vox NEEDED to feel that high of reducing his mortal enemy to giggling shambles; to know what it felt like to be the one to finally BREAK the feared Radio Demon. But how?

Obviously the heat of battle wasn't the best place, though it would ensure a public audience to witness his victory. He doubted Alastor would agree to a private meeting, especially after their most recent fight. And there was CERTAINLY no way Vox was going to lower himself enough to go crawling to Princess Morningstar's little hotel. No, Vox was going to have to come up with another solution.

"Something on your mind?" A voice purred from behind him, low and dangerous. Vox yelped, whipping around with widened eyes. From one of the darkened corners of the room, Alastor seeped out of the shadows, grin ever present but appearing more strained than usual. Vox felt a nervous lump form in his throat.

"What the fuck?! How did you even get in here?!" He yelled, immediately moving to hit the alarm button on his control console, only to find his wrist being suddenly restrained by a shadowy tentacle sprouting from the floor.

"Ah, ah!" Alastor tutted, taking a few steps forward. "None of that. I just want to talk." He cocked his head to the side. "And as for how I got in, let's just say your security is shockingly terrible for a demon of your status."

Vox's eyes narrowed. "If you're going to kill me, at least make it quick." He growled, attempting to put on a brave face and save a bit of his pride.

"Kill you? Why, I'm planning to do no such thing, at least not today! After all, to defeat one's rival in such a disgraceful, sneaky manner would not be becoming of either of us, would it?" Alastor chuckled, moving closer to Vox as another tentacle grabbed ahold of his other wrist, keeping the TV demon rooted firmly in place. A flash of green magic briefly passed over Alastor's eyes as he chuckled. "Though it would be quite easy for me to do so with you sooo defenseless."

Vox's brows furrowed in confusion. "Then why the hell are you here?"

"Like I said, I just want to talk." Alastor leaned forward, maintain eye contact with the shorter demon. "To ensure that you keep your trap shut about matters which do not concern you."

"What are you going on about?" Vox sighed, clearly irritated by the other's continued vagueness. He continued to stare at the other demon, who merely continued to watch him wordlessly, before it dawned on him. "You're worried I'm gonna tell somebody you're fucking ticklish?"

Alastor's eye gave the slightest twitch. "Sensitive." He corrected.

"I'm pretty sure you're ticklish." Vox retorted, taking some delight in his rival's clear displeasure. "And what makes you think holding me hostage in my own office would stop me from mentioning it during my next broadcast? You can't keep me like this forever."

The sound of microphone feedback briefly overtook the air around him, making Vox wince at the volume and pitch. "No, I can't keep you here indefinitely, but I can provide you with a little incentive to keep your trap shut." One of the tentacles coiled further down Vox's arm, the end gently brushing over the trapped overlord's armpit. Vox tensed, breath hitching as his eyes grew wide as saucers. "You see, don't think I haven't noticed your own sensitivity, Vox. In fact, I've known about it for some time."

Shit.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about! Get the fuck away from me!" Vox stammered, eyes locked onto the other's devious smirk.

"Oh, come now, don't be shy! It's not as if it was especially hard to find out about! We have fought so often, categorizing your little weak points was easy enough to accomplish!" Alastor took a step closer as the shadowy tentacle began to stroke Vox's armpit more firmly, slowly moving up and down in an agonizingly teasy motion. "I will admit, it took me some time to figure out why you often flinched at the slightest of touches during battle. However, all it took was witnessing one little tickle fight at the hotel to make everything fall into place."

Another of Alastor's tentacle slipped up, beginning to tweak at Vox's side, causing him to bite down on his lip in a desperate attempt to hold back snickers. "Those weren't the reactions of a man barely avoiding a fatal blow, those were the reactions of a man trying oh so hard to keep from giggling."

Vox felt his screen heating more and more by the second, both from embarrassment and the effort to keep his laughter bottled up. What the fuck was happening?! How was this real life?! The TV demon lurched forward, straining against the restrains as a particularly well-placed prod to his hipbone pulled a soft snort out of him. "Shuhuhut the fuck up!"

"Being stubborn, are we? I expected nothing less." Alastor chuckled, clearly amused. "Perhaps I should take a page from Angel Dust's playbook then, hm?" The other overlord suddenly materialized behind Vox, melting from the shadows and resting a clawed hand on the back of Vox's head. His grip tightened, pulling Vox's head backwards as he crooned into his ear. "Coochie coochie coo..."

Vox just about short circuited at that, the sound of loud television static filling the air. As Alastor's free hand suddenly dug into his stomach, he couldn't hold back any longer, bursting into a wave of panicked giggles. "Ohohohoho shihihihihihit!" The flood gates had opened, and Vox had no hope of closing them again, no matter how hard he tried.

"Lovely." Alastor seemed quite pleased with himself, clawed fingers scribbling across his rival's exposed midriff as the tentacles (thankfully) stopped their own attacks, now focusing on holding the TV demon nice and still.

"Fuhuhuhuhuck you! Lehehehehet mehehehe go!" Vox tried to sound threatening, he really did, but that was impossible when every word was laced with titters. He squirmed desperately, attempting to curl inwards and protect his sensitive torso, but the restraints held firm. His voice raised in pitch as Alastor zeroed in on his upper stomach, just below the ribs, refusing to acknowledge the borderline squeal he made.

"And why would I do that? I have you right where I want you; nice and helpless..." There was a low growl to Alastor's words, both threatening and teasing in the most awful of ways, sending Vox further spiraling into flusteredness. His claws began to slowly inch upwards, like a spider slowly climbing towards prey trapped in its web. "From what I have gathered, your ribs seem to be an area you're quite desperate to defend during our little fights. I wonder why that could be, hm?"

The TV host began shaking his head furiously. "Dooohohon't yohohohou fucking dahahahahare! I'll kihihihihihihill you!" He snorted, the sound of television static increasing ever so slightly.

"Oops, too late!" Alastor's claws dug in, beginning to rake across Vox's rib cage slowly, moving up to just below the armpits before cascading back down to just above the stomach.

Vox screeched, thrashing becoming downright desperate as he threw his head back with laughter. "NOHOHOHOHOHOOO! OHOHOHOHOHO MY GAHAHAHAHAHAD, STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!" His cooling systems had kicked in, the fans whirling loudly as they attempted to cool down his quickly heating form. "NAHAHAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHEHERE!"

Alastor chuckled devilishly. "Why Vox, you should know better! Everyone knows that saying "not there" only makes the attack want to exploit that spot even more." He hummed, mockingly pretending to think. "Perhaps you DID know, and you're just enjoying this so much you want me to keep going? Is that it?"

The other overlord let out a startled squeal at the feeling of something fiddling with his antenna; when had ANOTHER tentacle popped up?!

Vox face felt like it was on fire from the teasing, his laughter pitching up with flustered desperation. "SHUHUHUHUT THE FUHUHUHUHUHUHUCK UP! THAHAHAHAT'S NOHOHOHOHOT TRUE!" He denied vehemently, knees starting to go weak. After a moment, his legs gave out, but instead of slumping to the floor, Vox found himself being held up by Alastor's sentient shadow. The creature's grin widened, becoming downright feral as it let out an amused cackle at his plight.

"Whatever you say, old pal! Now, if you REALLY want this to stop, you will agree to keep what you discovered today between us alone." Alastor rested his chin on Vox's shoulder, the touch shooting a bigger shock through his nervous system than any tickling ever could. "Do we have a deal?"

Vox's processor was racing a thousand miles a minute. Fuck, why was this actually fucking fun?! What was wrong with him?! He knew he should have hated it; the powerlessness, the teasing, the terror of being so utterly defenseless in front of his greatest rival. Yet...he didn't hate it, a fact he found more flustering than any tease Alastor could have pulled out of his ass.

No, Vox did NOT want it to stop.

Still, if Vox DIDN'T give in, it would only confirm the assumption deer demon had so accurately deduced, and he wasn't sure his heart would be able to take the cruel, crooning teases Alastor would no doubt come up with upon such a revelation. When weighing the humiliation of yielding to Alastor to the humiliation of admitting that he was ENJOYING getting tickled to the brink of his sanity, Vox would take the former any day.

"FIHIHIHIHINE, HOHOHOHOHOLY SHIHIHIHIHIT! DEAL, DEHEHEHEHEEEEAL!" He screeched, a little wheeze slipping out as one of the tentacles tugged on his sensitive antenna. "JUHUHUST STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP, YOU BAHAHAHAHASTARD!"

As soon as those words were uttered, all touch disappeared, and Alastor reappeared a few feet in front of Vox. The overlord collapsed against his surveillance console, panting as his fans worked overtime to cool his body down. He shook with residual titters, his sharp-toothed grin nearly slipping his screen in two.

"There, was that so hard?" Alastor purred, sharing a smug grin with his shadow. "Now, I expect you to hold to our deal, otherwise I will have to take this little audio recording and make it the center of my next broadcast!" The deer demon twirled his cane, gazing at it and humming as Vox's eyes shot open.

"What now?"

Alastor scoffed. "Oh, please! Did you really think I would take you on your word alone that you would stay silent? I knew you would not make a soul deal with me over it, so I took matters into my own hands." The other sinner explained. "See, my microphone was recording our little interaction the whole time, minus the parts about my own...shortcomings. Think of it as insurance; it will not be released to the public as long as you behave yourself!"

Vox's face exploded into a bright blush blush. "Wait, that wasn't part of the fucking-"

"Oops, I'm afraid I have another engagement to attend to! Until we meet again!" Alastor cut him off, melting back into the shadows and disappearing from sight before Vox could finish his sentence. The TV host growled, flopping into his chair. His claws dug into the armrests, slicing into the slight padding. That prick! He couldn't just-

The overlord sighed in defeat after a moment, eyes closing as his breathing slowly returned to normal and his fans kicked off. He could still feel those claws scratching at his ribs, setting his nervous system alight with ticklish fire. He could still hear that voice, singing those awful, teasing words into his ear. He could still feel his limbs strain against the tentacle's hold, preventing him from squirming away no matter how hard he tried. Vox swallowed, feeling his blush returning full force.

He might have a different daydream to worry about now...

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Partners in Crime

Pairing: Mob!Nick Fowler x Female Reader Summary: A night out with one of your father's most trusted associates puts you on a new and dangerous path. Word Count: Over 1.9k Warnings: Implied e/xplicit s/exual content, d/runk s/ex (con-sensual), d/rinking, talk of v/iolence, p/ossessive behavior, possible soft!dark vibes if you squint, engagement, not-so-great dad, Nick Fowler (he's a warning, okay?). Graphic talent and thanks: Banner - @sgt-seabass, Divider - @firefly-graphics , Nick edit - Nix, Moodboard - yours truly A/N: Welcome to my Wicked Arrangements AU! For @the-slumberparty 's April Writing Challenge (prompt in bold italics) and we'll see a few other characters down the road. ❤️ Beta read by the wonderful @whisperlullaby and pre-read by @slyyywriting , but any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

The first thought that entered your mind when you woke up was that you were never drinking whiskey again. You couldn't even remember how much you had, but you weren’t going to bounce back immediately from this hangover. You tried to avoid getting drunk whenever you could. At least it wasn't at your dad's party.

Not that you stuck around for most of it anyway.

Nick Fowler, one of the most powerful men in the city and your dad's most trusted associate, was waiting by your car when you left.

"Why don't we have a real party?

A man as ruthless and dangerous as he is beautiful, there was a reason why so many wanted him on their side. He wasn't afraid to get his hands dirty or the kind of man to cross. Though he didn't say much to you with your dad around, it didn't stop him from eye fucking you every chance he had.

It was only natural that you wanted him.

"Sure. I could use a distraction."

"Oh, sweetheart, I'll give you much more than that."

With a groan, you cracked one eye open and then the other. The pounding headache made it difficult to see as you tried to blink away the spots in your vision. If you had to choose an equivalent to what your throat felt like, sandpaper would be the closest. At least you didn't get sick. The bed you laid in was also comfortable and the sheets kept your naked body warm enough.

You forgot about the pain in your head as the ache between your legs grabbed your attention.

Oh, yeah. That happened.

Closing your eyes, a blurred vision of tangled limbs surfaced, the blue eyes of Nick piercing through the fog.

“Knew you’d take my cock like a good girl.”

And you did over and over.

Doing your best not to move too fast, you carefully turned your head and opened your eyes again. You expected to see him sleeping beside you, but he wasn’t there. Gently touching the spot, you noticed it still had a bit of warmth. Maybe he went to the bathroom or decided to get breakfast.

It took a moment to register that something sparkled on your left hand as sunlight peeked in through the curtain. “What the hell?” you mumbled as you stared at the diamond ring on the fourth digit.

A ring that looked suspiciously like an engagement ring.

No, no, no, we did not.

“Morning, sweetheart,” a familiar voice gently pierced the air as you kept staring at your finger. "Surprised to see you awake. How are you feeling?"

You tore your gaze away to look at Nick, who had an all too smug look on his eyes.

"I don't know yet," you said honestly, clearing the scratch from your throat.

Nick hummed as he walked across the room in just his underwear. A hint of a smirk formed on his handsome face as you admired him. The black suits he normally wore hid how broad his shoulders and chest were. They also hid most of his tattoos, which you vaguely recall tracing a few with your fingers and tongue. Your gaze trailed down his chiseled abs to the front of his boxers, the throbbing ache between your thighs intensifying.

No. Focus.

"You did say too much whiskey would give you a headache," he said, handing you some aspirin and water.

You quickly took the pills with a generous gulp, the cold liquid soothing the slight burn in your throat. "Did we…?" you trailed off.

"Did we what?" he asked, running a hand through his short hair. You were pretty sure you tried to pull it while you rode him. "We did a lot of things last night, so you'll need to be more specific."

Your cheeks flamed as you held up your hand, proud when it didn't shake. "This."

He slowly ducked down and you couldn't stop the hitch in your breath as his lips touched your forehead. "Get married? No," he said, pressing a soft kiss against your skin.

You could breathe a bit easier. While your dad wouldn't lay a hand on you if you married without his permission, he could and would wreck the life you tried to have beyond the bubble he put you in. Piece by piece.

"But you also said I couldn't have you unless I put a ring on your finger, so I did."

"I was kidding!" you said. No way he actually believed that.

"I took it seriously," he murmured, moving his mouth to your ear. "And it's a perfect fit. Just like my cock inside you."

"Oh, my god," you whispered.

"You said that, too," he whispered, dragging his lips down the column of your neck. The scruff on his chin left a delicious burn in its path. "I reminded you to say my name instead."

The gravel of his voice sent a shiver down your spine before you moved to the other side of the bed and out of his reach. "I need a minute," you said, feeling his eyes on you as you stood up.

"I'll be waiting."

You didn't bother to cover yourself up as you went to the bathroom, your head not spinning as much as you expected it to. Nick saw everything last night and into the early morning, so you had no shame if you watched your hips sway. Splashing some water on your face, you had no idea where to go from here. While Nick was fun and a wonderful distraction, you couldn't help but wonder if last night was a calculated move.

It wasn't a secret that your dad wanted a son to take over his empire one day. He got you instead. He should have been a good father who loved and cared for you, but he treated you as an investment. You had a good education after you chose a college from the options he provided you. The same with your job as he limited the places you could apply to.

While he didn't keep you in a cage, he certainly kept you on a leash.

Maybe if mom was still around, things would be different.

You would only take over his businesses with a man of his choice by your side. He usually only had you around his inner circle of men long enough for them to flirt and leer at you. You were certain he was prepping you for the highest bidder.

Are you that bidder, Nick?

"Why were you waiting for me last night?" you asked once you went back into the bedroom where Nick was now on the bed. "Did my dad ask you to?"

"I was waiting for you because I wanted you. I thought that was obvious," he answered, unashamedly looking you over as you joined him. He reached for you, his fingers surprisingly gentle as he touched your cheek. "And I got tired of waiting."

Nick Fowler got whatever he wanted.

"But did he ask you to?" you repeated, showing him your hand again. "And how the hell did you just happen to have a ring on you my size?"

"Your dad had nothing to do with it. I've had that ring on me and my eye on you for some time," he said, kissing your hand and drawing a gasp from you as he put you on your back. "In case you forgot, I slipped it on after you drank the rest of my Jack Daniels and gave me a lap dance in my private booth. You didn't complain."

You recalled grinding to the beat as Nick sat back and watched. He looked like a modern king on a throne as the lights pulsed around him. No one would have bat an eye if he fucked you in his VIP section.

Which he did.

"We're not actually engaged, Nick. I said I was kidding about putting a ring on my finger."

His eyes darkened as he stretched over you, his muscles rippling before his weight settled. "You said you'd be mine."

Your heart raced, but it wasn't out of fear. "You don't even know me. Not really," you said, thankful that tears didn't fill your eyes.

How could he when no one was able to get close to you?

His knuckles caressed your cheek and you tried not to lean into his touch. "Told you I've had my eye on you for some time, dulceata. I know you better than you think."

You wanted to believe he did, but could you trust a man who worked with your dad? Did he want you simply to gain access to more resources? Gain more power?

"You're manipulative."

"I prefer calculating and there isn't anything wrong with that," he said before his lips touched yours.

His kiss brought back a reminder of the pleasure he gave you, your body humming with the promise of more. The man had layers to him, but something inside you said he wouldn't hurt you. He may be more inclined to hurt anyone who hurt you.

Maybe.

"I guess you have to be in your line of work," you said, a bitter laugh escaping. It was better than crying. "But if you're serious about whatever this is, do you really think my dad will let us be together? Well, he might if he thinks he can get something from you. He does value you. Pretty sure he even likes you more than he likes me."

It didn't hurt to say that as much as you thought it would.

"I don't give a fuck what your dad thinks," he said, his handsome face gazing down at yours. "I know he thinks he can control your life, but he's in for a rude awakening. And I can promise you I would never be that kind of father to our daughter."

"Please, don't talk about us having kids," you begged. You still had too much of a headache for that, but your womb clenched of its own accord.

"Why not?" he smirked. "You're going to be my wife."

I'm not even going to argue for the time being.

"Well, I need to rest, future husband," you said before he suddenly slid down your body and parted your legs. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Just looking at the pretty pussy I ruined," he said, tracing a finger along your slit. Your body quickly responded to his touch and you weren't ashamed of the small moan you let out. "Which belongs to me now. If it wasn’t meant to be, you wouldn’t fit me so perfectly.”

"Is that right?" you asked, clenching around nothing.

Should I beg him to fuck me or play a little hard to get?

"You know it does. And if you want to go back to sleep, go right ahead. I'll fuck you until you're stuffed with me and wake you with my tongue," he said, making your back bow as his warm breath skimmed your folds. "You'll be begging me to fuck you all over again."

Your body went pliant against the sheets. "Nick?" you breathed out. "How do I know I can trust you?" You questioned before you would allow him to distract you.

"I guess I'll have to prove my loyalty to you," he replied, his eyes dark and calculating as he looked up at you. "I'll start by killing your father".

Surely Nick doesn't mean that. Right? Hehe. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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your little things- tom!peter parker x reader

a/n: I have a lot of old stuff that was posted on my old Tumblr, and this was one of them :)

warnings: brief mentions of anxiety, not proofread a lot so I apologize for grammar or spelling mistakes! italics indicate a flashback.

w/c: 1,847

-Peter Parker-

Peter was aware that you didn't think he noticed or paid attention to the little things that you do but he does, he always pays attention to you.

He notices the way that you love to sit by the window reading a book when it rains because the sound of the rain hitting the window makes you feel calm. He admires how you can get so caught up in your books and how your face lights up with different emotions depending on what was happening in the books you always got lost in.

Your little things that make you so wonderful, he notices them all and he loves them all because they're what makes you so beautiful and he loves everything about you.

Peter loves to look at you and he adores all of your little things, especially the ones that you're insecure about but he doesn't know why because everything you do is beautiful to him.

He picks up on things that you didn't even know he knew about or took note of. He knows when you're anxious because of the way you always bounce your legs repeatedly and how you nervously play with the rings on your fingers. He notices it all. Peter notices that when you're incredibly anxious, you draw patterns on yourself to attempt to calm yourself down, but it doesn't always work, which makes you more anxious.

When he senses that you're having one of your really rougher days, he is there to help you because Peter loves and supports you... Always.

Today you were having a hard day, nothing seemed to be making you feel better. Peter knew instantly because when he took peaks at you every so often, he saw the way that you couldn't stop bouncing your legs and the fact that your hair had been messed up from the number of times that you pulled at it in frustration. He takes note of a simple fact: you cannot sit still. Peter worries for your poor lips that you've bitten down on many times throughout the night.

Peter wasn't even doing anything productive if he's being honest, he was just writing out a study guide for a test that wasn't for another 3 weeks. He put his pencil down and walked over to you and sat down on his bed next to you, you were so caught up in your own thoughts that you didn't even know he left his desk. He softly touched your thigh to remind you of his presence because he knew that you were a million miles away.

"Oh! I'm sorry Peter, did I interrupt your work?" Peter's heart stung with pain as he heard the hurt in your voice because you were genuinely worried that you distracted Peter from his work. You turned your head slowly to look at him and his heart swelled because every time that you look at him, it's as if he's looking at you for the first time. Peter took your shaky hands in his and intertwined your fingers with his and placed a soft kiss on your knuckles.

"I don't care about my work; I care about you. What's got you so anxious today, sweetie?" Peter asked while he rubbed comforting circles on the back of your hand, your hands had stopped shaking. He watched as you sighed deeply and laid your head down in his lap.

"There's just so much happening and it's happening so fast, it's nothing particular, it's just well...everything. I don't know but it's breaking me down, Pete." He visibly frowns when he could hear the genuine suffering in your voice, and he knows how much it sucks to be anxious. He took the hair-tie that was practically falling out anyways and let your hair fall down onto his lap.

"Baby, I'm so sorry that you're dealing with this, but you don't have to deal with this alone." Peter played with your hair, and he could physically feel that your rapid heartbeat was returning back to its normal pace, he knows how the simplest gestures can ease your anxiety. Peter used his free hand to draw patterns on your arms because he knows how you try to do that when you want to relax.

Peter easily sensed that you are starting to finally relax, and he can feel the way your entire body is visibly softening just by the touches from your favorite person, Peter Parker.

Peter always knows how to make you feel safe, he's made mental notes of things he does that makes you feel safe, loved and at peace.

You love random displays of affection, which is completely fine with Peter because he loves to be affectionate with you. You love when he is affectionate with you because it reminds you of how lucky you are to have such a lovely person in your life.

You'd never admit it to him but he knows how much you love the pet names and compliments he gives you so he will compliment you any and every chance that he can.

Peter knows how you're not very open to talking about your feelings, but he always feels a sense of pride and love when he realizes that despite you not being open to share your feelings, he's made you feel safe and comfortable enough to share those parts of yourself with him.

Peter always loved to give you small kisses here and there just to let you know he appreciates you, but he had no idea how much those meant to you. He smiles to himself as he remembers the day that you told him how much you like his small kisses and ever since that day, he gives you random kisses throughout the day...every.single.day.

Peter was coming home from his nightly patrolling duties and he climbed through the window that led into your room, you always left the window open for him, he'd always have a place here. Peter watched in adoration as he caught the sight of you lying in your bed, with glasses perched on top of your head and a book lying face down on your stomach as you slept peacefully. He quietly removed your glasses from the top of your head and marked your place in your book (he knew how mad you'd be if he didn't) and placed them both carefully on the bedside table. He removed his suit, took a shower and changed into the spare clothes he left at your place and calmly climbed into the bed next to you.

You were a very light sleeper so no matter how hard he tried to be quiet, you were very aware of his presence. "Peter? Is that you?" He almost laughed at the sound of your sleepy voice. He moved a piece of hair away from your face and smiled to himself at the sight of your half-closed eyes and eyebrows scrunched in confusion.

God, you are absolutely gorgeous.

"Shh, love, it's okay. Go back to sleep." Peter whispered as he watched you drift back to sleep and he pulled you closer to him as you wrapped your arms around his body and he held you close. Peter kissed your forehead and whispered goodnight into your ear and you're a light sleeper so you stirred in your sleep.

"Mmm. I like when you do that, Pete". You mumbled in your sleep-like haze.

If it was anybody else, they would not even knew that you said anything but Peter being who he was and hanging onto every word you said, he heard you. Peter knew you were very sleepy and had very little energy to fight him back which was the perfect chance for Peter to use this to his advantage.

"Do what, pretty girl?" Peter watched as you hid your face in his chest and he laughed, he knew what he was doing, it was funny though because you are just too cute to not mess with. "Don't hide from me!" You begrudgingly lifted your face from his chest and snuggled closer to him.

"I like when you give me random kisses like that, it makes me feel loved and really happy." You sighed happily and began drifting off into the world of dreams.

"Oh how I love you, Y/n." Peter confessed for the first time. The corners of your lips twitched upwards as you started to feel sleep overtake you for the millionth time that night.

"I love you too, Peter." Peter placed a gentle kiss to your hairline, and he fell asleep.

You love kissing Peter; you really do but Peter discovered that you also love other kinds of things that he does to show you how much he adores you. To other people, it may seem small but to you, it was everything which meant that Peter continued to do them. You love when Peter locks his pinky finger with yours and places a soft kiss to your pinky, it's such a mundane gesture but it reminds you of how safe you feel with Peter, and he does it with so much love and devotion that you can't help but fall even harder for the brown eyed boy.

Peter can go on and on about all the things he loves about you. Whenever someone asks him if he has a favorite little thing that you do, his answer is always the same.

His favorite little thing that you do is loving him.

Peter never really had a way with words, when he really cared for someone, he would get starstruck and the words would escape him. He always felt bad about it because he has so much love to give and he wants to share it, but the words never left his lips, he would stutter because his emotions clouded his senses, and the words would dissolve into thin air. You changed that for him. When people would ask him what being loved by you is like, the words poured out of him easily as if it was as easy as breathing, he didn't have to think too hard.

Your love is so warm and comforting and being loved by you is like falling asleep next to a fireplace, on a freezing winter day while drinking a cup of hot chocolate. The feeling of your love is so special, he could talk forever about it but he knows that there aren't enough words in the entire universe to fully express how much you mean to him.

You would so call him super cheesy and a romantic, but he means it. He only became all mushy and lovey dovey because of you.

It's the feeling of his knees going weak as he locks eyes with you from across the room. It's the feeling of safety when he holds you close to him in bed at night.

That is what it's like to be loved by you.

The little things you do remind him of what being loved feels like and maybe one day, there will be a ring on your finger, a forever one.

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lady-of-endless · 2 months

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Amor Fati (Sir Crocodile x Reader)

(lovely gif is not mine, please show appreciation to the OP)

Author's Notes: Italics=Flashback!!! Surprisingly, this has to be one of my favorite fics I ever written.

If you want to go for the full experience, you can listen to this song I used to write it on repeat: https://youtu.be/4cfeGqMGIa0?si=ABbfS4SqOqYj7qgb

Warnings: descriptions of physical injuries and pain (Croco is suffering a bit).

Tags/tropes: old flame, new old flame, reunion, distressed Croco - as I mentioned in the warnings.

It is believed that across an infinite span of time, everything repeats endlessly in your life. Some events are like relentless echoes, whispers that can accompany the present.

Sir Crocodile did not believe in such philosophy, not when for him the past stayed dead.

His inner brows were raised in boredom as he watched some thief being brought into his office by two of his men. This thief stole supplies from his syndicate's stock and it seemed just a minor headache he needed to get rid of. He puffed on his cigar, blowing out a dense cloud of smoke as he looked at the person in silence. The one that was interfering with his work was unfortunately tied up, sitting on a chair in front of Crocodile's desk, with a hood on their head. He made a sign to his men to leave him alone with the culprit.

Crocodile sighed and walked to the person, his words coming out naturally because of how many times he used them.

"You should have known better." He started in a low tone, grabbing the dark cloth and getting rid of the hood to see the face of the victim.

There weren't many times a man like him got speechless in front of someone. His eyes widened and his pulse quickened as he recognized your face.

"Oh dear..." The man heard you say in a shocked voice from a triggered flashback.

Crocodile was too vulnerable to dismiss you, too exhausted and broken from his battle with Whitebeard. He was stumbling through narrow streets at night when you found him like that. There was blood in one of his eyes making it hard to see clearly and some on his face and he couldn't understand why. The pain in his arm was dominating any other pain from other wounds he had. He didn't even want to look down at his body, not wanting to realize the damage.

A stranger rushed to help him. You offered him help, stitches, a bath, a place to stay for a while and sort his thoughts.

Days went by and you stayed by his side until he was healed enough and until you finally knew his name and he knew yours. Possibilities of silent bonding moments were always neglected by him as he faked sleeping whenever you would check his bandages and temperature. It seemed like healing took such a long time for him but he was not alone. You were the one he was shouting at when the pain from his phantom limb was unbearable, shouting and clinging to you tightly. You were the one to patch the scar from his face over and over again when he took off his bandages too early in an ardent wish to get rid of them. Every day, you were trying to come up with ideas for a prosthetic for his left arm and every day you tried to be there for him.

So many times, you witnessed his wrath, not because of his scars but because of his failure.

There was denial, then anger - lots of it, understanding of his situation followed by despair. You never got to see him go through acceptance, he passed that as he started planning his next steps with a furious determination. He was blessed with ambition but poisoned with rage. You listened to his grand plans until it was late at night because he wasn't the one to open up so when it happened, you always listened closely. He denied it but he wanted to change for you, he wanted to show you and everyone that he can get powerful and wealthy.

All until one morning, when he was gone.

Not a goodbye note, not a thank you, not a clue of where he might go. Only his used bandages were left behind like damaged skin that had been shed by a reptile. And old skin of the man he was before those scars.

His eyes were now analyzing your face, trying to assess what changed about you and what stayed the same but you did the same. Crocodile scowled as your eyes woke up useless nostalgia and caution in him. He saw you looking at the scar from his face like you haven't seen it before so many times.

"Don't worry about it." You said once as you fixed the last strap of bandage from his face. "It will look good on you." You added with a reassuring smile.

Now a ghost of that old smile he remembered played on your lips.

"It does look good on you." You finally talked, tilting your head and studying him more.

Immediately after that, your eyes followed his left arm, down to where his hand was destroyed in the past. Your breath hitched as you noticed a golden hook. The sharp replacement looked heavy, you wondered if it caused him pain.

"Do not look at me with the pitiness from years ago." He said in a voice that was intentionally cold, knowing how his eyes probably softened at the sight of you after so many years.

He was standing tall before you like he tried to prove himself and his growth to you, something out of his character, something he never did nowadays.

"I'm not." You tried to lie and change the expression on your face. "Just worried."

Crocodile sighed at your care. He wished that this trait would disappear from you in time, but it did not. He lit up another thick cigar and his eyes lowered on the bindings from around you.

"I cannot say that I am glad to see you again. Not like this." He started, regarding you messing up by stealing from his allies without even knowing. "But I am pleased to see that you are still alive so I can finally pay my debt. With this being said, I will let this minor incident pass without consequences." He explained in a monotone voice as he moved closer to untie you even if he knew he should keep his distance to maintain his composure.

You waited patiently, not being able to take your eyes off him. Crocodile was taller, broader, and sophisticated, with a deep voice and a few fine expression lines on his forehead that made you curious. His slicked-back hair made you want to run a hand through it only to remember how it looked messy. He tried not to look at you as he bent down slightly but his eyes met your lips and the curve of your neck, his favorite spots he used to look at in the past to calm himself down.

"You started smoking." You blurted out as he leaned closer to untie the knot from your back and smoke from his cigar invaded your nostrils. His moves stopped for a moment in which he looked at her eyes from up close.

"You started stealing." He muttered narrowing his eyes. "From whom you should not, even." He said with a calm intensity.

"I had to." You responded firmly. "You never know when you stumble across an injured man that you need to share your supplies with." You retorted with mirth, never breaking eye contact.

You could have sworn that you caught a glimpse of a smirk on his face at your ironic answer.

After he freed you, Crocodile walked straight to a cabinet where he kept his liquor and prepared two glasses for them. He felt like he needed it after the reunion with a face from his past, a face he could not get back to, and maybe try to thank for everything.

"So...Who did I steal from more precisely?" You finally asked calmly breaking the silence. You wondered what he had become in all this time he went missing.

The image of you standing in front of him now slowly made Crocodile allow himself to bring back old memories he tried so hard not to recall.

Little by little, Crocodile started to list every plan from those he told you in the past, the difference being that now those were already successful. For a few moments, it felt the same as it was years ago as you listened to him. As much as he changed, there still was a certain dangerous gleam in his eyes when he talked about his goals with you that remained the same. While he was narrating most of the horrible things he did to get where he was there, the sun was slowly setting in the desert, seen from the window behind him. Crocodile even went further and subtly conjured fine grains of sand around himself to show you the ability he has. You thought about how he truly looked like a Desert King.

The two of you, who seemed like you had never met before because of how much you have changed but yet somehow recognized each other at your very core, looked into each other's eyes and felt a sense of eternal recurrence.

You listened to everything he said, sipping his fancy alcohol and clinging to the nostalgia while he clung to the possibilities of this reunion.

Perhaps it was a chance to start over and do things right this time, but it also meant a chance to repeat his mistakes all over again.

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bigger than the whole sky | ms47

"i'm never gonna meet what could've been, would've been what should've been you"

summary: guilt consumed her alive when she lost the baby she initially didn't plan on having... maybe the outcome could've been better if she did something different, she thought

warning: very heavy and very sad story, angst, heartbreak, swearing, mentions of a panic attack, grief, death, mention of unplanned pregnancy, miscarriage, brief mention of blood, loss of a child, mention of the hypothetical future that the baby would have had, happy-ish ending

pairing: mick schumacher x reader

word count: 2.9k

note: everything in bold are song references and in italic are thoughts, which includes memories from the past. I would also like to point out that this one has to be the hardest story I have written so far as it is very personal to me. I've thought a lot about NOT posting it over the past few days, exactly because of these heavy topics. but I think this needs to be spoken about a lot more than it is, especially with how many women/people with reproductive systems suffer from miscarriages in silence. please read the warnings before reading!

german words used: liebling = darling; schatz = sweetheart; mama = mom

on a less sad note, I think everybody knows how much I love mick, I hope we still get to see him next year (please papa toto, rescue my man!!!)and that he gets another chance in the 2024 grid. with this being said, I hope you enjoy this one and have your tissues with you!

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No words appear before me in the aftermath

Salt streams out my eyes and into my ears

Every single thing I touch becomes sick with sadness

'Cause it's all over now, all out to sea

Many say that grief is the price of love.

That grief is just a form of love; a love that can't be given anymore to someone we could hug and kiss and see before they were gone.

That grief is the result of a space that is left empty in our lives after someone physically loses strength and lets their soul rest.

But as much as we are prepared from childhood to grieve for someone we had time to love, nothing prepares us for the heart-wrenching experience of losing someone we didn't even have a chance to know and cherish.

Such suffering, pain and anguish seemed impossible to fit in Y/N's small and fragile heart, as she tried to accept the aftermath of the loss of her baby.

She stood there, stuck in time, just thinking of everything she could have done differently. Searching for an explanation for why life had played such a cruel trick on her. Wondering why.

Why me? Why with us? Why them?

As the young woman lay on her back in the middle of her big white bed in search of answers, the only sound that echoed between those four walls was her painful sobs as salt streamed out of her eyes and into her ears.

That same sound was her only company, as her boyfriend was nowhere to be seen.

She couldn't blame him though. She knew that his absence in the room they shared was due to her own cold and distant attitude towards him over these last few days.

But she just couldn't face him.

Looking into his eyes would only make her realize that they mirrored the exact same pain in hers.

And as selfish as it sounded, she wasn't ready to face his loss when she could barely accept her own.

Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

You were bigger than the whole sky

You were more than just a short time

And I've got a lot to pine about

I've got a lot to live without

She didn't want to see him or talk to him. Even during the night, Y/N found herself escaping to the uncomfortable couch in the living room to avoid sleeping next to Mick, almost as if she was too afraid to touch him and thereby infect him with her sadness.

Everything for her suddenly changed, and she couldn't wrap her head around how a being so fragile and so precious that never even had a chance to live could be the only meaningful thing in her life at that moment.

'Pregnant 1-2'

Leaning against the cold tiles of her bathroom, sitting on the marble floor, the young woman tried to calm her uncontrolled and panting breathing.

It couldn't be. This couldn't be happening to her.

Her eyes read over and over again the small letters on the digital display of the pregnancy test in her hands. Almost as if she expected that at any moment they would change and that she would wake up from the nightmare she saw herself in.

Her head was all over the place. She couldn't have a child now. She was in her early 20s, she had only been with her boyfriend for a little over a year, and he was just starting his second year in Formula 1.

Not that she doubted her love for Mick or his for her. If there was one certainty she had in the world, it was that he was the love of her life, even if their relationship was fairly recent.

But they never even spoke about having children in the long run, let alone already. She hardly saw him herself most of the year. How would she be able to take care of a baby in those conditions?

The pressure was building in her lungs and her vision was beginning to blur as the girl panicked more and more, until she was awakened by the sound of someone knocking on the bathroom door.

"Schatz, are you okay? You've been there for over thirty minutes." She heard the driver's concerned voice on the other side of the door. "I'm getting worried, can I come in?"

From inside the bathroom, Mick got no response and only heard the cries of his partner who had finally given in. Without thinking twice, he opened the door and went down to her level, kneeling on the floor in front of the girl.

"Liebling, what's wrong? Talk to me." He brought both his hands up to the sides of her jaw, leaving soft caresses with his thumbs until her gaze met his.

"I'm sorry, Mick. I'm so fucking sorry." Y/N replied, shaking her head in denial while crying uncontrollably.

The boy was only more confused by his girlfriend's apologies, but when he looked down at her lap and saw the blue stick, he immediately realized what was happening and his arms dropped to his sides in shock.

"Fuck. Y- You- Are you pregnant?" He asked, shaking with nerves. He leaned against the wall on her side as well, letting his head relax against the tiles.

His hand went to Y/N's thigh in an attempt to comfort her and after a few minutes to assimilate everything that was happening, he spoke again. "Okay. Okay. We're going to be fine. Don't worry, we'll handle this together. I have more than enough money to support the three of us and-"

"Mick, stop." The young woman replied, with some aggression in her tone. "I can't have a baby right now. This is insane."

Remembering that day now brought only heartache and pain, because it was all over now, all out to sea.

I'm never gonna meet

What could've been, would've been

What should've been you

What could've been, would've been you

"Y/N, I know you're nervous. I am too, but I know that together we can do this." Mick confessed, grabbing both of the girl's hands and looking at her with the most loving gaze she had ever seen on anyone.

"I barely know your family, you don't even know my parents." She continued with her rambling. "I spend 99 per cent of the year alone in this house while you are God knows where around the world."

"I'll quit." Y/N's heart skipped a beat at the boy's suggestion. "You are worth more than any sport and any dream. You are my dream, both of you are. I want nothing more than to grow old with you and have a family together, so I'll quit in a heartbeat if I have to."

"I would never let you give up on your dreams, Schumacher, and you know it." Y/N felt her body relax for the first time in hours, letting her back lay against her boyfriend's chest, his hands resting on her stomach. "Are we completely crazy for even considering this?"

And for a short time, they were indeed crazy. Crazy for each other and for the future they envisioned for the three of them.

Even without seeing them or touching them, their baby filled their hearts so intensely, with a love they never knew before, that they grew in size with that insane amount of adoration.

Only to be broken into bigger pieces.

Did some bird flap its wings over in Asia?

Did some force take you bеcause I didn't pray?

Every single thing to come has turned into ashes

'Cause it's all over, it's not meant to be

So I'll say words I don't believe

For a few more weeks, the couple lived inside their dream bubble, filled with so much happiness and excitement for their future. Although no one else knew about Y/N's pregnancy yet, everyone noticed how much they glowed, more in love than ever.

Until Mick had to come back to the real world and had to travel to the United States for a race, leaving his girlfriend alone again in their home in Switzerland.

The young woman couldn't explain why she felt so apprehensive and so scared at the idea of being alone. It was not the first time this happened, but inexplicably her sixth sense was already on high alert as she held the German much longer than usual at the airport, as if she was too afraid to let him go.

Two completely normal days passed after the driver left: he called her every day when he woke up, at lunchtime, and when he went to sleep, in an attempt to make her feel less lonely.

But on the third day, she didn't answer him.

He didn't think anything special of it, thinking she was probably busy with something at work, so he went about his morning as if nothing had happened. Hours went by as he was dealing with his media duties, until, on his lunch break, he picked up his phone again and his world seemed to come crashing down in a single instant.

'15 missed calls from Schatz'

'9 missed calls from Gina'

'7 missed calls from Mama'

Alone at home and with no family living in Switzerland, Y/N found herself in complete despair when she saw blood running down her legs. She knew right away what it was, even though her brain begged for another possible reason.

The girl silently prayed for the better as she searched through the kitchen drawers for the paper where she knew her boyfriend's mother, Corinna's number was written.

Y/N simply couldn't face this all by herself.

Although they only met a couple of times before that day, the young woman couldn't be more grateful to have had the Schumacher family's matriarch by her side, to hold her hand and to wipe her tears away as the doctors told her the worst news she would ever hear in her entire life.

"I'm sorry miss, but I'm afraid your baby no longer has a heartbeat."

Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

You were bigger than the whole sky

You were more than just a short time

And I've got a lot to pine about

I've got a lot to live without

Those words just turned every single thing to come into ashes.

And she couldn't help but feel guilty.

Maybe she had done something she shouldn't have done. Eaten something she couldn't. Made physical efforts that she could not.

Maybe she should have prayed for the baby. She should have accepted the pregnancy sooner. She shouldn't have doubted their ability to have that child.

She was looking for something: an answer, an explanation, a reason.

And although her head knew it wasn't logical, she blamed him too.

Maybe if Mick were here. If he hadn't travelled to the other end of the world. If only he hadn't left her in that house without help and company.

She needed him more than ever, but at the same time, all the distance between them didn't seem enough for Y/N.

The wooden door to their room opened unexpectedly, making the girl turn her back to Mick to prevent him from seeing her tears.

He slowly approached her figure and she felt the mattress lower next to her as he sat up and placed his hand on her bare shoulder.

"Please, I beg you. Talk to me." Y/N heard his voice shake, and it became clear that he was crying too. "I can't take this silence anymore. I'm suffering too, you know?"

She knew she was being unfair to him. After all, he too had lost his child, his future, a part of him, even if he wasn't the one to physically carry it.

She was a childless mother, but he too was a childless father.

I'm never gonna meet

What could've been, would've been

What should've been you

The truth is, she didn't believe the words she was saying in her head.

Mick was the most supportive person she knew. He made a point of asking her over and over again if she was okay, if she needed anything, if she wanted to talk.

But it wasn't until she was forced to face her partner's sadness that she realized that blaming him wasn't going to mend the hole in her heart.

He was the only one who could ease her pain if she let him in.

The girl turned to the boy, finding his back trembling with the sobs he let out. She hugged him from behind, feeling his body relax against hers with the physical contact he desired so much.

Mick lay down next to her on the bed, pulling her as close to him as possible, and they stayed there for hours, in comfortable silence, while they both mourned their loss in each other's arms.

"I'm so sorry, baby." Y/N broke the silence. "I was trying so hard to find a reason for all of this that I ended up blaming myself, blaming you. It was unfair, and I'm so fucking sorry. I shouldn't have ever done that."

"It wasn't anyone's fault, liebling." Mick whispered with his lips brushing against her forehead. "It just wasn't meant to be."

Y/N looked up at the driver, meeting his sad gaze, and the two let the tips of their noses touch.

The two lovers' lips met again after days apart and, even if only for a moment, they both felt whole again.

What could've been, would've been you

What could've been, would've been

What should've been you

What could've been, would've been you

Nothing hurts like an unexpected goodbye, but they both knew they would carry their baby forever in their hearts, even if they hadn't been able to carry them in their arms.

They were never going to be able to see the baby say their first words and take their first steps.

They were never going to have the opportunity to see their child go to school for the first time, or attend their graduation.

They were never going to be able to comfort them when they had their first heartbreak, or tease them when they had their first crush.

But even though they knew their baby was more than just a short time, they knew the mark they left on them was permanent.

Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

You were bigger than the whole sky

You were more than just a short time

And I've got a lot to pine about

I've got a lot to live without

Two years later, the couple couldn't be in a better place, even though their loss would never fully heal.

Y/N had just won a promotion at work, allowing her to reach the position she always dreamed of holding at the company she worked for.

Mick had returned to the Formula 1 grid after two troubled years in his career and now wore the four Audi rings on his polo shirt with the greatest of pride, alongside his longtime friend and returning champion, Sebastian.

But most of all, the incomprehensible sounds that came out of their rainbow baby's mouth were what made them the happiest they have ever been.

Their newborn baby girl filled their hearts with renewed hope and unlimited love, bringing back colour in a world that was previously only black and white.

I'm never gonna meet

What could've been, would've been

What should've been you

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l-e-e-woso · 1 year

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44 with Alexia Putellas?

Nala - Alexia Putellas

Italics = Spanish

Prompt 44 - “I’m only here for the dog.”

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Earlier that day Barca had a game against Real Madrid and you got really angry because a lot of the players kept fouling Claudia but none of them got carded for any of them, so you decided to take matters into your own hands.

Just as Mapi crossed the ball over to Claudia you could see a Real Madrid player coming behind her getting ready to foul her but before that happened you ran over and slid directly into the Real Madrid players ankles with studs up.

The Real Madrid player fell to the ground in pain making you smirk down at her. “Don’t fuck with my teammates, yeah?” You lean down to whisper to the player before patting her shoulder as the Ref blows the whistle signalling the Real Madrid Medics to come on and you walk over to Claudia who pulls you into a side hug.

One of the things you were known for was how protective you are of your teammates, you couldn’t explain why you were so protective of them but it was just a natural instinct to you and they loved it but hated it at the same time.

Just as Claudia goes to talk to you the Ref walks over to you and gives you a straight red card before pointing off the pitch telling you to go.

“Are you fucking kidding me?! Are blind or something? Did you see how many times that player fouled multiple people? I tackled her once and get a red card. Mate you need to learn to do you fucking job correctly.” You laugh, you couldn’t believe how biased this Ref was and shout at the Ref getting in her face and push the Ref angrily before storming off the pitch.

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When you get into the locker room you take off your cleats and throw them across the room in anger. You sit down in your cubby and put your head in your hands as you cry into them angrily which is when someone comes into the locker room.

“Mi amor…are you okay?” Alexia asks you softly as she comes over to you pulling you into her arms to calm you down.

As soon as Alexia touches you, you instantly calm down and hug her back tightly while tucking your head into the crook of her neck as the tears streaming down your face slow down.

“I’m just pissed off. That Ref was clearly being paid off, Real Madrid committed so many fouls against us but we got the cards for it. I mean I do admit that what I did deserved a card. Maybe a yellow but not a red! Now I’m gonna miss the next two fucking games.” You say to Alexia as she runs her hand up and down your back massaging it causing you to relax into her.

“We will file a report to UEFA and hopefully they might do something. You know how these things are, they hardly ever get punished for their wrong doings.” Alexia sighs, this is the sort of thing that she should be dealing with but since you had taken over as the main Captain because of her injury it made her feel so guilty even though she wouldn’t have been able to prevent this from happening.

“How about you come over to mine, we can have a movie night and eat takeout.” Alexia says as she pulls back from the hug and takes your face in her hands causing you to lean into them. ”Yeah that sounds nice.” You say as you lean in and kiss Alexia passionately.

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You had just arrived at Alexia’s place and you knocked on the door. Alexia quickly came to the door and opened it, letting you in. “I hope you know I’m only here for the dog. Nala gives the best cuddles.” You say walking into Alexia’s place straight into the living room.

This comment made Alexia laugh as she came up behind you and hugged you. “Are you sure about that mi amor?” Alexia whispers seductively in your ear as her hands run over the waistband of your tracksuit bottoms.

This left you flustered as Alexia then walked away swaying her hips.

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quaithe-seastar · 21 days

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The Dragon's Gold

Chapter One

Pairing: Aegon II Targaryen x Aerys Reyne (male oc)

Summary: Aerys Reyne, son of Naerys Targaryen, the second-born daughter of King Viserys and Queen Aemma, has been best friends with Aegon since childhood. As boys, they had been inseparable. Many said that it reminded them of the early days of King Jaehaerys reign. When the princes Aemon and Baelon were still children. Wherever one boy was, it wasn't long before the other came running behind him. That was until forbidden desires of the heart forced a wedge between them. After the death of his grandsire, King Viserys, Aerys finds himself torn between two sides: stand by his oldest friend or stand by the only mother he has ever known.

Words: 7385

a/n: Dialogue in italics means that the characters are speaking in high valyrian. I was just too lazy to attempt to translate it. Though, there may be some high valyrian thrown in here and there. No beta, so I apologize for any or all grammar and spelling mistakes.

Aerys

Aerys sat on the dirt, sketching in the large leather-bound book sitting across his knees. Agana lay before him, resting her head on the dirt. The sun reflected beautifully off of her aquamarine and silver scales. Aerys’s eyes shifted quickly back and forth from the dragon to the book. The sound of laughter alerted the she-dragon and her rider. Agana let out a low rumble as she stretched her neck up.

“Don’t worry Agana. We’re done for today,” Aerys smiled as he stood.

He ran his fingers over the dragon's scaled neck. She let out what sounded like a purr as she relaxed under his touch. Her emerald green eyes stared at him as he pulled away. She lowered her neck to nuzzle her head against his chest. Aerys laughed as he patted her muzzle.

“I’m sorry, I have to go. We’ll go for a ride later,” he smiled.

He stepped back and picked up the brown leather bag on the dirt. He lifted the strap of his head to let it sit on his shoulder. Aerys rubbed Agana’s muzzle one last time before he called out to the dragon keepers. Aerys waved his hand until he lost sight of the dragon. It pained him to leave her chained up in this place, but he had no other choice. His grandfather, King Viserys, had told him the chains were mandatory.

“Make sure she gets a good meal, please. I’ll return later on today. It’s been a few days since she’s gotten to spread her wings,” Aerys said as he walked with the dragon keepers.

“Of course, Lord Reyne.” The dragon keepers bowed their heads.

The familiar sound of laughter caught Aerys’s attention. He followed the sound until he reached the two brown-haired boys. His younger cousins, Jace and Luke. Luke noticed him first and immediately ran to his side. The boy was jumping up and down in excitement.

“Mother is having the baby! We’ve picked an egg for them!” He exclaimed as he took hold of Aerys’s hand.

The older boy allowed himself to be pulled along. Aerys could feel the heat from the warming chamber without it even being opened. Ser Harwin was standing beside Jace, with an absentminded smile on his face as he watched the boy look at the large bronze-scaled egg sitting in the warming chamber.

“Jace, let me pick it on my own!” Luke smiled.

“You did good, Luke. I’m sure your mother will love it.” Aerys smiled as he patted Luke’s head.

“Alright boys,” Ser Harwin interrupted, “You should get that egg to the castle.”

“Will you come with us?” Luke asked as he ran to cling to the gold cloak. Harwin had a look of uncertainty on his face.

“That would be safest,” Aerys shrugged. “It’s not every day an egg leaves the dragon pit right?”

Harwin stared at the older boy for a moment before he nodded. Aerys was no fool. He understood why the man cared so much for the two boys. He had heard the whispers that spread through the castle like wildfire. Ser Harwin also did not do a great job of hiding his fondness for Aunt Rhaenyra’s children. However, it was mostly the boy’s colors that gave it away, brown hair, brown eyes, and pale skin. Whatever Velaryon blood they had in their veins was quite. . . distant.

Bastards, people whispered. The first time Aerys had heard that, he threatened to feed the little pompous Frey boy to Agana. Who the boy’s father was did not matter to Aerys. The boys were still his family, his blood. They had dragons. If that did not prove they were true Targaryens , Aerys did not know what would.

The boys made their way back to the Red Keep. They were escorted by Ser Harwin, a few gold cloaks, and Ser Lorent. Ser Lorent was the sworn shield of Aunt Rhaenyra. Luke was practically bouncing up and down the entire trip. He was excited to meet the newest edition of the family. He couldn’t decide which he wanted more, a brother or sister. He then began ranting about the pros and cons of both. Aerys sat quietly, simply listening to the little boy ramble. The boy thought of his brother, Robb, the current Lord of Castamere and head of House Reyne. Robb was his half-brother, born five years before him. He wondered if he had been as excited about his birth as Luke was about his new sibling.

Aerys hoped the babe would not cause his aunt too much trouble. He understood how dangerous the birthing bed could be. His mother had nearly died giving birth to him. Aerys had wished to remain at her side, but it would not be appropriate. So he had decided to spend the day with Agana, to keep himself distracted.

The castle seemed to be even more crowded than usual. Though the crowd moved to clear a path as the boys made their way through. Aerys went first, allowing the boys to follow behind him. The group made their way to Nyra's apartments easily enough. Nyra had yet to return to her chambers, so Aerys decided to return to his bedchamber to clean himself up.

He had to promise Luke he would return as soon as the baby was here before the boy let him go. Ser Lorent had offered to accompany him but Aerys refused. Aerys quietly walked down to his chambers. A few maids giggled and whispered amongst themselves as they watched him pass by. He smiled politely and nodded.

“I’ll never understand why they flock to you.”

Aerys flinched and turned his head. Aegon was standing on his right side, with a childish pout on his face.

“Maybe if you showed them a little more respect they’d do the same to you,” Aerys sighed.

“Respect? They’re servants. They respect me.” Aegon scoffed.

“I’m sure they do,” Aerys hummed.

Aerys sped up his pace to get away from the boy. Though Aegon was quick to follow. Aerys felt a twinge of nervousness as Aegon walked closer to him. This time their arms pressed side to side, their fingers brushed against each other as they walked. Aerys had thought of stepping away but he could not bring himself to do it.

“What’s the matter with you? Are you ill?” Aegon asked suddenly.

“What do you mean?” Aerys scrunched his face in confusion.

“Your face is red, and your hair is starting to stick to your forehead.”

Aerys wiped his forehead with his sleeve. “It’s nothing, I'm just worried about Nyra.”

Aegon hummed, “Yes, I heard her labors had started. Mother said she would be shocked if the child wasn’t another bast- boy.”

Aerys shot the older boy a glare, his hands clenched into fists. He picked up his pace, ignoring the Targaryen prince’s pleas to slow down. Aerys finally made it to the thick oak and iron door that shielded his bedchamber. He opened the door just enough to slip through. The young man quickly moved around the door to push it close, unfortunately, he wasn’t fast enough. Aegon slammed his hand against the door to stop it. Aerys sighed and simply walked to the small desk sitting beside his bed.

He dropped his bag onto the desk and took his seat. He ran his hand through his hair before dragging it down his face. He hadn’t gotten much sleep lately. The young man had known for days that Nyra was nearing the end of her pregnancy. Once again his worries began to overwhelm him. Surely she would be alright, this was her third child after all. Nyra had told him she had little to no trouble with Jace or Luke. So she expected this delivery to go smoothly enough. She had her handmaids and midwives to attend to her. Women who have much experience with delivering children.

“I’m sorry,” the prince apologized.

Aerys jumped slightly as he felt Aegon’s breath against his neck. He hadn’t heard the boy pull up a chair. He had been so caught up in his worries again. Aegon sat behind him, resting his head on Aerys’s shoulder. He could hear Aegon tapping his fingers against the chair, a nervous habit of his.

“I know, it’s just, you know how I feel about that. It’s bad enough they’ll have to deal with the realm whispering about them for the rest of their lives. They don’t need it from their family as well. Especially from you, they look up to you. It would crush them to hear it from you.”

“I know, it’s not their fault. I won’t say it again,” Aegon quickly sat up straight.

Aerys turned his head to see what he was doing. The older boy stood upright. He held his hand over his heart, a look of deep seriousness taking over his face.

“I swear it on my life.”

Aerys rolled his eyes but found himself laughing at the gesture. He lowered his head, not wanting to give Aegon the satisfaction of seeing him lose his composure. Aegon began laughing along with him. Aerys cleared his throat.

“How did it go with your mother this morning?”

Aegon huffed and shuffled over to the bed, letting himself fall forward. His messy hair fanned out around his head. He buried his face deeper into the blankets.

“That bad?” Aerys questioned, as he stood to his feet.

Aegon said something but it was muffled against the blanket, so Aerys could not understand it. Aerys said nothing as he joined Aegon on the bed. Though he chose to sit with his back against the wall. After a moment of silence, Aegon rolled over with a groan. He turned his head up to look at Aerys. He scooted himself up, laying his head on Aerys’s lap. Aerys’s fingers immediately found themselves gently untangling Aegon's hair. Aegon closed his eyes with a tired sigh.

“She spent the entire time lecturing me on my duties, like always. It's like she thinks I’m some kind of idiot or something.” He scoffed.

“You're her firstborn son, mothers always expect the most of their first. It’s not fair, but that's the way it works.”

“It’s not like I asked to be born first.” He snapped, moving to sit up.

Aerys watched quietly as Aegon moved to sit at the edge of the bed. A deep silence took over the room. Aerys scooted down the bed to sit beside him.

“I’m sorry. Here I am complaining about my mother when you don’t even have one. Shit, that came out wrong, sorry...” Aegon apologized, dropping his face into his hands.

“You have nothing to apologize for Aegon,” Aerys smiled and shook his head.

Aerys was thinking of what to say next when a loud knock came from the door. He stood quickly to see who it was. It was Ser Lorent, Nyra’s sworn shield. The older man had a smile on his face as he informed Aerys that the princess had given birth to another son. And more importantly that his aunt was alright.

Aerys dismissed the knight and quickly moved to change his clothes. He didn’t want to show up covered in dirt and charcoal. He had forgotten why he had returned to his chambers in the first place. Aegon had returned to lying on his back, glaring at the ceiling.

“I have to go, I promised Luke I would return to see the baby,” Aerys said as he finished lacing his boots.

Aegon stretched his limbs and moved to stand up. He patted his hair down.

“You want to come? I’m sure Nyra wouldn’t mind.”

“No thank you, we need to be at the dragon pit soon. Mother wants me to stay close to Aemond. Plus, I have a few other things I need to take care of.”

Aerys let out a groan. He had forgotten all about their training today. Oh well, so he would have to be a little late.

“Alright, I’ll meet you there.”

The two nodded and headed their separate ways. Aerys wondered what Aegon was up to. He thought of asking for a moment but then decided he didn’t want to know. Knowing Aegon, it probably has something to do with some new childish game of his. Aerys shook his head and quickly made his way to Nyra’s bed chamber. As he neared, he noticed a few servants cleaning up what appeared to be a trail of blood. His heart began to race as he sped up his pace, but still being careful not to get in the servant's way. Ser Lorent was standing watch over the door and quickly moved aside to allow Aerys entry.

Aerys entered the room just as Laenor was handing the baby over to Ser Harwin. He congratulated Laenor before he moved to find Nyra. She smiled as he moved to sit by her side.

“Are you alright? I saw the blood. Should we send for a maester?” He whispered urgently.

She chuckled softly and shook her head. “I am fine, Aerys. I’m exhausted, but I’ll recover.”

He nodded in understanding, but his face must have given away his concern because she placed a comforting hand on his face.

“I will be fine, I swear. Now, what would make me feel better is knowing you accompanied the boys to the dragon pit to keep an eye on them for me. The last thing I need is for them to get into trouble. We can visit more later alright?” Her thumb gently stroked along his face.

Aerys smiled and nodded in agreement. Laenor was trying to herd the boys together, mainly Luke, who was trying desperately to get his hands on the baby. Aerys quickly moved to help, gently pushing Luke along. He rode along in the carriage with the two Velaryon boys to the dragon pit. Luke had told him the baby had been named Joffrey. Aerys thought it was an odd choice of name, but he did not mention it. Jace seemed to be a little nervous. He was still learning how to command Vermax. Aerys could remember how he felt when he had begun training with Agana. However, he had very little difficulty with her. She learned everything quickly enough. He ruffled the older Velaryon boy’s brown hair to comfort him.

Aegon and Aemond had already arrived at the dragon pit before Aerys and the boys. Dragon keepers were awaiting them by the giant doors of the dragon pit. They followed them inside to meet with the other two princes. The dragon keepers decided that Aerys would go first. He waited eagerly for Agana to appear. The light gleamed off of her beautiful silver scales as she appeared from the darkness. She had grown much larger over the past year. Agana let out a soft growl as she moved forward.

“Serve! Halt, Agana!” Aerys quickly commanded.

The dragon came to a quick stop. She lowered her neck to press her head against his chest. He had been pushed back a few steps but he was quick to regain his balance. Aerys laughed as he rubbed his hand over the side of her face.

“Well done.” The old dragon keeper praised.

The sound of a bleating goat caught the dragon’s attention. She watched intently as the dragon keepers chained the goat in place, but she did not move from her spot. The dragon keepers quickly moved away from the goat. Aerys waited until they were at a safe distance before he gave the command.

“Dracarys, Agana!”

Agana quickly moved closer to the goat, raising her head back high. She let out a loud screech before a blast of flame shot from her mouth, engulfing the large goat. She scarfed it down quickly. When she was done, the dragon keepers escorted her back to her nest.

Aegon was up next, with his dragon Sunfyre. Sunfyre was truly a magnificent creature. His scales shimmered like freshly polished gold. Even the two long horns on his head seemed to shimmer. Aegon's lessons had gone by as quickly as Aerys. The two older boys had nearly mastered control of their dragons.

Finally, it was Jace’s turn, he was the last one. Luke was still too young to control Arrax, and Aemond had yet to claim a dragon. Aerys nudged Aegon’s shoulder when the older boy let out a fake yawn. The old dragon keeper nudged the Velaryon boy forward. It was important for Jace to stay in control of his emotions. If he got too afraid it would agitate the already ill-tempered Vermax. Jace jumped back when the green dragon lunged his head forward, but he was quick to command him to halt. Which earned him praise from the old dragon keeper. Jace was practically jumping with excitement as he asked if he could give Vermax the command. There was a wide smile across his face as he turned to face the group. Aegon and Aerys nodded their heads in encouragement.

“Dracarys, Vermax!”

The room lit up as the dragon fire consumed the goat. Aerys moved to stand beside Jace. They watched as Vermax quickly began to feast upon the roasted flesh.

“You did well.” He praised the brown-haired boy.

Aerys turned his head as Luke began to run ahead. He moved to go after him but Aegon shook his head. Aerys listened quietly as Aegon went on about Aemond not having a dragon. He knew it was a sensitive topic for the young Targaryen. Aerys could not even begin to imagine what his life would be like without Agana. It pained him to think about it. He furrowed his brows in confusion as Aegon claimed they found a dragon for him. It did not take long to understand what was going on.

Luke appeared from the darkness with a large pig by his side. The pig had wings tied to its body. The boys began laughing and taunting Aemond. Aerys found himself letting out a laugh, though he was quick to stifle it. The three boys ran away, leaving Aemond with the so-called pink dread. Aerys moved to stand by Aemond’s side.

“Don’t listen to them, Aemond. You still have time.”

The young Targaryen boy said nothing in return. Aerys placed a hand on his shoulder before he ran off to catch up with the other boys.

They had quickly returned to the castle after the dragon keepers had shown up with a very disheveled-looking Aemond. Luke and Jace waved as Ser Lorent escorted them back to their mother’s apartments. Aerys tried to wave as Aegon pulled him along. The two boys walked alone down the empty hall. Aemond had been sent to the queen as soon as they reached the castle.

“What you did to Aemond was cruel.”

“It was harmless fun. You laughed didn’t you?” Aegon turned his head to question him.

Aerys lowered his head to hide his smile. Aegon began to laugh.

“That’s not the point, Aegon. It was still cruel.”

The two boys returned to Aerys’s chambers. Aerys rolled his eyes as Aegon gawked at the serving girl who brought them wine. The young woman was quick to bow and leave the room. Aerys handed a cup to Aegon, who had made himself comfortable on the bed.

“You could at least take off your boots, they’re filthy.” Aerys scoffed as he kicked off his boots.

Aegon huffed and lifted his right foot. Aerys chose not to argue and simply pulled off Aegon's boots. He dropped them to the ground and climbed onto the bed. The two boys lay beside one another quietly. Aerys groaned as he stretched out his limbs. Perhaps he could slip in a quick nap before he had to train with Ser Criston. Aegon slowly crept his hand closer to Aerys’. His fingers toyed with Aerys’s hand until the boy lifted it, allowing Aegon to intertwine their fingers. He turned his head to find Aegon already watching him.

“We should go to Essos,” Aegon said.

“Essos? What would we do there?” Aerys scoffed.

“We could do whatever we want. We have dragons, the people there would treat us like kings. We’d drink the rarest wines, dine on the finest food, and have all the beautiful women we could ever want.”

“If only it were that simple. Your mother would never let you go. She’d send Ser Criston after you.” Aerys snickered as he poked at Aegon’s side.

The Targaryen prince swatted his hand away. “I doubt that. She’d probably cry tears of joy.”

Aerys laughed at the comment, making Aegon punch him on the arm.

“You could at least disagree!”

Aegon sighed and turned his head back towards the stone ceiling. Aerys began to think of what their life in Essos would be like. The idea did not appeal to the boy very much at all. His life and his family were here in Westeros. Wine, food, and women were not so important to him that he would abandon his family.

“I’m sorry, I’m sure she would be very distraught.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Aegon grumbled. “Forget I said anything.”

There was a sadness in Aegon’s voice as he turned his head away. His grip on Aerys’ fingers lessened and he moved his hand away. Aerys did not understand why the boy was so upset so he decided it was best to move on.

“Sunfyre has grown quite a bit,” He smiled.

The mention of Sunfyre always seemed to perk up the elder boy’s mood, but Aegon only hummed in agreement.

“Perhaps you could join me later. Agana is growing restless, she needs to stretch her wings.”

“I would have to ask my mother first. You know how she is,” Aegon sighed.

An awkward silence filled the room as the two boys stared at the ceiling. Aerys struggled to find the right thing to say. Aegon could be very difficult when he got into one of his moods.

“So, tell me more about this street of silk. How was it?” Aerys asked.

The older Targaryen boy scoffed, but a sly smirk slowly crept onto his lips.

“Was it that good?”

“Good? Gods be good Aerys, it was riveting. The people are absolutely mad. The girls are willing to do anything for a bit of coin. You will join me next time.”

“No thank you, that’s your thing. I think I’ll stick to my boring late-night reading.” Aerys shook his head.

“It was not a request. We shall go tonight.” Aegon proclaimed as he stood up triumphantly.

Aerys’ protests fell upon deaf ears as Aegon pulled on his boots, murmuring about his plans for the evening. Aerys, deciding to stop wasting his breath, moved to sit at his desk once again.

“We shall meet tonight by Balerion’s skull.”

Aegon declared as he made his way out of the room. The thick wooden door slammed loudly behind him. Aerys let out an amused sigh as he shook his head. What has he gotten himself into now, he questioned himself. Aerys grabbed a hold of his leather bag to hang it on his chair. As he lifted it into the air the strap snapped off sending his belongings tumbling onto the floor. The clink of metal caught his attention first. He was quick to scoop the ring into his hands. His eyes trailed over the bejeweled ring for any sign of damage, before unclasping the hinges on the side.

“I apologize muna,” he whispered as his finger trailed lightly over the enameled portrait within.

The young man closed the ring and slid it back onto his finger. He had forgotten to put it back on earlier. He only took it off because it was a bit difficult to sketch with it on. A feeling of sadness began to creep into his mind. How desperately he longed to have his mother and father back. It has been a little over a decade and yet the wound remains fresh in his heart. Aerys could feel his lips begin to tremble and his eyes well up with tears. He quickly cleared his throat and wiped his eyes with his sleeve. There would be time for tears later. For now, he had to prepare for his training with Ser Criston.

Aerys sprinted through the halls of the castle. Trying carefully to avoid contact with the passing nobles. As he rounded a corner a woman appeared. He tried desperately to come to a halt but was too slow. Aerys was quick to grab the woman before she could fall, but the tray in her hand clattered against the stone ground.

“I apologize, Lord Reyne. It was an accident,” the young woman began apologizing profusely.

She pressed her hands together as she prayed for mercy. Aerys shook his head. His hands gently closed around hers, as he tried to comfort her. He didn’t recognize her, Aerys assumed she must be new. The woman seemed to be around his age, maybe two or three years older. But she stood a head taller than him.

“It’s alright my lady, it is I who is to blame. I should know better than to be running around the halls at this busy hour. Come, let me help you.”

He smiled as he knelt to the ground. Fortunately, it was only cheese, grapes, and bread, so it was easy to pick up. The girl quickly knelt down and gently pushed his hands away.

“No-no my lord! I will clean it, don’t worry!”

“Nonsense, it's my fault.”

Aerys quickly snatched up as many of the fallen items as he could and placed them back in their bowls. It had almost turned into a competition. With everyone he reached for, the woman was quick to grab it first. When their work was done the woman quickly stood and bowed her head. Aerys watched as she scurried away, mostly likely back towards the kitchen. His gaze remained on her until she disappeared. He stood there for a moment longer before cursing under his breath. He was late.

By the time Aerys made it to the outer yard the rest of the boys were already swinging at dummies. Ser Criston spotted him first. Suddenly Aerys wished he hadn’t shown up at all. Ser Criston detests tardiness. The scowl on the white knight's face as he approached him filled his stomach with dread.

“Nice of you to finally show up, Lord Reyne, we feared you were unwell.”

“My apologies Ser Criston, I accidentally crashed into a maid on the way here. I had to help- my apologies.”

He silenced himself as the knight gave him a bored expression. Ser Criston nodded before nudging his hand towards the wooden swords. Aerys quickly took one before moving to the free dummy in the center. Aegon snickered as Aerys passed by him. Aerys swung his arms, striking the dummy with his wooden sword. He did this five more times before they began rotating. Aemond took his place as Aerys moved to take Jace’s place. Aegon groaned loudly as he struck the dummy with all his might. Aerys did the same. Aerys was not a fan of swords. He was adequate with a sword, but he did not believe anyone would be singing songs of his skills for years to come. His skill with a bow, however, was much better. However, sword training was a requirement. He had no say in the matter.

A quick thwack to the nape of his neck caught his attention. He turned his head to find the culprit. Aegon nodded his head ahead. Aerys followed his gaze to find two incoming maids. When they spotted the prince they quickly turned their gaze and scurried away. Aerys let out a weary sigh. He switched places with Jace again, moving away from Aegon. He gave the young boy a light pat on the shoulder as he passed. Ser Criston called for Aegon and Aemond to try and attack him. Aerys grabbed hold of Jace and Luke, gently pushing them back so they would not be in the way.

The two boys groaned as they threw their full weight into their attacks. Yet Ser Criston evaded them all, skillfully dodging every swing.

“You’ll have to do better than that,” he taunted.

The white knight quickly deflected Aegon's next blow. Sending the prince rushing forward. Ser Criston whacked the prince's bum as he stumbled. Ser Harwin called out to Jace and Luke. Aerys turned his head to listen as the gold cloak gave instructions. The boys followed his instructions, quickly lifting their swords. Aerys found himself doing the same. Ser Harwin’s gaze drifted over to Ser Criston. Aerys could feel the tension between the two men. It was no secret that there was bad blood between the two men. Though the reason why was unknown to Aerys, he knew it had something to do with Nyra. The white knight seemed to hold no love for the Princess.

“Seems the younger boys could do better with a bit of your attention, Ser Criston.”

“You questioned my method of instruction Ser?”

“Oh, I merely suggest that method be applied to all your pupils.”

Aegon and Aemond moved to stand with the rest of the boys. Luke smiled as he tried to taunt Aegon. The elder boy merely pushed him away. The young boy chuckled to himself. Aerys gave him a nod to get back in line. His smile slightly dropped as he moved to stand still.

“Very well,” the white knight replied to the gold cloak.

“Jaecaerys, come here.”

Aerys furrowed his brows as he watched the white knight grab Jace by the collar, roughly pulling him along with him.

“You’ll spar with Aegon.”

Aegon and Aemond chuckled to themselves. Aegon quickly fetched his sword before moving forward.

“Eldest son against eldest son,” the knight announced.

“Hardly a fair match-”

“I know you’ve never seen true battle Ser, but when steel is drawn a fair match isn’t something anyone should expect.” Ser Criston quipped.

Aegon gave Jace a pat on the back as he passed him. The two boys raised their blades as Ser Criston instructed.

“Engage.”

Aegon lunged forward with a yell. Jace was quick to deflect the attacks, but he was quickly becoming overwhelmed. Aegon forced him back with every blow. The elder prince moved his hand out, pushing the dark-haired boy to the ground. Aerys cursed under his breath.

“Come on Jace,” he whispered encouragingly.

The brown-haired boy was quick to his feet. This time it was Aegon who was pushed back with each attack. Jace swung the sword with all his might. He was fast, so fast that as soon as Aegon blocked a hit, another was right behind it. Aegon, clearly growing frustrated, moved behind a dummy. Pushing it forward so that it nearly toppled onto Jace.

“Foul play!” Ser Harwin called out as he moved to advise Jace.

“I’ll deal with him,” Ser Criston retorted as he pulled Aegon towards him.

Ser Harwin smiled as he quietly advised Jace, his gloved hand gently holding Jace by the chin.

“You!” Aegon yelled, gaining the younger boy’s attention.

Once again the two began their dance. Aegon’s attacks were unrelenting. The younger boy struggled to keep up once more. Ser Criston yelled out instructions to the elder prince. Aegon raised his leg kicking Jace in the stomach, sending the boy to the ground. The brown-haired boy was forced to try and defend himself on the ground. The white knight refused to allow Aegon to ease off. Instructing him to keep attacking.

“Enough!” Ser Harwin yelled as he grabbed Aegon, pulling him away from Jace.

The prince struggled against the gold cloak’s grasp. Ser Harwin released him, sending the prince stumbling.

“You dare lay hands on me?!” Aegon howled in anger.

The noise made Luke jump and tense up. Aerys put a comforting hand on Luke’s shoulder. He moved to stand behind his cousin. Resting his hands upon the small boy's shoulder, keeping him close.

“Aegon!” The king called, from where he usually sat, watching the boys train.

“You forget yourself Strong, that is the prince.” Ser Criston voiced.

“Is this what you teach Cole? Cruelty to the weaker opponent?” Ser Harwin said as he picked up the wooden swords.

Ser Criston dropped the wooden sword he had been holding to his feet. Ser Harwin kicked it away, refusing to bend down and pick it up.

“Your interest in the prince's training is quite unusual, Lord Commander.” Ser Criston replied. “Most men would only have that kind of devotion towards a cousin, or a brother... or a son.”

Aerys could feel his breath get caught in his throat. Cole would be so bold as to say such a thing in public? He watched the two men with uncertainty. Ser Harwin was not known for his tranquility. Nor was Ser Criston. Aerys remembered hearing the tale about how the white knight beat a man to death with his bare hands. It was on the very same night that Nyra married Ser Laenor. The gold cloak paused for a moment before he lunged towards Ser Criston. His large gloved hand connected to the knight's cheek. Aerys quickly grabbed Jace and Luke, pushing them behind his back.

Ser Harwin landed another hit, sending the white cloak to the ground. Yet he refused to relent, quickly climbing on top of the man, and continuing his assault. Ser Criston did not even put up a fight against the gold cloak. It took four other white cloaks to pull Ser Harwin off of Ser Criston. Though they struggled to hold him back.

“Say it again!” Ser Harwin roared. “Say it again!”

The lord commander had to be dragged out of the outer yard like an animal. His reputation would certainly take a heavy blow. Attacking a member of the king's guard was madness.

“What do we do now?” Luke asked, clinging onto Aerys’ sleeve.

“Don’t worry, let’s get you both back to your chambers.” Aerys smiled as he pulled the two boys along with him.

Luke still held on tightly as they walked quietly down the empty hallway. Jace had yet to speak, choosing to keep his head down. Ser Lorrent walked ahead of them, escorting them back to the young boy’s chambers. Ser Lorrent pushed open the thick oak doors. He moved out of the way, allowing the three boys to pass. Aerys gave him a nod of appreciation before the white cloak closed the doors. It was just the three of them now. They were in Jace’s room. Luke’s room was next door, but the boy wished to stay at his brother's side.

“Is Ser Harwin in trouble? What will happen to him?” Luke asked.

Aerys looked down at the small boy. He used his right hand to ruffle the boy’s curly hair. Aerys was aware of how close the boys were to Ser Harwin. Luke practically idolized the man. Ser Harwin’s father was the hand of the king, surely his punishment wouldn’t be that severe. Aerys gave him the best reassuring smile he could muster.

“I don’t know Luke, but I’m sure everything will be fine. Why don’t we go play with your toys hmm?”

Aerys waved his hand out towards the large wooden toy chest against the wall. Luke nodded before running off. Jace remained silent, staring at his shoes. Aerys placed a hand on the boy’s shoulder breaking whatever trance he was in.

“Come on,” he whispered, attempting to coax him into following Luke.

But the boy would not move. Aerys craned his neck to try and get a good look at the boy's face, but couldn’t. He finally placed a finger under the boy's chin, forcing him to look up. The poor boy was desperately fighting back the tears threatening to spill from his eyes. His trembling lips were curled upside down. Aerys kneeled on the floor to be at eye level with Jace. He placed a comforting hand on the boy's shoulder.

“What’s wrong Jace?” Aerys asked, as gently as he could.

“Is Ser Harwin my father?”

The young lord froze. He felt like he had been punched in the gut. His eyes glanced over to Luke, to ensure the boy had not heard the question. Fortunately, he seemed too preoccupied with his toys. At that moment it seemed like all the words he had ever learned were now lost to him. What could he say? What was he supposed to say? He supposed it was only natural for Jace to be curious. The boy was growing older. It was only a matter of time before the whispers of the court began weighing on his shoulders. He may still be young now, but he certainly was no fool. But it was not Aerys' place to confirm his suspicions.

“Ser Laenor has raised you since you were born. If that is not a father, I don’t know what is.”

“But Ser Criston said-”

“The Velaryons have claimed you as their own. The opinions of others do not matter.”

The brown-haired boy went silent. The look on his face made it apparent to Aerys that his words did nothing to satiate the boy’s curiosity. But regardless, Jace nodded his head and moved to join Luke. Aerys remained on his knee, cursing himself in his head for his tone. He had snapped a bit after the mention of Ser Criston. It was not intentional, but the boy's questions had left him feeling like a trapped animal. He would have to apologize later.

Aerys used the tips of his fingers to light smudge the charcoal, giving the dragon’s wing a more blended finish. He could feel small beads of sweat beginning to form on his forehead. Quickly, he used his sleeve to wipe them away. The young man had been working on this piece for nearly a week now. It was proving to be one of his greatest challenges yet.

“You’ve improved.”

Startled, he jumped in his seat. Aerys turned his head to find Nyra standing behind him. He hadn’t even noticed her come in. She gave him an apologetic smile as she gently rubbed his back.

“My apologies, I thought you heard me coming.”

“No worries, I just got a little distracted with this.” Aerys shrugged.

He turned his gaze back towards the drawing. Suddenly he was hyper-aware of all the flaws, little or imagined. Aerys moved to cover it but Nyra stopped him by placing a hand over his. Her eyes trailed over every inch of the dragon.

“Is that Syrax?”

Aerys gave her a simple nod. It was the first time he had ever drawn another dragon beside his and Aegons. Agana and Sunfyre were the perfect studies. They were able to lounge about for hours on end, allowing him to capture their magnificence. Aegon would mumble and groan every time Aerys dragged him along to the dragon pit just to sit there while Aerys sketched, but he always went along anyway. Though most of the time it would end in the two of them racing through the skies on dragonback. He had countless drawings of them, but Aerys wanted to do something different. In time he hoped to capture the beauty of all the dragons of the realm for his book. Dragon lore was scarce in this world. And who better to record it, than a dragon rider? Syrax was his next target. The she-dragon had recently brought forth another clutch. Before the new additions arrived, Syrax had become even more slothful than usual. So it was easy to sit and draw her while she lounged about in the dragon pit.

“I love it. You’ve captured her perfectly.”

Nyra pressed a quick kiss to his head.

“Though there is something else I’ve come here to discuss with you, Aerys.”

The young man nodded before turning his body to face her. She looked tired, which was understandable. The woman had just given birth to a child. Something Aerys understood was much more taxing on women’s bodies than men gave them credit for. He stood to his feet, offering her his chair. Aerys waited for her to be seated before fetching one for himself.

“What is it?” He inquired politely.

“Laenor and I have decided to leave for Dragonstone. The ship is getting ready as we speak.” Nyra spoke gently, as she caressed the back of his hand with her thumb.

“Oh,” Aerys furrowed his brow. “Alright...it shouldn’t take me long to pack my things.”

Aerys moved to stand but Nyra stopped him. He tilted his head in confusion. There was a sadness behind her violet eyes. His body stiffened under her touch, as she held his hands in hers. A sharp ache stabbed away at his chest. That familiar burning sensation reached his eyes. And he struggled to keep the frown away from his lips. He pursed his lips and turned his face to stare at the desk beside them.

“You’re not taking me with you...” he murmured.

“The king wishes for you to remain at court.”

A pregnant pause filled the air. Aerys was unsure of what to say. He did not trust his voice, too scared of possibly showing his affliction. Rhaenyra owed him nothing. She was not his mother and he was not her son. The princess was not required to take him with her. He was the king's ward, not hers.

“But that does not mean we’ll never see each other again. We’ll exchange letters, and you’re always welcome to come visit when the king permits it.”

Aerys said nothing.

“You have friends here. I understand you and Aegon are...close. Surely he would be upset if you left. You’ll be happy here, just like you’ve always been.”

“Of course,” he smiled. “I wish you a safe journey, Princess.”

Her face fell upon hearing her title come from his mouth. She opened her mouth to speak when a knock upon the door stopped her. Aerys quickly called out to them to enter. He pulled his hands away and stood to his feet. It was Elinda Massey, one of Rhaenyra’s handmaids.

“The ship is ready, Princess.”

“Thank you Elinda.”

The woman bowed before taking her leave. Aerys still refused to meet the Princess’s gaze. Instead choosing to stare at the tapestry next to his door. It was a man, pale-skinned and bare. His long white hair flowed down his body, which was entangled with a green dragon. The soft click of her shoes echoed as she moved to stand in front of him. Her fingers gently brushed his hair away from his face, before trailing down to cup his chin. That sweet sad smile returned to her face.

“This is not goodbye Aerys,” she pressed a gentle kiss to the top of his head.

Something she had done a million times before. Yet now the kiss that had always made him feel so warm, so safe, left him with nothing but a hollow feeling in his chest. He gave a simple nod. It was all he could do to not beg her to take him. To plead with her to not abandon him in the stony confines of this castle. But alas, he would not. He was nearly a man-grown. A man of the houses Reyne and Targaryen. He must always act with poise and good deportment.

“Perhaps you would like to see the boys before we depart?”

“No,” he snapped. “I mean, the hour is growing late. You’ll have a long journey ahead of you. I’m sure you’re all anxious to get out onto the sea already.”

“Aerys,” she sighed, gazing into his iris-colored eyes. “I know-”

Another knock sounded at the door. This time it was Ser Lorent who entered.

“We must be going now Princess,” he declared.

Aerys used this time to step back, pulling away from the Princess’s grasp. The woman pursed her lips and gave the young man a small nod.

“Alright,” she whispered.

Aerys said nothing as he watched her walk away. Her white hair slightly swayed behind her as she walked. Aerys moved to call out for her, yet he could not speak. The young man moved back to his desk. Allowing himself to drop back into his seat. He was alone now.

A/N: If you've made it this far, thank you so much for reading my work!

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diosnumber1slut · 1 year

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Dom DIO X Sub Fem Y/n

CONTAINS: (ddlg, spanking, degradation, humiliation, facial, sexting, mention of 18+ media being sent, if you squint very hard slight praise, yandere themes, y/n is a brat, brat-tamer DIO, yandere DIO)

First person, italic used for thoughts & texts

{Oh btw I also did a little insignificant playlist that you can listen to when you're reading it or maybe if you want to listen to it on a daily basis then go ahead!}

“Daddy I’m back~” I said as I stepped in his luxurious penthouse.

Everything was in the colours of black and crimson with some touches of gold, the night skyline was absolutely breathtaking seen from above.

I didn’t find him anywhere so I decided to go and take a look in his office and when I opened the door I saw him sitting in his black leather chair with his back facing me “Well look who’s back~” then he said to me in a particular relaxed but still imposed tone “Sit down.” so I said as I sat down “Is there something wrong daddy?” then he replied to my question, menacingly, “So… how’s your ex doing without your presence hmm…good?” A voice inside of my head told me that he knew clearly that I had sex with my ex this evening but then that voice died out and I responded with “Y-yes he’s doing good without me…” “I stuttered fuck!” then he said “Then why were you at your ex boyfriend’s house this evening?…” then my blood froze as he turned around to face me then he stood up and there I saw his towering self, eclipsing me, “You respond to my messages and calls immediately but this evening you weren’t answering so I decided to track your location down and I saw that you were at your ex’s house…” he said teasingly as he approached me then he raised my head with his hand under my chin “You’ll be punished severely for it my naughty little slut…Now go to my room and wait for me.” he said in a menacing tone “Ok daddy…” I stood up and then I went straight to his room.

I waited for him patiently feeling a sort of suspense raising inside me. “What will he do? I wonder…~” I said between me and myself then all of a sudden the door opened “You’ve got some explaining to do…” he said in an imposing tone as he came towards me. He had only his black pants and white shirt on, his amber eyes were burning with wrath and his golden locks were flowing with each of his perfectly calculated steps then all of a sudden I was bent over his lap and then the first spanking of the night strikes my ass, I mewled out his name in pain then he spoke “What did I say about fucking other boys…” I said in a weary tone “I’m sorry daddyyy!~” he said furiously as he continued to spank me “You’ve been a very bad girl…”; after half an hour of spanking he took me off of his lap and bent me over the bed and rammed his entire length inside of my pussy and still gave me more of his generous spankings as he fucked me.

His pace was brutal and sadistic truly meant to hurt, then I saw that he took my phone from my purse and decided to take a video of myself getting fucked all the way out then he said “Say hi to your ex!” He roared angrily; I just moaned loudly begging him to have mercy on me then he chuckled darkly then I heard him say “Lay even a finger on her and I’ll kill you…Got it?” then he finished recording the video and continued to fuck me.

As he released himself inside of me he took his raging shaft out and took my phone again and took a quick pic of my wet womanhood spilling with his essence then he inserted it into my mouth, I felt myself gagging onto his enormous raging member.

I felt like if I was in a photoshoot for how many pictures he was taking of my messy self sucking on his throbbing cock “Was my little slut starving for daddy’s cock?…I mean after fucking your worthless ex you must be desperate for my precious touch~” He said tauntingly and as a response I hummed in ecstasy as his cock hit the back of my throat constantly then he chuckled menacingly looking down at my drooling mess.

He decided to start fucking my ass then he took a video of it; he gave a playful spank at my ass cheek “Ah!~” I moaned then he said “Ahh…my naughty little slut serves me so well…she’s literally made for me…~” he furiously said “Her existence is only meant for pleasuring my deepest carnal desires…” he said angrily as he finished recording.

I was going in overdrive with pleasure as his cock plowed in and out of my mouth then he decided to take some pictures of me sucking his cock dry “You look so pretty while you suck my cock~” I looked up at him “Aww such a cute little thing that you are…And to think that you are only mine~” he chuckled tauntingly “Hmmm?” he hummed and he faced at my phone and then he noticed three notifications from my ex, he immediately grabbed my phone and saw some texts coming from him that read “go fuck yourselves!”-“I hate you both!”-“I will kill you both!” then he laughed darkly at the ominous threats, he then said “Yeah keep on sucking my cock…Ngh- good girl~”. He just kept on going until he felt that he was going to come then he took his cock out of my throat and came all over my face and breast “Ooooh fuck yeah my sweet little girl…~” then he picked up my phone once again took one last picture at my messy self covered in his thick cum and sent it to him and then to my ex then he said out loud what he was texting to him “She belongs to me…touch her and I’ll make sure you’ll regret the day you’ve met her.” then he picked me up by my waistline and began kissing me roughly and passionately then he broke the kiss and said to me “Swear that you’ll never see any other guy but me…” then I said “I swear daddy~” then he said “Good…” then I said “I’m feeling sleepy daddyyyyyy…~” then we went to sleep together and before I fell asleep he patted my head and said “You’re such an obedient girl…you deserve a reward.” I then replied “Really?!” He then said “Yes…Tomorrow I’ll take you out wherever you like.” then I said “Thank you so much Daddy Dio I love you!” He then said as he gave a kiss on my forehead “I love you too my dear…” and then we both went to a peaceful slumber.

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sheloves-toomuch · 5 days

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The Spawn and the Siren

Chapter 5: Down by the River

NSFW 18+, explicit content, mentions of violence

Astarion finally orchestrates his plan with the siren, but Zeno was a complication he didn't see coming. This chapter reveals flashbacks to their early meetings, confessions, and game-related plot spoilers. Flashbacks and inner monologue are written in italics.

As the days passed following their surprise encounter with the devil Raphael, it was clear to the others that something within Zenosyne had changed. She spent more time gazing off into the distance absentmindedly, thinking to herself quietly, often unblinking. Her thoughts were perpetually elsewhere, and she seemed always unbound to the present moment. Her face seemed pained now and again as she seemed to sift through her thoughts one by one, as though she were being presented with uncomfortable realizations each time she would retreat into her own mind.

In truth, she was coming to many harrowing realizations by the minute. The company she had kept before she lost her memory spoke volumes to her character. The butler, Sceleritas Vel and his eagerness to please and encourage her bloodthirsty wants- and the sly and scheming Raphael- son of Mephistopheles himself. He was the prince that had haunted her visions within the mirror, and the prince that Ethel had threatened to offer her up to in her magical slumber.

“Copper for your thoughts, Zeno?” Karlach asked finally, trying with careful words to coax Zenosyne out of her silent musings. She poked at the fire where they all sat, encircling the embers that snapped and licked towards the night sky.

Zenosyne inhaled sharply at her own name, and let out a long, deep sigh.

“That devil, Raphael. He was the one Ethel spoke of- the one she said she might get a pretty sum from had she revealed my whereabouts to him… and he seemed very… familiar with me, to say the least when he brought us into his sanctum for a moment there.”

“It’s no question that devils collect souls like trinkets. He clearly has been wanting yours for some time.” Wyll offered up.

“I don’t know if he wants my soul- or if I even have one.” Zenosyne muttered sharply.

“Well, of course you have a soul!” Shadowheart laughed uncomfortably, her eyes darting between Wyll and Zenosyne. Shadowheart’s voice was always sweet to hear- and that put a little tension into Zeno’s mind, although she could never understand why that was. “You may be a rare creature but I don’t see why not.”

Zeno stayed quiet, leaving a heavy silence in the air that held them all captive.

“I killed that bard, didn’t I?” She finally said, and in that moment everyone wished that the silence had remained. An uneasy shift settled across the party. Wyll adjusting his seat by the fire, Lae’zel sitting more upright than before, Astarion’s ears perking up slightly but noticeably. Gale’s brow furrowed at her words, and he was the next to interject into the uneasiness-

“Yes, you did. You’ve slain an innocent in our own camp, but it’s evident that there is something else that’s battling for your soul within your body. I won’t say that I’m altogether comfortable with what happened with Alfira, but it provides some semblance of reassurance to know that you clearly had no intentions of killing her that night.”

Zeno’s mind went wild with all the anxieties of their journey thus far. They were so kind, they were so accepting, so helpful and she hated them for it, in a way. She loved them all and she hated that she had nothing to hate them for. She knew so little about herself, but she did know that she wasn’t good.

“I didn’t just kill her, either. Did I?” Zeno challenged, her chest heaving with warm breath that threatened to bring forth tears. She hadn’t. There was a cloud of evil that covered the camp from that day forward. Alfira’s blood still stained their consciousness. It crept everywhere- visions of her eyeless skull and empty torso seeping into their nightmares. “There’s so much brutality in me. Even in my softness there’s whispers of death.”

“There’s brutality in all of us right now.” Shadowheart said, “We will find out what it is that haunts you.” She encouraged. Did she even believe her own words?

Zeno stood up and rolled her shoulders to ease the tension in her long-hunched body. She let her gaze fall briefly on Astarion- and flashes of memories jumped into her electric mind. The sting of her wounded neck throbbed. She’d been all too generous to help out the vampire who she saw as an understanding equal. Night after night he had made his way over to her tent to quietly drink from her. His small sighs of contentment would leave her quaking whenever he let himself get carried away in his nightly indulgence- but he hadn’t ever gone any further than that. She felt a desire to help him from the moment he had told her he was a monster, like her. Even more so when he had told her he was not afraid of her. She had to show him she was not afraid of him, either.

The confession that he quietly whispered to her the day after he first tasted her blood had left her breathless.

"I've... had this condition for two centuries. But, truth be told... you were my first." He said. His words went from careful and slow to rushed. He cleared his throat uncomfortably, looking away.

"Come now, do you really think I'd believe that after 200 years?" Zeno had teased, certain that he was telling her yet another beautiful lie to leave her mesmerized by him. She was always afraid he was telling her beautiful lies.

"It's true. In all these years I've only ever fed on beasts and... drinking the blood of a thinking creature was never permitted under Cazador."

He spat the name of his former master, the cruel vampire that had sired him into this world of endless night. Zeno had quietly nodded, afraid that she had offended him. The look on his face said that he did not want to share this, but he kept going. In his mind, he was battling with the pull between speaking his haunted truth and the fear that dragged him down at the thought of letting her in. Nobody, not even the other spawn that Cazador had called his family had heard him speak like this.

“I think I’ll go lay in the river.” She said, her hair still damp from the last time she had retreated past the camp to lie in the rushing blue waters by the Emerald Grove. For some time the ground crunched with leaves and grass beneath her sandals as she listened to the call of the rushing waters on the rocks, urging her forward to the loud river she found refuge in. It’s cold, crashing waves shocked her to the core- it kept her mind sharp.

She heard nothing else, though, for as sharp as she was, she couldn’t hear the rogue that was stalking in the shadows. She threw off her shoes, only to hear Astarion clear his throat to politely make his presence known to her before she went any further.

She turned to see him there, emerging from the trees. His white ruffled linen shirt was slightly open, the peaks and valleys of his unnaturally pale chest glowed in the moonlight that danced off the water in a delicate pattern. It gave off a light blue halo of light around him that seemed to illuminate his pallor all too well. All these thoughts were dancing around in her head as he approached with care.

“Evening, siren.” He said sensually. He waited for her response, expecting more from her than the nod he got in reply. Seeing her by the water reminded him of the old book, The Blushing Mermaid. A trashy novel, if there ever was one. It was a favorite among lonely hearts.

Zeno’s thoughts were always haunted by him. He knew she couldn’t hide her excitement whenever he would sit close by, saying something clever to her in hopes of getting her to respond. Sometimes, he even brushed a thumb over the most sensitive skin of her wrist as he passed by her- once, even, gently reaching out to touch the curve of her bare waist as she fell behind the party in their trek. That touch still ghosted over her skin now.

“If you want to be alone, I can go.” He offered.

“No.” She said, pointedly. “Stay. You can jump in if you want.”

She tossed off her skirt, and the weave of beads that remained covering her body. She let her long hair down from it’s perch atop her head to fall in waves at her waist, the deep green curls blending in effortlessly with her surroundings in the night. She stepped into the river, finally. Goosebumps rose over her flesh as she waded in, either from the icy water at night or from the thought that Astarion was right behind her- and she let her siren form manifest once again.

“Is it safe to follow a siren into the river at her behest?” Astarion teased, his eyes darkening at his shameless flirting. Nevertheless, he kicked off his boots while keeping his eyes locked on hers. The ruffles of his shirt soon brushing over his silver curls as he pulled it swiftly over his head.

“Not quite a behest- more of an offer… and for you, it is safe.” She replied with a small smile, barely perceptible.

Her eyes continued to wander now. It was rare to see him like this- as far as she could tell he wasn’t so vulnerable with the others, despite the occasional flirt at Shadowheart now and again. It echoed in her already troubled mind. She had a feeling that she was the object of his interest in this moment, at least.

He walked slowly, carefully over to the spot where she had entered the water, standing ankle deep for a moment. His icy cold skin found the water to be temperate. Yet, the look on his face betrayed his reservations about coming any further.

“Running water is new for you, I know.” She acknowledged, proving to him that she was ever vigilant to his needs. The sunlight and the rushing waters were all a newly bestowed gift to the ancient vampire, thanks to the power of the tadpoles.

“Trust me?” She reached out with a gentle hand that dripped with the glistening diamonds of water.

“I, ah, wouldn’t mind just…” He leaned up against one of the wet boulders, perching one leg up slightly onto it. “Getting used to it slowly. As I admire you in your natural habitat.”

She let her hand fall with clear disappointment, but let him stand there, nonetheless. She tried to busy herself with swimming back and forth, gently diving down now and again beneath the surface- her back followed by the glimmering curve of her elegant tail. The dark green scales blended seamlessly in with her long hair, and with the lapping waves that kissed her skin. Sometimes she would bring something back up with her, laying them on the boulder that Astarion was propped up against, at his feet- as if worshiping his quiet presence with her. She put a shiny, opalescent oyster shell by his feet, and held it closely to his skin.

“That’s your color, I think.” She said, looking up with big, round eyes that he knew spelled trouble. For anyone else, at least. It was the first time that she allowed herself to fully make her feelings known. He knew, of course, already. It was plain to see she was wrapped tightly around his little finger by now.

“Is it really?” He teased, letting her elaborate some more. Instead, he was left waiting for a moment. If it weren’t for his keen and amplified senses he would never have heard the quickening of her pulse- the pace of her heartbeat now matching the hum of the crickets that sang mating calls into the night. But he did hear it, and in that moment he knew that he had won at this game already. He was finally safe with the siren, and her bloodthirsty vigor would protect him just as he had planned. Even with this security, he found himself thinking more about how he wasn’t the only one she coquettishly teased.

She’s a siren, she lures them in. It’s in her nature, he thought, each time she would playfully splash Gale as she washed clothes in the river or reached out to grab Shadowheart’s wrist and pull her under the waves with a light, airy laugh. He remembered one night they had all been camped out by the waters, and she wrapped her arms around Shadowheart from behind- claiming she was chilly and needed warmth. Shadowheart had laughed, obliging her, and they were playfully floating around for some time. It had been then that week he had decided to speak up himself.

“Shadowheart… Such a dark name for such a beautiful flower.” He had said as they were passing through a blighted, empty village.

“Please try not to look so closely at my neck when you say that, Astarion.” She’d replied flippantly.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Zenosyne look back, and observe their faces- trying to pick up a clue as to what the nature of their little flirt really entailed.

Zenosyne broke his reminiscence in an instant when she took in a gentle breath, and leaned forward to his ankles. She looked at him with those doe-like eyes again, and slowly closing them, she reached her warm lips to the inside of his ankle- a gentle kiss at first along his freezing skin.

Oh, that’s why her heart’s beating so fast. She’s ready to take the next step, he thought.

She let a few feather light kisses trail along his ankle, then, a small nip at the drops of water that fell back into the river from his skin. She lifted her eyes up again, waiting now for him to say something- anything- to give her an idea what was going on in that breathtakingly beautiful head of his. He remained quiet, just as she had. The only thing she could tell was from the way he stared, a coy smile played at his lips as he looked down at her. She sat up a little, pushing her long hair back behind her, out of the way of her bare chest.

She’s making a show of it too, he noted.

“Another offering at your altar, then?” She said, finally, placing the open-faced shell back at his feet. “Would you grace me a little further, tonight, by joining me in the river?”

He chuckled darkly, not because he was playing along anymore- but because he couldn’t help himself any longer. He knew he was handsome- hells, he knew just how alluring he could be thanks to years of perfecting his approach. It was the fact that her words seemed to be of genuine adoration and not the drunken proclamations of love he was used to hearing each night in the city streets that broke his defenses.

She loved him, he thought.

I love him, she thought.

He finally stepped carefully into the waters- his fear of the current still evident despite his attempts at masking his trepidation. She reached out both arms to grab his shoulders, steadying him for a moment before she helped him lower himself in. He let out a long breath that he didn’t know he had been holding.

“That’s it.” She quietly encouraged, just above a whisper. She let her hands trail just over his chest, both palms resting there for some time as he let the new sensations of the river water wash over him. With time, she let them fall and rise- sliding across his skin suggestively as she watched his eyes dart between hers.

“Are you hungry?” She asked.

His eyes widened for a brief moment.

“Very much so.” He whispered, now letting a low grunt escape his lips. He turned his gaze to the already bruised spot on her neck he had grown accustomed to.

She wrapped her tail around his waist, and the flowery thin ends of her fins popped up beside him in the water. He wrapped his arms around her, feeling her warmth. She shivered in the cold water and in his icy touch. Together, they left her trembling.

His feeding on her had always been polite- he never did more than drink from her.

You’re a gods damned fool. You’ve been letting yourself drink from her and now you think you’ll can do this without getting too close? You’re getting too close…

…and with a surprisingly shaky gasp he bit down without hesitation.

You’re getting too close.

He kissed the spot he had bitten, enveloping her in his arms and keeping her quiet. He pulled her in tightly and squeezed her closer as he lapped up her blood. He let the sound of his tongue pierce her ears and his little low sighs of approval sing to her.

You’re getting too close.

He buried his nose into the crook of her neck, and she curled even closer into his tight grasp. Were it anyone else, she would feel so very threatened by his suffocating hold. He kept her from moving a muscle- and she sighed into it.

You’re getting too close.

He quieted the nagging voice in his head by rolling her over onto her back, both of them half submerged in the rushing waters. The slow grind of his hips into hers was hidden under the water- and the way her tail twitched underneath him.

He got his fill and broke his connection with her all at once. He stared down at her eager face- blinking away the drops of water that fell from his silvery locks into her face. She panted, expectantly. He found himself gasping in rhythm with her.

Hells, you’ve really gone and done it now. You’re in too deep. You’ve given too much.

Astarion let his lips crash into hers, finally, the weeks of tension finding respite here and now. He let the metallic taste on his tongue ease into hers, then let it explore with careful precision for the very first time. The siren didn’t seem to know just how to match his passionate kisses. She was at a loss, for once. She melted into him. Her tail melted away, and her legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, her knees and legs just breaking the surface of the water they laid in. She let him take the lead- her bold advances suddenly disappearing.

Astarion’s mind reeled,

She probably drowns them before she gets this far. You’re a gods damned fool. Dammit.

Berating himself mentally over and over again, he let his hands wander lower to her waist as his lips continued to collide in a gentle dance with hers. His eyes finally locked into her gaze and he asked,

“Is this what you want?”

“Yes.” She cried out with no hesitation. “Please. Plea-”

He quieted her calls with his kisses, hungrily seeking more of her until he found himself beyond salvation. The voice that held him back all night was finally quiet- acquiescing to defeat. She was so warm beneath him- not that this was new to him- he always noticed just how warm living bodies were when entangled with his… but never did he get the rush of adrenaline he did in that moment when he finally allowed himself to let go and make love to her. For the first time in as long as he could remember, he was excited at the idea- tantalized by it even.

As her hips reached upwards to meet his- to accept his love and his passion, she whimpered and gasped. The stars were reflected in her wet eyes- and they grasped at each other wherever they could. Their arms and legs were a tangled mess, and she pulled playfully at his wet hair. Her gentle tugs and cries were the motivation, the guidance he needed to explore her body further.

“Oh, my love- I”

Zenosyne cried out louder now, her inability to contain herself any longer was apparent. It had been difficult, for the very first time, to keep his climax at bay.

“Go on-” He whispered, but his voice trembled.

“Go on, siren.” He tried to speak again, regaining his composure and asserting his calm and sweet dominance. He looked deep into her eyes, trying to keep her focus on him alone. “I have you. I won’t let you g-”

“I- I love you!” She screamed, throwing her head back, crying out in ecstasy. Her hips stuttered, and her thighs shook beneath his tight grip. The night sky blended into an ocean of lights as she closed her eyes, letting herself feel every beautiful sensation that she could find in his hasty ministrations.

Her confession was carefully timed- and she knew it would be a risk. She knew she couldn’t just say it at any moment and get away with it. But she wanted him to hear it- and to know that she meant every word she uttered. No kind word she had said to him went unpunished by his casual flippancy, so she cried out in the only way she knew how- by baring her soul naked in front of him and parting the veil that stood between them. She cried it out again-

“I love you!”

I love you.

Each time she said it he faltered. He became dizzy with want and his chest ached with the realization that washed over him. She loved him. She loved him. He couldn’t say it back- not yet. Not even at the height of his untamed pleasure, when he cried her name into her ears like sweet nothings- he couldn’t say it just yet...

They both fell limp onto the ground, still holding on to one another- still joined together intimately. They lay like that for some time, just letting the waters pass them by. Astarion rested his head on her chest, listening to her heartbeat. It was racing, racing, until finally it slowed down to a more steady rhythm. His pointed ear twitched beneath her gentle touches, and he found himself sinking into a trance as she hummed a sweet melody. Her face was towards the stars, tracing the colorful clouds of astral dust that swirled in the endless cosmos above. His eyes closed, he pulled her wrist close to his lips and nestled a few chaste kisses to her sensitive skin.

“You don’t have to say it in return, if you can’t.” She whispered. His kisses stopped a moment- and his eyes opened. He didn’t turn to look up at her, but she felt his lashes flutter against her chest.

“I’d wait forever, you know, if that’s what it took.” she said, still gently stroking the shell of his pale ear atop her chest.

Oh what a fool you are, Zeno. He thought to himself, Run away from me, gods, please! Tell me you can’t do this anymore… Tell me you hate me, even… tell me anything but that.

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yoditorian · 24 days

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Lacuna - The Rewrite - Part 2

din/gn!reader

i split the original chapter into two upon rewriting, which is why the second half is missing

original part 2//series masterlist//main masterlist

word count: 3.1k // warnings: some swears, too many italics, that's literally it tho, still 18+ no babies

“-wiped out, no one survived.”

“Well, someone did.”

They’re arguing, still. And you’ve been delivered five meals since being directed into the small office for questioning. So it’s been at least a day, almost two. Probably. The voices in the hall fade, they must be off to discuss your situation with someone who might be able to make the decision. They’ve already searched you and your pack - already confirmed you’re not a spy for the Empire - so what’s the hold up?

You don’t hear a set of footsteps approaching the door, too wrapped up in your own anxieties about what might happen if they don’t let you in. Which is probably why you jump half a foot in your chair when the door slides open. It reveals a woman, dark hair and sharp features, deep green flight suit tied at her waist. She’s pretty, although she’s clearly not sure what to make of you just yet as she eyes the binders at your wrists.

“What do you do?” She asks, arms folded as she leans against the doorframe. You don’t answer straight away, not sure if it might be some kind of test, but at least she doesn’t look overly annoyed that she has to repeat her question to get an answer.

“Pilot, mechanic, fucking janitor - whatever, honestly.”

“Triple threat,” Her voice is even, but she’s fighting a smile that gives her away immediately. Not a test, then. “What kind of experience you got?”

Shara has to admit that the rumours of a surviving member of the Corellian spy ring had piqued her interest. Jet fuel runs in the blood there, it’s a safe bet that whoever the generals had spent the better part of forty eight hours grilling has more than enough experience to hop straight into a starfighter. And with heavy losses in recent months, pilots are something the Rebellion is desperately short on.

So she isn’t shocked when you start listing every planetside transport, every planet hopper, cargo freighter, gunship, and starfighter you’ve ever worked on or flown. The list is extensive, impressive honestly. It dwarfs the experience of many of her colleagues, and Shara can’t help the thrum of excitement in her veins. Not only are you an experienced pilot, but you’re a mechanic - a scrapper, the rebels need more scrappers. Too many politicians, too many people who are far too used to having every resource in the galaxy at their disposal. It’s a glimmer of hope, she realises, in a night becoming all too dark for anyone’s liking.

“So, you can fly anything?” Shara asks, no longer hiding the wide grin on her face.

“Anything.”

You’ll fit right in, she decides - there and then.

And you do, you slot in like you’ve lived your whole life orbiting Yavin.

They drill you like there’s no tomorrow, you’ve got the deep muscle aches to prove it but it’s thrilling. Your back hurts and it’s everything you ever wanted it to be. Where the Corellian spy ring was all sneaking and secrets, the Rebel base on Yavin IV is a full scale production. Every daylight hour is spent running the same manoeuvres in the main four fighters - before you know it, you could fly any one of them with your eyes closed. Despite the pain and the exhaustion and the repetitive nature of the training, you love it. But you’ve got your eyes on the prize.

A coveted position in one of the primary starfighter squadrons has conveniently opened up, its previous placeholder reassigned, and you’re not the only one who’s sure that the fourth bunk in Green Squadron’s barracks has your name on it.

“I know I don’t see you coming for my track time.” Shara Bey’s voice is loud and clear over the buzz of the hangar, and you can’t keep the smile off your face despite the ache deep in your bones.

“Maybe I am, are you finally gonna do something about it?”

Shara launches herself at you the moment you set your datapad down, a boisterous laugh echoing off the ships. You’re steadily climbing the ranks in training, the years of experience already under your belt make you more confident in the cockpit than the other new recruits and you’re not afraid to pull a stunt or two. A flawless dead drop recovery had earned more than a few nods of approval from some of the qualified pilots. Although the Commander overseeing the recruit training made it clear that it was definitely what landed you with patrol maintenance duty on top of your usual drills in the first place.

“I talked to Draven.” She says, and your stomach flips. You’re leaps and bounds ahead of the other recruits, for sure, but nobody seems to want to sign off on your training. There’s always something about required hours or simulation times or more drills. You’re starting to get the feeling that, while you’ve got enough support from your would-be colleagues, no one in command wants you in the air at all.

“I told you I would!”

“I know, I know. But look, if I ask it’s more like an endorsement.”

“Shara-” You’re talking over one another, but not missing a single word. It’s a talent that leaves the commanding officers astounded more often than not.

“He said he’d think about it, which in command language means no-”

“Tell me there’s a but.”

“But,” She grins widely, “He told me if you get this next info grab done, he’ll put in a good word with my commanders. And my commanders know I’m not going in the air unless you’re at my nine o’clock.”

Shara’s been far more welcoming than just about everyone since the moment she’d rocked up to your interrogation room and asked about your experience. And, over the moon to find you wandering around the halls and out of the binders, she’d spent the whole of your first night curled up in your bunk in the recruit barracks - recounting every little bit of drama she could think of. By the morning, you know who was dating who, who wasn’t happy about it, which crews were rivals, and which held the fastest course runs. Hers, obviously .

You weren’t as forthcoming with your own journey, only mentioning that you’d run with some rebels for a while on your home planet, made a few detours along the way - she didn’t seem too surprised, and you wondered how much of that she knew already. Ran’s voice, still, in the back of your mind reminding you that everybody has an agenda . But her eyes were so open, so kind, you’ve yet to see that slip. Shara Bey might be the first genuinely good person you’ve ever met.

“And Kes’s crew is due to swing by tomorrow, in case you’ve changed your mind.” She winks, although she already knows you well enough to know you won’t take her up on the offer.

It had come up that first night, somewhere along the way, when she’d started lamenting about the pitiful state of the dating pool. Not something she had to worry about anymore, thank God, but a nightmare nowadays if you were after anyone who didn’t have history with someone in their own crew. She was happy to get her boyfriend to set you up with one of his friends - Pathfinders, never on base long enough to establish a history with anyone, fine enough to pass the time, and strong enough to manhandle you a little. If that’s what you’re into.

You’d still been a little wary of sharing too many details about your history, something about how you weren’t interested muttered in the dark over the quiet breathing of the other new recruits. You could only tell her that you didn’t expect to see him again. He’d gone home, you didn’t even know where home was. She’d understood, with an arm around your shoulders and an attentive ear if you ever wanted to share more, although she made it clear that the offer of a muscular pair of emotionally unattached Pathfinder arms was always open.

It’s close to a year since you got scooped up by their spies for asking about the Rebellion, but Shara’s never failed to make it seem like much longer. Like you’ve been best friends, sharing lunches and secrets on the landing pad in the shade of her A-Wing for your whole lives. Even now, she’s looking at you like she knows you - backwards, forwards, sideways, inside out. Truth be told, she kind of does. It’s a closeness you’re sure you’ve never had with anyone, and you know you wouldn’t give it up for anything.

“Someone came here last week having never left his planet before and they put him on the training roster. You’ve logged more flight time than any recruit I’ve ever seen and we didn’t even have to teach you in the first place. I know you’re Draven’s golden child, but he can’t keep you on the ground forever, kid.”

“You can’t call me ‘kid’, I’m older than you.” You laugh, shoving her shoulder with your own.

“You’re ruining the moment.” She winks, pressing a kiss to your temple before she waves at a commander calling her name and makes her way to her ship.

The datapad beeps a reminder from its resting place on your tool trolley, you need to pack for your intel grab. It shouldn’t be a long trip, Draven had assured you, a simple in and out: information in exchange for protection and transport to the base. Protection and transport optional. He makes the hard decisions, you’ve learned during your time running the smaller missions for intelligence. The more important runs get given to rebels like Cassian Andor and the group of mercs you’d seen filing into the command room a few days ago. It was an odd combination, seeing people like that somewhere like this, and you know you shouldn’t have stared but you couldn’t help yourself. Weapons strapped to every empty space on each body, armour and clothes on a number of species from all across the galaxy. One of them had looked jarringly like you, although you hadn’t really gotten a good look at their face before they’d disappeared.

Just this mission, and you’d be in the air next week. Hopefully. It’s enough to get your feet moving towards the barracks to pack.

You only need the basics, a change of clothes and some medkit refills. Just in case. Except there’s still an empty space when you zip it shut, sitting heavy between your neatly folded shirts and the top of the bag, and you keep looking at your blanket. It gets cold in hyperspace, a voice in the back of your mind pipes up, and you decide that’s good enough reason as any to fold it in alongside your supplies. It smells solidly of the clean soap of your bedsheets, his scent - Din’s scent, a mix of metal and warmth - had faded before you even plucked up the courage to go looking for the Rebellion, all those months ago. You still hold it to your nose for a moment, just to check, before it too gets folded and laid in the top of your pack.

Now you’re ready.

Din isn’t overly fond of Nevarro. It’s not an unbearable heat, the dry plains are to thank for that, but he’s not a fan of days where the wind picks up and carries the sulphur of the lava fields under the lip of his helmet. The covert welcomed him back, more or less with open arms - though he’s not sure if their ever-dwindling numbers might have had anything to do with the warm reception. He hadn’t let them go without a cut of his pay for every job he’d done for Ran, always sending something back to the foundlings, so at least he hadn’t totally abandoned them. The Armourer decided he should be their beroya , their bounty hunter, and within days he found himself tracking a quarry in a system he’d never heard of. It was easy, really, to take the skills he’d garnered all his life and apply them to this. Paz had laughed with the familiarity of an old friend and told him that if a skinny thing like Din was their beroya , they were all fucked. So at least no one was openly angry that he’d left them.

The guild rep slides a puck across the table, metal scraping against the stone, and the blue hologram flickers. The human man staring back at him is unassuming, but the notes suggest otherwise. A former senator’s assistant, with strong connections to both the Empire and the Rebellion. Din nods, flicking the puck off and tucking it into his pocket without another word.

His loyalty is to the covert, to the Mandalorians. It always has been and it always will be. This is the way. But one mention of the Rebellion has his mind surging back to thoughts of you. Everything in his life seems to. Every time he sets foot on the Crest all he can see is you, bent double with your head in an access panel and a greasy rag tucked into the back of your pants. He’d see the sun and remember how you always used to turn your face to it, just for a moment, whenever the team ran jobs planetside. You’d never told him where you came from, but Ran had let bits and pieces slip over the years. In the looming shadow of the Razor Crest, Din wonders if you ever made it off the station. If you decided to drop everything and find the rebellion, the way you said you would when you were half asleep on his chest, your mind fucked out and hazy. He hopes you did.

The tracking fob brings him to a semi populated planet, somewhere near the border of the Unknown Regions. Vast swathes of land and water are completely uncolonised, left to nature, only a few cities dotted here and there over the whole planet. The bounty is evidently in possession of some brains, having chosen a mid-sized city to get lost in, and Din is almost disappointed that he knows it won’t take long. Wishes he’d picked a different puck, a little further away. Just to keep his mind occupied and out of more dangerous territories.

He stays vigilant, but pays no mind to the beeping of the fob on his belt. He can steal a moment, he thinks, to take in the area. To live the life of some extravagant explorer in his mind while he does a little recon, the life he might have led before it was cruelly snatched away in seconds on Aq Vetina. The last thing he expects to see when he walks into that crumbling little cantina is you.

Din spins on his heel and is out of the door almost as soon as he enters, slipping down the alley to the side of the building to catch his breath. He’s fairly sure you don’t notice - but his mind is reeling, echoes of the vows he swore as a child and the Armourer’s words swirl in his ears.

His loyalty is to the covert. His loyalty is to the covert. His loyalty is to the covert.

But he only sees you. The way you always had time for him back on the station, how you told the others where they could shove it but always gave him a smile. You went above and beyond to help him without complaint when he asked, only ever got snippy with him when someone else had pissed you off first. He still remembers the way you felt in his hands, how you sounded, how you tasted. He still thinks about it on quiet nights, more often than he should. This is not the place to remember, there’ll be time for that later, although his body needs another minute to be completely convinced.

All he feels is guilt, once the blood comes back up to his brain. Guilt over the covert, over his vows and his creed and his people. But what’s more convincing is the guilt he has over you. Over how he just walked away, left you sleeping, and took the ship you’d spent months working on. Even if you were the one who told him to take it. You’re beautiful, still. Of course you are, you always have been to him.

You notice when he walks in this time.

The sunlight streaming in from a window catches on the glass of his visor and your heart jumps into your throat. You don’t know if he’s spotted you yet, as he takes a seat at a table by the door angled away from you. Logically, you’d say it could be any Mandalorian. But you spent countless hours studying the way he moves, you had to know his gait to know if walking around a corner would get you killed or not. It almost had on more than one occasion. You could recognise his footsteps anywhere.

The untrained eye would think him relaxed, as relaxed as a man in head to toe armour can be, but you know better. There’s a tension in his shoulders, the same he used to get when Xi’an made another move on him with that grating giggle or Qin handled a blaster too roughly. His hand sits on his thigh, fingers splayed, ready to find the smooth contours of his blaster at any moment. Ever the soldier, never quite at ease. Apart from the last time you thought you’d ever see him, it seemed.

He leaves before you’re even done with your drink, sitting there for barely five minutes when he throws a couple of credits on the table for a drink he didn’t buy and stalks out. You sigh and down the rest of your drink, hoping it’ll quell the nausea rising in your stomach. It doesn’t, but you follow him out all the same.

You’re sure you were right behind him, weaving through the slowly emptying streets as the sun sets and the chill of the night begins to settle in, but now he’s nowhere to be found. Until you feel a set of eyes land heavily on your shoulders. You turn, slowly, and catch a glimpse of where he ducked into a narrow alley. The city’s full of them, but you’re certain he hadn’t been there when you passed it.

A long moment passes when you’re swallowed by the shadow of the buildings towering either side of you, a moment where he just watches you. You can’t deny you’re watching him too, carefully surveying his armour for new nicks and scrapes. There’s more than you’d like to admit to caring about.

“What are you doing here?” He breaks the silence, the tension, first. You shrug.

“Working, what are you doing here?”

Din holds a small round disk in his palm, arm stretching out towards you as the holo flickers to life and you’re faced with your contact for the intel drop.

“Working.”

Fuck.

And that’s when a really, really bad idea starts to take shape.

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channajen · 2 months

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THE HORROR AND THE WILD

A Danny Phantom Songfic (~2300 words)

Song by The Amazing Devil (Joey Batey and Madeleine Hyland) “The Horror and the Wild”

Lyrics in Bold Italics

(If you haven’t heard this song—go look it up now! It’s so good!!!)

Fic by Channahjen/Sivan5733

It had been over a decade since Amity Park fell to the armies of Pariah Dark. A decade filled with pain, regret, bitterness, and rage for the only surviving halfa. Danny spit the ecto out of his mouth and wiped his lips with the back of his hand.

“Again!” Fright Knight called to the King’s Apprentice.

Danny glared at the powerful ghost and fell into a ready stance. Fright Knight’s training was brutal and often pushed the halfa to his limits and beyond. Blade met blade at incredible speeds. Sparks flew as Soul Shredder nearly hit Danny’s armored torso. The young adult had spent many long hours in the nightmare realm after each failed block. It was a harsh consequence, but it taught the young ghost swordsmanship more quickly and thoroughly than any other method would.

A new challenger attacked from behind. Danny twirled, feinted high, and connected with a brutal low kick to the weakest part of his opponent’s armor. The other ghost screamed as icy spikes cut through his abdomen and ripped a hole in the ectoplasm. Had Danny kicked any higher, he would have shattered his opponent’s core, but the halfa was in the habit of not ending his opponents—despite the fact that his “Master” preferred that he do.

Fright Knight stepped back and watched as a third adversary entered the battle. Danny did not hesitate to take this one down as well. The Spirit of Fear looked on in approval.

“You were raised by wolves and voices Every night I hear them howling deep beneath your bed They said it all comes down to you You're the daughter of silent watching stones You watch the stars hurl all their fundaments In wonderment, at you and yours, forever asking more”

Danny wasn’t privy to his trainer’s thoughts. If he had ever guessed the truth behind the Knight’s motivations, he certainly didn’t entertain those notions for long. As it was, he was blind to the machinations guiding his every moment since he had failed to seal Pariah away. Danny dispatched his final opponent, stood back, eyes a frosty blue as he watched for Fright Knight’s next instructions. The halfa didn’t hate his trainer—he hated that his “Master” rested the other ghosts’ wellbeing on Danny’s compliance. Danny turned his thoughts to Pariah.

“You are that space that's in between Every page, every chord and every screen You are the driftwood and the rift You're the words that I promise I don't mean”

“Boy!” Fright Knight barked, breaking into Danny’s concentration. “I said we are finished for the time being. You have done well today. You are dismissed. We will resume later at the usual time.”

Danny blinked as he took in the words and stalked towards the center of the Keep, where the servant areas were located. He quickly found himself before the door leading inside and allowed himself a second to remember why he kept going. He remembered his last day on Earth all too well. He thought about his friends and allies that rallied to try and take down the Tyrant King. Their song echoed in his mind.

“We're drunk but drinking (sunk but sinking) They thought us blind (we were just blinking) All the stones and kings of old will hear us screaming at the cold”

His family’s voices called to his core.

"Remember me, " I ask

His friends’ voices echoed the song.

"Remember me, " I sing

His core responded as Pariah’s mocking face appeared in his mind.

“Give me back my heart, you wingless thing”

He silently repeated his vow to the one who stole his everything.

“Think of all the horrors that I promised you I'd bring I promise you, they'll sing of every time You passed your fingers through my hair and called me child Witness me, old man, I am the wild”

“One day,” he told himself, one day Pariah Dark would pay for all he has done. Danny collected his thoughts, took a deep, unnecessary breath, and went inside to change out of his practice armor. It wouldn’t be long before he was summoned to his nightly “audience” with the King.

Pariah Dark sat in his anteroom going over the daily reports from his servants. He was pleased to note that his vassals had finally procured the necessary items that would allow him to engage the thrice-damned Yetis in the Far Frozen. They, along with the ghosts in the Acropolis, were two of the biggest rebel factions left in his realm. They had been quiet lately—too quiet for Pariah’s taste. He would much rather mow them down on the field of battle than deal with their sneak attacks on his holdings. He flipped through the scrolls until he found the one he enjoyed reading the most: Fright Knight’s daily progress report on his apprentice. Pariah would never admit it aloud, but he found the foolish young ghost amusing. He knew that having the boy trained in the ways of warriors was slightly risky, but with every opponent the boy felled—even if the stubborn brat currently refused to end his wretched opponents—the ghost child’s rage grew. The Dark King laughed. In a century or two, the halfa would be mired so deep in his hatred that wouldn’t even realize he had been corrupted. All was going according to plan.

A servant came to Pariah’s door. “He is here, my lord.”

The ghost king smiled, and the servant visibly withered in his terror. “You may go. See that we are left alone.”

“Yes, my lord.” The servant escaped with his afterlife only because the king was looking forward to toying with his pet halfa.

Pariah sauntered into his throne room and watched his apprentice enter the area. The boy was standing tall and displayed no fear. The ghost king really needed to find a suitable reward for the general of his armies. He was thoroughly pleased at the way Fright Knight was molding the child into a suitable knight for his king. He studied the young ghost standing before his throne.

“You are the son of every dressing-up box And I am time itself, I slow to let you play I steal the hours and turn the night into day”

Danny kept his eyes on the clasp on Pariah’s cloak. He had learned early-on not to stare the king directly in the eye because he could not keep his emotions in check if he did. He despised the monarch more and more with every turn of the day. He took a deep breath and steadied himself for whatever mind-games Pariah was planning for the evening. He hoped he would be strong enough to not fall into a blind rage again. Danny would hold on. He would mold his anger into a weapon. He would learn, and one day, he would END the bastard that killed everyone he held dear.

“By day, oh Lord, three things I pray That I might understand as best I can How bold I was, could be, will be, still am, by God, still am”

Pariah chuckled at the barely restrained rage written so plainly on the boy’s face. He found it amusing that the child thought he could hide his feelings by avoiding eye contact. “So, child, is today the day you are going to depose me and take my throne?” His tone was mocking. “We can make it a spectator event.” He chuffed. “I’ll even give the husks of your ‘family’ front-row seats. How does that sound, boy?”

Danny’s fists clenched; his knuckles were white. He hissed in an unneeded breath and let it out slowly before he answered. “No thank you, sir. Not today.” The “but soon” went unsaid.

Pariah cackled wildly, then called a servant for refreshment. The ghost child really was his favorite pet.

An unseen, silent watcher looked down into the room.

“Fret not, dear heart, let not them hear The mutterings of all your fears The fluttering of all your wings”

“It won’t be long, now, Daniel.”

Time passed. Fright Knight pushed Danny ever harder. He threw multiple opponents the boy’s way. He drilled the halfa in tactics, warfare, and leadership. He used the boy’s emotions to make him stronger, faster, ever deadlier. Still, Danny did not end those he fought. He held on to that part of himself that recognized Pariah as his only true enemy. He knew what and who he was facing; Fright Knight made sure that Pariah did not.

Pariah kept track of the “human” calendar to make sure that Danny got “special attention” every time the anniversary of Danny’s capture rolled around. The evil ghost loved taunting the halfa; reminding the boy of his failures and inadequacies was his favorite pastime—next to violence and bloodshed.

The fifteenth anniversary of the Slaughter at Amity Park marked the day Danny reached the end of his ability to endure the Dark King’s existence. Pariah spent the entire morning taunting the half-ghost about the city he had failed to protect. The king’s words grated against Danny’s Obsession like sandpaper scoring his core. Danny couldn’t take anymore.

When the elder ghost asked the typical evening’s question of “Are you going to challenge me today, boy?” He was completely gob smacked by Danny’s simple answer of “yes.”

It didn’t take long for Pariah to regain his composure. He doubled over in laughter. “Really, now, boy? Are you sure about that? You are that ready to end your existence, child?”

Danny looked him dead in the eye. “It’s time.”

Pariah chuckled. He knew the boy wouldn’t be able to take his crown. He trusted his servants’ reports on the boy’s prowess and strength. He decided that he would beat the child senseless and lock him in the dungeon for a few hundred years for his insolence. That would put the boy in his place.

Two hours later, Danny stood in the center of a crowded arena. Pariah wanted to make an example of the ghost child. Everyone within quick flying distance was packed into the viewing stands around the open battle area; everyone wanted to see the fight.

Danny wore his best armor, recently gifted to him by Fright Knight. His core was screaming for him to tear the crown off of the old ghost’s head. He was unafraid and ready for vengeance.

Pariah stood a stone’s throw away for the defiant halfa. He was also dressed in his best armor—plus his cape, crown, and ring. He smirked at his opponent. “I won’t go easy on you boy.”

“Ditto.” Danny spat back.

Before anyone could blink, Pariah flew at Danny with his sword raised. Danny effortlessly blocked him, spun around, and kicked Pariah’s sword from his hand. The crowd was silent. The king stared at his hand and then back at his sword laying on the ground, confusion written plainly on his face. Danny stood back, smirked, and opened his arms, inviting Pariah to try again.

“Welcome to the storm, I am thunder Welcome to my table, bring your hunger”

Pariah snarled and grabbed a dagger from his boot. Danny waited until the last second to dodge; his foot caught the elder ghost in the neck. Pariah flew backwards and hovered haphazardly in the air. “BOY!” Pariah threw a fireball at Danny, who responded with an ecto-blast to the king’s face. Pariah threw up a shield, and the crowd gasped. This was not going according to plan. The king narrowed his eyes and looked over to his supposedly loyal Fright Knight. The ghost in question didn’t acknowledge him.

Then Danny went on the offensive. Before Pariah could move, he found himself skewered and trapped by ice spikes. The halfa then flew at the trapped ghost and rammed his armored gauntlet directly into Pariah’s face. Ectoplasm flew. The ghost king tried to use fire to melt Danny’s ice, but it remained solid. Danny gave in to the rage.

“Think of all the horrors that I promised you I'd bring I promise you, they'll sing of every time You passed your fingers through my hair and called me child Witness me, old man, I am the wild”

Danny’s ice-reinforced fist rammed into Pariah each time a new voice sang in his mind.

The first was Jazz:

“Remember me”

The next was Maddie:

“Remember me”

Then Jack:

Remember me

Then Tucker:

Remember me

Then Sam:

Remember me

Then Mr. Lancer:

Remember me

Pariah’s broken form was lying in a pile of ice shards. There were no sounds in the arena at all, except for Danny’s unneeded breathing. His gaze turned to the crowds, and he spoke:

"Remember me, " I ask "Remember me, " I sing

Then he turned back to Pariah.

“Think of all the horrors that I promised you I'd bring I promise you, they'll sing of every time You passed your fingers through my hair and called me child”

Danny thrust his hand through the king’s armor and into his chest. Pariah could feel the ice around his core. Danny stared him in the eye.

“Witness me old man, I am the”

Danny crushed Pariah’s core, and the king knew no more. His broken form turned to ash and drifted away on the non-existent wind. The crown and the ring hit the ground with a clatter and broke the deafening silence. Danny looked at the objects on the ground in front of him and breathed out an icy breath.

“Think of all the horrors that I promised you I'd bring I promise you, they'll sing of every time You passed your fingers through my hair and called me child Witness me, old man, old man, old man, I am the”

END

***All credit to Joey and Madeleine of the Amazing Devil for their awesome inspiration and music!***

#danny phantom #dp au #songfic #“Reign Storm” AU #major character death #violence/fighting

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The One

Pairing: Park Sunghoon x afab! reader

Genre: fluff, good-girl bad-boy, soulmate,

Warnings: bad-boy behavior, some mean comments, some violence, sort of sexual assault - a guy who can’t take a no and tries to force a kiss, talking about loosing parents to sickness and accidents, I think that’s it let me know if I’ve missed something

Wordcount: ≈ 7k

I named the bad guy Kim Youngmin and if any idol or actor has this name I do not mean to illustrate that person - my Kim Youngmin is a fictional person who has no resemblance to any living or dead person.

In this soulmate au, you find your soulmate in many different ways but our lovely pairing can find each other by being able to hear the other’s thoughts when they are in pain after having touched each other once, then once they have established a connection - touching more times - they can speak through a mind link, meaning whenever they want they can speak with their soulmate in their minds.

italics are thoughts or mind-linking

(Y/n)’s POV

I was jealous. Angry. Furious even. How come all my friends are finding their soulmates but I’m not? For the past 3 years now, I have tried everything I can think off but I come up empty. Do I not have a soulmate? I must have one… Right? “Come on (Y/n), you’ll find your soulmate eventually, now smile,” My best friend Kim Sunoo said as he gave me his signature bright smile. “Shut up Sunoo, just because you’ve found your soulmate… knnmn” I just murmured something inaudible for the last part. Honestly, I love Sunoo. He’s my best friend and has always been there for me so I am truly happy that he found his soulmate a few weeks ago but I want to find mine as well because when I see Sunoo with his soulmate they just look so happy. I want to feel that too. “I love you too, and you know me. I’ll never shut up!” “I love you, you know that but can I please just sulk in peace for once?” “Hmm, nope! Come on now miss ‘Top of the class’ we have to go unless you want to be late for the first time ever,” Sunoo gave me a cheeky smile before he pulled me up from my spot on my favorite bench, the bench that has the perfect view of the garden where I can just forget about my problems and admire the world. We began walking while talking about the homework from yesterday, we didn’t really look in front of us as we were so focused on discussing the right answer to a question which is why we both missed that someone else was walking there. All of a sudden I bumped into something hard, startled I let out a tiny screech before I heard Sunoo gasp and pull my arm. I opened my eyes and met clothes of leather, oh no. The only guy who dresses like this and not in the uniform is… Park Sunghoon. The school’s very own Bad Boy. He’s a year above Sunoo and myself, and he’s the last person you should bump into. He looked down at me with piercing eyes and even though I saw anger in them and felt scared I couldn’t help but admire them at the same time because they were so deep, so beautiful, and so full of emotions. And anyone who didn’t think Sunghoon was hot, was lying to themselves. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to walk into you” “Look in front of you next time,” He muttered before he walked off. “Holy shit, (Y/n) you just had a k-drama moment with the Park Sunghoon,” “Shut up, let’s just go before he changes his mind about letting me off nicely.”

Third person POV

(Y/n) and Sunoo continued walking to the classroom but this time in silence as they both felt weird after the interaction with the infamous bad boy. Never before had anyone gotten away with such a slight warning from Sunghoon, he was notoriously known for at least threatening to hit the other person or pushing them and saying some harsh words but this time all he did was give (Y/n) a stern look and a verbal somewhat nice warning. Why did he suddenly treat (Y/n) differently from others? Some might think it was because (Y/n) is a female but no, other times when girls have bothered Sunghoon he has treated them the exact same way as he would with a guy. Neither (Y/n) nor Sunghoon had noticed the slight spark that appeared between them when they accidentally touched each other.

As Sunghoon walked away he too was shocked; his heart had acted up by skipping a beat as his eyes met the eyes of that girl. He didn’t understand it. That had never happened to him before. No girl he had dated previously had ever given him this feeling. As he kept walking his annoyed feeling kept rising and all he wanted to do was release it, so he did. By kicking a trashcan. A teacher saw him do this but as Sunghoon looked towards the teacher with eyes that almost seemed to be on fire the teacher felt a shiver of fear strike through him so he decided to leave it be this time instead of confronting the bad boy. Sunghoon sighed as he continued on his journey toward his class because even if he is a bad boy he does attend most of his classes.

(Y/n)’s POV

The class was quite boring as I already knew everything the teacher said because I actually studied… Unfortunately, Sunoo and I didn’t sit near each other for this class which sucks because the closest person to me is a real jerk who doesn’t understand what a ‘No’ is. His name is Kim Youngmin. Youngmin is one of the most popular guys at school, personally, I hate him. For the last 3 years, he has constantly been asking me out and no matter how many times I say that I am not interested he doesn’t get it. And lately, he has become more relentless with his approaches. More often than not he has turned to using violence in order to force me to agree on going on a date with him because he is sure I have to be his soulmate but I am quite sure we are not soulmates. Because of this unfortunate development, Sunoo tries to walk with me wherever I go so that Youngmin isn’t given a chance to approach me. However, today that wasn’t possible as he had to stay behind with the teacher to discuss an extra credits project he wanted to do. I quickly hurried out of the classroom hoping that Youngmin wouldn’t be able to see where I was going with all the other students rushing out at the same time. Alas, luck was not on my side as he could see exactly where I was going and of course, he followed me. My plan had been to hide out in the hallway that Park Sunghoon usually spent his breaks in because as it sort of was known as ‘Sunghoon’s property’ people tended to avoid using it. And I could sit there and study while waiting for Sunoo who knew where I would be waiting for him.

I walked as quickly as I could and I did not dare look behind me because I had no where to run if I saw Youngmin walking behind me. For some reason, I sort of hoped that Sunghoon would be in his infamous hang-out spot. I don’t know why I wished for this, perhaps I hoped that Youngmin would be too scared to approach me in the presence of Sunghoon, or perhaps I hoped that Sunghoon would defend me - to be fair, he had given me special treatment earlier that day who was to say he wouldn’t do it again. Just as I turned into the somewhat darker hallway my heart stopped, it was empty, and I could hear the confident stomping of Youngmin behind me… I was cornered, the hallway was a dead end, and I was alone, with no one to stand between me and the devil who won’t leave me alone.

“How nice of you to choose a quiet place for us to spend some time together” I turned around slowly to be met with Youngmin standing just a few centimeters away from me. I began shaking, this wasn’t good. With a shaky voice, I managed to whisper an answer. “I don’t want to talk with you,” Youngmin answered with a cocky scoff. “Oh we don’t need to talk baby, I think you would enjoy some much more intimate actions” “What!?!” Fear struck through me, what was he going to do? I wanted to scream for help but no sound left my mouth after the ‘what’. He pushed me against a wall, so hard that I had to chip for air as all the oxygen was forced out of my lungs. He kept pushing me back into the wall with such force that I began losing feeling in my hands. Please, help. Someone. Help. I kept asking for help in my mind as I couldn’t open my mouth, but I knew no one would hear me. It was useless. “All of this would have been so much easier if you had just accepted that you are my soulmate,”

Sunghoon’s POV

Last class of the day, sweet. I was gonna head home to get some sleep as I had stayed up a little too late last night watching a series. I began slowly walking away, first talking with one of the few people I call friends - Lee Heeseung, my one school friend. We talked about everything and nothing before we had to split up to go to our separate lockers. As I stood by my locker gathering my things I felt a weird feeling, like an ice-cold breeze, and then I heard a distorted whisper saying ‘help’. I looked around me but no one else was in the hallway with me. Then I heard it again but this time a little louder and clearer, a female voice once again saying help. That weird feeling kept growing on me and all of a sudden the voice turned into a scream that caused my heart to race quicker than ever. I began running, not even closing my locker, I didn’t know where I was running but my body just knew and so I thought that maybe, just maybe this had something to do with my soulmate. I had yet to meet them, so perhaps this could be the time for me to finally meet them. After a minute of running, I realized where I was heading, my favorite hallway - the one that was a little darker and guaranteed privacy. As I turned the corner into the hallway I saw a guy standing facing a wall with what seemed to be a girl between him and the wall. I could hear the voice very clearly in my head screaming for help. I saw how the guy's hands were going white from using so much strength, he was holding this girl forcefully against the wall. He didn’t seem to notice me so I slowly crept closer to them. “Just stay still and let me kiss you dammit, you’ll see that you’re my soulmate after that,” My blood began to boil, no way. That was my soulmate, I think at least, and there is no way I’ll let him touch her.

(Y/n)’s POV

I kept asking for help in my head hoping that a miracle would happen and someone, anyone would come here. I knew it was too early for Sunoo to be done with speaking to our teacher but I prayed that he would come around the corner and save me. “Just stay still and let me kiss you dammit, you’ll see that you’re my soulmate after that,” I slightly shook my head and tried to fight against his hold on my arms but it was no use, he was much stronger than me. “Keep your disgusting mouth to yourself,” All of a sudden Youngmin was ripped away from me and a dark voice spoke out angrily. I ended up falling to the floor as Youngmin kept his hold on my arms for a second when he was ripped away. As I looked up from the floor to my savior, I was surprised, to say the least. I didn’t even need to see the guy’s face to know who it was as his leather-clad back and tall figure was enough to let me know that Park Sunghoon had come to my rescue. The Park Sunghoon. Notorious bad boy had just saved me. Youngmin lay on the floor, face full of fear as he looked up to be met with Sunghoon’s, what I assume to be, angry face. “Com- come on man, I was just having some fun with my soulmate,”

Sunghoon’s POV

“Com- come on man, I was just having some fun with my soulmate,” The guy, who I now saw was Kim Youngmin, tried to defend his actions but he only ended up making me more furious than I already was. “Didn’t look like she was having much fun to me. And, if she was your soulmate I doubt you would have to act like this. I’ll give you one warning - come close to her again and I’ll beat the shit out of you.” He was still seated on the floor and he backed away until his back hit the wall. I slowly walked closer to him and lowered myself before I gave him an evil smile while I lightly (or rather harshly) patted his cheek. “Do we have a deal, Youngmin?” I saw that he looked behind me towards the girl whom I did not know the name of, I corrected his eyes to me with a push on his cheek. “3 seconds until the deal is off and I beat the shit out of you right here, right now…” He shrunk back even more and lowered his eyes. “Deal” He rushed out. I gave him a wicked smile, “Good choice, and remember I will know if you try anything… Now, get out of here,” He quickly got up and ran away as fast as he could. I turned around to find the girl on the floor holding her wrists with silent tears running down her face, I could see her slightly trembling as well. Once again I heard the voice in my head and now I was certain that she is my soulmate. Sunghoon. It was just my name, but who else would be thinking of my name right now?

I walked toward her and sat down in front of her, giving my kindest and most sincere smile, hoping she wasn’t scared of me. I recognized her as the girl who bumped into me this morning.

(Y/n)’s POV

Sunghoon sat down in front of me and he gave me a really sweet almost cute smile. A look I had never seen on him before. “Hey, I’m Park Sunghoon. And I think I’m your soulmate,” “(Y/n), (L/n) (Y/n),” “Are your wrists hurting?” I only nodded, this was weird. Park Sunghoon, bad boy, was sitting in front of me smiling as a prince from some Disney movie would, it just made no sense to me. “Are you afraid of me, (Y/n)?” I was shocked by the question but more so by how sad he sounded. I dared look up and meet his eyes for the first time since this morning, once again I found a plethora of emotions that danced around in his deep warm eyes. “A little, but not as much as before. I think I’m still shaken up from what happened with, him” As I said him I noticed how Sunghoon’s eyes darkened a little and how the right side of his mouth seemed to twitch a little - like an angry tick. “I’m sorry that you find me a little scary or intimidating, I guess I shouldn’t expect anything else though because of how I act. I’m also sorry that I didn’t get here sooner,” I gave him a surprised look as he apologized for not getting here sooner. “Why are you apologizing for that last part? How were you supposed to know I needed help? We’ve never spoken with each other prior to me bumping into you this morning, there is no reason for you to apologize for that,” “But I could hear you calling out for help. That’s why I said I think I’m your soulmate. I was by my locker and suddenly an ice-cold breeze came upon me and then I heard a voice, your voice, calling out for help and my body just ran on pure impulses until I came here to find you and that jerk. So I am apologizing for not getting here quicker when you needed me,” “You could here me in your head?” “Yeah, I also heard you saying my name right as I sat down in front of you a few minutes before,” “But I have never heard your voice in my head? Have you ever heard it before?” I gave him a confused look as I genuinely couldn’t understand how this made sense. “No I haven’t heard a voice like that before, it happened for the first time this afternoon. Let me try and think of something to see if you can hear me,” “Okay,” Sunghoon closed his eyes and seemed to think very hard and I tried my best to see if I could hear anything but all I heard was our breaths. He opened his eyes and smiled at me while tilting his head like a curious puppy. “I didn’t hear anything,” I was quite disappointed, I had hoped that he was right and that I finally found my soulmate but it didn’t seem like this was right. How come you hate me so much universe? You gave me hope that someone as hot as Sunghoon could be my soulmate only to fool me… “You think I am hot?” I snapped my head up so quickly that I think I gave myself whiplash, “What? How did you-” “I could hear you, you asked the universe why it hates you and why it gave you hope that someone as hot as I could be your soulmate,” Sunghoon had a look of pride on his face as he tried to once again prove that we were indeed soulmates. “How come you can hear me but I can’t hear you?” “Hmm, I don’t know but maybe it could have something to do with your wrists,” I looked down at my wrists, which were still red and very sore from the previous assault. “What do you mean?” “Well, I assume that you were here with him for a while, but I only heard you for a short time - perhaps from when you began feeling pain. I am not in any pain, hence you can’t hear me but you are in pain thus I can hear you. I could test it out, I could hit the wall and hurt my hand a little to see if you can hear me then,” “No! You shouldn’t do stupid stuff like that,” I instinctively reached for his hand when he made a fist with it and punched the air to stop him from doing what he said. We both ended up freezing over as I held his fist in my hands, a tingling feeling was spreading through my body and I assume the same for him as I saw him blinking rapidly. I began pulling my hands away when he quickly but gently reached out and grabbed my hands in his. “Please, can we just stay like this for a little longer?” I nodded as I couldn’t find any words, he looked so happy sitting there in the hallway holding my small hands in his large ones. I couldn’t help but smile a little at the childish look on his face. “We should get some ice for your wrists, you’ll most definitely get bruises there but if we ice them they shouldn’t be as bad. Do you have bandages and things at home?” “I don’t think so,” “If you’re okay with it then I can take you to my place, I have everything we could possibly need to treat your wrists. But I understand if you feel uncomfortable going home with me the first time we meet,” “I trust you, Sunghoon. You might seem scary sometimes but with the way you’ve acted now, I don’t think you’ll do anything to hurt me,” Sunghoon’s face became even brighter as he gave me a big smile. “Thank you for trusting me, (Y/n). Can you stand up?” I nodded before standing up, I tried not to use my hands so much to minimize the pain and I managed with some help from Sunghoon to keep me steady when I accidentally brushed my left arm against my leg and winced hard from the pain. “Okay, I just need to go to my locker and hope no one stole my phone or my keys. I kind of left it open when I ran to find you,” “Oh, well let’s hurry then,” We began walking in comfortable silence, I once again noticed how tall Sunghoon was compared to me and how fast he can walk. His long legs carried him with grace and speed across the floor while my short legs carried me slowly no matter how much I tried to keep up with him, I just couldn’t. So I did the first thing I could think of, Slow down you giant. Sunghoon came to an abrupt stop as he turned around to find me a few meters behind him. “Did you just call me a giant?” “Yes, I did. I know I said that we should hurry but can we hurry at my pace? You know, the person with short legs and slow pace…” He gave a hearty laugh. “You’re so cute. Okay, I’ll slow down for you,” We continued walking, this time at my pace, and Sunghoon made sure to stay beside me and not walk ahead of me. Once we arrived at his locker it was still opened and fortunately, all of his things lay inside, untouched. Which was probably for the best, because who would want to deal with a pissed Sunghoon? No one is the answer to that. “Oh, right. I have to text Sunoo,” Sunghoon raised his head as he heard an unfamiliar name. “Who’s Sunoo?” “Oh, he’s my best friend. I don’t know if you noticed him this morning but I was walking with him when I bumped into you,”

Third person POV

Sunghoon thought back to the morning incident and he did remember a black-haired boy walking beside (Y/n). He felt slight jealousy at the fact that his soulmate’s first thought was to text someone else and not spend time with him. “Why do you need to text him now?” Sunghoon must admit that it was stupid of him to be sulking over this and to be jealous, but he couldn’t help it. He had dreamt of meeting his soulmate for so long, had (Y/n) not done the same? Was she not happy about meeting him? “Because I was supposed to meet him in that hallway to go study together and I know he’ll be worried if he goes there and can’t find me. And, I need to tell him I finally found my soulmate!” Immediately, Sunghoon’s green monster died down and transformed into pure happiness. She was going to tell her friend about him.

Sunoo responded directly as he was waiting for his teacher to print out a paper. His answer was along the lines of: “THAT BASTARD DID WHAT? BEST FOR HIM THAT HE DOESN’T SHOW HIS FACE AGAIN!!! AND WOW, FINALLY, YOUR SOULMATE! BUT HOLY SHIT IT’S SUNGHOON, I WAS TOTALLY RIGHT THIS MORNING YOU HAD A K-DRAMA MOMENT! WHO’S THE BEST AT FORTUNE TELLING? I AM!!! WELL, BYE GOOD LUCK, AND DON’T FORGET ABOUT ME NOW THAT YOU HAVE A HOT BOYFRIEND”

Of course, he had to play the ‘I told you so’ card. Typical Sunoo. But he’s my best friend and I love him so I can’t blame him, and I would totally have done the same if the roles were reversed.

“I have everything, are you ready to go?” “Yeah, just one quick question.” “What?” “How do we get to your place? And if you say motorcycle, I’ll die,” “No, I might be a ‘bad boy’ but I actually don’t have a motorcycle. I have a car, and yes I can drive. Don’t worry, I won’t kill you” “Okay, that’s good. I’m terrified of motorcycles,” “Then, I promise to never buy one, or go on one,” “Good!” And so the newfound soulmates went out into the parking lot and Sunghoon showed the way to his car. They got in and he drove off towards his place. “Here we are!” As promised, he got them there safe and sound even though (Y/n) would argue that he drove a little too fast like all the time and Sunghoon would say that it was boring driving so slow. “Wow,” (Y/n) looked out in awe at the building - it was small yet beautiful though what really caught her attention was the marvelous garden. Grand bushes filled with bright red roses, two fruit trees, perhaps pear or apple, and some other flowers in wonderfully decorated groups all come to surround a dark park bench in the middle of the garden. Though the bench looked lonely. Worn out. It seemed to be the only thing in the entire garden that wasn’t being taken care of. It appeared as though the bench had been, abandoned. “(Y/n), hello? Earth to (Y/n)” (Y/n) shook her head as she came out of the daze she ended up falling into as she stared at the bench and the garden. “Sorry, the garden is just so, so. Beautiful,” “Like you then,” Sunghoon said as he gave his soulmate a wink along with his charming smile. “Stop it, I’m not that beautiful, anyway, what were you trying you say when I didn’t hear you?” “I was trying to ask if we should head inside so that we can actually ice down your wrists and everything?” “Oh, yeah. Sorry about spacing out,” “Don’t worry about it, I do that too out here sometimes,” And so the two got out of the car to then slowly tread over the green grass to the chestnut-brown front door. The interior was almost exactly like (Y/n) expected it to be. Messy. Dark. You know, the general bad boy design. The one thing that felt out of place was a small peach-colored glass vase on a wooden desk with a bouquet of the same red roses from the garden. On that same desk was a golden-specked black frame with a photo of Sunghoon and two other boys and a woman who was quite similar to Sunghoon, his mother (Y/n) presumed, he was a few years younger in the photo than what he is now. Sunghoon chuckled as (Y/n) was once again spaced out in his presence. Maybe I’m just not interesting, Sunghoon thought. After he took off his shoes, Sunghoon walked closer to (Y/n) and he carefully enveloped his arms around her shorter frame in a back hug which was when he realized what had stolen her attention.

Sunghoon’s POV

As I wrapped my arms around her body, I was filled with happiness. The feeling of finally holding my soulmate within my arms was unlike anything I’d ever felt before. Warmth, happiness, contentment, tranquility. At first, my eyes were closed as I took in the satisfaction of holding her but once I opened them I found the item which had stolen her attention away from me. For some reason, I felt jealous when her eyes weren’t on me as I had just found her after 4 long years. My eyes stared at the photo as my mind was filled with nostalgia and sentiment. “That’s my mother, she was an amazing mother. I often felt bad for her, dealing with me wasn’t always easy, I have always been headstrong and a troublemaker so raising me on her own must have been tough,” I rarely ever talk about my mother, or my childhood, but now, with (Y/n), it just felt so easy. I think (Y/n) understood that this was important to me so she simply stood there, listening, though I felt her relax back into my embrace which made me happy and it gave me more courage to continue telling her this story. “My father died when I was about 2 years old so I don’t remember him, it’s always been just my mother and me. Until I turned 7, that’s when I met Jay and Jake, the two other boys in the photo, they’re my best friends. In this photo, we’re 12 years old, I had just won my first competition in figure skating - yes I used to figure skate, it was the one thing I put my entire heart into without causing any trouble. Jay and Jake never bullied me or made fun of me for doing such a ‘girly’ or ‘lame’ sport, they actually found it fascinating to see me gliding over the ice. I didn’t think I would ever win a competition, but they said I would in every single one I entered. Unfortunately, I didn’t win every one but this was my fifth competition and my first win. Mom promised that if I got within the top three she would treat me and the 2 Js to dinner. So that’s where we are heading when my coach took this photo, this was my family - they still are. That’s why I keep this photo here so that the first thing I see when I come home is my family,” It felt good to finally say all that. It has been a while since I last told anyone. “Thank you for telling me Sunghoon, though you didn’t have to tell me so I hope you didn’t feel pressured to do so,” “I wanted to tell you, it just felt so right,” “Um, could I ask a question though?” “Well, darling. You just did but go ahead, you may ask another one,” “Oh shush. You don’t have to tell me, but you said that your mother was an amazing mother, is she no longer a good mother?” I sighed at her question. “No, she would still be an amazing mother had she been alive -” “I’m sorry, Sunghoon I didn’t know. I’m sorry,” (Y/n) quickly turned around in my embrace her watery sad eyes met my own, and I gave her a smile. “Don’t worry, I didn’t have to tell you. Isn’t it ironic though? Both of my parents have died, my father from some illness and my mother from an accident on the sea,” (Y/n) carefully enveloped her arms around me and leaned her head against my chest before she whispered out an I’m sorry. I tightened my arms around her and leaned my head against hers.

“Come on, let’s go to the living room so that I can treat your bruises,” She backed out of my arms even though I didn’t want her to but it was a must - for now, as soon as I could have her back in my arms I would make sure to keep her there. “Okay, let’s go,” I lead her over to the living room and told her to sit down on the couch while I get the supplies we need. I got two bandages, some soothing cream, two small towels, and lastly some frozen vegetables to cool the bruises down. I walked back to the living room and sat down on my knees in front of (Y/n) before I put all the things I was holding down on the floor. “Firstly we have to ice them down, this might be really uncomfortable but for about five minutes do you think you could sit with your hands out like this on your lap? So that we can ice down the largest area at the same time,” While I spoke I also tried to show her what I meant. “Yeah, I think I can handle that for a few minutes,” “Great,” She put her hands as I had shown her, and then she met my eyes with a questioning look as if asking: ‘What now?’ I wrapped up the frozen vegetables in the two towels and then carefully laid them down on her awaiting wrists. (Y/n) slightly flinched from the cold but then she giggled a little and I answered with a smile. “Okay, now we wait for a few minutes, and then we’ll put on some soothing cream and bandage them up. Would you like to talk or should we put on a movie or something while we wait?” “We could talk or watch a movie, I don’t mind either option,” “Okay, anything special you’d wanna talk about?” “Hmm, that’s a hard question haha. When you told me about that photo you said that you used to do figure skating, why don’t you anymore?” “From the moment I first stepped out on the ice I fell in love with the sport, I still love it, but after my mother’s death, it was hard for me to continue not for economic reasons but for the sentiment I always felt. I lost my concentration and one day during training I ended up falling and I got hurt, it wasn’t serious but for a month I couldn’t skate and during that time I missed it a lot but once I got back on the ice it just felt wrong. So I decided to quit, for a year after that I began dancing instead with Jay and Jake but I’m not really doing that anymore either,” “Wow, I’m sorry. Do you live alone here then?” “Yeah, the house belonged to my mother and she didn’t have any debt when she died so it was passed down to me. So it’s just me and all my stuff,” “Isn’t that lonely?” “Well, most of the time either Jay, Jake, or both of them come and stay with me so then it isn’t lonely but yeah I have to say, sometimes it does feel pretty lonely,” “I couldn’t imagine that, being alone so much. I have two younger brothers, who never leave me alone, and my parents as well so the house is always packed. Also, whenever I am not home with them I spend my time with Sunoo - the two of us have always been friends so he’s pretty much like my third brother or well twin I guess. I don’t think I have ever been alone in the way that you are,” Listening to how (Y/n) described her family and home life I felt lonelier than ever, having a house full of sound and life, sounds amazing. “Your family sounds lively, do you think they’d like me?” (Y/n) lifted her eyes from her arms to meet my eyes, a sweet smile on her lips. “Well, my brothers would definitely love you with this bad boy look of yours and my parents would like your personality once they get to know you - they might be a bit questioning at first because they will believe you’re some heartbreaker jerk or something but I know you’re not despite all the rumors going around at school,” “So you’ve heard all of the rumors, huh? I kinda hoped you hadn’t…” “Hey Sunghoon, look at me. It’s impossible to not hear those rumors - you’re kind of the talk of the town you know… But even before I knew you I could tell that the rumors about you being a heartbreaker weren’t true, maybe the rumors about you being part of some mafia or something but not you breaking everyone’s hearts for fun,” I was surprised that she could believe I was a gang member but not a heartbreaker. “I guess I do give off that impression. And just so you know, I am not a gang member - or a boss, I just have a tendency to act on my anger through violence - that started after I quit skating, I just get so angry and I don’t know how to deal with it unless I kick and punch,” “I’m glad you’re not in a gang but we should try to find some other way for you to deal with your anger other than through violence,” My heart skipped a beat as she said we, we should find some way for me to deal with my anger. Not that I should, but we. That’s right, I’m not alone anymore - I have her now, my (Y/n). I looked at the time on my phone and saw that it had been about five minutes. “Okay, we can remove the frozen vegetables now,” I removed them and put them on the table, then I put some soothing cream on the bruises, and lastly I bandaged them up so that the cream and do its thing. “There, you are all set for now!” “Thank you, Sunghoon” She moved her hands a little before she stood up from the couch and walked over to me, she threw her arms around me so that she could hug me. I quickly returned the hug, even when she tried to let go of me I didn’t let her. I didn't want to let go, so I just tightened my hold. “Sunghoon -” “Please, just for a little longer. I don’t want to let go, I don’t want to feel alone, just for a minute,” “Hey, I’m not leaving. I was just thinking it would be more comfortable if we sit down on the couch and we could watch a movie but still cuddle,” I loosened my hold and looked her in the eyes. “Yeah, that’s true. Sorry, I just love the feeling of holding you in my arms,” “Don’t apologize, Hoon, I love being in your arms too,”

Third person POV

They sat down on the couch, first a bit apart from each other while Sunghoon put on a movie for them to watch. Then, once the movie began they naturally moved closer to each other until (Y/n) ended up leaning against Sunghoon’s chest with her back as he had his arms around her, they both felt comfortable and relished in each other’s embraces. “Hey, (Y/n)?” “Hm, yeah?” “What would happen if Sunoo doesn’t like me? Cause you said he’s like your twin, what if he doesn’t like me?” “Sunghoon, even if I value Sunoo’s opinion, I wouldn’t let him not liking you keep me from being with my soulmate who happens to be you. And besides Sunoo definitely likes you, trust me,” Sunghoon looked down at (Y/n) as she turned her head so she could meet his gaze, they smiled at each other before they moved back to their original position. “It’s getting late, I should probably take you home or your family will get worried,” “Let me just go to the bathroom, which door is that by the way?” Sunghoon pointed in the direction of the bathroom and (Y/n) got up to walk toward it, Sunghoon began cleaning up all the things on the living room table.

Once she had locked the door, (Y/n) took out her phone from her pocket and dialed her mother’s number. “Hey mom, I’m sorry that this is with such short notice but would it be alright if I have a friend over for dinner?” “Hey honey, of course. Is it Sunoo?” “Um, no. It’s a new friend” “Oh, a new friend! How fun! Yes yes, bring them over!” “Thanks, mom, see you soon” “Bye, love you, darling,” (Y/n) let out a relieved sigh, now she just had to hope that Sunghoon would be okay with eating dinner along with her and her family. She then flushed the toilet and washed her hands before leaving the bathroom. Sunghoon was standing in the hall putting on his shoes. “Hey, Sunghoon,” “Yeah?” “What would you say if I invited you to eat dinner with me and my family tonight?” Sunghoon looked up at (Y/n) in shock. “That I am terrified but that I would love to either way,” “Great because I’ve kind of already told my mom that I’m bringing someone over for dinner,” “Well, let’s go then. I don’t want to be late for my first time meeting my soulmate’s family, don’t want to make a bad first impression,” And so the couple hurried out to the car and speed off toward (Y/n)’s home.

Luckily, (Y/n)’s family quickly took a liking to Sunghoon, and her parents were thrilled about her finally finding her soulmate. (I’m sorry to skip this interaction but this is already way too long - let me know if you would like to see another part where I write about the dinner)

After the dinner Sunghoon went back to his house feeling happy and at peace for the first time in a long time. Both Sunghoon and (Y/n) laid in bed that night just waiting for tomorrow to arrive so they could see the other again.

(Y/n)’s POV (in this part only Sunghoon’s mindlink is in italics)

I wonder how everything will be tomorrow at school. What if people stare at me? Hey, if anyone messes with you they’ll have to deal with me. Wait! Sunghoon!?! I could hear you, but I’m not in pain, are you? Can you hear me? Yes I can hear you, no I’m not hurt. I think maybe we’ve just developed our bond after spending so much time together. Oh yeah, that sounds reasonable. Well, good night. Soulmate. Good night to you too, my soulmate.

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ax-y10 · 10 months

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From the daylight (running from the daylight)

In which- Wilbur misses you now that you're gone, especially the light you gave him

Chapter info: angst, hurt/comfort, honestly sad, first angst I've written so it's kinda shit, use of Y/n, italics are the past, mentions of suicide (doesn't actually happen. You'll see what I mean), happier ending because I can't write entire angst, mention of car accident.

A/n: Daylight started playing on my Spotify when I was laying down and I bolted for my laptop because I immediately had this idea. Listen to daylight by David Kushner when reading this. If you are ever feeling down or in need of help, please visit this website to help with ways to cope and prevent suicide. Love you all.

Pronouns: gn reader (Mainly you/yours, though)

Masterlist:

"Wil! It's snowing!" You exclaimed, and his face lit up at seeing you happy.

"Hold on, hold on. I'm getting up."

You bolted for the door when he stood, holding out your hand for him to take.

"Where do you get your energy from, Y/n?" He asked, a genuine question, no judging tone behind his words.

"I don't know. My mum used to say I got it from the daylight?"

And he cherished those words, his nickname for you being 'Daylight' for a very long time.

What did he do wrong? What did he not do for you? What did he say wrong that made you do that?

A million questions ran through his head as he lay in the bed you both used to share.

He had no answers, no closure, no warning. It just happened all so quickly, and he couldn't help.

He watched as your light slowly drained each and every day, your energy losing its power, your glow slowly dimming. Until right now.

Your dad had called him, telling him about what had happened.

How could he have been so stupid.

Why did he think your words of "I'm fine." were not misleading?

Why had he gone to band rehearsal?

Your dad explained that you were no longer here, and that pained him to hear. His sweetheart, his love, his dearest, his beloved, his Daylight, was gone? Was gone for good? Wasn't coming back?

It wasn't like the weekly grocery shop where you left for an hour to get food.

It wasn't like his rehearsals where he left for a few hours, but eventually returned?

You were actually gone?

You'd actually jumped?

He'd fallen for the jokes?

He thought you were okay?

How come you hadn't told him?

How come you hadn't told him how you were feeling?

Had he broken your trust somehow?

What had he done?

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He currently found himself laying on your shared bed, as he had the last few weeks. He didn't know how to cope with this event. He would leave the bed to use the bathroom to shower or use the toilet. He hadn't brushed his hair or taken care of himself properly in weeks since you'd passed. Tommy would occasionally come over with food or drinks for him. He'd come over as someone who Wilbur could talk to. He'd bring some of Wilbur's friends sometimes to help him. Tommy had even brought a hairbrush for him to brush his hair. He'd even cleaned Wilbur's apartment for him, knowing what he is going through.

Wilbur had always made jokes about your stuffed animals, and you had always told him he was jealous. But right now, they were the things he sought the most comfort in. They smelled of you faintly, the fragrance of you fading each and every day. When one teddy lost your scent, he'd scavenge for another one. And when he ran out of stuffed animals, he moved over to your clothing, finding many of his sweaters, and them still smelling like you.

He hadn't streamed in ages, and his fans were getting worried. He hadn't checked Twitter, Twitch, YouTube, Instagram, anything. He only ever called Tommy or the boys from Lovejoy. he would feel too guilty if he left Tommy in the dark about it.

He hadn't gone to a Lovejoy rehearsal in ages, hadn't touched Simone or Baby Blue in weeks, them reminding him too much of you.

WHAT HAD HE DONE WRONG??

What had possibly made you do that.

And what had made him so oblivious to it.

The takeout containers and alcohol bottles scattered around showed his mental state. He didn't want to help himself.

He didn't want to live without you.

He couldn't move on.

You were the one for him.

The bed felt too empty without you squished up against his chest.

He was sick of it and decided to try and find closure.

He got up and refused to look at polaroids of you or you and him together. Anything that reminded him of you, was pushed to the side for a bit.

He immediately started connecting the dots.

You haven't talked or seen your dads for years.

So why had he reached out to you?

He texted your mum asking if what your dad had said was true, and she simply replied with, "Come over now. I'll explain"

He had the quickest shower of his life, made sure he looked presentable, got dressed out of his sweats and dressed in jeans, and his casual sweater.

And that was the quickest walk ever.

Showing up at your mum's house, he quickly walked through, finding your mum at the kitchen counter, and he took a seat.

"So, what he said was not true. They're perfectly safe. Do you want to come on a drive with me? It won't be too long."

And he obliged instantly, walking behind your mother and finding a seat in the passenger seat of her car.

And soon enough, he was at the... hospital?

Your mum told him to tell the person at the counter "I'm Y/n's boyfriend. Am I able to see them?" and that is exactly what he said as he ran to the counter.

"Hi. I'm Y/n's boyfriend. Am I able to see them? Their mum told me they were here?"

And soon enough, he was guided down a corridor to your room.

And his heart broke seeing you on that hospital bed.

Your mum had left after Wilbur had walked in, leaving you both there so he could spend time with you.

His health anxiety was already bad, but this made it so much worse.

After two days of being in there, he finally felt your hand squeeze his in the same gesture you had always done. 2 squeezes adn a soft drag of your thumb over the back of his hand.

And it's safe to say the first thing he did was cry. And cry he did.

He was so happy that you were alive, and you had only been in a car accident including some random drunk guy on his phone.

As you explained what happened, he was so glad that you were still here. So glad that you hadn't left him, yet.

He was so glad that his Daylight was back. So very glad.

But one thing was still unanswered.

Why hadn't you texted him? Why hadn't anyone given him an explanation? Why hadn't he been told?

"Daylight? Why hadn't you texted me or let me know that you were okay?"

"Wil. I couldn't have. I physically couldn't."

And you both chuckled a little bit.

And soon enough, you were dismissed after a final check up, and you were both your happy selves again.

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end note: I know this was all over the place. Let me give you some explanation. In the part before the mum scene, Wilbur had convinced himself that you had lost your happiness, and your dad hadn't helped. Tommy had been a real help to him, him knowing what had happened, but didn't want to alarm him in anyway. Do you get it? I'm so very sorry this was all over the place. I wrote this really quickly with no planning, sorry. Feel free to use the website above.

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criolla-star · 4 months

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Overwhelmed(Vinny x Garmadon Part 5!)

(I’m working on a new story as well though I’ll keep trying to post a new part everyday)(You should check out part 1-4 if you haven’t already)(Also the monastery has an elevator now they made one after Crystallisation cause why not)(small notes throughout the chapter are in red while at the end or beginning it’s is in green also in italics and bolded)( this is an edit my new story is out Cyrus x Acronix)

The group of four left the apartment as soon as Vinny packed his things, if he was gonna stay there for a while he’ll need some clothes. Vinny luckily managed to get out of work mainly because Garmadon yelled at the guy on the phone. The only thing Garmadon took was Christofern which pissed off Lloyd.

“So Vinny back to my question” Lloyd said as they started walking to the monastery. Vinny turned red, “What question?” Garmadon asked oblivious as he was asleep when the question was asked. Wu bonked Lloyd on the head with his staff, earning a pained groan. “What was that for?”Lloyd asked and he put his hands on his head. Wu let out a sigh, “Questions such as that are for later not now” Wu responded obviously noticing Vinnys’ face turning a bright red and using his staff to point towards him. It took Lloyd a moment to realise what he meant but when he it was quite obvious, because his eyes widened the he immediately stared towards Vinny and his father.

“I’m still curious what’s the question? Vinny do you know the question?” Garmadon asked turning to Vinny. Wu let out a sigh, “It is best that we continue walking otherwise we’ll be here all day” Wu said. “Y-yea we should get going”Vinny said out in an awkward laughing tone as he tried his best to shake off the question. Sure the two literally confessed their love for each other yesterday he still found it a pretty embarrassing this to talk about especially with 2 people that haven’t got a clue about their relationship.

Garmadon let out a sigh then continued walking along with the other 3. “Brother you and Vinny don’t mind sharing a room as there isn’t that many rooms for the two of you. “I don’t mind it isn’t that much different from the apartment” Garmadon replied. Lloyd stared at his father realising what he meant, “Wait wait wait, you two share a bed??”Lloyd asked he was flabbergasted at the thought of those two sharing a bed. Vinny nodded, “Vinny wouldn’t let me sleep on the couch and I wouldn’t let him sleep on the couch so we both agreed on sharing a bed” Garmadon said.

“Well that is quite a shock to hear that you would share a bed” Wu said as they all kept walking. “Honestly I had to sew 2 blankets together just so he could have his entire body covered” Vinny chuckled out. Garmadon stared at Vinny before saying, “I did not tell you to do that you did just did that out of kindness”.

“Here we are” Lloyd said out in a sigh of relief glad to be home. Vinny looked up at the stairs, “I’m not walking up all that..”Vinny said.“That’s why we installed an elevator” Lloyd said as he went towards the elevator. Vinny let out a sigh of relief and went in the elevator along with the others.

“Brother you should try your best to teach Lloyd properly and Lloyd will listen”Wu said he didn’t want a repeat of last time.”Very well I’ll try as long as Lloyd listens” Garmadon responded. It took a few minutes to reach the top of the monastery but finally they made it up. “Lloyd go tell the others that these two are staying with us I’ll take them to their room” Wu said as to which Lloyd obeyed.

Wu led the two towards their room and opened the door, the wall and a bit of a space theme there was small stars on the wall painted, there was two closets, a draw, a desk with a chair, a bedside table and there was a king sized bed(they deserve the best)which Vinny immediately jumped on, they took their shoes off outside. “I love this bed” Vinny giggled out loudly as he snuggled into the bed. Garmadon stared at Vinny and a small smile appeared on his face along with his cheeks having being covered with blush, Wu noticed this and smirked.

“Brother may I speak with you for a moment while Vinny unpacks?” Wu asked, Vinny nod nodded as he signalled his lover to place Christofern on the table next to him which the he obviously listened. Vinny gave Garmadon a thumbs up as he left the room closing the door. “What did you want to tell me?” Garmadon asked his brother. Wu walked a little bit far from the room, his brother following, as he didn’t want Vinny to hear him. “What do you think of Vinny?”Wu asked it was just like Lloyd said but with more meaning Lloyd wanted to know if Vinny thought Garmadon was a monster while Wu wanted to know if he actually liked Vinny.

Garmadons’ face lit up with bright purple blush but he attempted to hide it, “I don’t understand” Garmadon asked trying his best to act oblivious, “I’ve seen the way you look at him brother you were smiling before that is something I’ve barely seen you do”Wu replied. There was no answer what was he meant to say to his brother just fully on tell him the events of yesterday?Hell no he wasn’t going to do that, Wu would never stop bettering him about it.

“It’s alright if you do not feel like telling me, but you can always ask for help”Wu said as he left his brother be. Garmadon let out a sigh, “Is it really that obvious?”He thought to himself before going back to his room where Vinny was laying on the bed waiting for him. “Hey Garm! Isn’t this place great, I mean look at how big this bed is it’s bigger than me?” Vinny said out happily as he did a star pose showing how his limbs didn’t even reach the corners. Garmadon let out a chuckle before he kneeled down and gently kissed Vinnys’ head. This sudden affection made Vinny turn a bright red as he rolled over onto his stomach and shoved his face into the bed.

(Ayyyyy hope you enjoy this chapter. btw my next book is Cyrus x Acronix don’t you come and judge me for this I think it’s a cute ship)

#survivalshipping #vinnyxgarmadon #fanfiction #garmadon #ninjago #vinnyofngtvnews

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glitxhwayventeen · 1 year

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The Confused One

Ten

Characters: Ten x male reader

Warnings: anxiety to the maximum, questioning of sexuality i guess, controlling and manipulative parents, existential crisis mentions, sex mentions/implications but nothing too serious, bad influence Ten, mentions of cheating (though the couple doesn’t really care for each other anyways so🤷🏻‍♀️), mentions of forced/arranged marriages, crying and couple fighting, i think that’s it but let me know if i missed anything!

Author’s Note: the ending is kinda word vomit so I’m gonna go back through it in a few days when i have time. Other than that, what do you guys think?

Please remember that all of these chapters and the content within them are a work of fiction! They’re just for fun/entertainment!

Watch It All Burn Masterlist

The Confused One: Part 1

Mostly anxiety and 🥀 with a teeny tiny bit of 💋 if you squint.

Bold= Korean Dialogue Italics= Thoughts Pink= Cantonese Red=Mandarin Green=English

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‘Am I making you feel good?’

Truth be told, you felt terrible. You felt like a horrible person. You felt like you were just another guy letting his dick do the thinking instead of his head. But you couldn’t admit that to him out loud.

‘Fuck- yes!’

The dry chuckle you heard from the boy behind you made you feel like you needed to throw up. This wasn’t you. It couldn’t be you. But it was.

‘I know baby.’

His words sent shivers down your aching spine. Every part of you yearned for him. Every cell in you wanted him to want you the way you wanted him. But that was wrong, so so fucking wrong.

‘Are you close?’

You couldn’t help it. Your girlfriend hardly gave you the time of day. You tried to be understanding and rational given your situation with her. But you needed the release she so frequently denied you and he was willingly dangling it in front of you, it was yours for the taking.

‘I- I need to come!’

Waves of lightning shot through every one of your veins deliciously as you felt your body shake back your orgasm. You'd never been touched the way he was touching you. You’d never been used the way he was using you. You'd never felt the way you felt with him. You knew you shouldn’t give in. But you just couldn’t stop yourself.

‘Of course you do love.’

Part of you hated how sweet he sounded. The butterflies fluttering throughout your belly at his sentence should’ve made you hate yourself. But it only made you like him even more.

‘Now, are you gonna be a good boy and come for me?’

You wanted to cry. The pleasure he was forcing on you and the guilt your mind was making you feel was all too much for you to handle. You shouldn’t have been there. You should’ve been at home studying. But you chose to be with him instead.

Though, just as you felt your body start to convulse in the constant jolting it so desperately craved, an all too familiar sound started buzzing through your ears and your eyes you’d thought you’d closed due to the pure ecstasy you’d been enduring shot open in shock.

The all too familiar decorum of your boring beige room cascading throughout your line of sight had begun being a painful reminder of just how much you’d wished your dreams were real.

“They could be,” Ten had promised you when you mentioned your secret shame to him during one of your many midnight rendezvous, “You just have to say the word.”

You rolled your eyes at the burning memory and the charming boys' tempting words. As if you’d ever get the option to back out of your sad sham of a life you were living.

But that was Ten, the ever so care free and unpredictable boy who changed the course of his own destiny on the turn of a dime. He’d never understand why things had to stay the way they were for you.

Then again, he lived a completely different life than he lived. Not just because you were a goody goody and he just, well, wasn’t. But because he had different problems than you did. After the two of you had gotten together, you began corresponding with one another daily. After months of confiding in each other over just about every thought, feeling, and experience you had, he eventually told you he was a werewolf.

Of course you didn’t believe him at first. And Why would you? It sounded ridiculous at the time. It even sounded ridiculous when he took his contacts out to show you his strangely inhuman eye color. It wasn’t until he actually shifted in front of you that you had actually come to terms with what he said being the truth.

Not that the truth changed much. You needed a little time to get over the idea of fairytales and fables possibly being true but once you had, you realized he was still the same Ten you had come to know and love.

He was still kind and caring, still funny and charming. He still made you smile in a way you weren’t sure you ever did before he came around. He still lit up your world in a way no one else ever seemed to be able to. He still made you feel things no one else ever had or probably ever would. And he still made your pathetically dull and plain life worth something for the first time.

Everything with him was so simple. His chaos was the perfect fit to your calm. His crazy was steadied by your levelheadedness. He brought fire to your life and you brought water to his. Being with him would be as easy as breathing. But it just wasn’t meant to be.

Sure, in a perfect world you’d love to be with him. But your parents would never allow your little affair to continue if they knew it existed. Not only did Ten bring the exact opposite of everything their plans for you represented, he was also untouchable in their eyes for people like them.

Ten was a practicing Buddhist foreigner from Thailand. He was in the right economic class as you which might have helped when it came to him being a foreigner to your snotty parents sure. But even if his family did have a pretty big privy purse to match the extravagant scenery his country was known for, it didn’t change two simple facts: 1. He was a boy and 2. Your parents were freakishly religious Christians.

They would rather be killed than let their only beloved son be with a non-christian, non-Korean, party boy. You could almost hear the disapproval dripping from their voices as you thought of what would happen if you told them what you really wanted of your life.

‘No son of ours will make a mockery of this family by being with the likes of him.’

You felt massively naive for not realizing how ridiculously uptight and homophobic they were when you were younger. The reality only dawned on you when you realized just how much more you liked being with Ten than your own girlfriend, something you tried to keep under wraps as much as possible.

But you were positive the fact became apparently to her the first time you had all hung out together when you brought her new ‘friend’ over for a project and she noted just how quickly you became friendly with the Thai boy, a rather odd occurance considering how painfully shy you were by nature.

Still, she said nothing and pretended to see nothing. All the nights you snuck out to see him, all the times you left the room to take a call so you could hear his voice, all the hurried messages you’d type and send to him throughout the day while blocking your phone screen from view. She acted as though she hadn’t noticed your growing affections for him and that all was going on as normal with your relationship.

You weren’t too shocked by the move. You had both realized long ago that you weren’t in love with each other but rather created a compromised friendship in the hopes of making the best of a bad situation. If you weren’t weary about whether or not she’d break your big secret to either of your parents accidentally, you would’ve openly even told her about it. You hated lying and sneaking around her back because you knew it wasn’t respectful. But you felt you just didn’t have another choice. You just couldn’t risk it.

So, like many morning before your current one, you quickly got up from your bed, your girlfriend still snoring softly from her side of your shared mattress, and bolted to the bathroom to clean yourself and your shame up.

As you washed away the sticky substance that had accumulated against your abdomen while your shower head pelted your body with hot divets of water, Ten’s words kept playing through your mind like a broken record.

‘You just have to say the word.’

If only your life could be that easy.

——

“Oh,” Your girlfriend, Hae, groggily spoke from bed while rubbing her eyes as you emerged from the bathroom of your apartment with your towel draped across your waist, “You’re up already.”

You gave her a polite, albeit awkward, smile and nodded, “Yeah, I uh- woke up early again and figured instead of sleeping I should just try to get a fast start on the day, you know,” You lied, going to your dresser to rummage through it so you could find yourself some clothes to wear.

She bowed her head in understanding as she watched you go about the room so you could get ready. Observing you was something she did a lot, it was another reason you just knew she already knew about you and Ten, but that didn’t mean it made you any less nervous.

Being around her, even when you were children, had always made you nervous and on edge. Then again being around people usually made you feel that way. Well, people aside from Ten that is.

“We’re supposed to have dinner with your parents tonight,” She reminded you, breaking the uneasy silence that had rested throughout the air causing you to jerk your eyes away from buttoning your pants and bringing them up to look at her in horror.

“D-Dinner? W-What dinner?” You stuttered.

She mumbled something about you never remembering anything before she exhaustedly ran her fingers through her hair, “The dinner your mom texted you about the other day. You know, the one where she said they wanted to talk to us about something important? Ring a bell?”

Your eyes widened even further. It did ring a bell. Mostly because you remembered sheer panic spreading through your body as you received and read the message. Your parents hardly ever actually saw you except on holiday breaks now that you were in college. So when your mother texted you out of the blue and requested the four of you have a meal together, you couldn’t help but be so worried about what their intentions were for the dinner that you forgot all the details you had discussed.

“O-oh yeah,” You thickly swallowed the whine ready to pass through your throat, “Y-Yeah I remember. But- uh remind me again what time it was scheduled for exactly…?”

Hae rolled her eyes at you in disbelief, clearly no more excited for the event than you were, “It’s at 6pm ____. And you know if we’re late there’ll be hell to pay,” She added with a raised brow, getting up out of bed to throw on her own clothes for class, “So you need to make sure that whatever it is you were planning on doing at that time tonight gets moved to another time okay?”

Okay, you were 100% positive she knew about what you had been up to considering you had originally been planning on seeing your secret boyfriend at that exact time later.

“Yeah,” You tried to play it cool, “yeah of course. I won’t be late I promise.”

You truly meant what you said. You didn’t want her to be stuck stalling with your annoyingly boring and judgmental parents while you went out and had fun. If she knew about your little other life and was willing to keep it mum, then you figured the least you could do was have her back when it came to dealing with them.

“I hope not. Because if I have to listen to your father talk about the importance of cosmetic surgery as you age again I’m gonna throw myself out the second story window,” She laughed, causing you to force out a small chuckle of amusement as you planned out how you were gonna tell your boyfriend you couldn’t meet up with him because you and your girlfriend were going to meet up with your parents, who’d never approve of him and could never know of him, for dinner.

——

“Seriously?” Ten practically growled through gritted teeth as you sat and ate a very late lunch across from him on a patch of grass that was just out of view from your university’s campus.

To say you felt bad was a bit of an understatement. You had originally just decided it was best to just tell him you had to reschedule your little date, if you could even call it that, for another time because something came up. But, as he always seemed to have a way of getting you to open up about any and everything, you ended up telling him the whole story.

You told him you had forgotten about dinner with your parents, that they would probably hate him if they knew he existed or was in your life in any capacity let alone a romantic one, that you didn’t want to go but had to because you didn’t want your girlfriend to suffer through it alone, and that your girlfriend seemed to already know about the two of you being together and didn’t seem to care. And of course as you originally assumed, he was pissed at the explanation you gave.

“If she already knows about us then why are you still even with her?” He quizzed with a hint of venom lacing his tone, his true eye color beginning to seep through his fake contacts.

All you could do was let out a deep sigh, “You know why.”

But your answer only seemed to aggravate him more. He stood from his cross cross position on the grass and stared down at you with now fully crimson eyes, this time with flaring nostrils, claws beginning to elongate from his fingers, and a jaw so clenched you were sure his teeth would break.

“No I don’t know why!” He protested, clearly doing what he could to contain his anger for your sake, though you also knew he couldn’t help some of it.

After you had come to terms with werewolves being real and with actually knowing one, Ten answered just about every question you could think of involving them.

He practically gave you lessons on imprinting and mating. He talked about a really weird time when wolves got super sexually aggressive called rut. He had you meet his pack and disclosed to you how pack business and connections worked, that’s also when you found out your favorite student was not only in said pack but also mated to Ten’s baby sister along with another one of their ‘brothers.’

But most importantly, he told you all about shifting. You realized his claws and teeth could grow whenever he wished and that his body even rejected the contacts he used to cover his eyes so often he had to change them multiple times in a day to keep people from seeing their true color. He explained the whole ‘changing during a full moon’ thing was complete horse crap and that they could change at will, at least, most of the time.

You knew when he got too emotional, whether it was good or bad emotional, he could end up shifting out of instinct. And he cautioned you that people could get hurt when that happened, much like his sister Minnie apparently had when her mates fought over her and lost control. Though he swore he would do whatever he could to keep a similar situation from happening to you, not that you were ever really worried about it considering Ten was the only person in the world who made you feel safe and secure.

But as he towered toward you, part of you did start to get a little worried, even if it was only for a moment, he could turn into a super strong giant animal after all while you were just a weaker than most human he could crush with one paw.

As angry as he had worked himself up to be and as much as you tried to not show your fear, he noticed you shrink into yourself and turned away from you to collect himself. He may have been mad and hurt, but he didn’t want to scare or frighten you.

Truthfully, you didn’t understand why he was so upset. Sure you were still in a relationship, but what did it really matter to him if you were or not?

You always thought you had felt for him maybe a tad more than he felt for you anyways. Thanks to your newfound werewolf knowledge, you figured it was because at any moment he could imprint on a passerbyer and he’d have to dump you so he distanced himself. It stung, really stung actually, but it was what it was and you knew that.

You thought you both did. That’s why whenever he talked about wanting you to give up your current life and try for a new one with him you didn’t really entertain the idea much at all, even if you really wanted to. You were just a human who had trouble controlling emotions and severing ties and he was a werewolf who’d have no control over who fate decided to pair him up with.

Having to reschedule sucked yeah, but it wasn’t like the love of his life was blowing him off for someone else and telling him they could never be together.

Ten never told you he imprinted on you. He figured it was a lot for someone as nervous as you to take in all at once. So he decided to wait until he thought you were ready for it.

He always figured once you told your girlfriend or she found out about your little affair, the two of you would finally get to be together fully. But he was wrong.

Now you didn’t know you blowing him off for someone else and telling him you could never be together was crushing him. You didn’t know the reason tears were now flowing freely down his face was because it felt like his heart was being ripped out of his chest at your so nonchalant refusal to leave your girlfriend. You didn’t know you were the love of his life.

“I don’t know why it has to be like this and i don’t think it’s fair for it to be happening,” Ten said just above a whisper, barely audible to your human ears.

You called his name to get his attention, but he seemed cemented in his place and wouldn’t move. You tried once more and received no response once more.

So you eventually got up from your spot on the ground hesitantly and gently laid your hand on his shoulder, “Ten?”

Finally, he turned himself around to face you. That’s when you saw his tear stained cheeks and pulled him in for a hug instinctually and without thinking.

He was quick to return it, wrapping his arms around your waist as he buried himself against you and sobbed ‘it’s not fair’ over and over in English.

Ten hadn’t meant to start crying in front of you. Even if he had, he wouldn’t have so easily let himself be wrapped up in your arms. But he couldn’t stop himself once the pain of you basically telling him you wouldn’t leave your girlfriend even if she knew the truth.

Because it meant he’d still have to share you. He’d still only get partial moments with you and not full ones. He’d still have to restrain himself from grabbing your hand and lacing his fingers between yours in public. You’d still be saying goodnight and good morning to someone else that wasn’t him. You’d still be sleeping with and sharing the same bed with someone who wasn’t himself.

You acting like your girlfriend knowing about the two of you changed nothing meant he’d have to keep living a hallow life in the shadows while your girlfriend got to keep living a filling life in the light with you. It hurt him in a way he wasn’t ready for and so he broke down. And instead of pulling away from you like he should’ve if he had been stronger, his heartbroken inner wolf yearned for your touch and gave in to you holding him.

When he was upset normally, you were who he’d turn to to comfort him. Now that he was faced with the harsh reality of having to hide your love from the rest of the world, you were the only person that could make him feel even remotely better.

——

After about half an hour of crying and sobbing, Ten eventually calmed down enough to relax back down to your original spots. You apologized for having to see each other again at another time and promised to make it up to him, something he unconvincingly responded to with ‘okay.’

And, while it made your chest hurt to know he was still so upset over something you really had no control over, time had gotten away from you and you soon had to leave him to get ready for dinner.

And dinner was going okay enough. You had arrived together with Hae on time, dressed sharper than you had been earlier in the day as per your parents usual dress code. Even though the food you knew there was no way either of your parents cooked was good, the conversation was as dull as the day was long. That is, until desert came and your father halted everyone from digging in to their treats.

“____, I’m sure the two of you are wondering why your mother and I wanted you and Hae over today,” Your father accurately pointed out, taking another sip of his brandy with a light hiss.

You cleared your throat to keep your voice steady after having it go unused for most of the evening due to your parents obsessing need to talk about themselves, “Yes father, I suppose we are.”

Truthfully, you didn’t even really like your dad all that much. Even more truthfully, you didn’t really like either of your parents all that much, but you disliked your dad’s personality more than your mother’s.

Sure, your mother had no idea what quality family time or house work/chores were, she had maids and nanny’s hired especially for all that, but at least she put in the effort to send you a text message every now and then to make sure you were still alive. You were pretty sure you’d never once received any form of distant communication from your father.

So listening to him go on and on about his work and how all your friends must’ve been jealous of you for how much money your parents made really made you want to cave into your seat and disappear.

Your father was quick to glance over to your mother, who strangely gave him a nod of approval before he continued on, “Well ____ my son, your mother and I, as well as Hae’s parents, believe it time the two of you finally get married and start a family.”

Hae, who had just been in the middle of swallowing some much needed wine, began coughing aggressively while you stared up at your beaming parents in pure confusion.

“W-What…?” You barely murmured out just as your girlfriend managed to get her coughing under control and began to question ‘come again?’

Your father let out a hardy laugh while your mother mustered a strangled giggle, “Marriage son. Then children. Just as we planned remember?”

You shook your head as if to shake out all the unpleasant feelings beginning to build up in your stomach, “N-No. W-We planned for later father. Much much later.”

“Yeah. We weren’t supposed to do any of that till after we both graduated and had our careers where we needed them to be.” Hae confirmed.

But it seemed it didn’t matter much to your parents what had been originally scheduled anymore, “Yes we know that children,” Your mother ever so nonlovingly replied with an eye roll, “But the plans have changed.”

The fact that she said something so life changing so casually and finished her sentence by taking another rather chill sip of her expensive wine only made your stomach churn that much more. That meant they had already had their mind’s dead set on the idea.

They went on to explain that your maternal grandfather was getting sick, very sick. And it seemed that his dying wish was that his only grandchild be settled down and married, hopefully with a child on the way, before he passed. Which meant your parents had to have their plan jump started a little, or you would say a lot, sooner than anticipated.

Your father told you that the two of you would be married as soon as your mother could put together a lavish enough wedding to impress their friends and that afterwards, you would switch universities to one closer to the house they would get ready for you and you would finish your degrees there. He also stressed the need and want for a child as soon as the two of you were happily, though not by either you or Hae’s standards, married.

You were unsure of what was going on for the rest of the night, but you could guess based on where your parents' statements were heading. You started to feel dizzy and flushed and essentially blacked out the remainder of your visit with them so you wouldn’t burst into tears right then and there. It wasn’t until you and Hae managed to get to your car that you finally broke down.

Part of you expected her to be upset with you for not at least pretending to be happy when the two of you were together. The other part thought she might even be pissed at you for doing something as childish as crying. But to your shock, when you looked over to your right, she had the same drops of despair rolling down to her chin.

The two of you stayed like that for what seemed like forever, just staring off into the distance as tear after tear was shed in mourning of your previously mediocre lives. You never know what you had until it’s gone.

“What in the hell are we going to do?”

——

“No! You can’t!” Ten declared loudly with a stomp, almost as if the small childlike protest would help change what was to come.

But, as much as you wish it would, you knew that it wouldn’t change a thing. Your fate was set in stone long ago.

You let out a long winded sigh and ran a shakey hand through your hair while you tried to find something to focus on to ground your never ending nerves, “I don’t have any other choice Ten.”

After having fallen asleep after a night’s worth of dry heaving and silent sobbing, you called him the next morning to tell him you needed to speak with him about something important. Once you’d met up in your usual spot in the woods just off your university’s campus, you told him all about the previous night and what had happened with your parents at dinner. And he was clearly taking the news about as well as you and Hae were taking it.

“There’s always a choice!” Ten practically yelled at you, doing his best to hold back both the pathetic whines threatening to spill out of his mouth and the burning tears trying to pour past his waterlines, “You can tell them no! You can say-say you don’t want to! Y-You can call it off!”

You still didn’t fully understand why he was so upset over you having to get married and break things off. Sure you’d been sleeping together and all, but it wasn’t like you’d be together forever. You both had known that since you’d started your little hang outs and midnight rendezvous.

He’d eventually have broken up with you when he found his mate and you’d eventually have had to cut contact with him when you got married. That was just how it was and you thought you’d both been pretty clear about that.

Even though part of you never wanted to leave his side and would’ve preferred to at least keep him in your life once you’d had to get married, you could never do that to your girlfriend.

Hae was many things, but a bad person wasn’t one of them. She didn’t deserve to have an unfaithful husband or to be reminded of his past infidelities by having your ex-lover brought around all the time.

Still, seeing Ten so hurt broke a piece of you. You had fallen for him the night of the party and ever since seeing him in any sort of distress made you went to smother him with kisses and cuddle him until he felt better.

So the only thing your heart could think to do was apologize to him, even though you hadn’t actually done anything to him to warrant one in the first place, “This is just the way it’s supposed to go. I can’t do anything about it. I’m sorry.”

Ten just scoffed at you like you had just spit in his face directly.

“No, don't you get it?!” He tried to question with an angry tone, but really it came off as more desperate sounding if anything, “This isn’t the way it’s supposed to go!”

The statement caught you off guard. You were standing in the middle of a forest clearing doing your best to hold yourself together to break things off with the guy you had such strong feelings for you couldn’t separate yourself from him for much longer than a few hours. You were trying to do the right thing by being nice and apologetic while he started freaking out on you. Like he was the one who got the short end of the rotted stick that was your life.

How was that fair? You were the one who had to marry someone you didn’t love. You were the one who had to give up the one good thing you’d managed to ever find in your life. You were the one who had to be a stand up guy, a good son.

If you were anyone else, you’d have been able to pick your own friends growing up. If you were any other kid on the block, you wouldn’t have been forced into an arranged marriage. If you were like any other college student, you’d have been able to pick your university or your own major. If you had been literally any fucking body else in the world, you’d be able to fall in love with someone and stay in love and with them for as long as you lived. So how was any of what he was saying fair to you?

You could see why he would maybe be a little bummed, hell, you could maybe even see him being a bit sad you’d have to break things off. But why the hell was it supposed to just be so cool that he could pretend you were being the bad guy and deny what you were saying?

You’d tried being kind and you’d attempted being amicable and understanding. But his sentence ran through your heart quicker than a damn bullet train. ‘This isn’t the way it’s supposed to go.’

As if he knew anything about what life meant for you going forward.

Why did he get to stand there and act like you were the bad guy? Why should he get to pretend you got a choice in anything? Why was he able to question you or make you feel bad? What was he losing? He’d eventually get a happily ever after, you wouldn’t. He’d get to live the life he wanted, you wouldn’t. He’d get to grow old with the love of his life, you would never get that.

“And how do you know that?” Your demeanor changed from your usual passive self to a rather defensive one as your hands closed into a fist and clenched tightly, “You’re the one that doesn’t get it!” You chuckled dryly, leaving Ten dumbfounded as you towered over him, “I don’t like this anymore than you do!” Your voice began getting louder and higher pitched the more you spoke, “And neither does Hae for that matter! But there is no calling it off!” You finished, your body beginning to tremble in aggravation and frustration as you stared down your boyfriend.

It only took glaring at him for a few seconds for you to notice that he’d semi-sunk into his shoes at your new found sudden confidence to speak your mind. He almost looked rather… frightened that you’d finally managed to obtain a backbone.

But as overwhelmed and overworked with the situation as you were, you couldn’t let someone you cared so much about stay so obviously worried over your current state and not at least try to hold back some of your rage.

So you managed to turn yourself around and sit your lanky figure down on a fallen over tree log to calm yourself down, or at very least make yourself look less menacing. Not that you probably were to him in all reality since he was a werewolf that could rip you to shreds easily if he wanted to after all. But you wanted to show him it was your life you were truly mad at, not him.

“Not all of us have a plan literally designed by fucking date to give us happiness like werewolves do,” you whispered as you threw your head into your hands, “Us humans get whatever the fuck life throws at us and unfortunately for me this is it,” you began to muffley sob behind your hands, unable to keep your true emotions back any longer, “I don’t get a mate like you and your friends. I don’t get to be happy with one person i love for the rest of my life like you. I get whatever my parents plan for me or I’m fucking screwed,” after that, you cried hard over and over about life being unfair and how you didn’t want it anymore than he did until your throat hurt.

You couldn’t help it. Your life as you knew it before him was already intolerable and the one good thing, the one fucking thing you’d managed to find to bring some happiness to yourself was being taken away from you because you had to be a decent human being. You were close to having a full on mental breakdown at that point. And because he just happened to be around you, your boyfriend had to be the one to listen to you choked wails and curses as you cracked at the seams.

It wasn’t until you felt Ten’s nimble hand lay against your back and his warmth sit still next to you that you began to collect yourself enough to speak like a regular person again, “I hate fate for putting me in this position! I hate my parents for forcing shit on me I don't want!” You whimpered in a pout, Ten drying your eyes with the pads of his thumb before shushing you and bringing your head into the apex of his neck to comfort you.

Not that it helped much, because now that the flood gates were broken, you couldn’t help but vocalize everything that had been truly bothering you since you’d met him. It also didn’t help that the angle he had you in was also a bit awkward due to your height difference, which meant you were a little uncomfortable when you breathed too hard and jerking in his hold.

“A-And I hate you for dangling happiness right in front of my fucking face knowing i can’t do shit about it! I hate myself for fucking letting myself fall in love with you w-when i can’t fucking have you!” You turned and sniffled to look into his shoulder, too ashamed to hold your face against him while you told him how you really felt, “I fucking hate this whole situation more than you or my parents or Hae or anyone else will ever know,” you let the now tired tears slide down your cheeks and chin onto his nicely ironed dress shirt.

As you let a deafening silence fall over you because Ten didn’t react to your confession, you couldn’t help but think how you always liked when he dressed up even nicer than he usually did when he saw you. It made you feel like he wanted to put in the extra effort to be even more presentable for you and gave you the most ecstatic butterflies in your stomach thinking the man you loved cared that much about you.

Though in the current moment, it only made your chest ache even more knowing you’d probably never get that feeling again, “But it doesn’t fucking matter! None of that fucking matters because my life as I know it is o-over and there’s not a damn thing I can do about it!” You stuttered as you exhaustedly cried against the smaller boy like a defeated child.

You clung to Ten like you were going to fall away from the earth if you let go of him. You didn’t know when or even if you’d ever be able to hold him so tightly again. So you refused to release him from your grip even when you began letting the tired sobs wreck through your weakened body.

But after a few minutes of you hiccuping and whining, the small Thai boy finally pulled together enough courage to speak, still keeping you tight against him as he spoke softly, “Y-You love me?”

What kind of dumb ass question was that? You couldn’t help but push yourself off his shoulder and jerk back to stare at his face, your own no doubt red from the constant tears and hyperventilating, “Oh fuck off!” You used language you wouldn’t have normally used to show him your annoyance at his statement, then again, you weren’t normally in the position to lose someone you loved as much as you loved Ten, “Don’t act all shocked now! If you didn’t notice it before then you’re as big a moron as I am for letting myself get caught up with you!”

You never really meant to be so informal or improper, it just wasn’t how you were raised to be. Even when you were upset, though you’d let out a few swear words out of frustration, you’d never actually told someone to fuck off. Nor had you ever called someone as impolite a name as moron before.

But Ten had a way of bringing out a side of you you had never thought existed before. It’s one of the things you’d grown to love about him. And one of the things you’d miss the most about him.

Barely above a whisper, you heard Ten stutter, “I-I though- I mean, I- I didn’t know…”

You used the sleeves of your cardigan you had thrown on before you left your house to wipe off your face in an attempt to look a bit more presentable and stable, not that it worked much considering how roughly you had been crying only moments prior. But you had to try.

“Well now you do, happy?” You asked rhetorically, looking down to the forest floor at your feet as you tried to figure out what to do now that you had let your true colors show.

Though once an awkward and slightly uncomfortable silence, something you’d never experienced before with Ten as you’d never ran out of things to say with him before, took place for longer than a minute, your body went into survival mode and did what it always did when things got awkward: ramble.

“It’s not like it changes shit for you anyways,” you tried to half heartedly joke to lighten the mood, “You still get to imprint and love and be happy and ride off into the sunset and all the bullshit I read about in books.”

Learning was always a love of yours. You and the others around you considered yourself a bookworm for it. Some of your favorite stories involved good ending romances. A small part of you had secretly hoped that maybe your relationship with Ten would receive the happy ending you in your stories that you so deeply craved. But fairytales were just make believe. Your own current desperate situation was living proof of that.

“I don’t because I have to get married because a forced arranged marriage is the best thing someone like me is ever gonna get,” You sighed, picking at your finger nails out of nervous habit while trying to keep the once more burning feeling in your eyes from making matters worse as you let out the words.

Because admitting it all out loud stung almost as much as keeping it all in. Really, what other choice did you have but your arrangement with Hae? Even if you somehow managed to convince your parents to call it off, you just knew you’d never find someone you’d love as much as you’d come to love Ten. So it was your only real option at that point anyways.

Ten nearly immediately started shaking his head at your sad words, “No, it’s not.”

But it was. And that was probably what hurt the most. The best you could get was a set up arrangement by your parents to some girl whereas the guy you really wished you could be with would end up loving someone the way you loved him.

You’d just be a distant memory to him then. He’d get to find someone the universe deemed fit enough to be his soul mate and he’d probably forget you even existed. Then it hit you: He’d forget you one day.

He’d forget you and even if he did care even the slightest bit enough about you to remember some part of you and what you had together, he’d probably only remember the bad things.

Humans always remembered the stuff that hurt. And one of the last few memories he’d have of you was you yelling and crying at him, making it seem like the whole situation was because of him.

You’d told him you hated him for god’s sake. Surely he’d remember that if he remembered anything about you at all.

“Fuck I’m sorry,” You winced, hoping he wouldn’t be able to see the sorrow and the new tears building up in your eyes as the pain in your chest grew worse with each passing thought, “Ten none of this is on you and none of it is your fault.” You hated how sensitive you got sometimes because it meant crying over and over was something you did frequently, and you were sure he must have hated it too, “I’m just… upset and depressed. You should just probably leave because I don’t see it stopping anytime soon and I don't want to upset you or say anything else I don't mean to say.”

You sniffled, attempting to steady your breathing so the Thai boy could leave your line of vision in peace without being disturbed by your waterworks. Then you could break down all you wanted.

But instead of seeing his figure walk off into the distance, you heard him voice out the word, “No.”

“W-What do you mean no?”

“No, I'm not leaving. No, i won’t be happy. No you’re not a moron and no neither am i.” Ten simplified, taking your large hand in his smaller one as he forced you to turn your glossy eyes to look at him and sighed, “____, I imprinted on you the first day I saw you. I just never told you because…” He breathed deeply, though you could really only focus on his confession, “Because I didn't think you could handle it at first.”

While you were beyond confused and bewildered, most of what he had said had been blocked out by the sudden racing pulse sound ringing in your ears.

He admitted he had imprinted on you. Which meant you were his mate. Your strong feelings for a man you hadn’t known nearly as long as you felt like you had all now made sense.

Before you met him, you were content with just playing the role your parents had given you your whole life without fighting it. But after you met him, you started to see just how colorless and emotionless it all truly was because he brought an instant connection to your life you had never had before.

“Then when i did want to tell you you basically told me you were staying with your girlfriend even though she knew we were fucking and i figured that meant i needed to just leave you be because that meant some part of you wanted to be with her,” Ten shrugged as he uncomfortably shifted his weight on the log.

He had done exactly what you had done. He assumed you liked someone else deep down the same way you assumed he’d find someone else and leave you anyway. You both really were the world’s biggest morons.

“I was just gonna keep doing whatever it was you wanted to do no matter how much it hurt because I just… wanted you to be happy,” Ten admitted rather sheepishly while scratching the back of his neck with his hand that wasn’t holding yours, “But marriage is permanent and babies are permanent and I don't want you to be stuck in anything that permanent with anyone unless it’s with me because I love you.”

You assumed as a werewolf he would have because, if you were his true mate and if what Ten had told you about werewolves was true, he must’ve instantly felt love for you the second he laid his eyes on you. But still, hearing him say those three little words practically took the breath out of you as you never expected to hear them from him even though you felt them for him.

“Y-you love me too?” You stuttered, your brain barely able to form a sentence because of all the new information it had been flooded with.

Ten smiled earnestly and his eyes glistened with what you could now place as fondness, “Of course I do. You’re my mate.”

And before you could even think of a proper reply back, you realized your body seemed to have had other plans as, you found your lips quickly connecting with his own and your hands flying behind his head to weave into his soft black hair to pull him closer to you.

The kiss was beyond electrifying as it finally confirmed your real feelings for each other. It made you feel like something other than a puppet of your parents. As Ten’s own hands found purchase on either side of your face to deepen the kiss further, you realized being with him made you feel human, maybe for the first time in your life.

Eventually, the molding of your bodies had to end and someone had to break the ice in starting a conversation, “I know you’re scared of your parents and it goes against everything you were taught and told and all, but can you please for the love of god call off that stupid wedding so I can hold your hand in public and not be called an adulterous homewrecker?” Ten joked with his forehead resting against your own, finishing his sentence by pecking your nose gently.

You couldn’t help but smile like an absolute idiot while taking your boyfriends hand with a nod and tears in your eyes.

Were you still scared of your parents? Yes absolutely. Were you even slightly worried they might try to fleece you for your actions? Sure. But we’re you worried about your future or your happiness being put at stake? No.

Because with Ten by your side, it didn’t matter to you that your parents didn’t accept you. It didn’t matter that you’d lose all their ‘love’ and financial support. It didn’t matter that all, if not most, of your friends and family would turn their backs on you.

Because with him by your side you knew you’d forever be in love and be loved back by the only person that’s opinion actually truly mattered to you.

(Last Edited: 3/14/23)

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