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ateezinmymind · 3 years

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ateez and their size kink

warning: smut, fem! reader

requested by anon,, thank you so much!! i hope this is okay.. i’m sorry if it’s not— i’m on the taller side so— i’m like :/ eh?

hongjoong:

to be one hundred percent honest i think he wouldn’t be one to say he’d have that kink ..at first !!

but the way you would just look so cute under him while he’s railing into you... he’s like wait

he’d love to run his hands all over you just to see the comparison

cups your boobs/chest

because he’s shorter.. he’d never put it away

like ALWAYS teasing you..

“hey joongie” you call from your room to your lover in the living room. making him enter the room to you laying on the bed, sprawled out on your back- causing his dick to twitch in his pants from the sight of your body. your robe the only thing on your body, loosely fit and opened, letting your glistening heat be the center of attention.

“naughty little baby... what are you doing?” he growls out coming to the edge of the bed, grabbing ahold of your ankles to pull you closer to his growing member. gasping out from the sudden jerk and now close proximity to his tent- you stutter out your best “mmmh- i need you p-pretty please?”

“and what exactly does my baby need?” he says lowly, now squeezing your thighs deliciously in his hands. making you shiver, “your cock.”

“is that right?” hongjoong hums out when he brings his hands down to rake up your stomach and to your beautiful breasts. causing you to whine more and put your hands over his, and then to his zipper- fumbling with it while chanting and repeating “yes”

he just watches the pout form upon your lips when your hands are too shaky, so when you huff out- hongjoong immediately pushes you back down and shows you how to do it properly. ending with him fucking your tiny pussy before he could even take off his clothes.

“little baby... so small”

seonghwa:

cocky #1

melts his heart honestly.. like how??

DIRTY TALKER

or more like dirty praises?

please let him cum in your tiny pussy

HE WILL FILL YOU FULL

he wondered if it was just affecting him- how small you were in comparison.

you were so small and cute, it made seonghwa become someone he had to calm down. constantly touching you, you were his little thing to fuck and love- not anyone else’s

“you like that huh? my thick cock stretching your tiny pussy?” he growls right against the shell of your ear, while you throw your head back into his neck letting out moans of pleasure.

“yes, yes! seonghwa you’re so big”

and always when you did your chanting about how much you were in admiration for his bigger size, immediately and always made seonghwa want to bust.

it was something he took so much pride into, like yes. yes he was so big, only for you- and he would never live it down, constantly reminding you in anyway that you were on the lower level.

“mmmh gonna fuck my cum in you yeah? you want that? to fill you so full it’ll spill out of your tiny hole?”

just give him the go ahead and he’ll let go.

only to fuck you over and over again until everything spills to your thighs and onto the bedsheets

yunho:

please wear his clothes

he LOVES to fuck you in his big hoodie/shirt

TUMMY BULGE!!

he knows he big so he’s extremely careful when you’re so much smaller

cockwarming!!

but deep down he really wants to destroy you

as he watches his cock slide in and out of your wet heat from his hovering stance. yunho’s hands veiny, under your (his) clothes and resting on your stomach- he feels himself poke from your inners.

the feeling sending him into oblivion, hips frantic- but gentle hearing every whimper fall from your little lips and how your walls clench desperately around him.

“baby? s-stop clenching so hard” groaning out watching your eyes roll back and body to grow limp in his big hoodie covering your top half, yunho feels himself start to lose control

“b-but i can’t- you feel so good yuyu” moaning out blissfully. each word and sounds making him grow hotter and harder

your legs spread apart so wonderfully for him, as he fucks into your body cushioned on the bed. the morning sun peeking ever so slightly from the window blinds, lighting the room- such a beautiful setting for such lewd antics

slapping sounds, so erotic- waking up wanting and needing you, yunho had caved in

you were so small, but by far the warmest- pleasurable feeling

yeosang:

he’d be like ... wow ... tiny

hahahHAHAH jkjk no

but he’d be soooo AMAZED

like.. for real would think he’s going to break you

i think he would really like you to give him HANDJOBS!!

your tiny hands wrapped around him— fuck

he didn’t think that watching a show on tv, with you sitting on the floor while he in the sofa- you between his legs. that he’d be getting hard and actually cause you to crack first.

no way was yeosang going to interrupt your show for a little bedroom playtime, so when it was you who made the first move- things set sail

your fingers brushing over his tip, gathering his leaking arousal- yeosang kept his eyes down watching every move of your small digits and the way both your hands jacking him off looked.

you made him feel huge, and it was true

“y/n- fuck” bucking his hips up, yeosang twitches closer to the edge

having no idea why you’re making him feel close so fast, you just were irresistible with those small features…. all so tempting-

“you can’t even wrap your hands around me~”

but just wait until after he grunts out his dirty comments and amazement, and cums over your hands- it’ll make him hard all over again, and then he’ll compare his size to the tightness of your cunt

san:

cocky #2

are we surprised? not really no

but there’s two things.. does he want to rip you apart or spare you the delicacy?

DEPENDS ON HIS MOOD

if he’s hornyyyy- it’s game over

he’ll do the whole nine— but you better beg

okay doggy would be a position you and san spend having sex in quite a lot.

especially if he’s feeling greedy and pretty much like the most prideful man on earth- because.. i mean he’s the biggest compared to the little baby you are.

“this small pussy takes my big cock so well huh?” he questions you in a low level moan while gripping ahold of your hips tightly

hitting in you perfectly every time, cries of pleasure rip out of you- as your arms can’t keep your upper body up any longer. “mmm- yes! only for you!”

san loves holding his hands on the small of your back while moving his hips in deliberately- making you fall apart just to his doing. your moans made him gleam with delight. and he couldn’t get enough.

so when san pulls out of your sopping cunt- leaving your orgasm to fade away into the midst of no pleasure. and you begin the begging

oh boy. “sannie! n-no don’t stop!! please stretch me out!” with a pout on your lips and hands trailing down to play with your clit- “i need your big cock~”

he’s back in- pounding into you like no tomorrow.. better yet, you’ll be going on until tomorrow- up all night, ripping orgasm after orgasm from your little body

mingi:

princess boy would think you were so cute

omg like :O

YOU ON TOP = MOANING MESS

your small body taking his big everything would make him so bananas

like.. please RIDE HIS THIGHS

climbing on the thickness of mingi’s thighs, two things were going to happen. one; he was going to take in every second of your show and not take any of it further for him, or two; bring the aftermath of it upon you. meaning you caused this achingly hard erection to occur with the friction of your pussy against his thighs, so why don’t you just be so kind and take care of it?

seeing you on top of his spread legs, bouncing yourself up and down his dick- made him feel warmth succumb every part of his body.

“y/n, baby- yes!” deep moans into the air, head thrown back, adam’s apple bobbing. mingi wouldn’t have it any other way

your thighs straddling him, his cock sheathed into you at the pace you make for yourself- all of it was pure bliss

mostly it was when you reached your high. that he couldn’t take it any longer.

your hands gripping tightly into his shoulders, as you continuously abused your sweet hole with him, clenching, moaning- throwing yourself forward to his chest.

once you hit your climax, mingi needs to pull out to spurt his cum over the small of your stomach. absolutely covering you with his white paint. so much of it- just to be splattered about, all over your panting and heaving self was absolutely pristine

wooyoung:

cocky #3

holy hell, YOURE GOING TO NEED HELP

he will ALWAYS make sure you know just how small you really are

like... oh? you can’t reach that? too bad

SO RUDEEE (not really but like) TEASE!

SUCK HIM OFF PLEASE!! he’ll get so whiny

“you little whore huh? really that’s what you are! a tiny little wh- uH~!”

constantly. everytime he’d ramble about having his thick big dick in the smallest little thing of a mouth you have, giving him just a quick suck and pump of your hands- sent wooyoung into a babbling mess.

to the point where you’d have him bucking up with need- because all you do is be small. that’s it.

be the small thing he gets to fuck and love.

oh? you’re hungry? take his cock. oh? you’re bored? take his cock.

it was simple yet exciting. you loved taking him in every way. and he loved the way you- so little yet so proud and confident that wooyoung wouldn’t let it go.

“you j-just can’t get enough can you?” as soon as the stuttering comes repeatedly- it was a cue for you to brace yourself for a load of his seed.

lips wrapped tight around him, your wet little tongue licking and ravishing…. what a sight.

it’s even better when it’s decorated with the milky white of his cum~

jongho:

something inside him will unlock

and he will want to suddenly make you a MESS

MANHANDLING i swear on it

he will lift you up just in regular life

AND in the bedroom

DOES ALL SORTS OF FUCKING- against the wall, standing, etc

it was the little whine that escaped your mouth when jongho had picked you up from the floor and onto the counter when you two were making out- that he knew, fuck yes.

“oh? you’re becoming more and more dumb each time i fuck your tight pussy, hmm” jongho can help the lowness of his voice to become while feeling the way you get even tighter around him, “maybe i ought to fuck you with something else but my cock?”

“no! no! y-your cock please mmmmh- only yours jongho!” your pleading whines that turn into moans into the crook of his neck, for the way he holds you leaves you no choice but to throw your head into

having your body pinned against the wall, so small- easy to use in his advantage and liking

jongho enjoyed the way you were able to be taken anywhere, and in any way. while even during the normal of the day in life- and your going about in public, how you constantly pressed your tiny hands against his abdomen holding him close. jongho, either had a hand cupping your ass or you palming him

no matter the circumstance. jongho lives to see the baby he loves- so small and sweet be needy and breakable to his every demand…

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stanbillyhargrove · 3 years

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Demons - The Rewrite

Chapter 24: Beauty In Death

TW: SUICIDE

Billy’s POV

Cat woke up sick the next morning. Her body just couldn't handle being out in the cold for as long as she had been. Steve, Max and I spent our time nursing her back to health. Bringing her tea and medicine. Tried to get her to eat some soup but everytime she did, she'd end up in the bathroom puking.

She got a fever on the third day. Woke up soaked in sweat and shivering. I skipped school for the morning to stay with her while she drifted in and out of sleep. Switched with Steve at lunch so we didn't fall too far behind on our classes.

We had to call Julie that night. Steve was helping Cat stand up and she had passed out. Just crumpled like a rag doll. Luckily, Steve caught her before she hit the floor or the table.

Julie brought some antibiotics home on her break and thanked us for taking care of Cat before leaving again.

She lasted a few more weeks with Steve and I trying our hardest to never leave her alone. She tried as best as she could to put on a happy front and pretend everything was okay. Max hung around her a lot, keeping that little spark of hope alive. We tried splitting up the nights with her so only one of us would be with Cat every night in hope that the other would be able to relax but both Steve and I had been restless on nights we were alone so we both ended up spending every night at Cat’s. The three of us would pass out sprawled against one another on the couch or Steve would take the couch while Cat and I slept in her room. There were a few times where Steve would drift off behind Cat, holding her so gently, and I would have to leave. I’d go outside to smoke and push down the spark of jealousy in my chest that set me on edge.

But I found myself thinking of Steve almost like a brother and I knew he loved Cat too. And I had to let them have that, let her have all the good in her life that she could.

We drove her to and from school and spent every possible second with her. But it had been exhausting, draining and we were starting to feel run down. Steve had been having a hard time staying awake during class, during basketball practice he had no energy and had been benched the past few days. I knew I was hitting that point of exhaustion too, my brain felt foggy and I was having a hard time focusing on anything.

And now there was a big game this week against a rival team. Coach had pulled Steve and I aside. Told us to get our shit together for the game or don't bother coming back to the team. Told us not to embarrass him.

Then the day of the game came and we were ready. We'd spent the last few nights trying to get as much sleep as we could. Cat seemed to be doing a little better so it made it easier to sleep.

"You're coming to the game, right?" Steve asked Cat.

We were in the parking lot after school. The game didn't start for a couple hours.

"Wouldn't miss it for the world," she smiled, "I just need to get this assignment done. Mom will drive me back later."

Steve pulled her in for a hug, "see you later."

Cat gave Steve a quick smile, “love you, Stevie,” and squeezed his shoulder before getting in the front seat of the Camaro.

I pulled up to her house and noticed the driveway was empty except for Cat's broken down car, “your mom isn't home. Should I stay?"

Cat smiled, squeezed my hand lightly, “she'll be here soon, go get ready for your game," she leaned over to press her lips against mine, "love you, B."

I got home and scarfed down a sandwich that Susan made me before getting ready for the game. I was almost ready when Max appeared in my door.

"Is Cat coming to watch the game too?"

"Yeah, her mom's bringing her. You gunna save her a seat?"

She nodded, "I gotta tell her we finally beat the high score on that game at the arcade."

"Wow, good job, Max. She'll be proud," I said, grabbing my bag from the floor, "you ready?"

Jump.

Score.

The whistle blew.

Half time.

Our team crowded together to cheer for our last second point. Hands clapped my back. People in the stands cheered.

But when Steve and I looked out to the stands, we didn't see her.

I caught Max's eye and mouthed, "Cat?"

She shrugged and shook her head and disappointment settled heavy in my gut.

Steve and I were pulled into the locker room with the rest of the team.

He leaned in to whisper, "where is she?"

I shrugged, "don't know," I whispered back as our coach came in.

My mind was racing while our coach spoke. Is she okay? Is her mom with her? Why isn't she here? She was supposed to be here.

The rest of the game went by in a blur. The final whistle blew and we were swept up in the cheering of our celebrating team.

"We should check on her," Steve said quietly when our team started to disperse into the locker room.

"She did say her mom would be home tonight, maybe they're spending time together."

Steve didn't look convinced.

"I'll drop Max off, you pick up something to eat and we'll meet there. She's okay."

She has to be.

When I pulled up to the house, Steve had just pulled up and was getting out of his car.

Julie's car still wasn't there.

We hurried up to the door and let ourselves in.

"Cat?" I called.

We waited a second, slipping off our shoes. Steve walked in and set a box of pizza down on the kitchen counter.

"Cat?" He yelled, worry growing.

There was a note taped to the fridge, "Be back in a couple weeks. Be good, mom."

It dawned on me, "she wasn't coming home today.."

Steve took off running, grabbing Cat's bedroom doorframe to stop himself before ducking in.

"Cat?"

My heart was threatening to pound out of my chest.

“Cat?” I called, my voice ringing through the house, "Hello?"

Steve was panicking, shaking like a fucking leaf and cursing under his breath. I swallowed past the lump in my throat and pushed forward to the bathroom. Wrapped my fingers around the doorknob and twisted.

Click.

Locked.

Steve came forward to knock on the door, "Cat?

Silence.

I rattled the handle, "Cat? Can you answer me?"

We waited a second, holding our breath.

Nothing.

Steve stepped back a bit, shaking his head.

His voice hitched, "Cat, please?"

I pounced my fist against the door, "Cat, open the door!"

"Cat!" Steve yelled, losing his composure as he slammed his hand against the wood.

I pounded on the door harder, rattled the door know again, "Cat! Come on!"

Steve slammed his shoulder against the door and choked on tears.

"Back up," I said as I stepped away from the door.

I threw myself into the door as hard as I could. Wood cracked loudly under my shoulder, but not enough.

Steve had his hands in his hair, fingers clenched tight in his locks. His whole body tense.

I ran across the hall and threw my weight into the door again.

Wood splintered and gave way. The door flung open, swinging into the wall behind it.

I felt my knees give out when I saw what waited inside.

Cause while Steve had dealt with this before, had lived through this before, I wasn’t prepared for this.

Suddenly I was thrown into a memory of the first time Neil gave me a bloody nose when I was young and I couldn’t stop staring at the blood running down my face.

While I sunk to the ground, Steve leaped over me, a string of curses spilling from his lips.

“Fuck, fucking call someone! Jesus,” Steve ordered, hands shaking as he whipped around to grab towels.

I didn’t hear him, couldn’t hear him past the sound of my own blood rushing in my ears. I felt like my lungs had filled with cement and I couldn’t gulp in enough air to fill them anymore.

Steve looked at me and scrambled over to grab at my arms, “jesus, Hargrove. Fucking, get over here,” he pulled me across the floor and wrapped my hands around Cat’s arms, “squeeze tight."

His hands left bloody prints up my arms. Her blood.

“But…you..last time..she's okay, right?"

“This is worse, we need help," he squeezed my hands around her arms, "tight. Don’t let go.”

My jaw worked with words that wouldn’t find their way past my tongue as Steve released me to run out of the room.

Worse? I couldn’t imagine how there could be a better or worse to this.

“Hello? I need an ambulance,” Steve’s watery voice echoed through the house, “my friend, she slit her wrists…”

I stopped listening, my only focus the metallic tang that hung thick in the air, coating the inside of my nose until I felt nauseous.

“Cat?” I croaked, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry Baby. Please, please come back, just look at me, okay? Please? Just open your eyes, Baby,” I begged, trying to keep an iron grip on her arms but wanting so desperately to shake her until she woke up.

Steve came hurrying back into the bathroom, a red mark smeared across his cheek where he’d wiped at his face, “they’ll be here soon.”

He crowded beside me and grabbed at Cat’s face, leaving a matching smear, “hey, come on. Wake up, we’re here. We got you, okay? You gotta stay with us.”

She didn’t move when Steve shook her, and she was so pale. It crossed my mind that maybe we were too late.

My eyes burned as tears spilled down my cheeks, my arms shook and my knuckles were turning stark white against the red towels.

“Steve,” I choked, “I.. I don’t, what…why..?”

Steve chewed his lip, worried at it so much I thought he’d break skin, “fuck. I don’t know, I don’t know what to do. We just gotta try to keep her from bleeding out until the ambulance gets here,” he tried to shake her again and got no response, “mother fucker! Come on, asshole! Open your fucking eyes!”

My jaw ticked as anger spiked in my chest, “don’t swear at her!"

Steve whipped his head around to glare at me through dewy eyes, “really? You think me swearing is going to make this any worse?”

“I don’t know, Steve! Is it going to make it any fucking better?” I spat.

Steve opened his mouth to start yelling at me when he heard sirens coming closer and instead stood up with a huff, “stay here.”

“The fuck else do you think I’m gunna go?” I growled under my breath as he left.

“Please,” I pleaded, barely keeping myself from sobbing, “please, Cat. You can’t..you can’t fucking leave me like this. You just need to hold on, okay? Just stay with me, please. It'll be okay, everything will be okay. Just hold on."

I didn’t have to wait long before Steve hurried back with a couple paramedics holding a stretcher. They crowded into the bathroom, one man gently moving me out of the way to grab at Cat, fingers moving everywhere to test for a pulse and lift her eyelids.

Steve and I could only hear snippets of what they were saying to each other.

“Unconscious…non responsive….we’re gonna need an IV…I’ve got a heartbeat, barely."

They moved to lift her onto the stretcher and hurried back out to the ambulance with Steve and I following behind.

"Is she okay?" I asked, following behind.

They didn't answer, just hurried to load her into the ambulance. One of the men climbed into the back with her and went to close the door but was stopped by me grabbing the door.

"Sir, I need you to let go."

"I'm coming," I said, trying to climb into the ambulance.

He held up a hand, stopping me, “I’m sorry, immediate family only in the ambulance. You guys will have to follow us, call her parents.”

I looked at the man’s stupid freckled face, his stupid kind eyes and had to stop myself from tackling the man to the ground.

“Are you fucking kidding me? Do you see parents? We’re all she has! We have to go with her! I need to know she’s okay!” I shouted.

“Sir! You need to calm down,” the man replied sternly, “can’t let you in. Rules."

Steve grabbed my bicep and pulled gently, “Billy, let them go. They need to go,” he urged.

I tensed, my face going stony and backed away from the ambulance doors as Steve pulled at me with a shaking hand.

Steve was shaking violently as the ambulance drove away, sirens blaring. He never let go of my arm, he held tight like he thought I might bolt or he might collapse if he were to let go.

When the ambulance was out of sight, I turned and pulled my keys out of my pocket, “let’s go.”

Steve shook his head, “no, I need to, we gotta..we can’t leave that mess.”

I glared at him, I didn’t want to have to face that again, but followed Steve inside anyway. I followed Steve back to the bathroom where he dutifully handed me a couple towels and started filling the tub with hot water. We started wiping up the blood silently, neither of us ready to break the silence as we turned the bath water red from rinsing out the towels. It was eery, seeing the outline of where Cat had been slumped on the floor, clean and empty against the pool of dark red. I stuck my hand in the middle of the clean spot and felt my chin begin to waver. It was too much, seeing the blood pooled on the floor and sprayed up onto the cabinet, the smeared hand print on the edge of the tub next to shining metal.

“Steve,” I choked out.

He looked up at me with big, glassy eyes, there was a steady stream running down his cheeks that he hadn’t bothered to wipe away. With a huff I threw down the towel I had been cleaning with and stalked out of the house into the front yard. I fumbled to pull a cigarette out of my jacket and light it, my hands shaking and leaving red prints everywhere. Steve didn’t follow me, I was by myself with the weight of the world on my chest.

What am I gunna do if she…?

If she’s gone…forever?

I smoked through my last three cigarettes quickly, relishing in the acrid burn of my lungs until I went to grab another and found my pack empty. I screamed out a curse and threw the empty carton across the lawn and collapsed to the ground, holding my head in my hands and sobbing violently.

I should’ve fucking been here, she shouldn’t have been alone.

I knew, deep down, that she wasn't getting better. I had just been stupid enough to hope. To hope that she'd turn a corner, that her mom would be here to make sure she was okay.

But she wasn’t here, nobody was. And Cat was alone.

And that's my fault.

I sat there, wallowing in my anger and despair until my chest stopped heaving and my breath started to come normally again.

Briefly, I wondered if she left a note, something explaining why I wasn’t enough. Why we weren't enough to keep her alive.

I set my jaw, wiped at my cheeks and slowly got back to my feet to go back inside. I could hear Steve’s heart wrenching sobs as soon as I walked inside and followed them to find him curled up on the floor in Cat’s room, his head buried in his bloody knees. I gently knelt down next to him, twisting my fingers together in my lap.

“Don’t got any cigarettes to offer you,” I muttered, my voice scratchy and rough.

Steve sniffed and took a shuddering breath, “she didn’t call or anything...I tried s-so fucking hard.”

“I know,” I placed a hand on his back gently, “I know you did. We did all we could, Steve.”

“We should go..” he whispered.

“Yeah, okay,” I agreed, standing back up and extending a hand to him.

He puffed out another long breath before taking my hand to pull himself off the floor. Before I could think, Steve had collapsed into my shoulder, his arms gripping at my back in a crushing embrace as he choked out another sob.

“I should have been here, we shouldn’t have left her alone. This is my fucking fault,” he cried.

I wrapped my arms around his shoulders firmly and grit my teeth before trying to talk past the knot in my throat, “Steve. Come on, it’s not your fault.”

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marley-yao · 3 years

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Marli | The Beginning of Ever After

Pairing - Marley Yao & Li Shang Jr. ( @lishangjr )

Time - Beginning of winter break.

Setting - Horse riding trail/River

Summary - Marley and Li go horseback riding to spend time alone together, finally finding their way into each other’s hearts.

Marley:

Marley was excited for many things this coming break, to see Li again with nothing like school or work keeping them busy and to see her family and horses again. It always pained Marley to leave them alone when she went away for school but they were almost always the first ones she tended to whenever she came home. Eager to get some time with Li and the horses she invited him to the ranch they lived in. A brush was sitting on a stool nearby, she grabbed it and looked over at Li before she took a few steps towards him.

"I feel like I should know this, but how often have you ridden one before?" she asked as she held a hand out for him to take the brush from her.

Li:

Hanging out with Marley was always a good time, and they'd made a good effort to keep in touch even though they weren't technically in school together anymore; phone calls and Facetime and random dinners were great, but it wasn't a substitute for real one on one time. Northern Wei was his favorite place to be, and being here with his favorite person was the best bonus in the world.

He took the brush from her with a gentle smile. "Often enough. I rode more when I was younger, and you know I got busy with other things when we went to Auradon City so it's been a bit. Hopefully I'm not out of practice. Where are we taking them today?"

Marley:

Marley had been thinking about the holiday break for a long time. Especially with the talk she'd been getting from her closest friends. The advice she'd received to bring IT up. But she couldn't bring herself to do it. For a lot of reasons, one being that she didn't want to ruin any of the time they get to spend together unencumbered by daily life schedules.

"I'm sure you'll pick it back up immediately." she stood next to the horse and stroked it lightly as she gazed at the girl. "There's this trail out back behind the ranch. it leads to this beautiful river. you'll love it!"

Li:

"I sure hope so. If I don't, I'm counting on you not to leave me behind," Li teased. "That really does sound perfect. Lead the way." With that, he pulled himself onto his horse with -- thankfully -- minimal effort; he was very athletic but he hadn't done this in a while, so if he embarrassed himself in front of Marley, it would've been mortifying.

Marley:

"Oh, if you fall behind it's on you to catch up." Marley jokes as she walked over to the next stall to her horse. she pulled herself on top of it, slinging her leg to other side and holding onto the reigns and signaled to the horse to start walking out the barn, walking slowly to make sure Li was behind her. "got it?" she called behind to him.

Li:

Li started at the reigns for a moment, taking a moment to remember how to get the horse to move the way he wanted. Once he told hold of it, it was almost like second nature and he got the horse out of the stall a moment after Marley's had. "I think I'm remembering," he called to her before getting the horse to hurry up so that he could be as close to Marley's side as possible. He didn't just mean the horse stuff; being back in Northern Wei, doing fun things with Marley, the rest of the world feelings miles away... it was one of his favorite feelings in the world. "I was going to say we should race to the river but I kind of want to take my time. Is it bad to say it's times like these that I don't miss Auradon City at all?"

Marley:

"Heyyy, you got it!" She cheered on once Li was able to catch up, Marley gripped the reigns to make the horse start trotting in the direction they were headed. She chuckled a little. These little moments were always the ones she loved the most. When nothing else mattered but the two of them. "Oh my god, same!" She exclaimed as she rode steadily towards the river. "It's probably not great that I wish we could just run away together somewhere like this but then I remember that isn't really possible." her hand reached up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. "i mean, we're making do with what we can but it's just like not enough. I knew I'd miss you but this is like insane not getting to see you almost everyday." her feelings always poured out easily when talking to him. but at times the gate was so widely opened that she would almost slip up and add in the parts about how she not only wished they were just physically together but really together.

Li:

Li felt a warmth spread across his face when Marley cheered him on; any little thing he did was always, without fail, made more special when he had Marley's support. It was one of those things he'd always known but that he'd only realized was a sign that he was in love with her until recently. Now, when she spoke about running away together hypothetically and it made his heart pound harder than any workout could, Li wondered how he'd ever not known. It was nice to know that she missed him too, even if it probably wasn't in the same way. After all, nothing had happened after their Moment and he didn't want to remind her of it, in case she ended up feeling guilty about his and Summer's ending. He didn't want any bad feelings for Marley, ever. "I knew I'd miss you too but it's kind of crazy how much I do. Maybe we should run away together," Li joked, before thinking for a second and adding, "but no, too many people would miss us. It'd be easier if we just lived together." The words came out of him before he could help it and he hastened to add, "Or we could just have weekly in-person dinners and fall asleep talking on the phone more often."

Marley:

His smile. Honestly, Marley could watch him smile for ages. It sent butterflies to her stomach everytime they would have moments like these. Then she realized she probably shouldn't have been staring so long and turned her gaze ahead of her to continue down their path. "I didn't expect it to be this much either. It's not like we haven't been apart before." A light chuckle left her lips as she glanced at him, her heart skipping a beat with his string of words. running away together, moving in together. before she could dwell on it and what it means, he'd already moved on. or took it back. she couldn't really figure out which one it was, she assumed the latter. "Yeah, or that. We could totally do that and just hang out more often. It'll be nice to see you around whenever possible. So long as you you don't mind watching me looking a bit of a mess... and watching your sister dancing in the background." Marley laughed petting the horse stuff. As much as she'd hoped that their one almost kiss wouldn't be it, she was getting the impression it was. She'd tried going on a date with Anthony to move on, especially with the whole movie moment meeting, but all she could think about was Li the whole time. Still Marley didn't know if she wanted to tell him about that or not. "We're almost there!" She gleamed hearing the soft running water from a distance.

Li:

"I guess it's kind of different now," Li mused almost to himself; Marley was right, after all, they hadn't been joined at the hip their whole lives, but every time they were apart now just felt longer and sadder and worse. He was surprised Marley was feeling it too, since he knew that it had gotten worse for him upon realizing how much she meant to him, but Marley was probably just being empathetic and mind like always. "I've never seen you look a mess," Li laughed, "but I always want to see you, no matter what you look like, so that's fine by me. I just feel like I must be missing out on your life and I hate that feeling. I want to know it all." He was getting too mushy, he could feel it, but oh well. He could blame it on the gorgeous view coming up ahead of them instead of the gorgeous view riding the horse alongside him. "Wow, is that where we're going?" Li asked, amazed.

Marley:

"It is..." Marley nodded to herself, she knew why it was different to her. Because she loves him, and not in the way that all best friends love each other. She didn't know what made it feel different for him, maybe because after college and there's no guarantee of seeing each other after it. Nope, she doesn't like the idea of that at all. "You definitely have." she laughed off the compliment, shaking her head. "Well maybe, you're just immune to post work Marley." She chewed on her bottom lip, feeling a little guilty. There were things that she'd kept from him that she wouldn't usually keep from him before. She thought about saying something then before they arrived. The thought being pushed into the back of her mind. "Yeah! We're here!" She smiled widely, as she slowed the horse down to a stop by the trees. "Isn't it beautiful?" She loved it here, it was like her own private getaway.

Li:

"Or maybe any Marley is always a welcome sight," Li quipped back, willing to let it drop if she didn't want to take the compliment, though; maybe it was too intimate even, telling her how amazing she looked all the time, and he needed to chill and just be her best friend the way he used to be. But that was a hard line to walk when he'd always complimented her and always thought the world of her, even before what had happened. At least they were finally there at the bank of a gorgeous river. Li's horse slowed down too and he got off of it, eyes wide at the scenery. "I love it," he breathed, going over to Marley's horse to offer her a hand to help her down. They both knew Marley didn't need any help getting off a horse, but still, he wanted to offer just in case. Besides, finding excuses to hold her hand lately had been thrilling.

Marley:

"Thank you, Li." She could go back and forth but it was no use, he'd always win this game. Marley could feel the warmth growing in her face. She wondered if Li would be able to tell. That wouldn't be good at all. He always compliments her, it doesn't mean what she wishes it to mean. Her head turned as if to get a view of the land around them, really just giving her time to erase the growing blush on her face. "I knew you would. This place almost just... feels magical." She was relieved her blush faded away by the time he walked over to her and offered his hand. There he was again, being the prince in her life again. Her hand reached to his, grasping it firmly as she climbed off the horse. Once she hit the ground she kept her hand in his without a second thought, walking towards the stream. I'm the back of her mind she kept thinking about how to talk to him about her failed attempt at dating. But unsure of how the conversation would steer, Marley decided to wait until they'd at least gotten settled or comfortable before she brought it up. Soon, she kept telling herself. Just at the right time. "I really wish it were spring or summer right now so we could go swimming."

Li:

Magical was an appropriate word. It almost felt like Li and Marley were the only two people in the world, which was a feeling he liked more than he'd ever want to admit. He let out a small sigh of relief when she didn't let go of his hand and they could walk, hand in hand, closer to the water. They'd had some moments like this over Thanksgiving, but this was as romantic as all of their small moments combined. If there was ever a time to get over his anxieties surrounding admitting his feelings to her, it was now, wasn't it? He'd spent so long being mad at himself for almost starting his and Marley's story with a completely unromantic kiss born of cheating that it made him worry if he could ever be the guy she really wanted. But now they were here, alone; could his and Marley's potential life story have a more perfect spot than right here and right now? Soon, he told himself, holding tight onto her hand as they got to the edge of the water. "We should come back in the spring," Li suggested, taking in the stream before turning his head to look at Marley. "If you're coming back for spring break, that is. We could ride horses, go swimming. I could even make us a picnic."

Marley:

It felt perfect, to be able to hold his hand so naturally. To be out here with him, in this beautiful terrain as winter was steadfastly approaching. The perfect weather to huddle together for warmth. To gaze at your best friend and wonder how you could possibly begin to find anyone else like him. Or even think for a second she could feel anything even remotely like this with anyone else. I guess that wasn't the entire point of that date, coffee stop or whatever the proper name for it could be. It was a distraction, something to finally take her mind off the fact that the one true love she'd always dreamed of and always hoped for wasn't turning out how she thought it would. "Yeah, I'd love that. I'm not sure where else I'd be or if I'd even want to be anywhere else for that matter." She reached with her free have to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. Hopefully she didn't spend too long staring at him for him to notice. "I just can't wait for some of your mom's cookies! Hot and fresh out the oven, sipping hot chocolate while we all huddle by the fire." What she really meant was her and Li baking his special recipe for cookies, cuddling with him under a blanket, the both of them under the glow of the fireplace. "I love Valentine's day of course the most but I think Christmas is a very close second."

Li:

"You could always decide to stay in Auradon City for work," Li suggested, although he suspected they both knew that the odds of that were low. "Or sometimes people spend spring break with their friends, that's always an option. I do hope we both come home, though. You're the only friend I want to spend my breaks with. All my breaks, really," he laughed lightly. Yes, this would be a great time to say something about how he felt about her; they were in a great place, sitting by a river and talking about all the things they'd done together and all the things they wanted to do. And then she brought up Valentine's Day and he knew he had to say something. "That sounds like the perfect Christmas. Now to make sure you have the perfect Valentine's Day, too. Do you have any plans for that already?" He asked nervously, looking out onto the river instead of at Marley.

Marley:

Marley gave some thought to his suggestions. She did spend literally every break at home and Lonnie had just didn't Thanksgiving somewhere else for the first time too. She wondered if maybe there was something else that she could do with her friends. "Spring break would be fun with friends, actually. But you'd definitely have to be there too. Just like you said," she paused as she squeezed their hands together, holding it up to gesture to them. "i want to spend all my breaks with you." She let their hands fall gently back to their previous state. Her eyebrow raised when he'd brought up Valentine's day. The last one was pretty disastrous and even though she'd had a separate date earlier it's pretty hard for that to override the later events. "Plans already? Definitely not." This, this is time she can bring it up and get everything out in the open. "All I had was coffee with Anthony Tremaine before break and even though it was nice, my heart just wasn't in it..." Her eyes stayed locked on a single point in the river as she quickly said everything, only glancing back at him to try and guage his reaction.

Li:

Li felt a small lump in his throat form at the sight of Marley holding up their joined hands. He thought maybe he'd always remember the way this felt, sitting by the water and loudly declaring each other as part of their teams, forever. Even if he said something and it was too late, at least he knew for sure their friendship couldn't be ruined. It was as solid as the earth beneath them, and as longstanding as the river in front of them. "You know I come home for every break but if you want to go somewhere else, I will. If you're there, it's home," Li decided outloud, looking over at her to flash her a smile. Of course she reacted to his Valentine's Day question strangely; it was strange to ask about that already, but he knew in his heart already that he wanted their next Valentine's Day to be different than their last. Better. And even when she mentioned going on a date with Anthony Tremaine, it just gave him more hope. After all, she'd said she wasn't invested, and he hoped it was for a reason. "That's how I felt at the end of my relationship with Summer," Li admitted softly. "And um, an incident with a friend before winter break where they told me they want me." He hadn't told Marley about the fact that one of his friends had confessed feelings to him recently, so he said it quickly, his face warming. "That feeling that my heart wasn't in it. I knew it couldn't be, because it was already somewhere else." He bit his lip and looked back out onto the water, not sure how to say the next part.

Marley:

Her heart warmed whenever she had these moments with Li. A little part of her dreamed that these would be the memories they would share together in the future after they'd gotten married. It wasn't anything she's ever shared with him of course. Or any of her friends on the off chance that she would sound slightly delusional. The blush came creeping back in. "You're my home too." Simple words, but she meant every bit of it. She felt nothing but safe and happy whenever she was with him, no matter where they were. "Oh-" Marley was surprised to hear that. I mean she really shouldn't be. She knows that Li is a fantastic and amazing person and so many people have already noticed. The idea that she could've lost him to whoever the friend was just that quickly as she possibly could've had him was somewhat of a wake-up call. And now it seems that she actually might... Her hand subconsciously formed a tighter grip on his hand, prepared for the other shoe to drop. "Oh, well, whoever they are, they're the luckiest person alive." She swallowed as she fought hard to look at him. Her heart had begun pounding so hard she thought he would be able to hear it.

Li:

Li felt her hand hold his tighter, and he squeezed back. Maybe they were both bracing themselves for whatever was coming next, diving headfirst into a change, a new chapter in their lives together. "No, I'm the luckiest person alive," Li corrected, licking his suddenly dry lips as he looked at Marley for what was probably the millionth time in his life. She'd always been beautiful, had always been kind. She'd always been hopeful and patient for her love story and she deserved it, and he had to deliver. "Because I've fallen in love with my best friend. I don't think it can get much luckier than that." He held her gaze as well as he could but his gaze lowered to her lips after a second before flickering back to those eyes he knew so well to see what she could possibly be thinking right now.

Marley:

He'd fully grabbed her attention now. Although he'd always had it, she was just preparing herself for what he'd say next. The squeeze he returned to her was comforting when everything would change with what he said next. Then suddenly, it was almost like time was moving in slow motion. Somewhere inside her she could feel what was coming next and she allowed herself to feel hope. Maybe it was the way he was looking at her, like she was his everything. With the way he'd always looked at her, she always felt like they were the only two people in the world. And then all her hopes had come true. She thought her heart would explode with how fast it was beating right now. A smile forming on her lips as she shook her head in disbelief. "I'm in love with you too, Li. I-" A small nervous chuckle as she was still trying to wrap her mind around the fact that this was actually happening. "I love you." Marley repeated with her eyes trailing over his face, pausing at his lips before they stopped when they met with his eyes.

Li:

Li watched and waited, every millisecond longer than any millisecond before it had ever been, and then there it was, a smile. His favorite smile in the world. She said it back and he felt as if he could stand up, do a backflip, and fight off an entire army with only his heart powering him, but instead of doing any of that, he stayed seated in the moment with the girl he loved. "I love you too," he almost whispered. "I think maybe I always have. I'm sorry it took this long but do you think, maybe, we could finish that kiss?" His free hand had already raised to the side of her face, tracing her cheekbone lightly as he tucked her hair behind her ear again. He felt like he'd been waiting a lifetime to get to kiss Marley for real and it was almost surreal that it could happen right now, but she loved him. She loved him. That was all that mattered.

Marley:

If Marley could describe the feelings she was having, it'd be hard. A lifetime of loving her best friend although she hadn't known until recently, it didn't feel as if it'd come full circle but more like it's turning and creating a new circle. A new start for them, together. Marley felt herself slowly gravitating closer towards him before she had even realized. "I thought you'd never ask." It might've been cheesy, but it was exactly perfect for them. The hand she held in his only leaving so it could find its way to the back of his neck, her fingers lightly brushing his hair as she'd leaned into him, fully pressing her lips against his. And I'm that moment, Marley could swear fireworks had just burst and sprinkled their light across a night sky. Her best friend loved her and she felt like the luckiest girl alive.

Li:

Li felt shivers going down the back of his neck, but it didn't make him feel cold. It made him feel refreshed, with new energy that flowed through him, out of his hand, onto Marley, making them one as he leaned in for the kiss and pressed his lips against hers, finally able to savor every moment. She felt so soft in his hands and against his mouth, and she smelled so familiar; it was amazing how much this felt like coming home, like they'd done it before and like they'd do it again, maybe every day for the rest of their lives. When he pulled back, he looked dazed, as if he'd just seen his entire future. "I don't even know what to say now. I kind of just want to do that forever," he laughed.

Marley:

Marley had been lifted off her feet, floating as if she were on a cloud. That's what it felt like to finally feel this, this connection like she were in another world or universe. Not because it felt unfamiliar but because it felt just so exactly right. Like a combination of why hadn't they been doing this before and they'd been doing this together forever. Her forehead rested against his head when he pulled away, the fluttering in her chest not going away. She giggled softly at his comment. "That is definitely something that we will have to do again. And hopefully not take so long getting around to again."

Li:

"You can kiss me whenever you want," Li promised, relaxing against her head as they both rested in the aftermath of their feelings rising to the surface and meeting in the middle. "Wherever we are. You're the only one I want to do that with anyway." He thought for a moment and started laughing lightly. "How many 'I told you so's do you think we'll face when we get back?"

Marley:

"Oh, trust me, I absolutely will be." Marley couldn't help the huge smile that had glued itself to her face. she had laughed and shook her head slightly. "oh my god, so many." her hand went to search for his, lifting his hand to the middle of the both of them. "They're going to be torn between gawking over the fact we are finally together and telling us that they knew it all along."

Li:

Their hands found each other easily, speaking volumes without needing words. Li had always been the guy to say what he meant with his actions or his body instead so the fact that he and Marley felt like they were on the same vibe right now was more romantic than anything he could've imagined. "I can't blame them," he admitted with a calm smile. "I can't believe we're finally together either. So maybe let's not go back quite yet? Just be together, alone, here, for a while."

Marley:

It was like fitting the last puzzle piece in and seeing the whole beautiful picture that remains. How perfect was it with them like this together? Her heart was beating so rapidly in her chest, he always gave her butterflies like this. Almost like he was reading her mind when he'd suggested they stay here for a while more. Her head nodded, "I was hoping you'd say that. I'm not ready for us to go back yet." her hand lightly squeezed his in a loving manner.

Li:

He squeezed her hand right back, softly, to say that he heard and understood her. "Then let's take our time. After all, we're good at that," Li laughed, his heart feeling light as a feather as they sat by what felt like the edge of the earth, completely alone but also more together than they'd ever been, and this was only the beginning.

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Talk to me. Keanu reeves.

A/N: This is my first request ever (for @celestiaelisia) and I hope it meets the standards 💖

Word Count: 3337 (more or less I've edited this like a thousand times dude)

Summary: You work as assistant director in the John Wick 3 set and everything is quite shitty in your personal life.

Warnings: Body shaming (your coworkers shame you because of your weight so if it’s triggering for you please don’t risk it. You are all beautiful no matter what.), angsty angst.

Sunset Boulevard was crowded with tourists, as always. You walked fast, making your way through, you had no time to waste. You needed a new job. You had moved to LA a year ago. The relationship with your parents was hanging by a thread. You were a reckless teenager often getting yourself into trouble. Everything started when you stuck up for yourself in high school, people blamed you for the fights that happened and the director had to call your parents every other week. That's when you started skipping school, staying late out and fighting endlessly with you mother. The only support you had was your older sister. She had always been by your side in every tough situation. You came to her to seek comfort, to joke around, to cry your eyes out. She was everything to you, the only thing that prevented you from leaving. One day the situation got out of hands and you just had to run away. Your first option was LA, the city of dreams, or so people said. You'd wanted to be a movie director since you were a little girl. In high school your highest grades were the photography and audiovisuals ones, it was a vocation. When you arrived you rented a room in a small apartment with two other girls and looked for a job in the film industry, soon losing your hopes as it was a lot harder than it seemed and sticking to waitressing while looking longingly at the hollywood sign instead.

You had just been fired from your latest job. You were waitressing in a cheap dinner down town. Greasy food, watered down coffee and terrible tips. But life kept on going and rent wasn't going to pay itself so you had to keep on looking for another job. Looking online you found an opening as assistant director for the third John Wick movie. You experience in the field wasn't impressive so you didn't think much of it besides applying and keep giving out resumes at restaurants and dinners. Deep, deep down you still had a little gleam of hope that told you they would call you. Surprisingly, they did call, and the first thing you did was phone your sister. When you told her she got even more excited than you, she had always believed in you and even though this was just a little step she knew it was the beggining of a succesful career.

The filming had started a couple of weeks ago. Being in New York felt pretty rad. You walked effortlessly around the set, giving out the day's scripts, delivering clothes door to door, bringin everyone their cup of coffee... it almost seemed like you floated around. No one knew how you managed to do all of that by yourself. Sure you had some coworkers with the exact same work as you but they would rather spend their time sitting around doing nothing. Truth is you loved this job. You loved having the opportunity to meet actors and actresses, learning about directing and producing films and keeping your mind busy. You always carried around a little notepad to write down all the tips the director and the producers gave you. Your coworkers saw you as the ass-licker assistant and considering how people praised you for your good work, their hatred for you grew and grew each time someone complimented you. At first, you didn't care, you knew you had been working hard and that you deserved to be recognized for that. However, when the first insult came you knew it was going to be be harder than you thought.

"Hey fattie, why don't you bring me a coffee." one of your coworkers said as you were about to exit the trailer the director had assigned for all of you to take your work breaks in. You turned around to look at him, shocked by the words that had left his mouth. Your cheeks turned a bright red color and the other colleage sitting next to him stiffled a laugh. You were trying to process what had just happened, memories of high school came rushing to your mind like a shit tornado. This was too familiar. Sure, you were overweight but after all the bullying you had endured as a teen you finally thought of yourself as an intelligent, beautiful and sweet individual. You knew your weight didn't define you and you certainly didn't care about what others thought of you. However, hearing that "nickname" again made it all come back: the insecurity, the shame. You opened your mouth to answer but nothing came out, your brain replaying in loop how your classmates yelled insults towards you in the halls and how the girls teased you in gym class. Your eyes watered and you rushed out of the trailer, slamming the door behind you and trying to get away as fast as possible. You ran between the trailers, in search of yours. You picked up your phone to give a quick call to your sister, to ask for advice. You let it beep a few times, her answering machine spoke and told you to leave a message. "Hi sis, I was just calling to get some advice. It's been a couple of days since we last talked, hope you're okay. Give me a call." You hung up and kept walking fast.

“y/n!”

You cursed under your breath as you heard that familiar voice calling you. You dried the few tears that had escaped with the back of your hand and put on the fakest smile you could, hoping he wouldn’t knotice your flustered face. You turned around and waved as you saw him approach you “Hey Keanu!”

He tried to steady his short breaths “Wow you almost outran me there.” he chuckled.

“Well, be careful grandpa.” you said holding back a laugh. He looked at you with eyes wide open as he laughed hard.

“You offended me with that one I must say.” He stared at you with a playful grin and you felt your heart pound in your chest.

He was wearing his John Wick suit and a few fake cuts on his face and the only think you could think of was how good he would look without that suit. Yes, maybe you had a little crush on him. Of course you did, who could resist him? After a couple of weeks of shooting you two had gotten pretty close. He was such a sweet man, he always listened to everything you had to say and he was really fun to be around. You just wished he would ask you on a date and hold your hand and kiss you. His voice got you out of your little daydream. “Anyways, I came to ask if you wanted to grab something to eat after work.” Yes, yes, a thousand times yes. “Sure!” you said trying to play it cool.

Weeks passed by and the mean comments just got worse and worse. "Disgusting" "Why don't you go to the gym fattie" "That shirt looks too tight on you we can see your rolls." No one on set knew and you planned to keep it that way. The shame was already unbearable and if everyone found out it was going to be even worse. Your self steem was slowly dissolving, leaving you feeling like an empty carcass, a shadow of the person you used to be. Outside you were still the same, no one noticed something was wrong, but inside you were an anxious mess. You feared everytime you had to walk on set, everytime you had to go out. You felt everyone's eyes on you, where you once had seen admiration you saw judgemental stares that burned on your skin. You started declining Keanu's invitations to go out to eat, coming up with shitty excuses you knew he didn't buy. You isolated yourself instead, crying you eyes out in your trailer, wishing to hug your sister and get that comfort you so desperately needed. She hadn't returned any of your calls and it all was adding to your anxiety. Was she alright? Had your parents finally convinced her to stop talking to you? On top of that you were messing up the friendship you had managed to build with Keanu. How could a girl like you be so delusional as to fall for a man like him. He would never see you as anything more than a good friend, if you were still friends that is. You were pushing him away, just as you always did. It hurt like hell. Tears started flowing again, harder this time. You were sure people walking by outside could hear you sobbing but you didn't care.

Keanu walked by your trailer to get to his and he stopped in his tracks when he heard you sobbing. He was starting to worry about you. He didn't know if you were trying to avoid him because you wanted to end your friendship or if there was something wrong in your personal life. Either way he wanted to find out. He enjoyed spending time with you, he always had fun when you were around. He thought of you as a bright, fun and beautiful woman who didn't give a fuck about what others thought of her. Your strength and sense of righteousness were the things he loved the most about you. The way you stuck up for what you believed in was admirable. That bright and cheerful side of you was already fading and he had noticed from the first moment. Keanu wasn't the type to intrude in someone's personal matters but when he heard you crying he knew he had to do something, he just had to think the best way to approach you.

The next day went by as always. You made small talk with the crew, talked to the director and producer to write down some notes about what they told you, and tried to avoid Keanu as much you could. You had caught him staring a couple of times and you just waved as you walked away. Fast. You knew he could sense something was off and you feared what would happen if he found out. "Maybe he'll join them. Or maybe he'll just laugh at you for being so fucking weak." Your mind whispered as your eyes welled up with tears.

Your trailer door closing behind your was the sweetest sound to you. It meant you were safe from the outside world, no one could mess with you in your safe space. Unless...

Your phone started ringing, breaking the silence of your small house. You ran to pick it up thinking it your be your sister but instead a male voice spoke.

"Hello. Are you y/n y/l/n?"

"Yes. And who are you?" You said, your heart rate rising up dangerously.

"I'm you sister's husband." Silence took over the phone line. He was waiting for some kind of reaction that never came, so he spoke again, sniffling lightly. "Its all happened so fast. One day she was fine and the next one she had to be hospitalized and when you didn't come I assumed your parents didn't even call you-" he rushed his words.

Your breath hitched and your head suddenly felt light "What?" You mumbled

"She passed away last week. Today was her funeral. I'm so sorry."

The phone fell to the floor. Suddenly everything felt like it was spinning in circles. Your heart threatened to come out your mouth and the tightness in your throat made it difficult to breathe. You fell to your knees with a loud thump. You opened your mouth to take a deep breath but a scream came out instead. A raw pained scream that tore apart your insides.

Keanu was smoking a cigarette outside his trailer. The weather was good considering it was winter and if he smoked inside the smell lingered on the bed sheets which he actually found pretty nasty if he thought about it. He was staring at New York's lightning, his thoughts lost in y/n, thinking about her behaviour. He blew the smoke and watched as it mingled with his condensating breath and danced in the cold air. The night was silent which was something strange in New York City, it felt almost peaceful. He finished the cigarette and walked to a nearby trash to throw away the butt. A pained scream cut the silence and echoed in the trailer zone. Then silence. Then another one followed. He turned around and started running towards where he thought it came. His heart was pounding in his ribcage, fearing the worst thing. He could tell who was the source, he would’ve known from a thousand miles away.

He busted the door open and found you there, sitting on the floor with your arms wrapped around yourself as you screamed all your pain away.

“y/n!” he kneeled on the floor next to you and hugged you tight. “What happened?” he said over your screams, worry obvious in his voice. He rocked you back and forth while he whispered sweet nothings into your ear, trying to get you to calm down so you could talk to him. It took a couple of minutes but you managed to stop screaming, turning into a crying mess as you slowly wrapped your head around that phone call.

“My sister.” you said sobbing into his chest as he rubbed circles on your back. “she passed away.” as you let out those words total realization hit you and the tears started flowing faster.

“I’m so sorry, love.” Keanu planted a kiss on your hair as he let you cry a little more.

When you managed to calm down -or maybe when you ran out of tears to spill- you took deep breaths and Keanu’s voice flooded your ears

“Are you hungry?” you shook your head no and he just sighed “Okay. I’m gonna grab some stuff from my trailer to spend the night here. I’ll be back.”

You moved off his lap and he stood up. “Keanu” you spoke, you voice sore and broken “It’s okay, really, you don’t have to stay.” god, you were a terrible liar.

He smiled sweetly from the doorway “I know i don’t have to, I want to. Now wait for me, it shouldn’t take longer than five minutes.” When he closed the door you let out a shaky breath and pinched the bridge of your nose.

He was right, he was back five minutes later with a bag full of food, a pile of blankets and some movies to watch on your laptop. He was an actual angel. He put everything down and sat next to you on the small couch, staring silently at you. You gave him a questioning look.

“I know you don’t want to but I need you to talk to me. Open yourself up. I know something’s wrong.” he reached out to hold your hand. “Okay.” you took a few seconds to prepare yourself.

“Since I started working here my coworkers had been shaming me because of...” you used the hand that keanu wasn’t holding to gesture to your body. He raised his eyebrows. “Yeah. Anyways, it’s affecting me a lot, that's why I avoided you, I didn’t want to make you feel embarrassed." He sighed relieved now that he knew you didn’t want to end their friendship but it hurt to think you really believed he was embarrassed of you.

“And then there’s my sister.” you choked on your words and Keanu knew not to push it. He hugged you again.

“Who’s shaming you?” he said against your hair. His voice had turned serious, a kind of seriousness you’d never heard from him, it was almost scary.

“No Keanu, there’s only a couple of weeks left I can deal with it.”

“Tell me.” he pulled away to look into your eyes, his gaze so intense you felt he was looking right into your soul.

“The other assistant directors.”

“Okay. I’ll take care. Are you sure you’re okay?” he checked once again.

You nodded. It wasn’t entirely true. You just didn’t feel anything at all. Pain had been replaced by nothingness and the void in your chest was even more consuming than the anxiety.

“Do you want to take a shower?”

You raised an eyebrow and he quickly corrected himself. “No, no I didn’t mean it like that.” his cheeks turned rosy and he thanked god for the dimly lit room. “A shower usually helps me relax a little.”

“Yeah I guess I could use a good shower and fresh clothes.” You stood up and walked to the small wardrobe, picking your pijamas and fresh underwear.

“Will you be okay?” Keanu asked from the sofa as you were about to close the door. The white light from the bathroom shone on half of your face and for a first time he could take a good look at your red puffy eyes and flustered cheeks. His heart broke at the sight. He still thought you were beautiful, your plump cheeks screamed for him to kiss them and he had to resist the urge to just run to you and do it.

“Don’t worry. I’ll call you if I need something.” you said smiling weakly at him.

You opened the door, steam flooded the small living-room, the scent of your shampoo invading the space. You stepped out of the bathroom, your hair still wet and your hairbrush in your hand. The wet trails of your tears got lost between the droplets of water that still lingered in your eyelashes.

“C’mere” He said opening his legs and motioning you to sit down on the floor between them. He took your brush and started gently brushing your wet hair. He untangled the loose knots on your hair, the feeling of his hands caressing it making you hum with delight. This was by far the best moment of your day, maybe even the best moment of the week.

The brushing stopped too soon for your liking and his hands dropped to your shoulders, massaging softly. “Do you want to watch a film or eat something?” His voice was soft, as if he was scared to startle you, and it felt velvety in your ears making your eyelids feel heavier than they did before.

“Can we just go to bed?” that was the only thing you really wanted to do, leave this day behind as fast as posible. He nodded softly standing up and offering you a hand. You took it and stood up too, leading the way to the bed in the back of the trailer. You lied down with Keanu next to you. His fingers intertwined with yours as his thumb rubbed circles on the back of your hand.

“y/n” he whispered into the dark. You hummed in response. “I don’t know if I’m overstepping here but you’re beautiful.” you felt your face heat up at the comment. “What I want to say is, your weight doesn’t define you and you are one of the most cheerful, bright and amazing people I’ve ever met. Don't anyone tell yoy otherwise.” He raised his hand still intertwined with yours and kissed your skin softly.

You felt a tear slid down you face. “Hug me. Please.” You turned your back to him and he spooned you. His arm was around your waist and his face was in the crook of your neck. His beard tickled you and his breathing was hot on your skin, his lips kissing your neck every couple of minutes.

“I would never be embarrassed of you, if anything, I'll cherish and adore you every day of my life.” he mumbled against your skin. You didn’t know what to say so you put your hand over the one he was resting on your belly and gave it a little squeeze. “Tomorrow will be another day.”

He was right. The thought of getting up tomorrow was dreadful to you but you had to push through, for yourself, for your sister, and that, with Keanu by your side, seemed a little easier.

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seokoloqy · 6 years

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after dark // jjk (m)

➳ GENRE: vampire/knight!AU

➳ PAIRING: jungkook x y/n

➳ WORD COUNT: 8.2k

➳ WARNINGS: smut, blood

➳ SUMMARY: Jungkook has served the royal family for generations, seen them live and die countless times. When it comes to you, he can’t watch you wither away too, but your lust for one another makes it harder and harder to stay apart.

➳ A/N: while i was writing this spotify had the audacity to play an ad about Christian music. i think it’s a little too late for the good words of our lord and savior jesus christ to save me now (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

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Your feet pad against the rugged carpet extending from the foyer to the end of the dim hall. You pass portraits of your family, generations of them hang on that wall, standing proudly for the artist who painted them with precision and detail. The newest addition to the collection hangs below your father with a crown adorned on his head—a much smaller painting of you and your guard, Jungkook. You demanded they add him in the collection after generations of loyalty and servitude to your family. He stood behind your smiling face remaining stoic and professional, but you knew he was secretly elated to finally be included.

You smile at the portrait and gently run your finger along the curve of his cheek. Even in a simple photo he somehow makes your heart race, not that you can ever admit to these feelings aloud. You don’t need to admit them anyway, he already knows, but Jungkook will never allow it to get that far. He sees it—the longing—in your eyes whenever you glance at him across a crowded room. A relationship is not only unprofessional, but his loyalty to your family stops him every time.

You continue the journey to his quarters at the end of the hall, your silk dress flowing behind you. The uncomfortable heels belonging to your outfit clutched in your hands sway beside you. You’re rushing to see him because of the infuriating news you had just heard, the shoes only slow you down.

Your father has planned for you to go off tomorrow and meet another prince as a way to introduce you to bachelors and potential husbands. You knew this day would come, but not so soon after your twenty-first birthday—not when you felt this way about Jungkook.

A sliver of his door is open, letting out light letting you know he is awake and you could barge in unannounced. Maybe you’d crawl into his useless bed too, he has no use for it seeing as he doesn’t need sleep. You could stay there the whole night without anyone disturbing you. No maids coming in to wake you, no mother there to pester you into marrying a man you’ve never met, and feeling the comforting presence of Jungkook was enough to lull you to bed easily.

And as you approach the pounding of your heart in your chest isn’t loud enough to hide the breathy moan from inside. You stop in your tracks, heart stuck in your throat, standing outside his door with your hand against the wood. Another soft whimper reverberates through your ears, like pleasure mixed with pain. Curiosity getting the best of you, you peer through the sliver in the door hoping to find the source of the voice.

His room is void of any personal belongings—just a bed and a closet. Despite his years with your family, he was no collector of fine items. Preferring to keep his space clean so if the situation ever arose where he will have to leave, he will leave nothing behind, it will be easier to cut ties this way. Which is why he chooses to distance himself from you as well. He’s seen generations of your family live and die. Feeling any sort of sorrow when they pass is only weakness, and knowing your time will be up before he can even blink destroys him.

Your eyes first go to the flickering kerosene lamp beside the bedside then upon the blood, dripping to the floor as Jungkook pulls his fangs away from the bleeding neck of the guest straddling his lap. He looks mesmerized by the wound he has created, his pupils nearly black and swimming in desire. With fingers tangled in her hair, he cranes the woman’s neck further back and licks along the trail of blood that has escaped his greedy lips.

He’s feeding off one of the townspeople. They’re selected either by raffle or volunteer to feed the soldiers. You’d heard from maids who have been fed off of that it was merciless but you never realized the act could also seem so intimate and as the woman released another wanton moan you couldn’t help but wish it were you.

You wish it were you he was holding, gliding his rough hands along the curve of your spine to the base of your ass, as he utters in a hoarse voice, “You taste so fucking good.”

He grabs her waist, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hip to shift her onto one of his thighs. The woman shudders, gripping his shoulders as she moves against his thigh.

You’ve never seen him so carnal and seductive anywhere else, it’s mesmerizing. The feeling—that foreign pit in your stomach—begins to grow as you lean against the wall catching your breath, thighs clenching instinctively to satisfy the throbbing between your legs. He doesn’t seem to hear you, too lost in his own lust.

His other hand, not occupied in her hair, pushes the velvet material of her dress higher up her thighs until they’re revealing the seductive lace of her underwear. His eyes roam freely over the design.

“You didn’t wear these for me, did you?” He teases, the satisfied smile adorning his lips makes your heart flutter. You know that smile, but not in this context. That smile is for the times he praises you for acing your studies or when he cracks a wise joke to cheer you up. Perhaps it is a hundred times better seeing that smile here.

You don't realize your pesky heels slipping through your fingers until they’ve hit the floor with a thud and the shock of it seems to echo through the halls and chill you to the core. Jungkook’s head snaps up first, locking onto your figure peeking through the gap in his door, then it’s his partner scrambling off his thigh and onto the bed, flustered.

With your cover blown, you don’t know whether or not to play it off and act as if you weren’t standing there the whole time. Maybe he doesn’t suspect anything and you can pretend that you haven’t seen a thing.

He’s quick to his feet, expression unreadable, as he crosses the room to the door where you’re stood. The blank look on his face convinces you he must be angry. You intruded on his personal time and during his feeding. You scramble to pick your shoe up from the floor as he swings open the door, feeling the guilt weigh down on you.

“Shall I walk you back to your room, princess?” He asks, all the signs of lust and desires vacant in his voice and he returns to his simple tone as he addresses you endearingly. Ever so the excellent and professional guard with you—almost infuriating.

“N-no, I just… No.” You stutter, unable to meet his gaze. “Have a good night.”

You turn and begin to walk away, wishing you had said ‘yes, take me back and finish what you started’. What would it be like to finally have him for yourself?

You thought about him that night, pressing himself against you as his fiery hands roamed your body freely and without shame. You thought about his voice and the way it deepened as he spoke, imagining him instructing your hands to slide off the material of your nightgown and press a finger to your clit while encouraging the silent moans falling from your lips. And as you brought yourself over the edge, you remember the stoic expression he wore as he looked at you, his voice devoid of any real feelings. Would he ever see you this way?

—

A knock comes to your door just as the sun rises. You can’t be bothered with your chattering maids after last night, bringing the sheets higher over your head to avoid the sunlight peeking through the curtains.

“The carriage has arrived.”

You jolt out of bed, surprised by the voice of Jungkook at the foot of your bed. He’s in not in full armor yet, just a simple white tunic hanging low across the smooth expanse of his captivating chest with a hand over the hilt of his sword hanging at his hips. His eyes are immediately drawn to your exposed breasts, jaw clenching as he forces himself to look up at your startled expression and remain in control. The sheets that pool around your waist taunt his imagination and the hand around his sword becomes tighter as his thoughts cloud and judgment has nearly left him.

You don’t realize that you’ve left your nightgown discarded on the floor until the weight of his gaze on you becomes suffocating. You pull the sheets up around your chest, feeling the blood rush to your cheeks which he could undoubtedly hear including the erratic beating of your heart.

“I’ll be just a minute.” You clear your throat, looking at the sheer nightgown laying on the floor. How could you be so careless? You shut your eyes and sigh, this is not how you should present yourself as the princess even in the eyes of your personal guard. You let yourself succumb to your powerful desires, but it won’t happen again. You know your feelings are wrong. The immortal guard who has served generations of your family was meant to be just that and maybe the care he had for you was only part of the job, but the kindness wasn’t. He didn’t need to comfort you everytime your mother would go off on a tangent about meeting suitors or hold you in his arms when you felt frustrated and powerless as every diplomat turned your suggestions away and called you a child. He is far too kind for the tough exterior he wants you to believe in.

When your eyes open again, Jungkook appears at your bedside, nightgown in hand. He extends his arm and leaves it in the palm of your outstretched hand. He doesn’t utter another word and turns, taking long strides out of your room trying to rid plaguing thoughts of you naked and writhing underneath him.

—

“Wow,” the young prince exclaims, reaching for your outstretched hand. “It’s so nice to meet you, finally. I’m Jimin and I’ve been so excited to welcome you to my beautiful kingdom.”

He seizes your hand abruptly to plant a kiss on your knuckles, perhaps a little too eagerly because your body jolts forward slightly and both your heads collide. You wince on impact as his pointed crown lightly scrapes the surface of your forehead and Jungkook comes in front of you immediately to block Jimin from making another move towards you.

Jungkook takes your chin in his hand and inspects the minuscule red scratch on your head. The gentle touch of his fingertips brushing against the mark soothe your nerves. This entire trip is stressing you out. It’s not what you want and no matter how much you protest to your mother and father they refuse to let up. But as long as you have Jungkook by your side, you’ll always feel better.

“Should I kill him?” He whispers under his breath, searching for signs of distress on your face that will give him permission to throttle the awkward prince.

“W-What? No! It was just an accident,” you stammer. You wish the look on his face tells you he is only joking or is just overreacting because he’s on new, unfamiliar territory, but his facade doesn’t crack into a lopsided grin nor have a mischievous glint in his eye.

Jimin regains his composure, adjusting the lopsided crown atop his head and makes haste to apologize to you despite the guard in his way. This will certainly put a damper on your relationship already and he was hoping he wouldn’t make a fool of himself during the first impression.

“Forgive me, princess! I’m just so clumsy sometimes; I forget my own strength.” He pokes his head over Jungkook’s shoulder, pleading eyes staring at you.

“Don’t worry, I’m fine,” you assure both parties, pressing your hand flat against the cool metal of Jungkook’s breastplate to move him aside. Instead of retreating back to his original position behind you, he sticks to your side with a curious eye on Jimin, who can feel the hostility rolling off of the guard.

Ignoring the glinting look in Jungkook’s eyes, Jimin kindly offers to tour you around the gardens, his favorite part of the palace. The rest of the day consists of Jimin leading you and Jungkook through various twists and turns of each hedge maze in the expansive garden, trying to entertain you with exciting facts about each flower you come across. He barely tries to woo you with any ridiculous tactics or blatantly flirt. Although during the tour, when he notices you admiring a pink azalea flower from the bushes, he plucks off a flower to offer you.

“As a proper welcome to our kingdom, we’re throwing a party in your honor,” Jimin says, as he escorts you to the dining room.

Your footsteps falter besides his, “A party? For me?”

He sees your bewildered expression and laughs, “Don’t worry about it too much. The people here love to party until dawn and you don’t have to be the center of attention if you don’t want to.”

Jimin’s words ease your nerves only a little, but you’re still wary. A whole party just because of you? Maybe the young prince is going a little overboard with your visit or just too eager to welcome you.

The dining room doors are left ajar, revealing the entire display of food at the table. You gawk at the copious amount of food on the table. It’s enough to feed the entire kingdom, not just two people. Jimin is quick to pull out a chair for you to sit. And just as Jungkook makes his way to the wall next to the butlers to idly stand by and wait for any hint of danger, the young prince lifts his hand.

“No, no, your knight is guest in my home as well,” he says to you. “Come to join us for dinner.”

You cringe looking at the lavish display of food across the table—none of it suitable for Jungkook’s abnormal appetite. The prince must not realize the kind of being he’s let wander into his home.

“I’m sorry for not informing you earlier, your highness, but you must realize that he isn’t human,” you explain, looking towards the prince who has his lips parted in surprise. Realization crosses his delicate features and he begins to nod rapidly, not a single piece of his perfectly gelled hair comes undone.

“Oh, yes! I’ve heard of you—the famous vampire guard from Aglastia!” He clears his throat, looking a bit sheepish as he glances at the food laid out. “I suppose we can have something more suitable brought out for you too.”

“That won’t be necessary, your highness,” Jungkook speaks to Jimin for the first time since you’ve arrived, an unnecessary tinge of annoyance in his voice as he stares at the prince devoid of any compassion.

Perhaps Jimin heard the icy tone in your guard's voice as he scrambles for another solution.

“Or do you prefer blood fresh from the source?” Jimin beckons a server over to him with a simple finger. The frightened servant who hasn’t signed up for the unlucky job of being a snack unwillingly shuffles over at Jimin’s order. “My staff would gladly allow you to-”

“You don’t seem to understand how feeding works.” Jungkook looks to you now, his irritation subsiding. “It’s messy and I need a willing participant who’d allow me to do whatever I please. It’s not just about me or the blood. Vampires mix pain with pleasure, your highness, we’re not savages.” He takes on a sardonic tone when he looks back at the prince whose interest he has piqued.

“Enough,” you demand, curling your hand around the wooden armrest.

“Usually they’ll strip naked, and then I’ll have my fingers in-” he continues, ignoring your demand to challenge the prince. Jungkook’s own jealousy clouding his judgment.

“I said that’s enough, Jungkook! Go! now,” you shout, slamming your hand down onto the table causing the silverware to clash against the wood. All heads turn to you, startled by your sudden outburst.

You’ve never been so frustrated with him. Why is he doing this now? Taunting you about last night and embarrassing you in front of everybody here, he’s getting out of line. Which is unlike the Jungkook you’re so used to.

He stares at you with indignation but doesn’t fight it, stalking out of the room to wander the rest of the castle alone.

The prince sinks back into his chair, defeated, the hospitality he struggled to show your guard dwindles to nothing.

You’re quick to comfort him, “I apologize for his behavior. He usually isn’t so blunt.”

“N-no, it’s fine,” he takes the glass cup and raises it in the air, regaining a touch of his usual charm and confidence. “Let’s continue, shall we?”

—

Dinner is over quickly when it’s just Jimin gushing about how he admires your kingdoms use of a vampire army and somehow the conversation turns to himself again as he rambles about his kingdom.

You haven’t seen Jungkook since you dismissed him at dinner. His attitude unnerved you, perhaps it’s revenge for last night, taunting you with images that will only ever be your wild imagination.

Jimin had excused himself at dinner to freshen up and allowed you free reign to explore the castle by yourself. As you venture through the castle without Jungkook attached to your hip or Jimin chattering about absolutely anything that comes to mind, you take in the lavish decorum Jimin had briefly spoken about at dinner. The midnight blue walls complemented the golden frames surrounding each painting that hangs across his walls, mostly just images of the garden you can spy from out the window across the way. He told you he had taken an interest in nature and life itself and commissioned a young local artist to paint them.

But what catches your eye isn’t the yellow brushstrokes of sunflowers reaching towards the sky or the colors smoothly blended into the sunset, it is the single painting in the middle of it all that holds a smiling portrait of Jimin and his family. Unlike the painting back home with your family, he is grinning ear to ear, the painting encapsulates the very youth and beauty he radiates. You admire the work and precision the artist took in sculpting his delicate features.

“Do you consider his highness a potential suitor?”

For the second time today Jungkook has managed to sneak up on you and make you jump. He looks up at the painting, glowering like a petulant child.

You hesitate with your answer; he certainly is charming and thoughtful, but you can’t imagine a future with a man who incessantly speaks without a breath in between.

“Luckily he is handsome…” you admit, hoping it will calm the tension you still feel from dinner. It’s the only thing you can say about the prince you know for a fact. To consider him a potential match for you is pushing it over the edge.

Jungkook scoffs, “He’s full of himself. You can do so much better than him, Y/N.”

As his eyes gaze over the painting, he looks at the bright cheeks and smiling eyes of the young prince and grimaces. This human is everything Jungkook will never live up to, someone who can provide for you and not silently watch as you grow old and he stays young: a man with a crown and withering mortality.

But he just can’t stand it. Half of him is telling him Jimin is what you deserve, but the other half wants you to himself, to stop denying himself of you.

“Why are you behaving like this? His Highness has done nothing but show us hospitality and kindness and you dismissed him at dinner. It isn’t like you.”

“Why should I like him,” he turns to you and you can see his slightly sweat-matted hair, wicked ferocity in his eyes as something has changed within him. “When he’s trying to take you away from me?”

The air escaped your lungs, as you stare into the crimson abyss of his eyes. Is there something wrong with him? You know how he feels towards you—nothing. The times he would ignore your subtle hints or the disapproving looks he would give you when you came too close during events. You’ve seen it enough to back off, to know he doesn’t feel the same and stay within your unspoken boundaries. It’s nothing but pain hearing his enticing words.

“You don’t mean that.”

“I would never lie to you, Y/N.” His hand reaches for yours, an action you’ve been accustomed to whenever he tried comforting you after your father dismissed your propositions to help the kingdom. You rip your hand from his calloused ones, roughened from all the training he’s done over centuries. His red eyes look pleadingly at you, however, you don’t notice it too overcome with frustration.

“But you’d never tell me the truth either.”

If he feels the same, even an ounce of what you feel for him, he should tell you and relieve the pain you feel from this one-sided love. You don’t want to get your hopes up and make a fool of yourself in front of him anymore.

You leave him without a goodbye and exit the hall, dreading the rest of the night to come.

—

Jimin was not lying when he said his kingdom loved to party until dawn. When you emerged from your bedroom in the dress you found neatly wrapped and laying on your bed, a gift from Jimin for the night, the roaring laughter and music echoed through the halls. You walked to the ballroom alone, Jungkook nowhere in sight, and even after your dispute you expected him to be at your door to escort you because he’d never let something as trivial as an argument get in the way of his duties.

The room is in chaos with patrons flooding the floor cheerfully moving to the rhythm of the music. Wallflowers stick to the side, but still chattering and laughing amongst themselves as they pass the time drinking themselves into ruin.

“Y/N! You look beautiful!” Jimin suddenly appears at your side, swaying slightly on his feet as his arm hooks around yours to steady himself. “The party is just getting started! Let’s get you a drink.” He shouts over the blaring music.

“I’d rather not,” you reply, tilting your head away from the alcohol lingering on his breath as his face nears yours. “Have you seen Ju- my guard?”

Jimin leans his tired head on your shoulder, sighing heavily, “No, I’m afraid I haven’t, but you’re awfully close to that guard, aren’t you?” He hiccups, “I suppose it’s only fair for me to give up this foolish proposal, you’re already in love. Poor me, I guess.”

You’re listening to a drunk man wallow about the feelings you wouldn’t dare admit out loud.

“I-I’m truly sorry, Jimin. You’ve been so hospitable and y-you threw this whole party on my behalf. I feel like I’ve just used you to avoid my true feelings.”

“Don’t feel bad, princess, I’ll use any excuse to throw a party. I guess we’ve just used each other,” Jimin pries himself away from you, giving you one last glance over with a look in his eye thinking of what could have been. “I need a drink.” He grunts, disappearing for another drink that certainly won’t be the last for the night.

Another scan around the room and there is still no sign of Jungkook lingering in the corner with his eyes trained solely on you. You wonder where he can be. The palace may be enormously vast and confusing, but he would never stray too far from you.

If you’re supposed to find him, it won’t be in here. You doubt he’d stick around in this crowd if he could help it. He would never like hearing the sound of all these beating hearts in one room.

The glass door that leads into the veranda is left open to air out the room and it reminds you of how peaceful the garden was in the morning. Jungkook will most likely be wandering there for space.

You gather your skirts and excuse your yourself through every sweaty and intoxicated guest blocking the exit. They’re all too occupied dancing and drunk to acknowledge or care about you.

A glint of metal from his armor reflecting the ballroom lights catches your eye as it stumbles into the hedge maze. You finally get past the crowd and head straight to the path Jungkook had just taken.

“Jungkook, are you alright?” You call out, the narrow entry shows no sign of him. With the hedges towering over you there’s no chance of looking over the top. Your best chance is to follow your intuition and call out to him.

The area is barely lit, the only light peaking through the hedges comes from the moonlight above.

You walk straight down the path until a fork appears and you either go left or right. “Jungkook?” You try again receiving silence in return.

You choose the path to your right and follow it all the way to a dead end. A disgruntled sigh escapes your lips as you spin on your heels to return to your original position. To your surprise, Jungkook is standing behind you already.

“Oh,” you press a hand to your diamond covered chest. “There you are. I was worried about you.”

“You don’t need to worry about me I’m fine,” he huffs, his breathing turns ragged. “I apologize for not escorting you to the ball, I just - don’t trust myself to protect you right now.”

His sunken, amber eyes tell you all you need to know. He only gets this way when he’s hungry, a look you’ve rarely seen because he always hid it so he wouldn’t scare you when you were younger.

“You’re hungry,” you affirm. He should have accepted Jimin’s offer at dinner. He hasn’t eaten since last night and it’s already taking a toll on him. It must have been affecting him even during dinner, which can explain his irrational behavior.

“Only a little,” he nods distractedly, eyes lingering over your neck.

Images of him with the woman last night flash through your mind. That same hunger and lust from last night is the same way he looks at you right now.

Taking a deep breath and tilting your neck to the side, you nod, “Go ahead.”

He’s never fed from you before, having been forbidden from feeding off any of his charges. If anyone finds out he has bitten you, they’d string him up and burn him alive. But he’s so hungry and the longer he stares, the harder it seems to resist your tantalizing offer.

You stand there feeling completely vulnerable to him. Your dress has a low neckline and your sleeves fall off your shoulders, leaving your neck free and exposed.

He wants it, badly. He craves even the slightest drop of blood, missing the metallic taste of it on his tongue and the way it warms his body as it flows through his system. Temptation drives him mad and you are the source of all his wicked desires.

You brace yourself for it. The searing, unbearable pain from a bite that will paralyze you.

“Fuck,” he hisses, feeling his hands begin to tremble. He is starving. “Not here where everyone will see.”

“What?” You open your eyes finding Jungkook’s amber ones fixated on your delicate neck. You are confused. Why doesn’t he do it now? No one will see him behind the bushes when all the guests are too busy drinking.

Jungkook has a little self-control left in him not to make foolish mistakes. A mark like his will be noticed in an instant by your family.

“I’ll leave a scar on your neck.” He sighs, brushing a finger along your collarbone. Your arms are exposed as well and he can’t risk that either, but he is so, so hungry; desperate for a drink. He falls to his knees and clutches your skirts. “Sit down.” He commands.

You comply with his demand and sit on the stone bench, waiting for his next move. It is like you are frozen, not in fear, but in anticipation for what will happen next. There is a dark allure surrounding him, always casting a shadow over him.

“Will it hurt?”

He hums, distracted by the thrumming of your blood flowing through your veins, “Not unless you move.”

The material of your dress is pushed up your legs to your mid-thigh. You shiver as his cold palms presses against your thighs and when you reflexively shut them, his touch foreign and intimate to you. His mouth hangs open, revealing his sharp canines.

“Keep your legs open,” he grunts, becoming impatient with your squirming ghosting his lips over your knee and dragging his teeth towards the center of your thigh.

His hand keeps a firm hold on your leg, hooking his arm under your knee as he positions himself between your legs and giving you no time to react, he sinks his teeth into your flesh. The pain is instant, prickling throughout your entire body. You struggle to stay still, it hurts to move, but it is an instinct to run away from the pain.

You stifle your cries with your hand. The other clutching your skirts, hoping for some way to relieve your pain. As he continues to drain your body, you feel lightheaded. Your vision becomes blurry and you can no longer support the weight of yourself.

Jungkook is lost in a haze of ecstasy, overwhelmed by the addicting taste of you on his tongue. He can’t stop himself, he is starving. A day without blood is the longest he has ever gone. Being a guard in your kingdom ensures he has a constant supply of blood and he never goes too hungry, the feeling is foreign and the deprivation only makes him crave more.

“J-Jungkook, stop,” you whisper, unable to speak any louder. Your eyelids feel heavy and you desperately grab at his hair, tugging and whining. “P-please, stop.”

It takes everything to pull himself away. Your blood drips onto the pavement and from his lips. He sighs heavily, still high off the taste as he licks the remainder of you off his lips. With his head in the clouds, he fails to realize you are on the verge of passing out from blood loss.

You slump over, coming in and out of consciousness with your arms limp at your sides.

“Damn it,” Jungkook hisses, holding you up to prevent you from collapsing on top of him. “You can’t go back in like this.”

He keeps his hand over the wound to stop the blood from flowing out. His other hand reaches to touch your cheek, wiping away tears that had fallen. He feels a tug at his heart as he gazes at your weak, fatigued face, cursing himself for being too greedy.

“Princess, we’re abo- oh!” Jimin finds you in quite the compromising position with your dress pooling at your waist and Jungkook’s hand between your legs but it isn’t what it looks like.

He falls flustered, struggling to find his words. He turns away instantly at the sight, but if his eyes had lingered a little longer he would have noticed the blood on the floor and staining Jungkook’s chin. He would have noticed your pale skin and the way you were limp in Jungkook’s arms. Jimin flees instead of finding his words and doesn’t turn back, hoping it’s all just a bad side effect of the all the alcohol he’s consumed.

“Ju-Jungkook? I’m t-tired,” you say breathlessly, weakly unaware of what has just happened, reaching for his arm that securely holds you up.

“Shh,” he silences you. “Don’t waste your energy. Come here, I’ll carry you.”

You wrap your arms around his neck and he lifts you up, carrying you bridal style towards the guest bedroom Jimin had assigned you earlier, away from the commotion of your party. They will no doubt continue the madness without you.

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The sound of a tray hitting the vanity table rouses you from a deep sleep. As you shift in bed, pain shoots up from your leg. You throw off the sweltering blanket to find your thigh wrapped in white gauze. That’s not all you notice. The dress Jimin had gifted you is discarded to the corner of the room, leaving you in nothing but your underwear and camisole.

“You’re awake,” Jungkook breathes a sigh of relief, coming to the bedside and offering you a glass of water off the tray. He helps you sit up, arms wrapping around your back and you wince as you shift weight onto your leg. You take the cool glass and gulp up every drop until your throat no longer feels tight and dry and manage to croak out a thank you.

The room is lit only by the kerosene lamp beside the bed, curtains are drawn in and you are unaware whether or not it is morning and if the party's over. Jungkook looks gloomy in the darkness despite having just fed on you. His energy is back, but somehow he felt weak and powerless as he watched you sleep. He is supposed to protect you, not be the cause of your suffering.

“I’m sorry,” he says, the words come out before he can even think about it. His hand rests on your bandaged thigh, lightly stroking over the area he had bitten. He slowly unwraps the wound to inspect the area, still red but healed nicely with the two puncture marks already fading. “I should have stopped myself, but you just tasted so good.”

“You taste so fucking good.”

Those words again this time he’s talking to you with the same guttural and lustful tone. You shudder as his hand brushes the inner part of your thigh, it doesn’t go unnoticed. He moves his hand higher until his fingers lightly skim the edge of your clothed core. You bite back a moan as he kneels on the bed.

“I just couldn’t get enough of you, Y/N. And this morning,” he sneers, hooking his finger around the strap of your camisole, pulling you closer to his face. “When I walked into your bedroom I could smell you and I wanted you under me so badly.”

In the flickering light, his features are sharpened and the fine angle of his jaw ticks as he analyzes your innocent expression. The amber in his eyes shifts a shade darker into a rich crimson once your lips part.

“J-Jungkook, it was an accident.”

You’re lying if you say you didn’t like the thrill of it though. The way his eyes roamed over you and how they struggled to look away. You held so much power over him at that moment. You could have had him falling on his knees for you and that’s exactly what you want.

“Was it an accident when you spied on me last night too?” He asks, bringing the hand not wrapped around your shoulder strap to your waist carefully bringing the material of your camisole up. “What if I told you I knew you were watching and I wanted you to watch me as I fucked her.”

Your breath caught in your throat. He confessed to knowing you were there the whole time. You couldn’t help but feel turned on by his words.

His cool fingers run along your side. “Tell me you don’t want this.” He leans down, lips nearly brushing yours.

You press your lips together, not saying anything. In the distance, you can hear the commotion of the party still going on and you tune back into the situation right in front of you.

How can you deny it when Jungkook is in front of you, offering himself to you? An image you only dreamed of since you were a teenager. You want it as bad as him.

That’s why it’s you who leans in, capturing him in a rough, breathtaking kiss, teeth clashing together as you wrap both arms around his neck to bring him closer until you’re pressed against each other and sharing the heat between one another. All the years of pent-up desire and love finally burst from you as you pour it all into this kiss.

You’re crossing the line and he knows it, but fuck it all. When you’re in his arms, desperately clinging to him and tangling your fingers through his hair he can care less about the line between love and loyalty.

His hands pull your camisole up, lips parting for a moment as he throws the thin material off your body. You have no time to feel insecure or embarrassed because Jungkook has his hands caressing your breasts, running his thumb over your pert nipples and muttering how beautiful you are between your lips. You love the way his words fall into a mantra of adoration just for you.

“You’re so perfect. So beautiful.”

He drags his lips away from yours to line kisses along your jaw and neck. You moan as he licks a stripe from the base of your throat to the sensitive spot behind your ear before sucking a dark bruise over it. He pushes you back onto the pillows and hovers over you, desperate to finally have a taste of you.

You watch as his eyes roam your body pressed against the white sheets, a carnal desire brewing behind his crimson eyes. Feeling yourself dampening your panties under his gaze, you squirm around hoping to get him to do something. You’re completely at his mercy and silently begging him to fuck you right into the mattress.

“Jungkook,” you whimper, running your hand down his hard chest to the waistband of his pants, growing tired of waiting.

Only one finger gets past the material of his pants before he grabs your hand, pinning it beside your head and tisks, “So impatient, princess.”

With his hand still around your wrists, he plants wet kisses down the valley of your breasts to your navel, loving the way you squirm each time his lips meet your feverish skin. His other hand circles the edge of your underwear before he rips it off without warning. The sudden breeze and hot breaths coming from Jungkook’s mouth hovering over your core make you shudder as he spreads your legs apart. He licks his lips, eyeing your dripping core as your wetness leaks onto the bed.

Under the predatory gaze, your legs instinctively close around his head but he keeps them open with his hands, fingers ghosting over the long forgotten bite mark on the inside of your thigh.

“Keep your legs open. Remember?” He growls, eyes flickering up towards yours. This time instead of taking blood for himself he’d make sure to take care of you instead.

You cry out, gripping the bedsheets for support as Jungkook’s mouth abruptly comes down on to your clit as his tongue flicks the sensitive bud over and over. His fingers tease your entrance, running down your slit and slowly inserts his index finger into you.

“Oh, fuck,” he groans when you clench around just one finger, wondering what it will feel like when he can finally sink his cock in you. All of his lustful thoughts from this morning finally become a reality with each whimper and moan that fall from your captivating lips as his finger pumps into you relentlessly, curling between your tight walls.

You’re moaning—screaming—his name, prompting him to add another finger, making you cry out even louder and drowning out the background noise of the party with your screams. His other hand releases your wrists and comes down to your waist to stop yours from bucking your hips into his fingers.

With your hand freed, they intertwine with the dark locks of his hair and you try and pull him away from your overstimulated clit. His mouth is too much, you can feel the knot forming in your stomach as his fingers continue their attack.

“Jungkook, please… I-I’m-” You pant.

The words die on your lips as soon as he adds a third finger, the stretch of his fingers inside you has your back arching off the bed and your orgasm rips through you soon after. Your eyes flutter shut, the white-hot pleasure overwhelming every nerve in your body. He removes his slick coated fingers from you and his mouth comes over your hole and laps your juices up like he has been starved of it for years.

He moves back up to kiss you, the taste of you still lingering on his lips. It’s slow and sensual, unlike the first time, and he slowly rubs your stomach, allowing you to adjust after your high.

Jungkook hums, “Better than blood.”

The raspiness of his baritone voice sends chills down to your core again.

“Really?” You ask, still trying to catch your breath.

“Mhm,” he hums, kissing your neck again. His hand slips behind your back to lift you up until you’re straddling his lap with his hardness brushing your core and tired head leaning against his shoulder. “Nothing compares to you, not even all the blood in the kingdom. You’re special to me, Y/N, more than you think.”

Your heart thrums in your chest hearing his soft-spoken words. It’s a relief to finally hear what you mean to him. Not just a charge, not just a duty, but as something more. Your arms wrap around his waist as you take a second to sit and embrace his presence. You put your trust in him to protect you with every fiber of his being, and now you're putting your trust in him to love you just the same. You want to give yourself over to him completely.

“I-I want you, Jungkook,” you whisper, your finger delicately tracing patterns along the expanse of his back. “All of you.”

“Are you sure?” He pulls back to look you in the eyes, worry and lust mixed behind his dark eyes. There’s no going back. He needs to be absolutely sure this is what you want.

You nod, leaning in to capture a kiss from him again and your hands tug at the hem of his white tunic. It’s not fair he’s fully clothed and you are the only one exposed.

He helps you tug off the shirt and his well toned, tan chest is revealed finally to you. With his hands on your cheeks, he pulls you in for a kiss which you accept fully. Your mouths move in sync together and as your clit brushes against his straining cock, begging to be freed from his pants, the sensation arouses you once more and you desperately rock against him for more stimulation.

Jungkook tugs his bottoms off hastily, wanting nothing more than for you to sink on to him. He grabs your hips roughly, fingers digging into your sides enough to leave bruises.

He positions you right above his cock and catches your hungry gaze, verifying your need, and slowly lets you sink down on him. You gasp at the excruciating stretch, it’s nothing like his fingers. You can barely get past the tip before you’re whimpering for him to wait.

“Ah, st-stop,” you grasp the hand at your hips, screwing your eyes shut.

“Fuck,” he hisses, forcing himself to stop for you. He’s holding back so much for you. He can’t hurt you. He’d never hurt you.

You can see the pain contorted on his face as he strains to hold himself back. So, you push yourself further down on him, sliding easily from your slickness and clenching around his length. The pain is quickly replaced with pleasure as you screw your eyes shut, moaning a string of incoherent words. You slide off of him before going back down, faster than you had intended and you both groan in unison. Your breasts rub against his chest each time you go down on him and you watch with fascination as your bodies come together each time and he disappears inside you.

He feels his canines extending as the sudden bloodlust hits him with your tightness wrapped around him. Usually, when he’s fucking, he’s feeding off some random citizen as he does it. But you’re not just a blood bag for him to fuck and discard.

He shuts his eyes, stilling himself for a moment and tries to force away his sudden hunger. He’s already fed from you and taken too much to the point you passed out.

You stop your ministrations, noticing how tense he’s become. The canines peeking from under his lip are prominent and you understand what’s wrong.

“You can drink from me.”

“No,” he gulps, jerking his hips up in attempt to distract himself from the hunger. The speed he moves at is inhuman and you tremble with each powerful thrust. Your orgasm slowly builds up and you push his head closer to your neck, allowing him the perfect place to sink his teeth in.

“Do it, Jungkook,” you breathe deeply, waiting for his fangs to sink into your flesh.

He pulls you off of him unexpectedly and you whimper from the loss. Before you even realize, you’re pressed against the bed again with Jungkook thrusting into you harder than before. As the bed creaks under the intensity of each swift movement, your hands reach to claw at his back for something to anchor on to, leaving angry red marks for tomorrow.

You cry out his name over and over, but he doesn’t hear it. The only thing he can focus on is the sound of your rapid heartbeats and the feeling of you clenching and unclenching around him.

The familiar tightness in your stomach returns as you near your orgasm, and Jungkook notices from the way you tremble underneath him. He grabs your leg and hooks it over his shoulder, allowing him deeper access to push into you.

“K-keep going,” you choke out, feeling him hit the perfect spot at this new angle.

He loves hearing you whimper and beg for him. The pace he sets is even faster, but not enough to break you with his strength. He knows himself enough to not take it too far despite the monster in him telling him to let go and tear you in half.

Another sharp movement of Jungkook’s hip and you come undone beneath him, jerking your hips up to match his thrusts and riding out your high for as long as you can. With a couple more thrusts, Jungkook comes inside you, coating your walls and filling you up.

Overcome by this euphoria, he leans down to your neck and sinks his teeth in taking no blood, instead he bonds with you. A mark that will claim you as his forever.

You’re unaware of this, however, still getting over your own orgasm to realize he’s just sealed your future together.

When he removes his mouth carefully from your neck, licking up the droplets of blood, he falls over onto his back, feeling a new sense of energy flow through him. If he were human, he’d be breathless.

You press your forehead against his chest, wrapping an arm around his torso and close your eyes. There’s no heartbeat, but you’re content believing if he had one, it would be racing just as much as yours in this moment.

“I love you.”

For the first time, it is Jungkook who makes himself vulnerable, bearing all his emotions to you. It’s impossible to know what your future together will be like. He’s marked you and now that scar will forever be a part of you. It won’t be long before your family notices. They’ll realize right away what Jungkook has done to their precious daughter and there’s no doubt they’ll want to punish him—kill him, throw him in prison, or end his centuries of service. No matter the punishment, the mark on your neck ensures that you will be together through all those troubles.

You press yourself closer to him. You don’t need to say anything because he already knows how you feel, he’s always known.

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The next morning, while the rest of the palace is stuck in bed hungover, Jimin at least makes a groggy effort to wish you safe travels back home. He’s still dressed in his rumpled attire from the night before, squinting as the sunlight aids his pounding headache.

As he looks between your beaming face and Jungkook’s fond expression as he gazes down at you, a hazy image from last night appears when he thought he saw you in the gardens with your guard between your legs. He shakes the image away though, finding himself heating up at the thought. Maybe he had too much to drink last night and began seeing things, but as you wave your final goodbyes and thanks to him and turn towards the carriage with Jungkook’s hand carefully pressed against the small of your back, he catches an unmistakable glimpse of a purple bruise blooming on your neck and fading puncture marks. And for once, the young prince has nothing left to say.

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xlittleharleyx · 5 years

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Sir 😍😍

Not wrote a blog in a while, things bin up in the air with one thing and another ..or shall i say one person or another :( , but here goes.....

Paranoia is the single most horrid, heatbreaking thing too have....i thought i was loosing my mind, thought i was going crazy .doubting everything.thought i was loosing my sir to another 💔..this is what people have tried to do, make me think , well NO more !!!! I trust sir with my life, my body and my heart ...these certain people will not destroy me ...destroy us .

After speaking with sir he could see it through my eyes and understood.

We both bin off our game , both troubled with "normal" life crap , so something had to give...

I was a little naughty and i decided i was gonna do a little topping from the bottom, so got on the bed wore some sexy clothes ..sent sir a pic headed " u want it ...come get it " ...sir didnt tell me off he he ...just came upstairs demanded me on my knees and omg😍😍😍 welcome back my sir !!!! To feel sirs hand spank my ass over and over , to hear his words demanding me ...telling me what a cum slut i am, that im his cum dump , feeling his fingers all over his dripping pussy making me cum over and over again then finally feeling his hard cock enter me wow!!! What a rush ...his hands round my throat , pounding me harder, spanking my ass with every push, stretching me open , knowing his cock is glistening with all my cum on it , was amazing , then hearing them 3 little words "good girl Harley" just took me to space was so proud of myself n felt so loved and special, sir pulled me up and said how proud he was as i never forgot my manners (which i never do ).

We went out last night to a bar with karaoke and some friends, sir kept looking at me with the devil in his eyes givong my hot,sore red ass a good squeeze everytime he could knowing i would get the pain off the bruises and knowing my clit would be starting to throab, making me know im his , im owned ..we dont keep our lifestyle a secret if anyone see s anything or talks too us we make it known ...and im so dam proud to stand up tall to stand out .

Sir wispered in my ear hes got a plan for today 😁 a day of play, scenes already thought of in his head ..im in awe, in heaven right there and then when he said it too me , heart racing, breath faster, clit throbbing , says straight to bed when we get in we need our sleep , so thats what we did. I cant wait to get back up to his (after took kids to school) get back into bed try and chill till sir starts stiring , then will wake him with my mouth all over his scrummy cock listening to him maon as he wakes properly, then make him his mornkng cup of tea in bed and wait for the play to unfold , a day with his new crops, lots of rope, doxy wand lots of inpact, lots of cumming and lots of fucking omg hurry up time and go faster....

... to all them shallow people who have nothing better to do but try and stir , unlucky, ....its only gonna bring me n sir closer .. sir and Harley against the world 😍😍😍😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈

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ofmermaidsandmarauders · 6 years

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happy jilytober!

this is my jilychallenge for this month. hope you enjoy :)

“ he knows he shouldnt have gone back to her but he really cant help himself. kissing her in a dark corridor was a bad idea, granted. but he wasnt sure that he could keep going through this emotional turmoil if she didnt even acknowledge him in public' secret relationship au with a little bit of the lily hates james trope”

Another corridor. Another heat of the moment argument. Another regret. James watches as Lily walks away.

He swore to himself that he wouldn’t do this again. There wasn’t going to be another fight in some empty hallway for them to be distracted. He was sick of being treated like dirt, yet everytime he was alone with Lily, something sparked inside of him. Her mouth covered his and it was like all of those past promises to himself just faded away.

Passion and fire and hope. At just the thought of her smile directed at him, hope burst in the pit of James’ stomach, spreading through his body like it was running on that energy. James could run a marathon on Lily-smile-energy.

Yet, somehow he ended up here, alone, attempting to fix himself up as he sorted out his thoughts.

“Lily, can we talk?” James approached the table in the library as her face looked up. Annoyance was written all over her features as she set her quill down.

“What, Potter?” Her friends looked on, waiting for the entertainment to begin. They could always count on Lily and James to provide something to gossip about later on.

“I wanted to know if you still needed help with the transfiguration essay? I have time after supper if you want to meet back here?” He shuffled on his feet, pushing his hand through his hair as she watched anger flash through her eyes.

“As if I’d need your help, Potter.” Lily rolled her eyes and laughed before lifting her quill back up. “I’ll be in the library after supper, if you need help with potions, feel free to stop by.”

The look in her eyes gave her away. James knew that later that evening he’d be huddled in a back corner of the library with Lily Evans, providing her with help on her transfiguration homework. He wasn’t sure why exactly he wasn’t putting up a fight, but as he walked away, he knew that she had once again made him look like a fool in front of their peers, just to allow her to save face.

Sure enough, James found himself nestled at a table near the restricted section of the library. Most students would be asleep or lounging in their common rooms at this time. Instead, he found himself waiting for Lily to join him.

“Hi, James.” Her voice was soft as she slid into the seat beside him. “Thank you for meeting me here.” Lily dropped her bag onto the floor beside them and then pulled out a roll of parchment as well as her transfiguration book.

James stayed silent as he finished off the last thoughts he had, rolling his own parchment back up before taking out a spare piece in case he needed to make notes. “It’s fine. Let’s just get this moving. We shouldn’t both be away for so long; people will get suspicious.” His voice held a bitter tone as he flipped her book to the correct page, then began instructing her on the most recent transfiguration lesson.

About halfway through the lesson, Lily’s hand had ended up on the back of James neck and was toying with some of his hair, her free hand scribbling notes onto parchment.

“Okay, I think this is a good stopping point.” James moved slightly to the side so that her hand dropped from his hair. He felt guilty for a split second but then remembered the way she had treated him in front of her friends earlier.

“Let’s pack up.” He stood abruptly, placing his books into the bag he had used to carry them.

“Look, James. I need to apologize for earlier. It was incredibly rude of me. I just get defensive that my friends will be able to tell how I feel about you if they see how I look at you or something.” Lily’s eyes looked genuinely concerned, but it just made James feel more frustrated.

“I mean, I don’t even know how you feel, Lily. And I’m not sure how your friends would figure it out if I can’t.” He sounded exasperated as he looked at her. While she sat in the seat, he towered over her which made him feel a little more powerful in this situation. The moment Lily stood up, he lost that feeling of being in control of himself.

Lily looked to be in deep thought for a moment before pressing her lips to James’ own. It was quick but she knew exactly how much a kiss from her would mean to him. “That’s the only way I can express to you how much you mean to me, James. I can’t put it into words.”

James smiled slightly as he pulled away, but for some reason he didn’t feel like the knot in his stomach had eased any.

“Sirius, I need to tell you something.” James looked stressed as he paced the boys’ dormitory. Remus and Peter had snuck out to grab them snacks, leaving the two boys alone for the time being.

“Yeah?” Sirius didn’t seem to be hearing James’ tone because he continued to make bubbles and smoke appear from the end of his wand, attempting to entertain himself.

“I think Lily’s playing me.” At those words, Sirius dropped his wand and turned his attention to James fully.

“Mate, what are you talking about? Lily wants nothing to do with you.”

“Exactly, when other people are around she wants nothing to do with me. The minute we’re alone, she’s touching me and kissing me. She treats me like absolute dirt when her friends are around but she acts like I’m the love of her life when we’re alone. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do.” Sirius was about to roll his eyes when he gave a quick glance towards James’ face and knew that he was really struggling with this.

“Well, I don’t know, mate. I guess you’ve just got to see how she feels about you.” James let out an agonized sigh as he realized that Sirius’ advice was useless.

“Wow, thanks a lot, mate. What lot of good you’ve done me.” He finally settled onto the side of his bed after pacing a hole into the floor. “I’m never going to figure Lily Evans out.”

Lily glanced up to see James coming and tucked her hair behind her ears. “Mind if I sit here?” He asked her, a grin on his face as she nodded. James slid into the seat across from her in the Great Hall, letting his foot nudge hers beneath the table. Her eyes met his and he felt his heart start to pound harder in his chest as they began to chat about the upcoming lessons.

“Lily? James?” One of Lily’s friends from Ravenclaw approached the table, causing her to immediately pull her foot back from pressing into his. Her gaze went cold as she turned to look at James, narrowing her eyes slightly. There was a look in her eyes that caused a chill to run down his spine.

“Hey!” He continued to speak in a bright tone, smiling at the blonde girl as she settled down next to James.

“Is everything okay?” Elizabeth looked confused as to why James was a sudden staple during their breakfast chat. “More charms help, James?” She looked a bit smug as she giggled to herself.

“No, actua-” James was cut off by Lily almost immediately. “No, no. James was actually just passing on a message from Marlene that she’ll be running late to breakfast and then we started discussing the test today. That’s all.” Lily shot James a look that he should keep his mouth shut. It was clear that he was no longer welcome at the table.

“Bye, Lily. See you in class.”

“James, can we talk out in the hall?” LIly’s voice broke through his study trance, though James nodded and packed up his belongings. She led him out of the library and through the twisted hallways of Hogwarts. After some time, they were hidden in a dark corridor set near the kitchens.

“I need to apologize for this morning. I shouldn’t have shooed you away like that. It’s just that… Liz can be a bit judgmental and you know she still resents you a bit ever since Gryffindor slaughtered Ravenclaw’s quidditch team.” Lily’s excuse was weak and she knew that. It was written all over her face.

“C’mon Lily. That’s not fair. I’ve told you I liked you and you just keep doing this! I don’t want to sneak around anymore. I want to be able to hold your hand on the way to class. I want to be able to kiss you while we study and not worry about people seeing us.” James turned around in front of her before letting stop him. She attempted to lean up and kiss him again. For a moment, James leaned into the kiss and allowed it to happen. He quickly stopped it, despite not wanting to. “No, no!” He pulled himself away fully, shaking his head and huffed.

“Lily, I can’t do this anymore! It’s not fair and you know that. And until you can pull your head out of your arse, I’m not doing it either.” Lily looked like she wanted to fight him on it but James held a hand up. “No, I’m done, Lily.” He turned, slinging his back back over his shoulder and stormed away.

Another corridor. Another heat of the moment argument. Another regret. Lily watches as James walks away.

#angst #jily #jilychallenge #jilytober #tayla writes #my writing #writing challenge

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sunkiri · 6 years

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Times in Between (2)

A/N: Here is the second part of my mini knuxadow series! Des: Knuckle’s can’t stop seeing that dumb guy all over campus. It’s like every turn he makes, he’s right there to mock him. It didn’t make any sense; he had been here for four years and was just now noticing him? Knuckles didn’t like coincidences. (Part 1)

It was like everywhere he turned, Shadow was there.

Knuckles seen him lounging under the giant tree in the courtyard on his way to math class. He had seen him sitting up in the bleachers, smoking a cigarette on school property as Sonic and him raced on the track. Knuckles had seen him passive agressively tearing apart a cheese stick in the main cafeteria, while Rouge babbled away about something Knuckles couldn’t hear or really cared to hear about.

None of it made any sense. He had never seen this guy before, and most of the time, he glanced over people. Knuckles never took interest in anyone, romantic or other. He was lucky that he liked his friends at all.

He just never felt like he needed people. They were always too clingy, or demanded too much of his time. To avoid hurt feelings, he stayed out of relationships and clinged on to friendships just enough to make him and others feel better. To put it lightly: he was not a people person.

After learning his name in the cafe a week ago, Knuckles eyes were always searching for him. On almost every day, he could always find Shadow where ever he was. Shadow’s eyes were always locked on to him, too.

Maybe if he just wouldn’t stare Knuckles down everytime he seen him, he wouldn’t care as much. Then again, Knuckles found himself always wondering about where he was on campus. Each time they made eye contact, it just made the echidna furious.

Why did he stare so hard? Was there something wrong with Knuckles? He did look intimidating, being so muscular from his years of sports and training. Amy and Blaze didn’t seem to mind, though. Even Sonic admired him for it.

“Hey, Knucks!” Amy called, gripping his arm. He turned, noticing the dress she was wearing today instead of her casual attire. “You ready for the party tonight?”

He blinked, hoping his facial expression didn’t look as angry as he had felt only seconds ago. “Party?”

Amy rolled her eyes, tugging on his arm as she rolled back onto her heels. “The Choatix boys are having a party tonight at their frat house. We’ve been talking about it for weeks.”

“Have we?”

The young hedgehog huffed, pouting. “Don’t you ever listen to me?”

“Only when I feel like it.” Knuckles chuckled, resting his arm on her head.

“You have to come, Blaze and I will be lonely.” Amy turned her head, staring into the black car a few feet away from them in the parking lot. Knuckle could barely make out Blaze in the tiny Prius.

She gave him a middle finger as she scrolled on her phone, not even bothering to look up at him. Knuckles sighed, looking down at Amy in disdain.

“You know I’m not good in crowds.”

“Come on, just come hang with us. I think Sonic is supposed to be there.” Amy was practically begging now, her grip on Knuckles’ arm returning and even harder than before.

Knuckles looked over the tree, noticing that Shadow was gone. Maybe he could escape this little game of cat and mouse at a shitty frat party.

He lowered his shoulders, looking down at his friend in defeat. “Fine. You have to come pick me up though.”

Amy squealed, nearly causing Knuckles to fall on his face as she wrapped him into a hug. “Awesome! Blaze and I will be at your building at eight.”

She ran off, her pink dress flowing out behind her as she ran to jump in Blaze’s car. Blaze saluted him before she backed up, her classical music blarring a little louder than usual.

Knuckles was never sure how to dress for events, so he went with his upmost casual: a simple Hawaiian shirt with khaki shorts. He didn’t care about the way he looked, or how how his dreads looked.

He pulled them back into a bun, making his way down the stairs where he heard a car horn blare. He looked at his watch that read 8:01. He smiled to himself, jumping over the hood of the car. He heard the girls inside scream as he climbed in the back seat.

“If you dent this car Knuckles, so help me God.” Blaze snapped, lowering the volume on her music.

“You’re late.” He smiled cheekily, pushing back a loose strand of hair that kept falling from his bun.

“It’s 8:02, dumbass.” Amy deadpanned, pointing at the clock on the dash.

“Like I said: late!”

He laughed as Blaze put the car into drive, pulling away from his crumbling building.

Knuckles hadn’t been to the Chaotix house in years. When he had first came to college, he enjoyed coming over to party and let loose. After the incident his second year, though, he decided to stay away from the people who were seemingly destroying his life.

He shuddered at the memories, glaring at the banner hung on the front of the three story house. The banner read “TEAM CHOATIX PARTY: THE WORK OF PROFESSIONALS”

“This is gonna be lame.” Blaze muttered, parking nearly a mile away so he car wouldn’t get hit.

“Don’t be a sour puss! It’ll be fun, I can feel it.” Amy looked back at Knuckles, her eyes narrowing in disgust.

“A hawaiian shirt? To a party?” She scoffed, but her gentle smile soothed her words. “Don’t you own something a little more...pristine?”

Knuckles snorted, scanning over her outfit. “Your dress has so many ruffels I feel like I’m suffocating from over here.”

There was a loud SLAM from the passenger’s side, causing the girls to scream. Amy rolled down her window to find Sonic grinning at her, his quills glistening with cheap hair gel.

“Ha, got ya.”

“You and Knuckles are going to be the death of my car!” Blaze shouted, kicking open her door to get out. Knuckles followed suit, watching as Sonic helped Amy out of the car. Her ruffles kept getting stuck in the side of the door.

“Hey, Knucks!” Sonic punched his arm, giving him a sly grin. Sonic looked like he had just gotten off the field. His gym shorts were untied in the front and his Mobius College Track shirt was wrinkled yet still clean.

“Sonic, what’s up?” Knuckles smiled, hitting him back a little harder than he had intended. He stumbled, rubbing the spot on his arm where Knuckles had punched him.

“Don’t really wanna be here, but Amy dragged me here.” Sonic stuck his tongue out at her, in which she mimicked him. Blaze crossed her arms, the leather of her jacket squeaking.

“By the time we actually go in, the party will be over and my car will be totaled.” She huffed, starting to walk off without them.

Sonic gave them a wink, causing Amy to blush. Knuckles raised his eyebrow at her, but she simply gave him a sheepish smile and clung to his side.

Beer cans and other party goers littered the lawn, screaming and shouting with the music blasting. Knuckles was already starting to feel uncomfortable as the music got louder and the people got closer.

Couples clung to one another, people cheered on others as games were played, drinking continued, and Knuckles couldn’t see straight for a moment. The alchohol smell made him woozy, and a million memories flooded back to him.

“Are you alright?” Amy pulled Knuckles down to her level so she could whisper in his ear.

He nodded, trying to shake of the feeling of wanting to flee. His chest felt empty as he followed Sonic through the crowd of people. Blaze found her a spot near the corner of the room, in a red chair that had stuffing overflowing from the top of it.

“KNUCKLES!” A harsh voice screamed, causing his heart to ram against his ribcage.

Vector pounded him on the back, Espio and Charmy following close behind. “Never thought I’d see you here again!”

“Neither did I.” Knuckles mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Have a drink! It’s on us!” Vector cheered, slamming a cup into the echidna’s hand.

He felt his cheeks go red, gently handing the cup back to his old friend. “No thanks. I don’t drink. Not anymore.”

“You’re no fun!” Charmy whined, sticking in his tongue out.

“Maybe so. I’ll catch you guys later, I’m gonna find my friends.” Knuckles pushed past them, finding Blaze and Amy in the corner where he had left them.

“Wow, you guys look like you’re having a good time.” Knuckles teased, sitting on the floor next to the chair.

“Well, we would go dance but there’s vomit on the dance floor.” Blaze glared at Amy as if to say, why would you drag us here?

Amy gave a nervous laugh, raising her shoulders in a shrug. The ruffles on her dress consumed her neck as she did so. “Come on, this could be fun. You have to give it a chance!”

Blaze and Knuckles both gave her a pointed look. Amy looked at the floor for a moment, until her eyes lit up.

“Look, Knuckles! It’s that guy you like!” She pointed across the room, right to Shadow.

Knuckles felt his face heat up again, his eyes resting on the estranged hedgehog. He was sitting on the floor, Rouge hanging on to his arm as she talked to another girl.

This time, Shadow was paying him no attention. He played with his lighter, his mouth moving slowly. Knuckles noticed someone beside him, and realized they were talking.

His mouth went dry as he clenched his teeth. “I do not like him.”

Amy giggled, adjusting herself on the arm of the chair. “Then why are you always staring at him?”

“It is a little odd.” Blaze commented, propping her feet on Knuckles’ shoulders. “Why don’t you just talk to him? You’ve been gawking at him for weeks.”

“Why have I never seen him around before?” Knuckles wandered aloud. “I feel like after four years of being here, I would have noticed him. Hey, he’s always staring at me!” Knuckles spun around, glaring at the girls.

“Sure...” Amy muttered, causing Blaze to grin.

Knuckles watched the person next to Shadow leave. This was his chance. He just wanted to know why he was always staring, maybe he could get some back story on him. Maybe he was a transfer student. If Knuckles could figure out more about him, it would ease his mind and he could move on from these creepy encounter.

Knuckles stood up, stalking over to the dark corner. He refused to look down as he let his back hit the wall. His heart was hammering in his chest, but he was right next to the guy now. He couldn’t give up now. He slowly let his back slide down the wall.

He could feel Shadow’s eyes on him, but still couldn’t bring himself to look at him. All of those questions Knuckles had wanted to ask once vanished, along with his voice.

“Smoke?” His voice was deeper than Knuckles expected it to be. It was smooth, like he had been speaking english for a thousand years.

“I...I don’t smoke.” Knuckles breathed, finally gathering the courage to face him. His eyes were heavy lidded, yet still focused. His facial expression never let up from looking annoyed, almost like he hadn’t smiled in years. His quills were as dark up close as they had looked far away.

“Then why are you over here?” He asked, flipping the lighter top again. Even though the music was loud, and Rouge’s voice was deafening, it seemed like the whole world has stopped around this small conversation. It made Knuckles feel sick.

“I’ve seen you...on campus a lot. How come I’ve never seen you before?” Knuckles adjusted himself so he could sit comfortably and look directly at Shadow.

Shadow looked confused. “I’ve been here for three years. We probably have different majors, Michael Jordan.”

“How did you know I play basketball?”

“I’ve seen you wearing your uniform around school, you dope.” Shadow sighed, pressing his shoulder into the wall.

“Oh. I guess that makes sense. What are you majoring in?”

“Does it really matter?”

“Hey, I’m just trying to-”

“Well, hello handsome.” A seductive voice said. He looked up, realizing Rouge was staring directly at him, a sly smirk on her face.

“Uh...” Knuckles stuttered, feeling himself lean away. Rouge was nearly in Shadow’s lap at this point, trying to get a better look at Knuckles.

“Cool dreads.” She slipped her finger around one of the pieces of his hair, causing him to jerk away.

“Stop coming on to him, Rouge,” Shadow chided. “We just met.”

“Ah, I was just having a little fun is all.” Rouge gave Knuckles a wink, causing him to swallow hard. “Catch you around, Knuckles. See you in class tomorrow, Shadow.” She leaned down and pressed a kiss to the hedgehog’s cheek. He seemed completely unphased.

“So...are you two, uh, dating?” Knuckles asked, rubbing the back of his neck.

Shadow snorted, sitting up straighter now. “Of course not. She’s just my friend. My very...friendly, aquaintence. Rouge is a total flirt, but she is my only friend. We’ve been with one another for a long time.”

“Same major?”

“No. She’s doing criminal justice. I have no desire to dwell in that.” Shadow was now keeping direct eye contact with Knuckles. It was strange now; moments before, Knuckles had never met this guy, yet kept seeing him everywhere. Now, it was almost normal talking to him. There was nothing stopping him now,

“Hey,” Knuckles started. “You never told me-”

“HEY, EVERYONE!” Vector’s voice boomed, causing the music and the guests to stop all at once. “LET’S GO WRECK THE FOOTBALL FIELD!”

Most of the people cheered, and stampeded through the door. Knuckles swiveled his head around, noticing Amy and Blaze cheering too.

“They’re drunk.” Knuckles concluded, standing up.

“Everyone here is drunk.” Shadow stated, following Knuckles.

“They’re my friends. I have to make sure-”

“Why don’t we just go too.” Shadow suggested, already moving to the door behind the others. “You can keep an eye on your friends.”

Knuckles didn’t want to be left behind, so he didn’t protest.

The walk to the football field was short, but Knuckles felt like he had nothing to say to Shadow between these moments. He was weaving in and out of the crowd, making sure Blaze and Amy weren’t hurt. He even noticed Sonic at the lead of the group, hooping and hollering along with Vector and the others.

Knuckles felt a hand on his forearm, causing him to spin around. Shadow was grasping on to his arm, but staring straight ahead.

“They’re making a water slide on the football field. It looks like your friends are gonna go head first.”

“Amy!” Knuckles shouted, sprinting to the front of the crowd. The people were too thick, everyone standing and laughing at the current situation. Knuckles watched from afar as Blaze gripped Amy’s arm as they went down the massive hill head first.

Knuckles looked over the side of the hill, gasping for breath from his moment of panic. Cupping his hands around his mouth, he shouted, “AMY!”

“Knucks? Come on, you gotta try this!” Amy laughed, stumbling around as she tried to move for the next recipients in line.

“Your dress.” Knuckles muttered to himself as he watched the beautiful frills turn cripsy with dried mud. Blaze was laying beside her, cackling loudly.

“I love you, Amy Rose!” She shouted, grasping at the hem of her dress.

Knuckles sighed, knowing in the morning they would regret all of this. He felt a presence beside, looking down to see Shadow wiping the sleeve of his leather jacket.

“Your friends seem to be just fine.” A smile played on his lips, but his eyes were still narrowed.

“Amy is gonna die in the morning. She has an 8:00 class, too.” Knuckles chuckled to himself, watching as Blaze tried to kiss Amy as they rolled in the grass.

“Why don’t you two lovebirds give it a go?” Vector interjected, sneering at them.

“Wait-”

The palm of his hand met with Knuckles’ back, causing him to fling forward. The echidna gripped onto Shadow’s arm, dragging him down with him.

The next few moments were short, with only the memory of slick mud and blades of grass in Knuckles’ line of sight. He caught himself with his palms, a stinging sensation forming on his bare knees. He could taste the soil in his mouth as he stared ahead at the football field.

Cheering and laughter erupted from up on the hill. Knuckles glanced up, barely making out the smirk on Vector’s face as he stood triumphantly at the top of the hill.

A snarl brought Knuckles back to the situation, remembering that Shadow had taken the fall with him. Knuckles went to reach out, but the hedgehog threw himself on the ground.

“God, I’m sorry-”

Knuckles would have finished, but something incrediable happened: Shadow laughed. A soft, mischevious sound that made goosebumps rise on Knuckles’ arms. His teeth were sharp, along with his smile.

He swallowed hard, not being able to take his eyes off of him.

“Botany.” Shadow finally said, that smile still gracing his lips.

Knuckles shook his head, furrowing his brow. “What?”

“You asked me what my major was. It’s botany; the study of plants.”

Knuckles could have thought of a thousand things to say, but he didn’t remember anything after that except for the darkness.

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