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price of freedom (jk)

summary: upon learning that your father had arranged for you to marry kim taehyung, heir to the biggest corporation in asia, to secure his win in the presidential election, you sought the help of det. jeon jungkook of the intelligence unit to take him down and attain your freedom. however, you soon realized that freedom had a price and det. jeon’s was the most expensive and dangerous of it all.

pairing: detective!jungkook x professor!fem!reader

genre(s): yandere, heavy angst, dark romance, slow burn, political

author’s note: this is a repost of price of freedom chapters 1-2 from my old account, aikastales. no warnings for this part.

total word count: 7.2k

PART ONE

You were on your way out of the classroom when the familiar voice of your father’s right-hand man, Kim Namjoon, stopped you from your tracks. He was standing in the doorway, hands buried deep into the pockets of his black coat. Namjoon sent you a polite smile, but you kept your lips pressed into a thin line, adjusting the strap of your black leather bag which had fallen off your shoulder. You didn’t know what he was doing at your workplace, and frankly, you didn’t really care. Whenever Kim Namjoon showed up unannounced, it was never good news.

Sensing your displeased aura, Namjoon walked towards you while saying, “It’s no wonder your class is always filled, Y/N. You’re a great teacher.”

There was, once upon a time, that a compliment from Kim Namjoon would have made you grin widely. He was the person that you looked up to the most while you were growing up because he was incredibly smart and the only person who, despite being young, took your insights with great importance, not dismissing it. But you grew up and developed a mind of your own. Suddenly, Kim Namjoon wasn’t the great adult you looked up to anymore.

“Does my father want anything, Namjoon? Because you can tell him the same thing I’ve been telling him for years now: no,” you replied with a sigh. “I’m not going to campaign for him or do anything that makes it seem like I’m campaigning for him.”

“I came here without the knowledge of your father, Y/N. I came here to give you a heads up for what he’s about to do that concerns you,” he took another step towards you. Namjoon didn’t seem to age, you pondered. He looked like he was permanently stuck at 25 his whole life.

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion and perhaps, concern. When it came to your father, everything was unpredictable. “What?”

Your mind immediately came to the conclusion that your father was going to disown you, publicly, which you really didn’t mind. After the death of your mother, you had been estranged. You couldn’t remember the last time you spoke or even saw each other, in the flesh, at least. Senator Jung Hoseok was always on a television somewhere, for better or for worse.

“He’s arranging your marriage with Kim Taehyung, the heir of V Corporation.”

It was like your entire body had been washed over by ice-cold water. You felt it freeze and then shake. You knew you and your father didn’t see eye-to-eye in many things but you never expected him to meddle with your life in this way. You didn’t have a reason to expect it because he had been pretty good in letting you do whatever you wanted the past few years.

“Why the hell would he do that, Namjoon?” you asked, clenching your fists and feeling your entire body getting hot due to the anger that was quickly forming within you.

“To add machinery in his campaign, to ensure he wins the election. V Corporation is the biggest stockholder in Han Systems, the voting machine that will be used in the election,” Namjoon inhaled deeply then exhaled. “Kim Taehyung marries you and he wins, to put it simply.”

“What the fuck?”

You couldn’t believe the words that came out his mouth. Just how deranged your father had become over the past years that he was willing to have some guy marry his only daughter so that he’d win the election? A guy who was a notorious and infamous womanizer and you deeply hated.

“The marriage is a month away, Y/N. Expect that he’ll have his men take you to the press release of the announcement of your engagement to Kim Taehyung anytime now,” Namjoon said. You glared at him, his gaze softened. “I am sorry, Y/N. Truly. I tried talking him out of it but he was adamant. Kim Taehyung already accepted the proposal.”

You felt your knees getting weak. “This is insane, Namjoon. I’m not going to marry Taehyung or anyone. I won’t marry Taehyung or anyone. There has to be something you can do. Anything.”

He shook his head. “It’s already sealed, Y/N. It’s out of my hands now. I only came as a courtesy because I care about you. I always did and always will. You are like my daughter too.”

You felt like you were back to being a helpless teenager once again. Biting your lower lip, you tilted your head to the side as you shook your head. Placing a hand on your waist, you faced Namjoon once again. “Why does he think he can force me to do this? We haven’t talked for years but I’m sure my father still knows me. I’m not someone he can boss around.”

“Y/N, the freedom he’s given you to do whatever you wanted over the years is not free. He kept his distance from you because he knows, one day, he’ll use it against you. That day has come. You are going to marry Kim Taehyung, one way or another, because if you don’t—he’ll make sure to make your life and those you love suffer,” Namjoon licked his lower lip as he continued. “He knows everything that you’ve been doing. The people you’ve been seeing. The causes you’ve been donating and dedicated to. Everything. What do you think he’s capable of now more than ever? Nothing’s more dangerous than a desperate man.”

A shiver went down your spine. He knew everything. If Namjoon was telling the truth and he knew everything, you had no choice. Your father was a powerful man, an influential man. Whatever he wanted, he would stop at nothing to have it. You thought of Seokjin and the Moon Orphanage and you thought of Christian Yu, your on-again, off-again boyfriend turned closest friend. They became your family throughout the years. You didn’t even want to imagine what your father would do to them if you refused to marry Kim Taehyung.

“I don’t have a choice,” you stated, swallowing the lump in your throat. “I never did, didn’t I?”

Namjoon shook his head solemnly. “I’m sorry, Y/N.”

And just like that, the illusion was broken.

Maybe drinking the pain away was a temporary solution to the aching hole in your chest but right now, you honestly didn’t care. Temporary fixes were sometimes the best fixes. You finished your fifth shot in just half an hour and when you were about to call the bartender to ask for another, a figure sat down on the stool beside you. When you took a glance at them, you couldn’t help but let out a humorless laugh.

“Hey, just a beer,” he said to the bartender before turning to you. “Evening, Professor Jung,” His voice was enough to annoy the living shit out of you. Or maybe, your day was just spoiled and everything annoyed you. “No ‘evening Detective’? I thought we were finally getting along.”

You inhaled sharply. “I’m not in the mood, Jeon. So shut up and leave me alone.”

Jeon Jungkook chuckled. “What got your panties in a twist?”

“It doesn’t concern you,” you snapped, finally facing him. There was an amused smile plastered on his annoyingly handsome face. “I’m serious, Jungkook. Leave me alone.”

Upon sensing your disposition, he asked, without a hint of mischief or teasing, “Do you wanna talk about it? We’re not friends but that should make it easier, right?”

He had a point. Sometimes, it was easier to tell everything to someone that wasn’t your friend. A stranger. But Jeon Jungkook wasn’t exactly a stranger. Not by definition, anyway. He wasn’t an acquaintance either.

Ever since you moved to Seoul to start your professorship at SNU, Jungkook had been there. He was one of the first people you met because of the bar you two were currently at, The Basement. Your co-faculty brought you along after work one night and he and his co-workers were also there. He tried flirting with you but you were with Christian at that time. Still, even if you weren’t, you wouldn’t have flirted back. Jungkook was handsome, yes, but you disliked cops and he was a proud one.

Whenever the two of you would be at The Basement at the same time, Jungkook would playfully flirt with you or just make it a point to annoy you at least once the entire night.

So yes, Jeon Jungkook was not a stranger. He was not a friend. He wasn’t an acquaintance. He was just there.

“Hey, saw your bust on the evening news. Good job, JK, and to the rest of the Intelligence,” the bartender, Hoshi, said as he brought Jungkook’s beer. “This one’s on the house.”

“Thanks Hoshi,” Jungkook said. From what you knew from secondary sources, Jeon Jungkook was a detective in Seoul Police Department’s elite team known as Intelligence Unit. He was the youngest in their team of six.

An idea suddenly popped in your mind. You turned to him. “You work in the Intelligence Unit, correct?”

Jungkook seemed surprised by your inquiry but nodded, nevertheless. “Yeah. I do. Why?”

“What type of cases do you work on? Is it always drug cases?” you asked.

“No. Mostly are drug cases, yes, but it’s usually up to our Sergeant what our next case would be or if we happen to come across one that he approves to take on,” he explained and you nodded slowly. “Why are you suddenly curious about my job, Professor? Don’t you hate what I do?”

You thought hard about your next choice of words. “What if someone goes to you to look into something illegal? Criminal?”

He shifted on his seat to face you, tattooed arm resting on the counter beside him. “If the information is credible and actionable then we look into it. They become CIs—confidential informants.”

“What does that entail? Being a CI?”

Jungkook raised his eyebrow slightly. “What’s with the questions? Do you have something you wanna tell me, Y/N?”

It was this or nothing. It was a risk you were willing to take.

“I have information on the illegal acts of a certain presidential candidate. Can your unit investigate that?”

You assumed Jungkook wasn’t dumb and he could’ve already guessed who the candidate was but he didn’t show it. His expression remained passive. “What information?”

You licked your lower lips. “Vote-buying, fraud, intimidation, and so much more.”

“I’m not sure if my sergeant will take the case, Y/N. The Commission on Elections exists for that purpose. They have jurisdiction.”

“Then, what about murder?”

Jungkook pressed his lips tightly. “Not here, Y/N.”

“I can’t go anywhere with you. I’m being watched,” you told him. “At least that’s what I’ve been told.”

He nodded. “Okay. Then just act natural, like we’re friends talking.”

You did your best to do so. “I don’t know the specifics. It was never even confirmed. But there was only one person who could kill Congressman Park Jimin—my father, Senator Jung Hoseok.”

“We can’t look into it based on a hunch, Y/N. There has to be something actionable like a message ordering the hit.”

“I can find it,” you told him. “I can find proof that he ordered the murder of Park Jimin.”

“You wanna wear a wire?” he asked incredulously. “Y/N, I am telling you right now: that’s dangerous.”

“I don’t care, Jungkook. It’s either I do this or—,” you shut your eyes tightly.

“Or what?” he asked.

“Or he wins the election. By then, it’ll be impossible for him to be arrested for any of his crimes.”

Jungkook sighed. “Why now? You had plenty of chances to do this but you didn’t. Why now?”

It was the question, wasn’t it? He wasn’t wrong. You had plenty of chances to report your father to the authorities but you didn’t. There was really no other reason why.

“Because I wasn’t strong back then. I was scared of him,” you scoffed, lowering your gaze. “Maybe I also needed him. He provided me with everything. I was scared that if he went to jail, I’d lose all those luxuries.”

“And now you’re ready to lose everything?”

“I already did,” you told him. “Right now, I have nothing else to lose. I also can’t let him do anything he wants so he can get everything that he wants and more. I’m done being his pawn.”

Jungkook was silent for a while. You didn’t say anything more. When he finished his beer, he stood, and as he slipped on his jacket, he told you, “I’ll see what I can do, Y/N. Good night and take care of yourself.”

It was a miracle that you managed to go home despite being hammered. Perhaps, over the years, your alcohol tolerance increased.

You took off your heels, coat, and bag, discarding them on the floor as you proceeded into your apartment. Throwing yourself on the sofa, you sighed deeply. As you stared at your swirling ceiling, you wondered if Jungkook would actually help you. All the cops that you knew were corrupted. You wondered if he was one of them.

But you had to try. He was your only option. You had to gamble on the fact that Detective Jeon Jungkook was one of the good ones.

Then, your mind went to his question: why now? And suddenly, you felt disgusted with yourself. All those years you could’ve spent ensuring your father paid for his crimes but you didn’t. You ignored him.

Yes, you defied him. But if you were being completely honest with yourself, you only did so because you hated him. It wasn’t because of a moral, virtuous reason. It was self-serving. And now that he had taken your freedom, regardless if it was an illusion, you were defying him again for all the same reasons.

Did that make you a bad person? You had no idea. Maybe there were who would think so.

Another sigh escaped your lips and as you closed your eyes, you immediately fell into a deep and troubled slumber.

A week had passed since you learned from Namjoon that your father had essentially sold you out to win the upcoming presidential election. Suffice it to say, you were on the edge the entire time. When you were not conducting your lectures at SNU, you were internally dying as you waited for Namjoon or any of your father’s men to pick you up for the press conference. You were also waiting for Kim Taehyung to reach out. But none of them did.

Instead, it was Jeon Jungkook.

You were unlocking your car when he appeared seemingly out of nowhere, scaring the living daylights out of you.

“What the fuck is the matter with you?” you hissed at him as you picked up your key.

“You said you were being followed? Well, you were right. I found this under your car,” he showed you a small black box. “It’s a tracker. But I already disabled it. I also scouted the university for any undercovers your father might have sent with a couple of my men and we found none. He probably just said that to get into your head.”

“Wait,” you told him. “What are you saying, Jungkook? Are you going to help me?”

He nodded. “I already got the greenlight from my Sergeant. He wants to meet with us now.”

For the first time in a week, you felt hope. A sliver of hope.

“Yeah? Okay. Okay, where do we go?”

“I’ll take us there,” Jungkook said. “Keys.”

You furrowed your eyebrows. “Why can’t I drive?”

“Y/N, if we’re going to do this, you’re gonna need to trust me,” the detective said. He seemed different from the guy who would playfully flirt with you at the bar. Perhaps, this was the Detective persona he had.

With your lips pressed tightly, you gave him your keys and went around to the passenger seat. Simultaneously, the both of you stepped into your vehicle and once the engine started, Jungkook began to drive.

You were pretty familiar with the roads within Seoul. One of the hobbies you picked up when you moved to the city was driving aimlessly whenever you couldn’t sleep. You enjoyed the peace and the excitement that came with not knowing where you’d end up.

“Were you watching me the entire week?” you asked Jungkook after a while.

“It’s standard procedure, whether you believe it or not. I had to make sure you were being truthful,” he explained. “But I mostly did background check. I didn’t watch you the entire week. My men did.”

Fair enough, you thought. “How’s your sergeant like?”

“Hyung is a good cop if that’s what you’re asking,” Jungkook replied, glancing briefly at me. “He taught me how to be one.”

“That’s not—,” you exhaled deeply. “I meant—is he standoffish? You know… How do I present myself to him?”

“Just be yourself, Y/N. Just explain everything to him truthfully.”

“You keep bringing that up—truth,” you said. “You also need to trust me if we’re going to do this, Jungkook.”

“I know and I do,” he answered. “Because if you don’t, if you cross me and my unit, there will be consequences.”

About ten more minutes later, they arrived at an abandoned warehouse in the outskirts of the city. Admittedly, you felt nervous but you stepped out of your car and followed Jungkook inside.

Once inside, he immediately stood out. He wore a black suit, his long jet black hair was gelled away from his face. A cigarette was hanging from his lips but what stood out the most about him was the scar on his left eye.

“Sarge, this is Jung Y/N. She’s the daughter of presidential candidate, Jung Hoseok. Y/N, this is Sergeant Min Yoongi—he’s the head of the Intelligence Unit.”

The sergeant blew smoke from his mouth. You extended your hand and he shook it. “Good to meet you, Ms. Jung.”

“Please, just call me Y/N.”

He nodded. “So, let’s cut to the chase. You said your father murdered Park Jimin but you have no proof.”

“I told Jung—detective Jeon that I am willing to be a CI and go undercover to find proof that he did,” you said, licking your lower lip. “I know I can find it.”

“It’s not going to be easy. I’m sure Det. Jeon made you aware of that,” Yoongi said, nodding at Jungkook’s direction.

You nodded. “He did. But like I said, I am willing.”

Yoongi and Jungkook looked at each other. You looked at both of them. Yoongi nodded as he smoked once again.

“From the background check I conducted on you, you’re pretty much estranged from your father, Y/N. If you suddenly come back into your old life and integrate yourself in it to find proof that your father killed or ordered the hit on Park Jimin, it’ll be suspicious,” Jungkook told you, slipping his hand into the pocket of his leather jacket.

You took a deep breath. “It won’t be suspicious. Not when I’m going to marry Kim Taehyung. That’s my way in.”

“Wait—you never said anything about marrying Kim Taehyung. Is he the same Kim Taehyung of the V Corp?” Jungkook asked, eyebrows furrowed deeply.

“I didn’t think it mattered at the time. But I do now. The marriage is my way in,” you said to him.

“Sarge?” Jungkook inquired.

Yoongi blew another smoke from his mouth. “If Y/N’s willing to do it, I don’t see any reason not to do it. It’s the fastest way to infiltrate Jung Hoseok’s inner circle.”

You nodded. “I am willing to do it, Sgt. Min.”

“Do you know anything about this arranged marriage?” the sergeant asked.

“Only that it’s in a month and there will be a press conference about it. Will that be enough time?”

A lopsided smirk appeared on Min Yoongi’s face. “That depends on you, Y/N and how fast you can acquire evidence that your father is involved in the murder of Park Jimin.”

What if I can never find proof? Does that mean I’m stuck in a marriage with Kim Taehyung forever?

I felt a cold shiver down my spine. As if sensing it, Jungkook spoke up. “Look, Y/N, we’ll do everything we can to help you and not to brag, we’re pretty good at our job. That’s why we’re the Intelligence Unit. We make the cases that can’t be made. But if we’re going to take down a man as powerful as your father, whose eyes and ears are everywhere, you have to help us. You have to do everything to help us take him down. It all goes down to you.”

You nodded. It all goes down to you.

“We’ll contact you. You don’t contact us. For now, just sit tight and let the arrangement flow. Just act how you normally would. So, if you’re not in favor of this marriage, act like it. Don’t just suddenly act like you’re into it. This is going to be a long game, Y/N. So I ask you this one last time: are you willing to do this?”

Min Yoongi’s gaze was as sharp as a predator hunting for its prey. It penetrated your soul.

“I am.”

PART TWO

Like the last time you saw him, he was wearing a long black coat under his suit and black pointed leather shoes. When you saw him standing outside of your apartment, you knew exactly what he was there for—the day of your press conference had finally arrived.

You took off your earphones as you walked towards him, chest rising heavily as you had just arrived from your jog. “Have you always known where I lived? Don’t tell me you have cameras around my apartment too.”

Namjoon didn’t address your question. Instead, he informed you, “The press conference starts in three hours. I’m here to take you to it.”

“Of course you are,” you scoffed, unlocking your apartment. You entered your place and kept the door open for Namjoon to follow you inside.

“Take a shower and then we'll leave,” Namjoon said, shutting the door behind him. “Taehyung has made arrangements regarding your wardrobe.”

“Don’t I get any say in this matter?” you asked, turning on your heels to face Namjoon.

“He prepared various dresses for you to choose from, Y/N.”

“You know that’s not what I mean,” you snapped. “Can you tell me I have, even just a little bit, of a say in this marriage?”

“You and I both know that’s not possible,” he said with a deep sigh. “Just get ready, please.”

Shaking your head, you proceeded to your bathroom. It didn’t take long for you to finish getting ready; slipping on a pair of wide leg jeans, a simple white shirt, and throwing on a black coat over it. You sat down in front of your vanity mirror, blow drying your hair. Then, you put on your usual jewelry—except for the necklace Jeon Jungkook had given you days after meeting with him and his sergeant.

It was gold with an engraving of St. Joseph on the circle pendant. It wasn’t eye-catching to say the least, which was the point as it was the “wire” that you needed to wear to capture everything when you were with your father. Because you couldn’t contact Jungkook or Yoongi, the detective told you that you only needed to press the pendant once and it would immediately activate and send them a signal that would alert them that you were under the wire.

After slipping on your white sneakers and putting your phone, wallet, and keys inside your coat pockets, you left your room. Namjoon was looking at your bookshelf. You stared at his back for a moment. Most of the books in there were the books he made you read growing up. They were his copy. You always wanted to get rid of them but when you were about to, you just couldn’t.

“I’m done,” you said.

Namjoon turned to face you. “Okay. Let’s go.”

The ride was quiet. Namjoon was sitting beside the driver while you were seated in the backseat. Your phone vibrated in your pocket and you pulled it out, seeing Jungkook’s message.

We’re with you. Do your thing.

It was oddly comforting. You never would’ve thought you’d be feeling that way especially coming from Jungkook. You put your phone back in your pocket and lowered yourself on the chair, resting your head against the window.

It didn’t take long before you reached V Hotel. From your view inside the vehicle, the tall building looked so intimidating. It almost looked like it reached the sky. It wasn’t the first time you had been at the hotel. You remembered this establishment from your childhood. Your family would always stay here when you were in Seoul. The memories were fond because they were memories with your mother—room service, movie nights, trying out your mother’s jewelry and heels even though they were too big on your small feet.

In the hotel room, it felt like you had your own world. The both of you could be as careless as you wanted because there was no husband and father that would restrict you.

Now, you were back and everything had changed. Your mother was dead and you were marrying the heir to this hotel.

Namjoon opened the door for you, cutting off your trance. With a deep sigh, you stepped out of the vehicle. Immediately, you heard screams from everywhere. You didn’t even notice the media behind the barricade from across the street.

“What the hell is that?” you asked Namjoon as he led you inside the hotel.

“It’s a press conference, Y/N. What did you expect?” he returned.

When you were finally in the lobby, what struck you the most was the chilly air conditioned air. The lobby was massive and wide. Everything was grand. You would not deny the beauty of the five-star hotel. The manager greeted you and Namjoon then led you to your suite. Even the elevator was grand. By the time you arrived at your suite, you weren’t surprised at the elegant interior.

“Enjoy your stay. Please let us know if you need anything else.”

You didn’t have time to breathe because as soon as you arrived at the suite, Namjoon immediately instructed everyone in the room to start getting ready. Before you knew it, you were sitting in front of a vanity mirror with bright lights in front of your face and what seemed like dozens of people pressing a million things on your face.

When your make up was done, the stylist helped you put on your dress. During all this preparation, not one of them spoke. You wondered if they were instructed not to.

“No, I want to keep this necklace,” you told the stylist who was on the verge of unclasping the necklace.

The dress you were now wearing was a white silk dress with thin straps and hugged you perfectly in all your curves. When you were finally done, you felt like a completely different person. It felt like you were back into your old lifestyle.

“Thank you everyone,” you said as they were preparing to leave. They just bowed and didn’t say anything back.

When you were finally alone in the suite, you sat down on one of the couches. Unconsciously, your fingers found its way to the pendant of your necklace. You wondered if Jungkook was still watching, listening. You wondered if he was anywhere near the hotel. The nerves had finally set in.

Today, you were going to announce to the entire nation that you were marrying Kim Taehyung.

And speaking of the devil, he arrived in your suite. He wore a tailor-fitted brown-shade three-piece suit. Unlike the last time you saw him, his hair was back to being black, slicked back, exposing his forehead and handsome face.

“Hi there, Y/N. Long time no see,” Kim Taehyung greeted with a smirk plastered on his lips. “You look beautiful, Y/N.”

“Wish I could say the same to you,” you told him, rising from your seat. “So, tell me, was this all your idea? A sick fantasy you had?”

Taehyung chuckled. “I hate to break it to you but this is purely a business strategy for me. You can hate your father for this marriage.”

Somehow, that made it worse. Your father really had no regard for you.

“I’m sure you didn’t want to get married this way. You can literally have anyone you want, Taehyung. So, how about we make a run for it? Go on with our lives.”

“Not anyone is the daughter of the future president of this country, Y/N,” he said. “You don’t need to worry about me getting in the way you live your life, if that’s what’s you’re worried about. You can see other people and I wouldn’t mind. Just don’t do it publicly. We still have appearances to keep up.”

This was not the Kim Taehyung you were expecting. You heard rumors about him. You heard all sorts of unfortunate words that described him: womanizer, notorious, evil, diabolical. Yet he didn’t seem like any of it as he stood in front of you. Perhaps, it was an act?

“Come on. The sooner we finish this press conference, the quicker we get back to our day lives.”

And so, you were on your way.

When you arrived at the hall where the press conference was held, you felt like your heart was going to leap out of your chest at any moment. The anxiety creeped into your system and suddenly, you were hyper aware of everything that was happening around you. All the bodyguards that surrounded you and their chatters about being in their respective positions, the yelling of the media inside the hall, the sound of their cameras clicking, and your shaky breath.

Taehyung grabbed your hand which, instinctively, you tried to withdraw but his grip was right and he tugged you along with toward the stage where you saw your father and Taehyung’s parents already seated—all smiles and jovial towards each other.

Seeing your father made you tremble in anger. He was the reason behind everything. Seeing him act like he wasn’t cheating his way to the presidency by using her own daughter like a puppet in front of everyone in the hall and to the people who were watching ignited a fiery ball of anger and resentment in your heart. And when your eyes met, you felt like you were a fucking child again. You knew the look all too well—do as I say.

Taehyung greeted his parents by bowing ninety-degrees, letting go of your hand momentarily to clasp it over his stomach. You followed his action. Then, the both of you bowed respectfully to your father. It made you sick.

You sat beside him while Taehyung sat beside his parents. Both of you were in the center. You were now aware of just how vast and how many media were present inside the hall.

“Hello. We’ll now start with the press conference,” an emcee off stage spoke into the microphone. “Everyone, please introduce yourself.”

Taehyung’s parents were the first to introduce themselves, followed by their son, you, and lastly, your father.

“Hello. My name is Jung Hoseok, Y/N’s father. Thank you all for coming.”

Y/N’s father—he always introduced himself that way to the public. Never Mayor Jung Hoseok, Congressman Jung Hoseok, or Senator Jung Hoseok. It was always Y/N’s father. He wanted to be seen as just another father in the country. That made him relatable out of his peers. Even at such a young age, he would use you for his advantage. In hindsight, you probably should’ve seen this coming. But hindsight was indeed 20/20.

“To the members of the media present with us at the hall and to the global viewers of the live broadcast, we want to welcome you to the press conference of the announcement of Kim Taehyung and Jung Y/N’s engagement. To start, we will be entertaining the questions from select media. Upon your arrival at the hall, your seats were randomly put on a red sticker so if you have a sticker on your seat, please rise and we will call your name row by row. Thank you.”

And so, the questioning began. The first ones were basic—how you and Taehyung met which you both answered at ease. It surprised you—how you answered the question at ease, how smoothly you lied in front of the cameras. How you quickly came up with scenarios adding onto Taehyung’s recount of your romance.

Perhaps, the apple didn’t fall far from the tree.

“Ms. Go Minji from The Seoul Times.”

A beautiful dark-haired woman dressed in a pair of jeans, white blouse underneath a black coat and heels, carrying her thick notebook in one hand and her phone in the other went to the center where the microphone was placed. Despite the charming smile plastered on her lips, her sharp gaze met yours and you immediately knew she wasn’t just some journalist. She was young, probably around your age, and her sharp gaze held a lot of tenacity and passion.

The burning passion of the youth—a catalyst for many things.

“Hello. This question is specifically for Ms. Jung Y/N,” Minji spoke into the mic.

“Yes, please proceed with your question.”

“It’s public knowledge that you and your father had not been in contact for many years, presumably since the passing of your mother. Isn’t it curious that, all of a sudden, you’re back into each other’s lives, and you’re marrying Mr. Kim Taehyung, heir to the V Corporation which is also the largest stockholder of Han Systems, the supplier of this year’s national elections?”

You could feel everyone’s eyes on you but nothing more evident than that of your father’s. He was burning holes in you.

“It’s true. My father and I have been estranged for some time now. We have differences, just like everybody else. We have arguments and misunderstandings that we sweep under the rug rather than confront them immediately and that led to the unfortunate estrangement. But he’s my father and I never stopped loving, caring, and supporting him—,” you took a quick glance to your father and saw him smiling at you.

For everyone else it might be a sweet smile. For you, it was sinister.

You continued, “You know, just because we’ve lived our lives publicly since he became involved with politics doesn’t mean that we have to put everything out there. My father and I have reconciled. As for my marriage to Taehyung—like we said a while ago, we’ve known each other since we were little. We’ve been friends throughout the years. It didn’t occur to us that we share the same romantic feelings for each other until last month. So, when we acknowledged it, there wasn’t really any second guessing—we knew we wanted to spend the rest of our lives together. It may be unorthodox to most since our society is very conservative when it comes to dating, but it’s a testament on how true and sincere our feelings are for each other. We are marrying because we love each other.”

“But isn’t that a conflict of interest? Your father is running for president.”

“No, it’s not. Firstly, there are no laws against our union. Secondly, my father is not corrupt. His record can attest to that. Thirdly, Han Systems developed a corruption-proof system. That is why the Commission on Elections approved their license to be the supplier for this election after a thorough investigation on the company and the testing of the machine. It took them six years to reach this decision. That only means Han Systems was the best of the best. Their system worked. I understand how our union may raise speculation but I ask the public to look at the facts and the records of my father’s public service of more than 20 years before they spread malicious comments.”

The moment you stepped out of the bathroom to change back into your own clothes, Jung Hoseok was waiting outside. He was seated in one of the chairs near the room’s balcony.

“You answered well a while ago,” he complimented. “Sounded like a true politician’s daughter.”

“I’m going now. You got what you wanted so let’s just stay out of each other’s way as we’ve been doing the past years,” you told him.

“Stay, Y/N. I’m not done talking to you.”

There was the Jung Hoseok you remembered. All the traces of his public persona were gone. Before you was the true Jung Hoseok—cold, stern, dictatorial. With your fists clenched, you faced your father.

“You will see this through, Y/N. This act doesn’t end after the press conference. In fact, it’s only the beginning. I’m sure Namjoon has told you what the consequences will be if you deliberately try to cross me. It’s not only your life that is at stake. Do you understand?” he raised his eyebrow slightly, challenging you to deviate.

“I do,” you said.

“Good.”

“How can you do this? You’ll sell out your own blood for your own selfish interest. Do you have no conscience?” you asked because it hurt. It still hurts even though you always knew your father was not a good man.

“Y/N, I thought by now you’ve grown up and accepted the realities of the world,” he shook his head as he rose from his seat. “You were always your mother’s daughter. So idealistic, so… hopeful,” you felt your body froze when his fingers traced your jaw. “Look at where that led her. Killed by the very people she stood for,” Hoseok sighed deeply. “Justice, truth, honesty, morality—these are fallacies. Man-made illusions to sell idealists like you into championing causes that do not matter. Made to believe we’re all equal. Y/N, we’re not. There will always be a leader and a follower. And I am born to lead. And I will do everything to make sure I get to lead for a long, long time.”

The sinister smile appeared on his face once more as he continued, “So, don’t get in my way because I won’t hesitate to do what needs to be done to push you off it.”

Same place. Take the route we used.

This was the message that you saw after you finished drying the dishes you used when eating. It was from Jungkook, obviously, and even though you wanted nothing more but to stay in and call it a night—you knew this was more important. So, without further ado, you took your keys, wallet, phone, and coat then proceeded to the parking area of your apartment building.

Fortunately, you still remembered the route Jungkook used going to the warehouse. You guessed this was probably the location you would often meet. You wondered how many CIs had driven the same route and what happened to them afterwards.

When Jungkook asked to meet with you to give you the necklace, you had asked the very question.

“What happens after my father is in jail? I imagine I have to testify and all that but what about after that?” you asked as Jungkook put the necklace around your necklace.

“You get your payment for the information you provided us and you’re free to do whatever the hell it is that you wanna do,” Jungkook answered, locking the gold jewelry in place.

“I don’t need money. But freedom sounds nice,” you replied, turning to face him.

Jungkook became a friendly face. You never expected this. It felt like with him came hope that everything would be alright, that the good guys would win this time around.

Moments later, you arrived at the warehouse. It was dark and the street lights didn’t help illuminate the streets clearly. All that you could see was whatever the bright light from your headlights shone upon. Once you had parked and shut the engine off, you stepped out of your vehicle and proceeded inside, using your phone’s flashlight to guide you.

“Y/N.”

Your heart nearly leapt out of your chest again. You turned and your flashlight shone upon Jungkook’s face.

“What the hell is the matter with you? Why do you sneak up like that?” your hand was on your chest, feeling your heartbeat.

“Sorry. Part of the job is to be as sneaky as you can,” Jungkook’s lips formed into a smile. “Come on. Let’s talk somewhere brighter.”

So, you followed him upstairs and inside a room with the lights on but no windows. It was small with only a table and a metal chair. The walls were dirty yellow filled with various graffiti. The floor too.

“What was this place?” you asked, genuinely curious.

“According to Sarge, it used to be a sardines factory. But it was shut down and the local police department took over after it was revealed that the owners were trafficking underage girls and shipping them off to various countries,” Jungkook explained, sitting on the table behind him, and pulling out a box of cigarettes and lighter from his coat pocket. “Intelligence mostly uses it as a safe place to talk to CIs.”

You nodded. Jungkook lit a cigarette between his lips. “So, everything that happened a while ago was captured and recorded. Our tech guy is uploading it to a database for safekeeping. I wanted to let you know that you did great.”

“I lied, Jungkook, about everything,” you told him with a light scoff.

“It was necessary,” he shrugged it off. You frowned a bit. Was lying also ‘part of the job?’ He must have noticed your expression because he chuckled as he blew smoke from his mouth. “Professor, you do realize the world isn’t black and white? Sometimes, to do our jobs, we have to use similar methods as the bad guys.”

You inhaled deeply with your lips pressed tightly. “Why did you wanna meet?”

“I wanted to know if you were okay after everything that happened today.”

“You could’ve asked me over the phone.”

“Yeah, but I wanted to see you,” Jungkook removed the cigarette from his lips. “You’re my CI, Y/N. You’re my responsibility. Part of my job is to make sure you’re okay every time you’re undercover.”

“I’m fine,” you told him. “Honestly, right now, I just want to sleep. I’m sure after today, I’m gonna be whisked away for God knows what for the wedding.”

“Y/N, you asked us before how long will this take, remember? And Sarge told you that it was a long game. You can’t have this attitude if you wanna take your father down.”

“I’m not—,”

“Yes, you are,” Jungkook rose from his seat. “This defeatist attitude. It’s getting annoying. It’s not going to help you last,” his eyebrows were furrowed and suddenly, he seemed bigger. “You want to see your father pay for his crimes? Then, do everything in your power to do it. Stop second guessing yourself, use your instincts, commit.”

You weren’t sure what to say but everything he said left an impact on you.

“I’m not mad,” he said after a while. “I’m just being direct.”

You nodded slowly. “No, it’s fine. I—I understand. I’ll do my best, really.”

Jungkook smoked again. “Okay. You can go now. Keep your necklace on.”

author’s note: hey guys. again, so sorry for deactivating all of a sudden. feel free to send me asks regarding pof and other things. see you in, hopefully, a next fic. thank you and much love, aika.

#yandere jungkook #jungkook x reader #jungkook fics #jungkook fanfic #jungkook au #yandere bts #yandere jeon jungkook #jeon jungkook #jungkook #price of freedom by aikastales #aikastales

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diejager · 2 months

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Poly Cod masterlist

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[dark, fluff, yandere, nsfw(*), angst, request]

[Task Force 141]

Sparrow masterlist | f,r Pairing: TF141 x fem!vampire!reader

Your call sign, Sparrow, make people underestimate you a lot, a small and quiet bird for a TF of beasts, but that’s where people make their first mistake when you’re the one to strike first.

Contacts | r,f Pairing: Monster 141 x reader

Apparently you wear contacts.

Turned | r Pairing: Monster 141 x monster!reader

Under the strong odour of rain and betrayal, they lost you and Alejandro to Graves’ Shadows. However, unlike Alejandro, Graves had darker plans than isolation.

Guess Who* | f Pairing: Poly TF141 x fem!reader

Soap doomed you when he asked if you’d know them from just their cock.

Chimaera | r Pairing: monster 141 x chimera!reader

Price wonders what they were sent to save.

Mistletoe | r,f Pairing: Poly TF141 x reader

All you want for Christmas in them

Affair* | r,f Pairing: TF141 x fem!reader

Your husband’s friend only wanted to help you.

[KorTac/Task Force 141]

Only Human(*) | f Pairing: Monster 141 + König & Horangi x reader

God - Laswell - blessed you with a strong, capable monsters.

Crow | f? Pairing: Monster 141 + König & Horangi x monster!reader

You’re normal, human-like and unassuming, but you sometimes seem inhuman. What are you?

OnlyFans* | f Pairing: cod men x fem!sex worker!reader

It was a stroke of luck that Soap found something so sweet and addictive as you, a little angel dressed in black lace and the prettiest pout with glossy lips.

Hybrid AUs* | d,r Pairing: various x hybrid!reader

Many | r Pairing: platonic monster 141 + König & Horangi x monster!reader

They know you’re a monster, there are many clues, but they didn’t know what you were.

Pyramid Head!reader | r,f Pairing: monster 141 + König & Horangi x male?reader

You were something else, built with corded muscles and broad shoulders, a rusted pyramid for a head and a heavy sword in hand.

Self-Harm scars | r,a? [TF141 + König]

[Various]

Eau De Vie | f,r Pairing: cod men x fem!reader

You’re appointed as the only judge to a whiskey competition.

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prismuffin · 1 year

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Masterlist:

Masterlist 2

Marvel:

Miles Morales x male!Reader: “You knew it was going to snow, right?” Miles Morales x gn!Reader: Protection / Confession Miles Morales x gn!ninja!Reader: "You're a nin-what?" Miles Morales x male!genius!Reader: Observant Miles Morales x fem!spider-woman!Reader: Coincidence Miles Morales x mute!male!Reader: Grateful

Peter B. Parker x male!detective!Reader: Distraction

Peter Parker (any Spider-Man) x male!spider-mutant!Reader: Love and Affection

mcu!Peter Parker x black!male!witch!Reader: Best One Yet

tasm!Peter Parker x touchy!gn!Reader: Physical tasm!Peter Parker x kryptonian!male!Reader: Jealousy, Jealousy

Scott Lang x male!Reader: "Out of Milk"

Steve Rogers x male!Reader: "Mine."

Steven Grant x trans!male!reader: Long Day Steven grant x asexual(spectrum)!gn!Reader: Normal

Yelena Belova x gn! Reader: “Dont fuck it up.” Yelena Belova x ftm!Reader: "You’re looking quite masculine tonight"

Stranger Things:

Nothing yet!

The Umbrella Academy:

Luther Hargreeves x male!himbo!Reader: Jacked Dumbasses [Headcanons]

Criminal Minds:

Nothing yet!

Hitman Trilogy:

yandere!Agent 47 x gn!Reader: Patience // Garden yandere!father!Agent 47 x gn!reader: Escapade

Lucas Grey x gn!Reader: "You..."

Mission: Impossible:

dad!Ethan Hunt x son!Reader: “Talk to Me.” Ethan Hunt x agent!male!Reader: Can't Lose You Ethan Hunt x male!Reader: Someone He Could Trust

FarCry 5:

Jacob Seed x gn!Reader: “Chapstick”

Valorant:

Nothing yet!

Detroit Become Human:

Connor (Rk800) x male!engineer!Reader: Overheated

Elijah Kamski Fluff/SFW Alphabet (gn!Reader)

Markus (dbh) x fem!human!Reader: A Helping Hand

Simon (dbh) x human!loving!gn!Reader: You are my sunshine Simon (dbh) x human!gn!Reader: Turning Blue

Our Life Beginnings & Always:

Nothing yet!

Error 143:

Nothing yet!

Sally Face:

Sal Fisher x male!reader who’s into witchcraft; Little Dark Age Sal Fisher x gn!reader; I'm Here

WatchDogs Trilogy:

Josh Sauchak Headcanons !! (gn!Reader)

Sitara Dhawan x mute!younger!sibling!reader: Simple Mistake

COD: Modern Warfare2:

Alejandro Vargas & Rodolfo Parra x trans!male!Reader: Deserving (smut included)

John Price x top!male!Reader: "PRICE?!" John Price x Simon 'Ghost' Riley (req drabble): Sleep

John "Soap" MacTavish x Sly!Flirty!Gn!Reader (headcanons)

Poly!GhostSoap x airhead!male!reader: Idiot Boyfriend

Poly!Alerudy treating male!reader like Morticia Addams

The MW2 boys reaction to you calling them pretty boy (gn!Reader)

The MW2 boys reacting to male!Reader dying on the field (alejandro, rodolfo, soap)

The Imperfects:

Nothing yet!

Encanto:

Nothing yet!

Girl From Nowhere:

Nothing yet!

Metal Lords:

Hunter Sylvester with a Stoner s/o (Headcanons)

Dc Universe:

Barry Allen with a male!forensic psychologist!Reader

Dick Grayson x jealous!male!reader

Hal Jordan (Green Lantern) x quiet!male!Reader: Discretion

John Constantine x black!male!Reader: Cuddle-Bug

Tim Drake (Robin) x affectionate!male!Reader: Loverboy Tim Drake x gn!crow-like!reader; Catch me if you can

Kid Flash x male!Reader: Joy Ride Kid Flash x male!Reader: Denial Kid flash and flash (seperate) with a rich!male!Reader (Kid Flash) Wally West x gn!alien!Reader: Scent

Superman x male!detective!reader: Intrigued

Young Justice Squad x fem!aroace!reader (soulmate AU); Cursed

Masterlist 2

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Back to directory;

#marvel #stranger things #the umbrella academy #criminal minds #hitman world of assassination #far cry 5 #Valorant #detroit become human #our life beginnings & always #Sally face #watchdogs #the imperfects #encanto #girl from nowhere #metal lords #dc universe #prismaster #prislist

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dalchiid · 8 months

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𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 49

A story of obsession, fear, and lust. You're a maid whose Masters forbid you in meeting their guests for the night but your luck runs dry when you run into them and catch the attention of Lord Hoseok himself. He's smitten from the beginning and thus, your fate has been decided.

Pairing: Yandere Vampire Hoseok x Fem/AFAB Reader

Word Count: 7,871

Warnings: 18+, Yandere, Obsession, Possessive, Angst, Fear, Blood, Biting, Dub-Con, Eventual smut

Will add or remove warnings based on what's in each chapter.

I do not condone the behavior being exhibited in my work. This is solely for entertainment purposes and I hope if any of you are ever in a situation like this that you have the chance and ability to run away from it. Take care out there.

DO NOT copy, edit, or repost my work anywhere.

Chapter 49 Warnings: Yandere, Possessive, Obsession

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When you least expect it you're surrounded by music equipment. From instruments to speakers and what Yoongi calls MIDI. That thing you remember Yoongi having in his room with all the square buttons is apparently called MIDI. He tells you this when you point it out and he says he just might get a new one. In actuality he was here because he wanted new speakers but he can't help but to splurge whenever he sees something new that catches his eye.

You're afraid to touch anything especially after seeing the price tags on most of these things. Not that you can't afford it but it physically hurts you to even think about spending your money on any of this. It's not a part of your interest anyway and you're glad it's not because the cheapest thing you saw so far costs $199.

Yoongi doesn't mind the prices though especially for a pair of speakers that he immediately went for the moment he saw them. You guess these are the ones he was looking for. They seem relatively small but when you look at the price your eyes nearly bulge out.

"1,699," you nearly yell in the shop.

Yoongi just hums as he turns it to check out the back.

It seems your voice caught the attention to one of the store owners because he comes by with a smile.

"Anything I can help you with?"

Yoongi turns his head to look at the man and nods. "Can I test these out?"

When the realization of who it is that's here touching his speakers hits the man's face breaks into a smile. "Ah, Lord Yoongi. Yes! Of course we can test these out."

He takes out his phone and disconnects it from the bluetooth system playing music throughout the store and connects them to the speakers before you. EDM starts rumbling through the speakers and the shop owner takes the time to explain what the features include.

"The NSS60 harnesses metamaterial absorption technology so it absorbs 99% of unwanted noise and produces a purer and more natural sound."

"I know." Yoongi says as he uses the small dial in the back to raise the volume.

You don't think he meant to be rude but it catches the store owner off guard. After listening to the music more he nods with an "Okay" forcing the other man to turn off the music.

"I'll take it."

You know he can afford it but hearing Yoongi say that makes you sweat a little. All those numbers on the price tag are staring back at you menacingly and it takes the store owner talking for you to look away.

"What color would you like?"

"Black." Without hesitation. "You can take it up front. There's still something else I want to look at."

The box filled with the speakers is taken away and you follow after Yoongi who was already making his way towards the section with the MIDIs.

He browses in silence touching everything with his eyes. He only brings his hand out to test the feel of the equipment and if he doesn't like the feel of it he jumps to the next best thing. There's an all black one that catches his attention and he reads what it comes with while you check out the price. It's $99 and you feel like it's the only relatively cheap item around here, but alas Yoongi ignores it for something else.

Eventually he doesn't find anything else that catches his attention though you know he would have liked to get a new MIDI.

"Sorry you didn't find one you like," you say.

He just shrugs as he heads towards the front. "It would have been nice but I was mostly here for the speakers."

He doesn't look the least bit disappointed. In fact there's something about him that makes you smile. There's more pep in his step as he hurriedly makes his way towards his awaiting speakers. He may not do it here in front of these strangers but you guess if you ask him about the new equipment he'll start talking his head off in excitement.

"All good?" The man up front asks.

Yoongi nods and pulls out his wallet in preparation to pay.

When the store owner rings up the final amount which includes tax your stomach swirls in discomfort. Having hobbies is expensive you surmise. Even more so when you make it into a job.

Yoongi is quick to grab the big box and he carries it without a problem out of the door you hold open for him. With one hand he quickly unlocks the car door and sets the box down next to Jimin's jewelry box.

You're standing next to your side of the car with your arms crossed looking at him and it's only when he shuts the door does he look at you.

"What," he asks.

Your smile grows and you try your best to contain it lest he thinks you're going crazy.

"What?" There's a bit of strain when he says that word again.

"Nothing you just seem happy is all."

His eyes shift from left to right as his cheeks grow rosy. Scratching the back of his head he clears his throat and moves around you to get to his side.

"Just get in the car."

You huff a laugh as you get in but you can see the smile on his lips as he opens his door.

You put on your seat belt as does he before starting the car. You don't know what else he has planned but you doubt it's anything to do with the outside anymore. You haven't forgotten the fact that he's a vampire and being out in the sun must be killing him. Not to mention Hoseok is waiting for you back home. Just the thought of that makes you frown but you know it's just something you have to deal with. At least for the time being.

"So," Yoongi starts. "When we get back - all that happened is that we went to the jeweler's and the music shop, yeah?"

"I know."

He hums and the sound is followed by a short pause.

"Thank you. Yoongi."

The vampire gives you a quick look then back. "Don't thank me just yet. The day you leave is when you can thank me."

You smile though it barely reaches your eyes. Then a thought hits you. "Will I be able to stay in contact with you?"

Yoongi's brows raise as he inhales deeply. You think he's going to say no but he surprises you.

"After you're treated you can text me. I want you to be able to tell me when you're finally clean."

You wish you didn't have to get clean but you're running out of options here. So you just nod and smile.

"Okay."

"Okay," he says.

The ride back to his home isn't long. You enjoy every minute of freedom with Yoongi until he brings the car around to reverse into the garage. If he noticed that you have grown quiet he doesn't say but you guess he must already know about how you're feeling right now.

You're looking out the window coming face to face with the familiar setting around you and there's not much you can do about it.

Yoongi turns off the car and sits still for a moment looking out his dashboard window. Nothing is said between you two until he sighs.

"Remember what I said."

"I know," you say.

You turn your head and look at him as he nods. You don't know if it was to you or himself.

You can't help but wonder if he's nervous about the whole deal. Just because he's helped someone before doesn't mean it gets any easier.

"Alright," he says. "Let's go."

The two of you leave the car and he has you hold on to Jimin's gift while he carries the box of speakers inside. You follow after him into the house and without a word he has you come up with him to his study. It's the first time you've been in here so when he has you open the door for him you can't help but to look around.

Much like his room, almost everything is black. You also note his desk is rigged up with equipment you saw back at the music shop. It looks far more like a studio than it does a study.

He sighs as he places the box down onto the couch pressed up against the wall. When he turns around he stretches out his hand for the jewelry box and you hand it to him.

"It's nice in here," you say.

Yoongi hums. "It's a bit of a mess but okay."

You huff a laugh. It really isn't a mess but he's adamant in saying it is. You'll let him have his win.

The smile you have on your face drops a little and it's here you know he can read your mood. He doesn't have to be Taehyung to know something is wrong with you.

"Make sure to text Minjeong if you don't hear from her by tomorrow night." The words come out in a hushed tone.

You nod your head. "I will."

He purses his lips before placing the jewelry box on his desk. "Let's get you to Hoseok. I'm sure he's on edge waiting for you."

The corner of your lip lifts up into a half smile that's directed at him and not the fact that his brother is indeed waiting on you.

He stretches out his hand to lead you out of the open door and down the hall to Hoseok's study. When you get there he knocks on the door twice but opens it without waiting for his brother to tell him to come in.

Hoseok is sat in his chair facing the door with a smile on his face. "You're back," he says and you swear you hear a sigh of relief come from him.

"I told you I would bring her back safe and sound."

Yoongi's words makes Hoseok's smile widen and he can't help but to chuckle.

"That you did." He stretches his arm out. "Come here, baby."

You give Yoongi a look - a small smile - before walking towards Hoseok. Once you're within his grasps he pulls you onto his lap and wraps his arms around your middle. Small kisses are made against your cheek then your neck and he stops when Yoongi talks to him.

"Traffic isn't that bad today so if you want to take her out do it before it hits."

"Will do." Hoseok replies.

Yoongi waves at you then bidding you goodbye but you know it's just for now so you wave back. He closes the door softly behind him leaving you to Hoseok who goes back to kissing your cheek.

"I missed you," he says.

You only hum in response because if you tell him the truth you know he'll make you regret it. That and you've decided to take things up a notch. You're going to lean into his touch more often and initiate whatever contact you can with him. You need Hoseok to lower his guard. All so he can trust you more - trust in leaving you alone more often. Until a solid plan is made between Minjeong and Yoongi then when he least expects it you'll be gone. So without hesitation you lean your head against his shoulder.

You know it catches him off guard because he stiffens but you know it's not out of discomfort. He's trying to gauge you and see what your intentions are. Hoseok isn't stupid. He knows you don't love him but you'll try and make him believe you're on your way there.

"You okay, my love," he asks.

You nod your head.

"Everything okay between you and Yoongi?"

You nod again. "I just," you pause. Play coy. "It's nothing."

Hoseok leans back in his chair with you still in his arms. His thumb brushes against your clothed hip but you feel it all the same.

"Tell me," he says. "I want no secrets between us. You know this."

You make a face he can't see but it's all acting. "Forget about it," you say as you lean straight up. "It's stupid and embarrassing."

Hoseok's grip on you tightens leaving you stuck on his lap. You're waiting for the right moment to say this.

"Y/N look at me."

You do so hesitantly and you see he has a small frown on his face.

"Let me in. Tell me. I'm sure it's neither of those things you said."

You sigh and look off towards the side. It takes you a second to respond but when you do you grumble the answer out fast.

"Imissedyou."

He grows quiet. You chance a look at his face and you see a look of surprise. Puppy dog eyes with slightly parted lips. He's clearly shocked by your answer.

You hate how he looks at you so you sigh as you try to stand up but he doesn't let you.

"You missed me," he asks. His words are soft almost as if he's afraid of scaring you off now that the words are out.

You have to remind yourself that you're doing this for yourself so you nod. What comes next is one of his hands leaving your middle to cup your face as he leans in to kiss your lips.

The kiss is soft - gentle as they mold together with your own. When he pulls back to look at you he smiles like a man in love.

"I missed you too."

And to make it all the more believable you smile though it barely reaches your eyes.

He goes to pat your leg with his hand that cupped your cheek and urges you to move off his lap.

"I can finish work another time. There's something I want to do with you."

Your brow raises in mild interest. "What is it?"

"The Fall festival. They started a little early this year and I've been eyeing it for a bit. Today the weather isn't too bad so I thought might as well."

Your brows draw together. "What's that about?"

He smiles. "It's a neat little event that takes place around this time of year every year. There's games we can play, things to see and buy if we want. We can paint our faces and even do some pumpkin carving. There's a lot to do is what I'm saying."

"Oh. That sounds nice."

Hoseok turns off his computer and stands up with a smile still on his face. "It is. Let me just go and grab my wallet from upstairs. Come with me. Tell me about what you and Yoongi did today."

You follow after him as he leaves the room and grab his hand when he offers it to you.

"Not much. We picked up Jimin's present and went to get Yoongi his new speakers."

"Yeah? You were out for a while so I thought you might have done something else."

You hum.

You can't let him know what else you did so you lie. "We were just enjoying the scenery. The leaves are changing colors."

"Ah," he says as you enter the bedroom where he lets your hand go. "The trees are really pretty this time of year so I get it. We can check that out more at the festival."

Once he has his wallet the two of you make your way down to grab his keys then out into the garage. From there he makes sure you both have everything before you head out.

On the road, Hoseok turns on the radio and searches for a station. It takes a minute until he finds one and has it play on low. It's just something to fill the air whenever you two stay quiet.

He stretches out his hand for you to grab and you take it. He brings yours up to his lips and kisses them softly.

"I think you'll love the festival," he says.

The only way this could be ruined for you is knowing you're going with Hoseok but you're not going to let that bother you. You can't let it bother you if you're trying to sweep him off his feet with your actions.

"I'm sure I will."

You catch him smiling.

"I've went once or twice before with my brothers. Taehyung loves it and so does Namjoon. Jungkook won't admit it but when we were making pottery he was really quiet and focused on what he was doing. Whenever he gives his all like that it's because he's enjoying himself."

"Oh." It's all you can say. Especially after he dropped Namjoon's name on you.

It seems like Hoseok isn't finished though because he hums before speaking.

"Can I ask you a question?"

You look at him then back towards the front. His hold on you is neither loose nor tight and he keeps a neutral look on his face. What did he want to know?

"Sure," you say.

"Why haven't you been wanting to hang out with Namjoon as of late?"

You stop breathing for a second with your heart skipping a beat. You lick your lips nervously but you try to remain calm to avoid Hoseok picking up on anything.

"I'm just asking," he says. "I don't mind having you with me it's just you normally would hang out with him than be with me."

And he's right but that's all changed. Being reminded as to why you're not with Namjoon anymore hurts. You don't have the urge to cry but what can you cry when at just the thought of him you feel empty?

"Y/N?"

Sighing you look off out your window as you try to come up with a reason. It takes you a second until you find one.

"I've just been wanting to be with you," you say. "It's been a while since I've had this... feeling of wanting to be with you."

The radio fills the silence that comes. You don't know if what you said was right? Would he believe you? You can barely believe yourself. You think you might have laid it on a little thick and now you're just waiting for him to tell you that he knows you're lying.

Hoseok lets go of your hand and you look at him to see he's pulling off towards the side of a curb. You look around thinking you might have arrived to the festival but you see nothing that would indicate that. Nothing and no one is here.

"Hoseok," you call to him.

"Stay here," he says.

Your brows draw together in confusion and you watch in horror when he gets out of the car and approaches another a few feet behind and punches the driver's side glass in.

"Hoseok," you yell. You get out of the car and run after him just as he rips a man out from the other car. "Hoseok what are you doing? Stop!"

He ignores you choosing instead to interrogate the man.

"Who sent you? Why were you following me?"

You freeze in your spot. This man was following you? Wait, what?

"He was following us," you ask.

Hoseok grits his teeth. "I noticed him from the moment we left home." He directs his words to the man now. "Tell me who sent you and I won't break your arm."

"I'm sorry!" The man says. "I'm sorry it was a mistake!"

"Wrong answer."

Hoseok turns the man around slamming him into the car and twists his arm behind him. The man screams in pain.

"Wait, wait, wait! Don't do it! I'll tell you!"

Hoseok doesn't let up on his hold but he refrains from breaking the other man's arm. You're still worried though despite now knowing he'd been following you.

"Tell me." Hoseok demands.

"It was your cousin who sent me. I'm sorry!"

His cousin? He didn't mean...

Releasing him, Hoseok stands back and sends a glower at the man.

"I'll let you go," he says. "But you better tell her to back off otherwise she'd be losing her other fang."

The man vehemently nods and bows at Hoseok's feet.

"I will! I swear I will."

A sharp tsk comes from Hoseok before he snarls.

It's hard to swallow especially when your stomach twists and turns in a nervous-induced pain. It takes you a second to move but when you do you grab Hoseok's arm and tug on him.

"Hoseok let's go. Please. Before anyone sees us."

It's at the feel of your touch does his expression lessen from pure anger into one of annoyance and it's directed at the man.

"Get up and go," he says. "Before I change my mind."

The man whose side of the face you notice has scratches no doubt from the glass that shattered nods again and hurriedly stands to jump in his running car and both you and Hoseok wait until he's gone.

Your grip on Hoseok's arm is strong and it's after a moment of heavy breathing does he calm down and looks at you.

"I told you to stay in the car."

"I was scared!"

"Still."

You shake his arm. "Hoseok you punched that guy's window in without telling me what was going on. How was I supposed to react?"

He has an unreadable expression on as you continue to go off.

"You can't expect me to sit back and act like nothing was happening." You grab his hand he used to punch the glass. "Your knuckles are bruised and bleeding! Hoseok-"

Your tirade is cut short when his lips press up against your own. You let go of his hand to grip his shirt with both hands and whimper at the amount of pressure he's applying to your lips.

Pulling back Hoseok releases a breath as you release a shaky one.

"You were worried about me," he asks.

It did sure seem like that. You were more worried about the man Hoseok was willing to hurt despite knowing now that he was following you. That aside you know Hoseok would have broken his arm. When he's angry he's capable of a lot of things, but you won't say any of that. Not if you want to keep the peace so you nod.

"Yeah," you say.

His expression softens even more into a delicate smile. You look into each other's eyes without anything to say before he pulls back a little to look down at his bruised knuckles. The wounds don't look as fresh and the bruises are starting to look green. He was healing.

"You don't have to worry about me," he says.

"But still... Don't do something like that again. Please?"

Hoseok looks at you and when he sees how adamant you are he sighs yet smiles.

"Anything for you."

You find yourself smiling back and realize that pretending to fall for him comes easier than expected.

With his healing hand he rests it over your shoulder to guide you back towards the car. Once inside you sigh and lean back in the seat.

"Everything good?" Hoseok asks.

To be honest no. The man who was following you said he was doing this for Hoseok's cousin. The only person you can think of is Jiyoo because Hoseok mentioned her losing her other fang if she didn't back off. It had to be her right?

"Y/N?"

You look at him and give him a weary smile. "It's just the guy. He mentioned your cousin. Does he mean...?"

Hoseok hums. "Yeah it's her. I don't have any other cousins but her."

You frown as he begins to drive. "Why would she send someone like that after us?"

He shrugs as he takes a turn. "To be honest she's probably still pissed after everything that happened. I'm surprised she didn't send someone in sooner."

"Does she normally do things like this?"

"To stalk us?" He shakes his head. "No. Never. If she wanted information she'll go in and get it herself so this is new."

You still have a frown on your face at the mention of this. Jiyoo sending someone to spy on you guys makes you feel sick. You don't know what she's after for her to do this you just know that you don't like it one bit.

"Should we warn your brothers?"

Hoseok hums. "I will but let's have some fun first. I don't want this to ruin our time together. If anything, they're just as observant as me so if there is someone around they'll notice it."

You don't say anything as he drives a few minutes more before pulling up into a parking spot. In the distance you see people. They're everywhere and they seem to be in good spirits.

"Ready?" Hoseok asks.

You nod with a hum.

"I'm sure you'll like it so come on. Let's go."

After turning off the car he steps out with you in tow. When you meet in front of the car he grabs your hand and leads you towards the people who are going back and forth enjoying their time. Their chatter grows louder the closer you get and there's even music playing throughout the area. You don't know what to look at first so your attention flip flops between anything and everything.

Hoseok leads you on taking you to wherever his heart desires. When you notice where he's taking you your brows perk up. There are a bunch of straw bales stacked on top of each other so high you can't see where the end is. It's reminiscent of the maze back at Hoseok's and when you check the sign next to it it says 'Welcome to the Straw Bale Maze.'

"Let's go." Hoseok says with a smile. "Let's see what's at the end of this."

He drags you along until it's just the two of you together. You can hear the squealing of children as they make their way through in the distance no doubt with their parents laughing.

"To be honest," you say. "I can barely remember how to get through the maze back at yours so I doubt I'll be able to lead us out of this one."

Hoseok laughs. "Don't worry. They always switch up the maze every year so this is new to me too."

He laces your fingers together and pulls you along into walls and walls of the maze. There were times where you were making progress and other times where you couldn't help but laugh along with Hoseok as you would come to a dead end. He'd tell you that it was okay and push on until you two reached the very end where there was a grand tree that stood up tall with beautiful orange, yellow, and red leaves. Many were on the floor already scattered about and people were taking pictures beneath the tree.

You were watching a family of four posing for pictures. They would do a different face or stand in a different position than they were before until five shots later they were called over by a man in a booth. He shows them on a screen their pictures and at a nod of approval they wait until their pictures are printed out on a little strip and given to them. One for each parent.

"Come on." Hoseok says. "It's our turn."

You walk up to the tree and stand in front of it confused at what to do. Hoseok stands behind you and wraps his arms around your middle and kisses the side of your head.

"A cute couple." The man in the booth says. "Show us how cute you can get!"

"Smile." Hoseok whispers and when you do a picture is taken.

For the next pose Hoseok comes around and has you step directly in front of him - your sides facing the man. He presses his forehead against your own and you close your eyes just as he does. At the sound of the click you open your eyes and before you had a chance to properly react Hoseok kisses you. Another click. But he doesn't let up. This time he rests his hand behind your neck and leans in until your back is arched and a hand is placed there as well. You're expecting him to deepen the kiss and so you part your lips the slightest bit but the high never comes becomes he pulls back after another click.

You're a little disappointed but you try to not let it show. Of course he couldn't give you what you wanted in front of all these people. You begrudgingly accept it and you have to remind yourself that you're doing this for yourself. You're playing along with him so that when the time is right you can leave without him on your back so you do what he does and laugh like two people disgustingly in love. Click.

"Alright!" The man says. "Let's see what we got here."

Hoseok lets go of you and urges you forward with him. When you reach the booth you see the monitor and you see through the eyes of another how you and Hoseok look. You can't deny it. Hoseok is handsome. Heartbreakingly so. You never considered yourself to be ugly but standing next to him you can't help but wonder for a moment what he sees in you. The man claims you both look cute but you also wonder if he's just saying that because it's his Lord whose pictures he was taking. Either way, you say nothing as two strips of pictures are printed out like a film and handed to you both.

"Enjoy the rest of your time here." The man says and you nod at him as Hoseok smiles.

He stares at the picture lovingly before handing it to you. "Put it in your purse. I don't want to ruin it by folding it."

You take it and along with yours you place it into your bag you had with you since you went out with Yoongi. Afterwards, he grabs your hand and leads you towards the exit on the side but before you leave a young woman at the fence pulls off the tray two apples covered in peanuts and a thick brown glaze that holds them together.

"Here you go," she chirps. "Enjoy the rest of your day."

The two of you grab your respective ones and leave to join the crowd again.

"What is this," you ask.

Hoseok raises a brow at this and you're about to remind him about your sheltered former life but he just smiles.

"Candy apples. They're apples covered in caramel and peanuts. It's really good."

You give yours a sniff and you can smell how sweet it is. With a tentative bite you give it a taste before your eyes widen in surprise.

"Do you like it?"

You nod your head after having another bite. Hoseok laughs before having a bite of his own as he continues leading you to another place.

You enjoy the burst of flavor. The combination of the sweet apple and caramel with the slight salty taste of the peanuts. Neither of the three flavors are too overpowering and you find your finishing yours before Hoseok finishes his own.

When you're done you toss your sticks into a bin and head off in the direction Hoseok takes you.

The next place he takes you is to a fire pit where people are making s'mores. He asks you if you ever had it before but he isn't surprised when you say no. He explains what it consist of and so when you have it you enjoy it to the fullest.

Hoseok is taking you to enjoy many firsts. From foods, drinks, playing games like roll the pumpkin, toss the corn. He encourages you to bob for apples but you refuse. Especially since he took you to get your face painted.

The majority of people who have their face painted are children but he was adamant that you do it. To heal your inner child he said even though you don't mind the fact that you've never done these things before as a kid. The artist did a great job though and Hoseok insisted on taking a picture of the both of you to keep as memories.

To be honest, you were enjoying yourself. Even when it came to dancing. You told Hoseok no that you would not dance with him but he persuaded you. He said you didn't have to actually know how to dance. Swaying side to side was good enough so that's what you did. You swayed side to side to the soft music along with many others. Most being couples. If you noticed people had their eyes on you you didn't say. You were too busy having your eyes closed as he had his with your head resting on his chest. You could hear the faint sound of his heart beat and along with the music it lulled you into a sense of security. One you never thought you would have with Jung Hoseok himself. It's the giddiness after doing so many fun things you told yourself. Pretending to love Hoseok isn't hard but you do have to admit that you were having fun.

When the music comes to an end and something more upbeat starts you open your eyes and pull away from him. He lets you as he looks down at you and smiles.

"See," he says. "It wasn't that bad."

You give a small smile.

He takes you by the hand and walks through the crowd that formed when they noticed it was Lord Hoseok with his lovely lady. Neither of you two acknowledge it. Instead he takes you far away towards an area with round tables and chairs around them. You read the sign and see that it says 'Pumpkin Carving' and you see a little image of a jack-o-lantern staring back at you. Now this you really wanted to do. Maybe Hoseok is right about wanting to heal your inner child because this caught your attention the moment you saw it.

Hoseok pulls you along with him as you come to a barn like building that houses pumpkins upon pumpkins. Two women man the station and accept payment for the pumpkins that are chosen. Hoseok does the same and you don't miss the way the women stare at him with something in their eyes, but you know he wouldn't pay them any mind so long as he considered you the love of his life.

"Come on," he says. "Let's choose our pumpkins."

You walk into the barn and search the area for a pumpkin that catches your attention. You don't want anything too big nor too small so when you find the one you want you're quick to take it. Hoseok chooses one that's slightly bigger than yours and before coming to a table he digs out of the bucket near the front carving knives as well as a marker and rubbing alcohol and a cloth from right next to it.

Your pumpkins land with a light thud on the table you choose before you look at everyone else who's doing this. You see the way they draw on the pumpkin with a marker and from there, with the carving knives, they cut their way through. The alcohol and cloth you see is to rub away any marks left behind from the marker that were not cut away.

"You have an idea of what you want to make?" Hoseok asks.

"Honestly no. I've never done this before so doing the basic sounds good enough to me."

He smiles. "Basic is always a good choice."

You watch as he draws the face he wants before handing off the marker to you. You mimic him and choose something simple. Something you've seen in movies and TV shows. When it comes time for carving you realize what a chore it is. Cutting off the top to gut the pumpkin and leaving it bare alone is work in of itself. Hoseok is about to ask you if you've ever had roasted pumpkin seeds but stops himself. When you ask him what's up he tells you and you admit that you actually have. He's happy to know this and brings up how he'll make sure to tell the servants to have some made sometime this season.

Your hands feel gross covered in the pumpkin innards but you wipe them on the cloth once you're done. It's here now that both you and Hoseok start to cut away at the shapes you drew. It's almost a cathartic feeling. You don't know how to explain it but it just feels that way to you.

Spending time like this with Hoseok is different but nice. He sees it as doing something nice with his partner while you see it as doing something fun for yourself. Though you know you wouldn't be here right now if it weren't because of him. An annoying reminder. But there wasn't any time for those thoughts. Remember: you're supposed to pretend to fall in love with him.

With every slice and pull your jack-o-lantern is coming together. Your lines aren't the straightest but you can easily tell what it is. Hoseok's skilled hand though, as he's done this before, easily makes it come to life. When the two of you are done you sit down on the chair and stare at your pumpkin with a smile.

"You like it?"

You look up at Hoseok and nod with that same smile on your face. "It was fun."

A heart shaped smile takes over his lips as he readies the cloth and alcohol.

He wipes away the black lines left behind from what he drew and takes the time to do the same with your pumpkin. You look at him as he does this and for a moment you feel sad. Sad because now more than ever Hoseok looks like any other person just trying to do their best. A date wanting to impress. A man with emotions that claims that he cares. But that's all been ruined a long time ago. It hasn't really been that long since you've been with him but it feels like it. Every single day you've spent with him since the moment you two first met. It feels like forever ago and along with that forever comes disdain to overshadow everything. It's sad really but you can't make this better with him. Not even if you tried to actually fall in love with him. That ship has sailed a long time ago.

"There." Hoseok says.

He draws you out of your thoughts and you see that both yours and his pumpkins look clean. They smile at you and you smile back.

"We can put these in the car now and come back to do other things if you want."

You look around you to see what else you would like to do but you are hit with a chill. You have long sleeves on but nothing else to cover up with. It's starting to get dark you note and along with that comes chilly nights. It felt good out when the sun was at its highest but now not so much.

Your eyes draw over to a booth that sells funnel cakes. It's caught your attention before back when you had your face painted. So you point it out.

"How about we put the pumpkins away then we come back for that?"

You hum. "Okay."

"Okay," he says with a smile.

The two of you carry your freshly carved pumpkins back to the car. There are more cars in the lot than there were earlier and that's saying something because this place was already packed as is. Another chill hits you and you tremble a little. Your bones feel like they're trying to rattle and you have to clear your throat a little to try and pretend like the chilly night isn't bothering you. Hoseok does catch on to it though because he asks if you're okay and you shrug.

"Just a little chilly tonight but I'm fine."

His brows draw together. "Are you sure? We can leave now if you want."

"But what about the funnel cake?"

You both reach the car where you stand close to him as he unlocks it. He places both yours and his pumpkins in the back seat before closing the door. After his hands are free he turns to you and hugs you close to him.

"I don't want you to feel uncomfortable though." He kisses your forehead. "How about this: you stay in the car and I'll go get the funnel cake. Does that sound good?"

There wasn't much else you wanted to do besides get that so you nod your head.

"Good," he says. "Hop in the car then. I'll be right back."

"Wait."

He stops what he's doing and you know you're going to be laying it on thick here but you stand on your tiptoes and kiss his lips. It doesn't last for too long but it still snatches both of your breaths away. His eyes look heavy with affection and you think you see a hint of lust.

"Don't take too long, okay?"

He bites his lip to try and contain his smile. "Okay."

You let him go to hop into the car. His eyes follow after you and it's when you're safe inside does he lock the doors and heads off to get you your funnel cake.

When he's a reasonable distance away you sigh. When you get the go from Minjeong on where you'll be staying you'll finally be at peace. Even more so when you're actually gone from this stupid place.

You tongue your cheek as you look at everyone in the distance. They're so happy and unsuspecting. The devil makes his way through them and they haven't got a clue to who he really is. It's sickening really but you have to get it together. If you want to make it out you just have to.

You know what's to follow when you get back home. You'll be glued to his side and he'll more than likely want to see how far your "affection" goes. This is as new to him as it is to you. Sex and all of that is nothing new but coming from a participant who would normally fight back and now they aren't? Because they are possibly falling in love? Finally? Yeah he's going to want to explore more of this. You're not a great actress but you figure in his blind love for you that he'll overlook that. You just have to learn not to push it too much otherwise you'll look suspicious. For every step you take and every action you make you have to learn to take it easy. Take it slow because it's not like you fell for him overnight. No, it has to be like you're starting to feel something and you're slowly expressing that to him. Act self-concious over your feelings and show that to him. Maybe then he'll believe you.

You hope this plan works as best as the next. There's not much else you can figure out to do on your end besides stay quiet about everything, but you have to help in some way. You've already given up your body to Hoseok though that's a long story. What's to say you can't give it up completely? Willingly. At least for now.

You see Hoseok making his way back to the car with a plate of funnel cake with him. He looks so unsuspecting but you can't bring yourself to feel bad. Not entirely at least.

He unlocks the car and hops in, turning it on to warm things up a little before handing you the plate. You can smell the treat and take a piece off so you can taste it. You make a sound of approval making Hoseok smile.

"It's good, right?"

"Mhmm. I don't know what I expected but I like it."

He reaches over to grab a piece for himself.

You hum. "You ruined me, you know."

Hoseok looks at you with brows drawn together. "What?"

Licking your lips you swallow the food in your mouth. "I'm going to want this all the time now."

At the realization of what you meant he breaks into a smile and giggles.

"Anything for you, my love. You ask for it and I'll provide."

"Do you know how to cook," you ask.

He nods. "I do actually. Despite having servants my mother wanted to teach me. She said if for whatever reason I need to eat and no one is available then I can take care of myself." He shrugs. "Just one of many things she taught me."

"That's nice."

"Do you know how to cook?"

"I do but I never did it much. My expertise was in cleaning and taking care of the garden so despite being taught how to I never really cooked."

Hoseok leans back a bit to look at you but he does so with a small smile. "Well I can always cook for you. For us. I don't mind."

You smile back at him though it's a little awkward.

He continues to stare and lets you finish off the funnel cake. You offered it to him but he said no. That he was fine. The staring is unnerving though and so when you shift your eyes towards him you give a look of discomfort.

"Are you going to keep staring at me?"

Hoseok chuckles. "Sorry it's just... Nevermind."

You bring the plate down to your lap and frown. "Tell me."

He shakes his head. "It's nothing major. It's just that you look beautiful and I wonder how I got so lucky in having you to myself."

There he goes. Saying sweet nothings you can't relate to. But you push that aside. You have a role to play.

You look off towards the side bashful and mumble "I could say the same thing."

He heard it and you imagine it makes his heart flutter because his hand comes up to the back of your neck and he pulls you in for a kiss.

You're careful to not let the crumbs on the plate fall over onto the floor but you reciprocate the kiss. Your lips slotting perfectly with each other. You want to deepen it but Hoseok pulls back leaving you disappointed once again today because it's like he's dangling the high above your head.

He smiles at you. "You taste like funnel cake."

You laugh. "Yeah I wonder why."

He chuckles and leans back to extend his hand towards you. "You done?"

You hum in agreement and watch as he grabs the empty plate and leaves to toss it out.

You relax your shoulders. You don't know when you grew so tense but you have to change that. The idea of that makes you sigh.

You started this, you think. Might as well see it to the end.

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nina-renmen · 2 months

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I really like your Yandere team 141. Would it be too much to ask for headcannons of what type of Yandere Simon, Price, Soap and Alejandro would be? (separate) And how they would react to the reader reciprocating their feelings?

That’s not too much at all! I hope this is what you’re looking for.

The Stalker:

•Ghost likes to lay low when it comes to these types of things.

•You definitely wouldn’t see it coming, especially if you don’t pick up signals easily.

•Ghost is the type of Yandere to rummage through your belongings while you’re out and about. He wants to get to know you without directly asking.

•If you were to subtly flirt with him or show any kind of interest in him your chances of getting kidnapped have drastically decreased.

•If ghost was drunk enough he would confess. That being said, I think he has a high tolerance for alcohol. It’ll take him a while to actually get drunk enough to tell you.

•On the event that he does somehow confess his feelings, don’t expect it to be a big thing. He might just look at you and say something along the lines of “Let me take you out to dinner.”

•If you agree to be his without any pushback then great! You now have an overprotective guard dog that will scare off any man that tries to approach you. •Ghost dosn’t like to share, he’ll keep tabs on you with the help of soap or implanting trackers on your phone. He tells himself it’s for your safety but in reality he wants to know where you are at all times.

The clingy/touchy one:

•Soap likes to have his hands on you at all times.

•It dosn’t necessarily have to be sexual. Sometimes he’ll wrap an arm around you or place his hand on the small of your back. •He’s the type to get annoyed if you don’t pay him any attention. He’ll hide your phone from you so you have to come to him for help. •If you reject his advances towards you he’ll disappear for a while and make you drop your guard. When you’re finally settled his appear in the middle of the night and forcefully take you away. •But that scenario is for another time.

•Johnny is the type to buy you flowers, a stuffed animal (that has a camera in it) and chocolates before he asks you out. He’s visibly nervous when he hands you the ‘offerings’ and confesses his feelings to you. •If you accept his shoulder visibly loosen. A stupid grin will cross his face and for the rest of that night he’ll subtly touch you. Maybe he brushes past you and places his hands on your hips to get by. Or he’ll place a hand on your shoulder or thigh.

•Soap is a little more lenient than ghost when it comes to you going out without him. He won’t involve Ghost unless you’ve run away. He’ll probably install a tracker on your phone and send you on your way.

The gift giver:

•This one isn’t as sweet as it sounds

•Price likes to woo you with little gifts and trinkets. He’s the type to implant trackers and cameras into gifts like stuff animals or jewelry. He’ll even get you a phone that he secretly has access to.

•Price can be a bit manipulative at times. Especially if you have daddy issues. •Before he confessed to you Price was the first person to tell you that your new boy toy isn’t good for you. Price will dig up dirt on your recent date and completely trash your perception on them. Afterwards he’ll give you a gift to ‘make you feel better.’

•It you reciprocate his feelings Price is a bit taken by surprise. He had all of the necessities to kidnap you in his car. He was ready to take you by force, and he was expecting to. •With price, he’s the type to give you items that symbolize that you’re taken. For example a necklace that has a locket with his initials on it. Or a ring.

•Price wants you taken care of. Literally and figuratively. Do you want to go shopping? No worries he’ll give you his card. Are you sad that your friends ditched you? No worries, the next day their faces are in the news as ‘missing’. Are you hungry and don’t have the energy to cook? Lay down, he’ll run you a bath and order take out.

•It’s an absolute dream to be with price willingly and be naive to what he’s doing around you. But if you find out about his doings and don’t respond in the way he likes he’ll just have to resort back to plan A.

The manipulator:

• Alejandro can be sneaky sometimes

•He’s usually somewhat similar to price. Whatever you want he’ll buy for you.

•But on the off chance one of your friends notices the way he’s unhealthily protective of you or making you miss out on friendly gatherings this man will gaslight you

• If you go up to him complaining about his over protectiveness he’ll just blow you off

•”You know I’m doing this for you right?”

•After an argument that may or may not leave you in tears he’ll always say ‘I love you’. Not as a gesture to show how much he really love you. But as a manipulation tactic.

•If your gullible or naive you might have a tough time getting away from him

•Especially since he has his men stalk look after you when he can’t be there.

•If you reciprocate his feelings it’ll still be a toxic relationship

•He has more control over you now. He’ll slowly make you disconnect with family and friends so your life only revolves around your relationship with him

•If you notice early on you might be able to get out of it with the help of someone from the 141 team. But that’ll just land you in their arms instead

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butterbabyflapjack · 2 years

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༄ Gold Gilded Leash

Derek Goffard (The Price of Flesh) x fem!reader

DISCONTINUED.

You really should have killed him when you had the chance.

Once upon a time, there lived an unfortunate woman minding her own business, struggling just to get by. Until one lovely, fateful day, when she just so happened to be at the very wrong place at the very wrong time.

Knocked unconscious. Kidnapped. Auctioned off as property. An item for one lucky bidder to do with whatever they pleased. And her life which was stolen, was traded - for some undisclosed yet assuredly exorbitant price - to one flaxen-haired, gold-blooded monster who paid the top of daddy’s dollars to hunt her down.

It’s funny, looking back.

Right?

It’s funny?

What you’ve been reduced to?

And you thought you had it bad back then.

Tumblr chapter directory: one • two • coming soon...

ao3

Derek belongs to @gatobob

Warning tags: explicit sexual content, forced oral sex, Derek owns you, graphic depictions of violence, obsession, wrath, punishment, yandere, rape/noncon, highly dubious consent, variations of noncon to con, forced orgasm, orgasm denial, kidnapping, escape attempts, bondage, exhibitionism, voyeurism, knifeplay, bloodplay, rough sex, possessive sex, death threats, dead dove: do not eat, sadism, masochism, breathplay, choking, warning: Derek (the price of flesh), Derek might lend you to others, others might steal you for some fun, additional tags to be added as this debauchery continues

CHAPTER ONE: Gold Blooded...

Author's Note: I fully intend to slander this man whilst also paying homage to my inexplicable love for him.

I’m planning on bringing Derek’s brother into this, “Matt” - whom I’m assuming is actually named Matthew, and since I've yet to see his personality fully established I’ll be taking some liberties to make his and Derek’s relationship super toxic and competitive. As for exactly how he’ll behave in this story, what makes him tick, etc. etc… I guess you’ll have to wait and find out~

Please heed the evolving warning tags.

This is to kick things off for a TPOF discord prompt, which is to honor my favorite ending in the game. This is actually my second fav, because my actual fav is perfect just the way it is, I have nothing to add.

Well, actually…

Well shit okay maybe now I’ll have to write about that too.

- ANYWAY -

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You don’t remember what happened prior. How you were knocked unconscious, how you were bound and stolen and dragged.

All you remember after the throbbing darkness was that room.

It all started in that dim, octagonal room.

Three windows, each tinted black.

You could barely see the hint of an eldritch glow behind each pane of darkened glass, flicking into life whenever each of its occupants’ voices scratched out from an accompanying speaker overhead; each unseen room beyond pulsing on and off with a different color each time its tenant chose to speak.

Blue. Green.

Red.

“Oh ho~ This is an interesting one!” the cheerful voice of the unseen announcer observed, readying to spout off another question. A list of strange and degrading inquiries you’d already stumbled through a number of, designed - by all appearances - to ‘whet the appetites’ of whomever ended up paying to take a bite. “Are you a virgin?”

You’d been recoiling in on yourself ever since you woke up in this sterile, suffocating place, more and more with every new question asked. But this one really took the cake on the whole ‘what the fuck is happening!?’ scale, taking your thudding heart-rate up a notch with it.

You didn’t want to answer. You don’t know why you did. Maybe because you saw no point in lying? Confused alarum has a way of making it hard to think.

“I…” swallowing against the dryness of your throat, your nervous eyes tore about the room, flicking from one silent, dark window to the next, “...yes.”

A pause, as your answer was digested by those who sought to purchase.

Crimson light glowed into life behind the red window, and with it the sharp, masculine voice of its bidder.

“220.”

Soft blue light flicked behind the darkened room adjacent, with a woman’s voice scoffing through the speaker above the glass.

“Ugh,” she loured, sounding to suppress an eyeroll. “You’re disgusting.”

The red bidder’s wrath was immediate, barked from his speaker, lashing at the walls. “Shove a sock in it bitch!”

“230,” the woman smoothly returned. “You wouldn’t even know what to do with her.”

“If you don’t shut the fuck up I’ll show you first hand! 240!”

You heard the announcer chuckling softly, his amusement somewhat smoothing the tension that was swiftly rising in the room.

“Let’s save our passion for the main event, shall we?" he asked. "And speaking of which… we’ve only one question left for our lovely, special item!” His pause extended only for the length of his unseen smile, as his attention was undeniably redirected from his potential customers to you. “Final question. Who would you like to go home with, sweetheart?”

You stared, nonplussed, from darkened room to darkened room. Staring, as they all stared back. Your fingers curling and uncurling nervously at your sides, scraping at the outsides of your thighs. Your terrified expression barely mirrored back to you upon each hushed plane of glass.

You were alone in standing there, at the center of the octagon, and yet you could feel every pair of eyes watching you. Every person in that room. Waiting. Watching.

You didn't know what to do, hadn't known ever since awakening there. Did it even matter what you said? What you’d been saying? Was there even close to a right answer to anything that would result in your being bought and sold like cattle?

You hadn’t yet determined the answer, if there even was one, when your finger was already tremulously pointing at the room of the current highest bidder; the cocky man in red.

You could still barely comprehend what had happened to you, for you to be standing where you were now; could barely wrap your mind around what was going to happen as a result. But if that man was going to buy you anyway, you might as well try and get on his good side first. You didn’t know what he wanted, but your mind was spinning with horrible, dark ideas.

In truth, he was the last person you wanted to go home with. He seemed impatient, volatile, easily tempted to violence. But you could feel his interest already in your bones. Could feel his eyes scraping over you. The obscured intensity of his presence wrapping fingers round your heart.

Some part of you already knew he wasn’t going to leave this place without you in his pocket. And the smirk in his red-velvet musing seemed to seal the suspicion as truth.

“Ohhhh~?”

The subdued delight which curled his voice bent all your fear in wrong directions.

You were too terrified to hear the bids and bickering which followed. It didn’t matter. In your mind, he’d already won.

“Sold!”

You were knocked unconscious again shortly after that – a sharp jab felt in your ankle that had you seeing double, and once again your world was whisked to darkness.

The next thing you saw was a handsome, chiseled face smirking lightly down at you. Something gritty, like sand, blazing at your back, sticking to your skin. The jewel of a blinding desert sun a halo behind the devilish grin towering over you, his teeth impossibly white against his tanned skin.

Messy blonde hair. Jacket undone. Kohl smeared haphazardly beneath his lower lashes.

He looked excited to see you.

“Wakey wakey…!”

His turquoise eyes edged with harsh amusement at whatever foggy, coming-to expression you barely managed to scrounge together for him – only for your face to twist with pain as he sunk into a crouch, grabbing a rough fistful of your hair, jerking your head up and off the ground enough for you to get a shaky look at your surroundings.

Men in masks, standing in a lazy half-circle in front of you, some holding weapons. You, in nothing but your underwear. And a few more like you – stripped, bound, strewn in the sand, staring about themselves in absolute terror.

Your swift rise in trepidation joined the savage tide of theirs.

“You’re up just in time for the fun~”

Everything that happened next tore past you in a grisly, red-hewn blur. The unfortunate woman bound right beside you, half-crumpled in the sand, singled out by those who brought you there. "First blood," a behemoth man in a lizard mask called it. "It really sets the mood for the rest of them." She was dragged forth by one of her wrenched-back arms as she sobbed and cried and pleaded with them to stop, begging with them not to hurt her.

You saw them crowding around her, the man who bought you angling his knife at her throat.

"Keep begging..."

A man masquerading as a silver jackal stabbed a switchblade in one of her thighs, and her begging seized, clawing out shrilly. Blood in the sand, soaking through with sun-warmed crimson.

You couldn't watch any longer, your stomach twisting so tight it was a wonder you didn't actually throw up. But even with your shaking, with your teary eyes cinched closed, you could still hear them. You could hear everything. How her sobs devolved to senseless, wordless begging. Her screams. The congress of increasingly frenzied breaths and hyenic laughter. The moment mercy at last made her silent.

You were taken to a ledge of cruelty, tossed into its toothy void before you could even process what was happening.

And then those ropes which bound you were sliced through.

You were released, along with those still alive beside you. With nowhere to go but further into the endless, blistering desert sea.

You didn't ask questions. You couldn't even if you'd wanted to.

You struggled off the sand, legs shaking beneath your awkward weight as you made to run - but not before the man who brought you there caught your gaze with a cerulean, soul-piercing smirk.

“Don’t let me find you, rabbit,” he said, seemingly amused, though there was nothing beyond terror about that moment. He seemed to be envisioning something as he eyed you. Something hidden in the shroud of his thoughts. “I’m still hungry.”

His laughter bit at your heels as you stumbled, as you turned, as you ran as far as you could away from him.

Days passed. Sun-drunk days filled with colorful arrays of atrocities you'd rather not recall.

You no longer had the strength to run. You were stumbling blindly, then; skin ragged from the continual beating of the desert heat, with never a cloud to spare you. Your eyes dry, not a tear left to them. Your lips sand-bitten and scorched from lack of water. The constant threat of what might happen to you, of what had happened to everyone else... the constant barrage of adrenaline forcing you, always, toward fight or flight, filling up and shredding through your veins…

It was more than enough to strip your sanity. To leave it hanging by tatters that continually splintered and tore away.

There wasn’t much left. Sanity. Time.

If one of those psychos didn’t kill you first, the heat or lack of water would.

You were going to die out there.

And that’s when he found you.

Again.

'Derek', if that was even his real name. Only, this time…

This time, despite it all, despite everything…

You were a little more prepared.

You’d sunk the dagger in his gut before he really had a chance to stop you. It’s not like he suspected that you’d somehow, miraculously, obtain any kind of weapon out here in the middle of fucking hell.

You’d stumbled back from his complete and utter shock upon sighting the hilt sticking out from beneath his ribs, but not before yanking the knife back out again, unwilling to leave yourself without it. Nearly tripping over yourself with how you couldn’t drag your eyes away from him, his pained gasp and angry breathing filling your ears. From how he uselessly clawed at his freely bleeding wound. The wound you'd just gifted him.

You’d stabbed him. You really did it. And yet, beyond his outrage, his profound disbelief, he was soon to find his usual smirk. Was smirking even then. Gaze half-lidded with the pain, his eyes such a dangerous cut of gemstone that you couldn’t escape them. Held, hunted, snared.

His wrath, his every gritted tremor as he grimaced through the agony, made his eyes glint that much more harshly as they bore like spearheads into yours.

“Oh, rabbit… ” he’d rasply mused, one corner of his lips curling as he watched your faltered steps. “You’d better fucking kill me.”

You couldn’t move. Couldn’t blink. The cogs in your mind unturning.

Something in you balked. Panicked. A spark of fright that made you act without thinking.

You'd turned.

You ran.

You'd left him there, hearing him collapse to his knees behind you. Hoping his wound would end him with every beat of you sprinting across the sand, with every painful heave of your lungs. Praying he'd continue to bleed, that the desert would take what you couldn’t.

You really should have killed him.

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Author's Note: If I didn’t pick a theme song for every chapter I’d die

derek goffard , bastard playlist (full disclosure some of these are pure Derek slander because it makes me laugh to think about him singing Money by Cardi b) (also there are not one but ~two~ songs named ‘tantrum’. For reasons.)

#derek goffard #matt goffard #the price of flesh #fanfiction #my fanfic #derek tpof #dead dove : do not eat #derek goffard x you #derek goffard x reader #tpof #tpof derek

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diejager · 6 months

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Lt. Simon “Ghost” Riley

Your consumption of media is your responsibility and yours alone.

Nav | CoD

[dark, fluff, yandere, nsfw(*), angst, request]

Phantom Frost Line* |

Price announced that a new Sergeant - Sergeant Winter - would be joining their Task Force. You’re a new face, unknown to Ghost and he isn’t too keen about the news; you’re too nice, soft and innocent, you’re too normal to be trustworthy. If he can’t find faults in your character, he’ll find some in your skills, specializations, anything until he’s prouvent wrong, and you safe for his "family".

Big Brother (*) | r

You're - (Name) Riley - his top priority, his baby sister.

Your Number’s Up (*) | d

Pairing: Ghoap x Ghostface!reader

Johnny’s caught the attention of more than his Lieutenant.

Childhood Friend | f,d,y,r

You know him as well as he knows you - or so you thought.

A Fantasy* | d,y,r,a Choice

The portal malfunctioned and you were sent elsewhere - in another universe.

Failed Escape* | d,y,r

In moments of fear-inducing adrenaline and hope, you’re driven to escape your captor, but all of your efforts are thwarted in the end and he isn’t as forgiving as he says he is.

Halloween Party* | d

Pairing: cannibal!Ghoap x fem!reader

You follow two men into their car and bed with the promise of a good time.

Surprise Visit* | r,d Pairing: stalker!Ghost x reader

You know these streets like the back of your palm, yet you’ve never once caught the man in black with a staring problem.

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persesphonestears · 1 year

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About me, Rules, Guidelines

SUBMISSIONS/REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!

About me ig:

Names I'm comfortable with people using- Percy, Perc(Purse), Persephone

⎈ Masculine Agender ⎈ It/It's Neo/Xneo pronouns (Will be blocked if she/fem pronouns used.) ⎈ Mixed - Indian and White(Australian) ⎈ 20 ⎈ Androsexual ⎈ I suffer with multiple mental health issues and disabilities - that being said, any talk of topics like them being ablest or talk of them from someone without them will be blocked. ⎈

@/persephone-reblogs is going to be my reblog account because I got a request asking for my blog to just be my posts which I agree makes it easier!!

Blank blogs (No reblogs, No posts, No pfp, No bio) will be blocked for the assumption of them being bots.

Do not spam like my work please, I appreciate people liking my work but spam liking my things doesn't help me reach anyone.

If you do wish to like my posts please at least reblog them, If you like and don't reblog I won't block you unless you've done it before and more then once already.

I will gladly take requests from people unless said otherwise or if they are closed. Though if you have never interacted with my account I will not be answering your requests.

I do not write for female/fem readers though I do reblog female/fem readers x character

More information about my personal rules and my guidelines for requests and just in general.

Rules and Guidelines.

Main basics:

I will be doing 18+/smut requests and my own ideas. Any posts made with the 18+/Smut/NSFW are forcefully for adults and people over the age of 18. If you are not of that age DO NOT INTERACT. You will be blocked immediately.

I will be writing ‘x reader’ fanfictions. All posts will not be targeted at Fem/Female aligned people as there's thousands out there already. If written ‘Fem!/Female/She/Her uses DNI’ Don't interact. I write for masculine and gender neutral readers.

Requests asked by PM’s will not be answered unless I have become close with you over tumblr or know you personally.

What I will not write. No changes. (any requests with these will have you blocked)

fem/female readers (Feminine male/nb readers are fine^^)

she/her readers

insect (adopted or step siblings aren't allowed either)

pedophillia of any kind

dub-con/non consensual/rape

hard cnc(consent-non-consent) - I will be okay with writing things with cnc if it's light and just a kink between the character and reader)

anything overly stalkerish or along the lines of yandere’s

any sort of glorification of mental illness

any sort of glorification of self harm or self destruction

beastiality

hard degradation

full on exhibition

piss/scat kinks

female pet names (eg, baby girl, princess)

age regression (I have nothing wrong with it, I am just not comfortable writing it.)

OC’s x reader. Self explanatory.

physical appearance of reader|y/n, things like, eye color, hair color, skins color/tone. To show these I will use things like e/c, h/c, s/c. I will also not be writing any black! reader as I myself am not black and I'm not in any right to write for another race.

Characters I am writing for atm:

Call of Duty -

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley

John ‘Soap’ MacTavish

Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick

John ‘Bravo Six’ Price

Alejandro Vagras

Rodolfo ‘Rudy’ Parra

Valeria ‘El sin Nombre’ Garza

Operator König

Alex Keller

Keegan P. Russ

Farah Ahmed Karim

Gary 'Roach" Sanderson

Top Gun: Maverick

Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw

Jake 'Hangman' Seresin

Robert 'Bob' Floyd

Natasha 'Phoenix' Trace

Javy 'Coyote' Machado

Mickey 'Fanboy' Garcia

Reuben "Payback" Fitch

Pete 'Maverick' Mitchell [Preferably platonic]

#rules and guidelines #persephone says stuff #persephone writes

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dreamingofaizawa · 3 years

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Seraphim

This has been stuck in my head for days, okay? I know it's not MHA. But it's been plaguing my thoughts. My teratophilia is swirling like a hurricane with this man at the epicenter:

Anime: Blood of Zeus on Netflix

Yandere(ish) Seraphim x Fem! Reader

***18+ Fic***

Please make your way out of the current window if you are not over the age of 18. Thank you.

Warnings: Dub-con, body horror (?) he’s a fucking demon okay?, cumflation, overstimulation, belly bulge, creampie, size kink, kidnapping, kinda yandere-ish behavior if you think about it for a minute

Word Count: 2k

Author’s Note: Alright, this man is a mass murderer and a complete psychopath with horrid trauma. But he’s hot, and my teratophilia and size kink are THRIVING. I couldn’t find his height anywhere but he’s probably like 7 feet tall or sum cause he TOWERS over the other people in the anime. Idk what possessed me to make this so weirdly soft. Anyway, days of horny thoughts of this man have accumulated to whatever this bullshit is.

*Polis = A Greek city-state

Enjoy the filth~

You'd managed to duck down behind a low stone wall gating off a farmhouse on the outskirts of the polis. The demons had appeared in the treeline when the full moon was high in the sky, flooding the land in cool blue light. There was no warning as people were either killed or gathered into the square, fear wreaking havoc on the minds of men and women alike.

You had to run, get to another polis and warn them of the oncoming bloodbath. But you needed to know what was going on. Quickly, quietly, you snuck past and through homes, sticking to the shadows and creeping up on the square. You were just close enough to hear the commotion among the townspeople. The beating of large wings and a loud ‘thud’ silenced the square, and a voice boomed out.

“I am Seraphim. Leader of the people of Melidoni, the people you call demons.” You listened as he offered strength and power to those who chose to convert to their creed, their species. Those who didn’t would be slaughtered. The choices were to convert, or die. You didn’t stick around to hear who chose which fate, instead beginning to move through the shadows again.

As you neared your previous hideaway, you figured you should try to pack supplies for your journey, especially considering you had no idea how long you’d be travelling. You slipped into one of the homes and searched quietly, gathering supplies as you loaded a burlap sack. You’d been so focused on your tasks, so convinced you’d been silent and sneaky and could slip away, that you were shaken out of your focus by a loud thud just outside the stone wall lining the yard.

You froze, heartbeat in your ears as you waited with baited breath. A loud crack rang in your ears, making you jump and cower backward away from the splintered door. The figure that stepped in struck fear into every fiber of your being. He was huge, having to bend down to fit through the entrance, his shoulders nearly too wide to fit in the frame.

His skin was deep blue-gray, darker on his extremities and the horns protruding from his head and shoulders. Red marks littered his body like rivers of lava, and his eyes were pitch black with blood red irises. His left eye was different, a gold band in a strange shape surrounding the pool of red. Long white hair held with leather bands fell over his shoulder and down his bare chest, save for the leather strap holding his cloak on his back.

As he stood back to full height, your legs began to shake. If you weren’t paralyzed with fear, you’re sure your legs would have given out underneath you. The demon towered over you, all corded muscle and thick skin. Slowly, he lumbered closer to you, heavy footfalls vibrating the earth under your own feet. He stopped just in front of you, your chest nearly touching his abdomen as you looked up and he glared down at you.

A small smirk curved at the corner of his lips as he lifted a clawed hand, a thick finger hooking under your chin to keep your gaze up. “Hello, pretty.” His voice was deep, and you recognized it nearly instantly. This was Seraphim. The gods had forsaken you, and you’d been caught. You had a choice to make now. Convert, or die. A thumb swept across your cheek, swiping away a tear you didn’t realize had fallen.

A sound rumbled in his chest, something between a hum and a chuckle. “Don’t cry, pretty. You won’t die.” His statement had your mind reeling. Was he going to force you to convert to a demon? He wasn’t giving you a choice like all the other townspeople? He bent down so his mouth was at your ear, his breath hot on your neck and shoulder. “You’ll live, pretty, as a human. So long as you give me what I want.”

You were afraid to ask, but it was necessary. “W-what do you want?” Your voice was so quiet you almost thought he couldn’t hear you, but his pointed ear twitching next to your face told you he could hear even your smallest breath. A hot, wet tongue laved at your pulsepoint and travelled up to your jaw. Large hands grasped your waist, squeezing and gripping lightly as his voice sat heavy in your ear. “I want you.”

Tears fell down your cheeks at the realization of what was about to happen. You were going to give your womanhood to a demon. Though it was a small price to pay for your freedom and life. You were suddenly lifted off the ground, a gasp leaving your lips as you wrapped your legs around his waist and gripped his thick neck where there weren’t horns jutting from his body. His hands moved down to encompass your ass, squeezing the supple flesh as he moved and licked at your neck.

You were placed on the bed and he got to work undressing you, and soon your robes were a pile of fabric pooled on the ground as you lay naked before the demon. You grasped the pelts underneath you, shaking as his blood red eyes greedily raked over your form. You squeezed your eyes tight, trying to distance yourself from your current predicament, but a large hand wrapped around your throat and squeezed just lightly enough to be a threat.

Your eyes snapped open and Seraphim leaned close, his breath fanning over your face. “Don’t close your eyes, pretty. I want you to watch me take you.” With that, he released your neck and began to undress himself. Your eyes blew wide at the sight of him, a heat twisted with fear beginning to seep into your belly and between your legs. Was he even going to fit inside you?

He was as thick around as your wrist and nearly as long as your forearm, veins running up his length. Your body shook at the thought of taking him into you, afraid he’d split you in half. A deep chuckle bubbled up from his chest at the sight of your trembling. “Don’t worry, pretty. I don’t want to break you so soon. Especially since you are untainted, pure.” He lifted a hand and you watched as the claws shrank down and gray skin turned tan. His hand was now human, though no smaller than it was previously.

You didn’t know how he could know you were still a virgin, but at this point it didn’t matter. A thick finger teased up and down your folds, gathering the little slick there and moving to rub at your clit. The contact had you gasping and jerking, and his other hand gripped your hip, keeping you still as he rubbed that little nub. It didn’t take long to have you soaked, and he stopped his ministrations on the little bundle of nerves to dip a thick, long finger into your tight heat.

Even just one of his fingers was a stretch, and your walls clamped down around the intrusion. He pumped and curled his finger until you relaxed around him, then pushed a second passed the tight ring of muscle. Your fingers dug into the pelts beneath you and you clenched your jaw as you winced, the stretch burning for a few moments before you relaxed once again. His fingers curled up and hit a spongy spot inside you, making you let out a breathy moan.

A third finger pushing into you had you squirming and whimpering, the burning stretch becoming uncomfortable, and the fourth was painful as he maneuvered his digits inside you, stretching your walls further than you thought possible. It took a bit for you to finally relax, chest heaving and sweat beading at your forehead, and he rubbed your clit harshly. It only took a few swipes for you to cum on his fingers, clenching down hard as your back arched off the pelts and your mouth fell open in a silent shout.

When you came down from the high he pulled his fingers from your core and licked his fingers clean, groaning as he sucked your juices off his digits. The feral look he shot you made your breath hitch. His hand turned back and he gripped the back of your knees, bending them so your thighs were pressed into your chest. “Hold your legs for me, pretty.” You obliged, and he lined himself up with your core before pushing into you slowly.

Even just the tip of his thick cock had you wincing, nails digging into your thighs as you tried to relax around him. He growled as he slowly pumped himself into you, bit by bit, until he hit your womb and you cried out. It hurt, but it felt so, so good. He stilled his hips, allowing your fluttering walls to adjust to his size. His large hands came around your thighs to cup your face, trailing down to your breasts and toying with the flesh.

The demon had far more patience than you thought he could possess, waiting until your cunt stopped clamping down on his length before replacing your hands with his to grip your thighs, pressing them into your chest as he pumped his hips into you. With every thrust his pace became heavier and quicker, pulling heavenly, sensual noises from your throat. Your voice rang out with every snap of his hips into yours, your body on fire as the pleasure washed over you in waves.

One of his hands pulled your leg and rested your ankle just beside his neck, then moved down and began rubbing at your swollen little clit. The knot in your belly tightened quickly, burning hot in your abdomen until it finally snapped and your legs shook with your orgasm. He slowed to a stop and pulled out of you, flipping you over and yanking your hips back, a hand pressing into your back so your face was in the pelts and your ass was high in the air.

He filled you in one thrust and began a bruising pace, bending over you and biting marks into your shoulders, claws digging into the flesh of your hips. Growls and grunts filled your ears, Seraphim’s deep voice harsh and heavy with lust. You were extremely sensitive from your orgasms, tears beginning to roll down your face at the pleasured pain wracking your body. His hand rubbed over your lower stomach, feeling his length pounding into you.

He grabbed your hand and held it to your stomach, his voice gravelly and heavy. “You feel that, pretty? I’m right here.” Feeling him through your skin had you falling over that edge once more, your eyes rolling to the back of your skull, mouth dropping open and drool falling to the furs below you as you came hard around him.

He thrust a few more times before halting completely, filling you up with a long, low growl into your shoulder. His cum filled you, your belly distending a little with the sheer volume. Slowly he pulled out and lay you on your back, smoothing a hand over your stomach and pushing down on the bulge. You moaned out and he watched his seed gush from your gaping hole, your body trembling with exhaustion.

Your breath was ragged as you tried to steady yourself, and Seraphim dressed you just as easily as he’d disrobed you. “Can I go now?” you asked, still in a bit of a daze. His laugh shook his chest and shoulders. “No, pretty. Of course not. Your fate lies with me now.” Your brows scrunched together in confusion. “But you said…” He lifted an eyebrow. “I said you’d live if you gave me what I want. And I said I wanted you. You’re mine now, pretty.”

You resigned yourself to your fate, too exhausted to try and fight him. He lifted you in his arms and carried you out, mounting his manticore and lifting off into the sky. You rested your head against his solid chest, soaking up the warmth from his body as you drifted off. You vaguely registered Seraphim’s voice over the whipping wind. “That’s right, pretty. Rest up. You’re mine now, you’ll need all the energy you can get.” You didn’t let his words linger in your head before your mind faded to black.

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beigehearts · 3 years

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The Price of Self Respect

this is part one of a series of yandere chrollo x fem!reader. this story will contain explicit content. Warnings at the beginning of the chapter. Please send me requests if you wish to for hxh characters and scenarios! ❤

PART I Read part two here! CW: mentions of death, murder, and gore 1,730 words

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It had been many days since you had received an assignment as a hunter. At this point you would have taken a request to open a pickle jar. You had an agent who sourced your jobs through to you that way no one could know your identity. Your agent barely knows your identity outside of your phone number. While you are no where near as infamous as the Zoldyck Family- you definitely are not unknown. “The Creator” is what most people would refer to you as- quite fitting for your ability. Specialists are not as scarce as people make them out to be; a specialist who utilizes their ability as best as they can is scarce. You conjure a pencil, and you can draw anything into existence. Your nen concentrates in your hand and you can create life (or at least a husk of life). Drawing animals or weapons, even humans (who aren’t quite sentient) earned you your high respect as a hunter.

You gaze out of the window at the quiet streets of a city you’ve never travelled to. While the hotel is large and towers over the town, it is probably the biggest building for miles. Bzzzz. You turn towards your bed and see your phone screen is lit up. Picking up the phone you see a single message from the only saved number on your phone. York New. 14:00. 1278 Pearl Street. G Watanabe- Room 207. You scroll down to see the status of the person. Alive. Wanted Dead. 7 Days. Employer ---

A smile graced your lips knowing that you finally have a job. While town hopping and sight seeing for the past few weeks was a nice rst, you can’t just halt your income. You enjoy your job anyway so the money is a bonus. Ill pack in the morning you think to yourself, once you land in York New you may have some extra time to research your target.

The plane ride was smooth and quite comforting- you paid for first class. While you could use your hunter card to be priority seating, it leaves a trace of where you’ve been. Plus, you’ll be getting paid soon enough and the 12 hour plane ride in first class would be nothing compared to the fat check that would be wired to your account. Murder is expensive you know.

Stepping out of the taxi, the driver gets out and opens the trunk for you. You grab your one small backpack filled with nothing but snacks- drawn snacks are not particularly tasty. Just because you can create it doesn’t mean it’s true to the real deal. You jog towards the doors, fat rain drops assaulting you meanwhile. You get your room key under for the room you reserved under an alias and make your way to the elevator. You press the button to go up and when the elevator reaches your floor it sounds a satisfying ‘ding’ and the doors open almost soundlessly. You stepped into the confined space and to your surprise a man steps in with you. You hadn’t even sensed him nearby, it seemed as if he just popped into reality.

He’s tall, is the first thing you think when you look at him. Not necessarily tall as in feet wise (though he definitely had quite a few inches on you) but his aura and the way he carried himself made it seem as if he towered you. The corner of his lips turn upwards and suddenly he doesn’t seem so intimidating. It’s as if he was dragged back down to earth.

“Good morning, awful weather it seems.” The man says with a chuckle. You take a moment to drink in all of him. His black hair is somewhat messy, a middle part with water dripping down a few strands. A bandage is wrapped around his forehead and you wonder if it’s an injury or a fashion statement. A large fur coat cover most of his body, you’re only able to capture a glimpse of a white button up shirt at his neck.

“Terrible. My flight almost had an emergency landing.” You groan, recalling your annoyance when the captain announced this over the speakers.

“Ah so you just got in today? I got into York New about a week ago. What are you here for?”

Your eyes travel to his and you notice that they’re unusually large while seeming to only make him more attractive. “I’m on a work trip, though I shouldn’t be here long.” His lips stretch a little further into something of a grin, “What a coincidence, I’m here on business as well.”

The elevator dings and you give a quick goodbye, not necessarily because you didn’t like talking to him but because you wanted to take a nice warm shower. You sashay out of the elevator, and the back of your neck tingles, you can tell that his eyes are boring into your back.

You drop your bag onto your bed and wander over to the mirror. Looking at you in the mirror is yourself. Though you never seem to recognize this person as you. You pose in different angles but can’t find one that makes you like yourself. You grab the chub of your stomach and groan hopelessly. A world renown hunter who has killed the unkillable is staring at herself in the mirror and grimacing. You remind yourself that you’re one of the strongest specialists out there and you shouldn’t be critiquing yourself.

A day passed and your deadline is growing nearer. You draw your outfit for the day, and put on the jeans, hoodie, and heels that were super comfortable thanks to your nen. An assassin has to look good as well as kill. Your rented car waits for you in the hotel garage and when you finally make your way down there, you do a onceover of the car. There are no signs of foul play, tracking, or marking so you hop into the drivers seat comfortably. Once the car is started your phone buzzes.

+ $2000 to your account message attached: get his pass for the auction and send it to client

You nod to yourself, you had completely forgotten about the auction. Of course you were supposed to kill a member of the mafia during the auction. How could you not have made that connection. While you are intelligent, you wouldn’t say you’re smart. Once you arrive at the hotel your target is staying at, you book a room despite the fact you will not be using it for long. In the hotel room you draw a dress that makes you look like a model, all you need is to look good and your nen for this mission, this goes for most missions.

Each minute on the clock seems to last hours, you need to leave at 01:30, in order to complete your mission at 2. This is the part you hate the most, laying on the hotel bed listening to the clock tick and tick and tick. It feels almost like the clock is mocking you, and sometimes you want to just break it. Though despite this you lay on the bed staring at the ceiling, counting down every minute until the clock strikes 1:30.

The last mocking tick sound rings and you get up quickly. Walking confidently out of the room and down the large and foolishly elegant hall. You make your way to the elevators where you had a run in with that man and go down to the second floor seeing as you were residing on the fourteenth. The second floor was reserved for the mafia only, many families used this hotel to be near the auction.

The elevator opens up and you examine the hall. It is much different than the one where your room is. Lights are dimmer and the color pallet of the hall was that of red and black where as yours was blue and white. You step out onto the marble floors and your heels click against the cold surface. Something’s not right. Something is very wrong, very out of place. You can smell it. The smell of blood.

207 is closer to the end of the hallway than it is to the elevators. The lights are completely off at the end of the hallway as well. With each step towards the room of your target the lights get dimmer until there is no light. You halt and look at the room with gold numbers on it stating ‘207′. The door is cracked and you approach it cautiously. You push the door open and see your target laying on the ground in hundreds of pieces, it’s a bloody mess.

A man stands in front of the window that is the entire wall, his form dark. Now the only sound present is that of the rain pounding against the glass of the window. He turns towards you, and you quickly recognize the large fur jacket. It’s the man from the elevator, his coat is open and he’s shirtless, but covered in blood. His forehead is uncovered by the bandage that was on him previously, revealing a purple cross. His demeanor is still friendly and inviting but something is different about his eyes.

He smiles and for some reason you feel drawn to him, so you take a step forward. “I’ve been waiting y/n.”

You swallow any sense of fear you have and nod, “Oh you have?”

“Of course, I thought I would make your job easier for you.” He chuckles just like he did in the elevator, as if he didn’t just commit an atrocity. But who are you to judge? “Don’t worry, I’ll still be paying you every jenny of what was promised.”

Your head cocks to the side “So you’re my client?” He nods in response.

“And I got his pass to the auction so I would say you did a pretty good job of completing your mission.” He waves the pass at you as proof.

“Can I have the pleasure of knowing your name since you know mine?” You question.

He nods again, “Chrollo is my name. You were commissioned by the spiders.”

The spiders... It quickly clicks in your head. The phantom troupe. Which means, in front of you stands the leader of the Phantom Troupe.

“It’s nice to meet you Chrollo.”

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jojoimaginestories · 3 years

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My Dear (Dio Brando)

My Dear

Paring: Dio Brando (Part 1) x Fem!Reader Words: 6016 Warning: HELLA LONG FIC!!! Dio is nice I guess, He’s super nice to the reader, again, super long (I’m sorry), some language, a little bit yandere (not sure) Requested By: No one Synopsis: Dio has a friend he’s known since his younger days in London and sees her a few years later, romance ensues...

(A/n: I rewatched Part 1 recently and spent a couple days on this, but I just HAD to write it)

**Gif is not mine**

Your eyes bored into the tavern as you entered, wanting to grab a drink and food before returning home for the evening. You saw a blonde boy cleaning food off of his face and grinned.

“Dio,” You waved and approached him.

He looked up to see you and sighed. “(Y/n),” He muttered. “You’re dirty. Did you just come from working?”

You sat next to him. “Well yes! Chimneys don’t clean themselves!” You reached and wiped some mashed potato from his eyebrow. “You look like you got into another scuffle. Did ya win?”

He tilted his head. “You shouldn’t work so hard. You’ll end up handless, I’m sure. You’re clumsy.”

You frowned. “Never mind. Why even bother trying to get a response to my question? You’re going to say yes.”

He sighed again. “(Y/n), you cannot ignore this. I worry for you.”

You smiled. “Well, I just need to help my Papa get rich, and then I don’t have to work anymore.” You held up two fingers as a peace sign. “For now, I’ll clean chimneys.” He grabbed a handkerchief and wiped your cheek. You blinked as you saw black soot on it. You nodded slowly. “Oh! Right. Those nasty Thompsons never clean their chimneys on time.” You waved your hand around with a frown. “They’re bloody bastards that like making my work harder.”

“You need to watch your language, my dear.” He wiped your nose. “Or no man will want you. You’re a foul-mouthed girl.”

You shrugged. “I only need a man to give me what I ask for. When I’m rich Dio, I swear, I’ll buy a mansion and live there for eternity. No one will bother me.” You smirked. “Isn’t that what you also want? You want to be rich so you can stand at the top of the world?” You nodded. “Then you can do it. For me, I actually have to work hard to achieve that. You practically might have a chance after your father croaks.”

“Don’t speak of that bastard in front of me, (Y/n),” He hissed.

You retracted, turning your head to frown. “Apologies, Dio. I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“…” He wiped your cheek again. “I’m just waiting for when he does die. You might jinx it.”

“Apologies, again.”

“Stop apologizing.” He tilted your head and made you face him. “You’re not wrong, are you? I didn’t deny your words.”

You slowly nodded. Your cheeks felt a bit warm. “You are correct in that matter, yes.”

He huffed. “Such a weird tone of words you use.” He pulled away. Your eyes darted away. “If I finally get out of here, you better change it by the time I visit.”

“Yeah, yeah,” You wave your hand around.

He grabbed the gold coins in the table and got up. “I better go.” He fixed his shirt. He looked at you. He opened one of your hands and placed two gold coins inside. “Get yourself something to eat. You look thin.”

“I’m fine, Dio,” You gave him a smile.

He fought a blush on his cheeks. “Eat.” He walked out, causing you to watch his movements until he left through the doors.

8 years later, Dio was finishing up studies at school when he was leaving to return home for the day. Jonathan was waiting for him patiently. Him and Dio were about to exit when they heard loud voices around the corner.

“Give that back,” A feminine voice yelled.

“What’re you gonna do? Cry and beg?” “Look, she’s going to start crying!” “Go ahead and cry, Crybaby!”

They both looked over to see a woman in a (f/c) gown jumping up to reach a book in a much taller gentleman’s hand while his friends laugh behind him. The young woman was growing frustrated.

“Ugh! You lot are just a couple of piss monkeys!”

Dio blinked at the familiar term.

“Couple of piss monkeys they are,” (Y/n) frowned next to him as they walked on the street. “Teasing a lady. She just wants to live her life.”

“You need to watch your foul mouth. No man will marry you if you talk like that,” He muttered to her.

“I don’t need anyone! I just need to support my father!”

He walked over. “Dio,” Jonathan mumbled in confusion.

Dio stood behind the woman with a tired look. “I believe you gentlemen stole this woman’s book,” He asked.

They looked at him in fright. “D-D-D-D-!” “I-It’s…!” “It’s h-him!!” They dropped the book and ran away.

Dio sighed and grabbed the book. “Well, it most certainly is torn and messy. You will need a new one.” He placed the book in the woman’s hands.

She looked at it with a frown. “Thank you,” She mumbled.

“I think you called them ‘Piss monkeys’?”

She looked at him a glare. “Because they are.”

“I don’t think any man would want to marry a woman with a foul mouth.”

She scoffed and turned. She stuck her nose up, closing her eyes. “I can take care of myself! All I need to do is-.”

“Take care of your father and live in a mansion where you can live quietly? With no one bothering you?”

She blinked in confusion. She looked at him. “…” She stared at his features. Her eyes widened at the familiar birthmark on his ear. “Dio?”

He chuckled. “My dear, did you already forget about me?”

Your heart fluttered. You started to tear up. “Dio!” You hugged him, pressing your face into his chest.

“Still overly affectionate, aren’t you (Y/n)?”

You looked at him with a grin. “Still smart, aren’t you Dio?” You fought the heat on your cheeks as you blushed.

He rolled his eyes. “You certainly didn’t improve your grammar like I told you do.”

“I have so.” You pulled back. “I am more refined, indeed.” You pointed a finger up. “It’s only when I am upset that my tongue slips.”

“You’re ever hardly upset, if I recall?”

You nodded. “Yes.” You winked at him. “It seems you remember my little quips, Sir Brando.”

“Dio,” A call was made. You both looked to see Jonathan jogging over. “Are you alright, ma’am?” He looked over at you.

You grinned with a nod. “Yes, I am. Thank you for asking. I was saved, thankfully.”

“Don’t I always save you, my dear,” Dio asked you.

You pouted. “Not always, Dio. I can protect myself.”

“Mere words don’t settle in men. They would’ve pounced you if I hadn’t stepped in.”

You held up a finger. “My running strategy would’ve worked! I’ve practiced it in dresses!”

He shook his head. “You don’t need to get into trouble. Wouldn’t your father be upset?”

You looked at the ground. “…You are right. He would. And he already has a company to manage.”

“Is that how me made his fortune?”

You nodded. “Yes! After you left London, my father started making more money! We like a bit from here, but it is a vast land with a sea side to accompany it. Beautiful indeed.” You gave a sad look as you looked at the torn book in your hands. “It will be hard to explain to him how this book was torn from teasing men wanting to entice a reaction out of me… But that is a price I’m willing to take.” You looked at him. “Thank you again, Dio. I appreciate your help.”

“Is this a friend of yours, Dio,” Jonathan asked Dio.

“This is (Y/n) (L/n). My dear, this is Jonathan Joestar,” Dio hummed towards you.

You bowed your head in greeting. “It is nice to meet you,” You smiled. You looked at Dio. “I do hope to see you again, Dio. Maybe for lunch?”

He nodded his head and bowed. “Of course, Lady (L/n).”

You curtsied. “Thank you, Sir Brando.” You giggled, standing up straight. “I knew you would always grow into a smart individual. You are as cunning as you are charming.”

He stood up straight, fighting a blush on his cheeks. “…(Y/n), I’m curious. You’ve never been one to read, so what were you reading in that book of yours?”

“Oh?” You looked at the torn book again. “Romeo and Juliet, by Shakespeare. I love reading his plays. A Midsummer Night’s Dream was adorable, and I loved Much Ado About Nothing. I’ve even read his tragedies of Julius Caesar and Macbeth. I personally loved Antony and Cleopatra.”

“I see. Well, you should best get on home. And don’t cause trouble for yourself.”

You waved your hand around. “I will not! I am a good honest woman, Dio. I wish to not make any more disturbances of the day.” You smiled at him. “I’ll see you another time?”

“Of course.”

You were sitting in your mansion’s reading room with the fresh play of Hamlet in your hands when a servant approached you quietly.

“Miss (Y/n). There is a visitor. Your father has instructed me to take you downstairs at once.”

You closed Hamlet and stood. “Thank you,” You bowed your head and followed after. You walked downstairs to look at the front entrance and see your father talking to a tall gentleman who you recognized to be Dio. Your heart fluttered. “Father,” You called.

He looked at you. “Ah! My sweet (Y/n),” He smiled.

You walked towards him. “You asked for me?”

“Yes, this young lad would like to take you out,” He motioned towards Dio. “Although he is familiar to me.”

“Father! This is Dio Brando!”

“Dio Brando?” He looked at him. “Goodness, my boy! You’ve grown! Now, I am at ease. Please, keep (Y/n) out of trouble for me, would you?”

“Of course, Mr. (L/n),” Dio nodded. He turned to you. “You mentioned lunch?”

You nodded. “Of course!” A servant handed you a light coat and your purse. “Thank you.”

Dio offered his hand to you as you two left your home. You walked next to him with the bright sun warming onto the both of you.

“Dio, where are you taking me?” You looked up at him with a smile.

“That is a secret my dear,” He hummed. I saw a bench with a basket on it. “I believe it’s called a ‘picnic’.”

“A picnic. You were never one for nature, Dio. I believe you had a clear disliking of it.”

“Yes, but it’s actually nice out here for once. And clearly, we need to catch up.” My eyes lit up as I sat next to him. “So, my dear, how did your father acquire fortune?”

The rest of the day with Dio was more pleasant than other days you’ve had. You laughed, you talked, you gazed towards the fields in front of you, like time forever had stopped while you two sat next to each other. But, before long, you were required to return home. You looked at Dio with a smile as you stood in front of your mansion’s door.

“I had so much fun today, Dio,” You told him.

“Of course, you would. I’m here.”

You gave him a playful nudge. “Don’t get cocky there. It’s good to be modest, you know?”

“Like you?”

“I’d like to think I’m fairly modest, my dear Dio. You should be too.”

He chuckled before he reached behind him and handed something to you. “Open it.”

You blinked in confusion as you tore off the wrapping paper to reveal a brand-new Romeo and Juliet book. Your eyes widened. You looked at him. “Dio…”

“You never were a reader, so I knew it was precious to you. I believe you do not know the ending?”

You shook your head. “I’m almost done with it, though.”

“Good.” He waved a finger around. “I’m a personal fan of Othello, if I do say so myself. So, reading Romeo and Juliet was not that unfamiliar, but it certainly is an interesting read.”

Your eyes lit up as you hugged the book to your chest. “Thank you!”

He smiled softly. “Just read it. You can tell me about it the next time I see you.”

You nodded eagerly. “Of course. Thank you so much.” You smiled, despite the blush you had on. You entered your home and closed the door after bidding Dio a farewell.

Is it me… or is Dio more charming than I remember? You thought quietly. He seems to have grown in his looks. He’s devilishly handsome… You scoffed. As if he would fall for some shroo like me.

You placed a hand on your cheek, holding the book close to your chest. “Certainly, there is something about you, Dio Brando, that is absolutely devilishly charming. Maybe it’s your cunning wits, and possibly your crafty words. Regardless, I, (Y/n) (L/n), am no match for your charms. You surely have bigger plans in life that I am no longer a part of. Maybe I was never a part of it to begin with. That, however, is fine with me.”

You were reading quietly on a bench outside since it felt like a nice day. You were growing quite tired from the events that had happened earlier today and the day before with your father, thus you resulted in finding yourself “me” time. You felt a tap on your shoulder. You tilted my head to look and see no one. You frowned.

“Nothing’s here. Maybe a leaf brushed against my shoulder,” You mumbled and returned to your book.

“On the contrary dear,” You heard next to you, causing you to jump and flinch.

You snapped your head to see Dio giving you an amused look. You sighed with relief. “You scared me,” You nudged him.

He chuckled. “Did you forget my voice for a second there?”

“I did, yes.” You closed your book. “I’ve been preoccupied as of late.” You looked forward.

“I can see it on your face. You look fatigued.”

You tiredly nodded. “I had met with a lot of suitors today. My father wants me to get married,” You hummed.

“Well, that certainly won’t do with my plans.”

“Plans?” You gave him a confused look. “You have plans for me?” You gave him an amused look as your heart fluttered. A blush crept onto your cheeks.

“Well yes. Naturally.” He looked forward. “I care about you a great deal, (Y/n). Or have you forgotten that?”

You slowly shook your head. You looked at the sky. “No, but you certainly have different plans set from me. Bigger plans larger than life itself, and I am no piece of it.” You shut your eyes. “That much, I understand. You want to be at the top of the world. And I do not blame you for that. But certainly, you cannot falter your plans just because of one person.” You paused. You sighed. “In fact, you better not falter your plans because of one person. You have your goals, and you better accomplish them.” You opened your eyes.

He didn’t say anything. He stood and looked at you. “I just remembered I had something to do.”

You nodded. Your heart dropped. “Alright. I best be seeing you then.” You stood. “I have more suitors to see, and more than likely all of them to decline.” You clenched your book in your hands. “…I’ll see you Dio.” You walked away from him. You felt tears sting your eyes and sighed. “…Oh, you pathetic soul (Y/n).”

How can you tell Dio you love him when clearly you have just reentered his life? He has more important plans than being with you. You thought harshly.

You sipped on your tea while enjoying the soft breeze outside while you sat under an umbrella at a table in the gardens your mansion had out back. You crossed your legs under your chair, staring at the floral book you had in front of you. You heard the crunch of feet hitting the grass approaching you as you looked up.

“My lady, your father requests you. A new suitor and his father have arrived,” A servant bowed to you. “They will be waiting in the den.”

You sighed and set your tea down. “I assume I will have to get this over with,” You murmured, standing up.

“I believe this will be a good one, ma’am.” She looked at you.

You shot her a look. “Doubtful. One was too crude, one was boring, one was too annoying. The list goes on and on. I believe this is number… 15?”

“16 ma’am.”

“Thank you.” You held up your book. “May you please return this to our library?”

“Of course.” She took the book from your hands. “And your tea, ma’am?”

“Yes, this as well. Thank you again,” You nodded.

“Believe me ma’am. The Master said that this will be a good one you will like.”

You shook your head. “And he tends to be wrong sometimes.” You sighed. “But we will see. I am also wrong sometimes as well. Too doubtful in situations.” You waved your hand around. “Ah, I’m rambling. Do not mind me. You are dismissed.”

You walked away and headed inside. You walked towards the den slowly before pausing and shutting your eyes.

It is only a few hours, (Y/n), then you can return to reading. That’s all you have to do. You thought to yourself. You took a deep breath, reopened your eyes, and walked towards the den. You entered quietly.

“I’m here Father,” You hummed.

“Ah! My sweet (Y/n)! Please sit,” Your Father motioned over. “Actually, wait! Close your eyes.”

You paused and did as you were told. You sighed at the childish antic your father put up. “We are in front of guests father. I highly doubt your surprises are appropriate.”

“These guests are familiar with me, I assure you.” That didn’t sound good to you. He grabbed your arm gently and guided you to sit down on one of the couches. You shifted slightly. “What were you doing dear while I have been talking?”

“Reading in the garden, Father. I was reading the book on flowers from the library. It was actually quite magnificent and informational, believe it or not. It was very descriptive, even had examples that I could identify.”

“Good! Good, good. I’m glad you enjoy reading.” He was speaking across from you. “She loves reading the books in the library. She’s a knowledgeable individual.”

“May I open my eyes now Father?”

“Of course, my dear! And do be mindful of our guests. I’m sure they will have questions.” You opened your eyes and blinked at the lighting. You saw a blue haired older gentleman sitting next to your father. “Also, remember to greet yourself my sweet!”

You bowed your head. “Nice to meet you, sir. My name is (Y/n) (L/n).”

The man chuckled. “I’m quite aware. I’ve heard of you often,” He hummed.

You blinked. “You have?”

“Yes. My name is George Joestar. My son talks about you often.”

You turned your head slightly to the individual next to you, shocked to see Dio in your presence. You blinked. “He does, does he?” You narrowed your eyes. “Good things I hope?”

“Why would I say anything bad about you,” Dio asked.

You gave him a look. “Because you like to tease me.”

He chuckled. “You are easy to tease, my dear.”

Why is Dio here? What business does he have with-? Could it be? You thought with shock. “I am not. You catch me off guard.”

“I’m more interested in this book you were reading.”

“Ah, yes! I was interested in the flowers and bushes in our garden, so I grabbed a simple floral book that described flowers and little quips they each had. Interesting really, although I wouldn’t necessarily commit to botany, it is just useful knowledge to know.”

“Of course, I understand.” He chuckled. “It’s hard to believe you would like flowers. I believe you regarded them as, let’s say, frilly?”

You pouted. “Well, they are. I am more interested in cooking and decor than floral arrangements. As you can tell with the rest of our home, I’ve chosen some quite good pieces.”

“That I can see. Your father has… particular tastes.”

“Indeed, he does.” You didn’t notice your father and Mr. Joestar take their exit as you continued talking. “I tried to arrange this room, but he wouldn’t let me. At least he doesn’t pick terrible flowers.”

Dio leaned on his hand as he stared at you. “I’m sure you have a professional’s opinion.”

You scoffed. “Please, I just pay attention to the issues released of home décor. Descriptors and images of the pieces are good for me to identify what is alright and what needs work. There is a style you must go for in a home.” You felt so comfortable. You felt like you could talk for hours.

“I wouldn’t know my dear. I have other studies that I am pursuing.”

You tilted your head. “…I thought you had other plans?”

“You are a part of my plans, my dear.”

You tilted your head. “You now included me in them?”

“You were there to begin with.” You stared in shock. He sat up straight. “Oh, from the moment we met, you were someone I would never get tired of, like the others. You were less of an eyesore. And I will admit it again, I do care a great deal about you.” He tilted his head. “If another man got ahold of you, that would split my focus. It’s better to have you in my sight than out of it.”

“So, you want to watch over me?”

“I believe this is what we call… ‘being protective’?” He leaned towards you. “If another man had his way with you, I might’ve torn him limb from limb.” He was very close.

“That sounds more like jealousy, Dio.”

“I call it being protective.” He tilted your chin up. “As long as I am around, not a finger shall be placed on your head.”

“You are placing a finger on my head right now. On my chin actually.”

He huffed. “No one but me shall be allowed to touch you.”

“Oh? So, you are my suitor?”

He gave me a look. “From the moment I walked in here, I knew you wouldn’t refuse. I’ve caught your glances my dear. I’m not that thoughtless.” Your cheeks felt warm as you froze. “You thought I didn’t notice? Your blushes and gazes, your breaths. I bet your heart flutters too.”

“You are very observant,” You mumbled breathlessly.

“No, I just know you.” He kissed your head gently. “And as long as I know that, my plans will never faulter.” Your heart fluttered. You leaned towards him and rested your head on his chest. “…You are the reason I imagine my perfect life the way I do, you know?”

“I am?” Your voice was quiet, almost unheard, but you were close to Dio for him to tell.

He twirled some of your hair with his finger. “Why yes. Although, your brash tone of voice was one thing to handle, you clearly don’t do anything to outwardly annoy me. In fact, you do everything in your power to make me comfortable. And that is something no one else can give me.” He tucked some hair behind your ear. “That is why no one will marry you. Because I will.”

You smiled. “So, you said those words many times to throw me off guard?”

“Oh yes. You are mine. And no one else’s.”

You tilted your head as your father held up two dresses with a grin. You made a face. “For a marketer, you have no fashion sense either,” You hummed.

He pouted. “I just wanted to do something for you! You’re so independent,” He pouted.

You tilted your head. “That’s because I always have been. From an early age to now. I’ve always been an independent child.” You smiled. “I cleaned chimneys. I’m used to doing everything by myself. Cleaning, cooking, eating.” You giggled. “You forgot that, didn’t you?”

He sighed. “I can’t believe you grew up before my very eyes. And now you’re getting married!” He had flowers and sparkles surrounding him as he swayed. “My baby girl is getting married~!!”

You sweat dropped. “F-Father… It shouldn’t be this big of a deal…” You waved your hand. “I think this was to be expected? Since you’ve been signing suitors to me nonstop.”

He tilted his head. “Oh, that? I wanted you to have that idea!” You blinked. “Although, this was very quick. I expected there to be hundreds of suitors! But as soon as you told Dio, he just came and that was that.” He waved a finger around. “I always knew that boy had caught your eye! Something about him told me that.”

You blushed. “Oh Father…” You looked at your hands. “I’m still surprised he even considered me in that way.”

“How so?”

You giggled. “Father, every man you have introduced me to has not known one fact about me that Dio does.” You tilted your head slightly. “We used to be poor. We almost lost our home in London, and I worked on chimneys.” You smiled. “Dio knew that. He knew that fact, and it’s embarrassing to admit to people I know what hard work is, but Dio? No. He doesn’t care.” You looked at him. “He’s looked past that, and I’m sure most men would be stuck at the door if they heard that.”

He smiled. “…That’s love, dearie. That is love.”

You blinked in shock as a policeman approached you and explained the events of a few nights before. He held up a burned pocket watch to you, which was very familiar. Tears stung in your eyes while you held the pocket watch to your chest. Your father had burned along with others in the Joestar mansion, and your husband was nowhere to be found. Your brother-in-law survived with a countless number of wounds, and you sent word to him to wish him well.

It was late at night. You now sat in your large mansion alone, staring at the pocket watch that rested on the table while you covered yourself in a blanket your father had picked for you. It was ugly, yes, but he wanted to give you something for your new home. You sniffled, holding tears back whereas you recounted memories of the past. You heard the doors open from the front of the mansion, echoing its sounds through the quiet corridors. Your eyes widen as you grabbed a spear used for the fireplace you sat in front of.

You hesitantly inch into the halls, slowly creeping onto the intruder that would dare break into your house while you grieve. You felt a presence behind you as you snapped around to swing. Your actions were stopped. Your eyes widen even more and you shook violently. You looked up to see flaming orange eyes stare at you.

“My dear, why are you awake at this hour,” A cool voice asked, welcoming and warming to you. You could feel your tears return. The moon light outside revealed Dio while he stood before you. He stared at your crumbled figure as you let the spike go into his hand.

“D-Dio,” You sniffled. “M-My father… My father,” Your voice cracked.

“I heard as I was on my way back. I was delayed, and for that, I’m sorry.” You sobbed into your hands, wiping your tears violently. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

“I was sitting in front of the fire. They recovered his pocket watch, and I was…” You wiped your eyes again. “I’m so emotional, I’m-.”

“It’s okay… Why don’t you grab it and head onto bed, my dear? I’ll speak to you tomorrow.” He tucked some of your hair behind your ear.

As you laid in bed, Dio recounted the event that happened a few nights ago when he discarded his humanity.

“You bastard,” Your father hissed next to Mr. Joestar and Jonathan. “You used my daughter, didn’t you?! To make you less suspicious.”

Dio gave him a hard glare. “Don’t bring her into this,” He muttered.

“You’re using her! For what? What are you using my daughter for?! Because we know she means nothing to you-!”

“She means EVERYTHING to me,” Dio snapped. The party froze in shock. “Your daughter is an angel by my eyes. A saint sent from the heavens. She is my guide for my vision, my plans for my future. She has nothing to do with what goes on here. I will protect her until my dying breath, unlike you, old man.” He pointed towards him and narrowed his eyes. “No one will harm a hair on her head. And if they do, they’ll see the might of my hand.”

He tucked some hair behind your ear. Even though your father wouldn’t have believed him, he meant every word. At first, when he met you, he didn’t expect to be attracted to you so quickly. In fact, he expected quite the opposite. Your language was quite vulgar, and your dirtied appearance rather made you repulsive in the eyes of many. You were poor, and that’s what was expected.

But, the more he saw you, he learned you actually were not as brainless as you looked. You were a hard worker, like he was, and you just wanted to live an easy life. Somehow, with that, he expected you to be someone close to him that he could confide in. That soon turned into him wanting you to be his right-hand. But he didn’t expect to grow feelings for you. From then on, he expected you to be his wife. He just had to have the pieces fall in place.

Now here you were. Him, now having discarded his humanity, and you, who he refused to impurify with his meticulous methods. He refused to let this known to you, at least not yet. He may never admit it to you. He can easily lie about his changes, he can lie about his followers, all he didn’t want to do was harm you.

You walked towards the hospital and knocked on the door to see Jonathan in his bed, resting nicely. “Jojo, how are you,” You smiled.

His eyes lit up as the blonde woman next to him turned to see you. “(Y/n),” He mumbled.

“I wanted to check on your injuries.” You looked at the woman. “Did you take care of him? I must thank you. I’m (Y/n) Brando, Jonathan’s sister-in-law.”

“(Y/n), are you well? After what’s happened…” Jonathan made a face.

You held up a hand. “I’m… managing. Dio has certainly helped quite a bit.”

His eyes grew dark. “Dio was the reason it happened!”

You blinked in shock. “What do you mean? He told me he was out on business.”

“Dio is evil, (Y/n)! And he won’t stop until he destroys everything he’s ever touched.” He stood and looked at you. “I worry for your safety. He’s a scheming man.”

You frowned and looked at the ground. You tucked some loose hair behind your ear. “I’ve known Dio for a long time, Jojo. I’m certain that if he was scheming, then he would have told me. He’s not evil.” You looked at him. You pursed your lips together before sighing. “I wish you a successful recovery.” You cleared your throat. “I have to go and plan my father’s funeral,” You lied. “Good day” You left without another word as you started thinking to yourself.

Dio… is evil? Why would he be evil? You thought. He certainly can’t be… No… I’ll ask him. I can just ask Dio and he won’t lie to me.

You stepped into Dio’s office in your home as he sat comfortably in a chair reading. He tilted his head to stare at you. It was starting to click in your mind that he started working more often in the night than in the day. He said it was because of business, but you were starting to think differently.

“My dear, where have you been? You left quite early this morning,” He hummed.

“I went to see Jonathan,” You quietly murmured and shut the door behind you. His face hardened at the sound of the pesky Joestar’s name. “He… was not happy with you.” He huffed, looking at the book in his hands. “…He said you were evil, that you were scheming. You wouldn’t stop until you destroy everything you touched.” He paused. His eyes snapped up. “But I thought that was a lie…” You looked at him. “And you’ve… changed,” You frowned. “You’ve been more awake in the night, you’ve been doing more things, you’ve talked to a lot of people. Different servants come in and out of here… What’s happening Dio? And you truly planning something evil without telling me?”

He froze. Finally, his plans were being seen in the light, and you were no dumb girl either. Another reason he fell for you was your smarts. You were not stupid and he saw right through that. He swallowed as he stood. “Why of course not! Why, I want to make sure we’re taken care of, YOU are taken care of, while I conduct business. It is quite important to me that you are taken care of.” He stalked over towards you and placed his hands on your shoulders. “You are my wife, and your happiness is mine.”

…He gets very wordy when he lies, You thought. You made a dissatisfied face.

“What’s wrong my dear?” He went to touch your cheek when you grabbed his hand, much to his surprise.

“…Why did you lie?” He blinked. “You get wordy when you lie. Especially just now… Why did you just lie to me?” He swallowed. You let his hand go. You turned around. “I’m leaving then.” You glared. “Don’t follow me.” You went to open the door when he used his hand to stop it from opening. Your eyes widened as you felt hot breath at your neck.

“I would never lie to you my dear,” Dio spoke smoothly, rubbing your shoulder. “You are my most important piece. My Queen. I do everything to insure you are happy. If I have left you unhappy, then you can kill me. Because a world without you is a world I would not want to live in.”

False, he thought. A world without you is a boring world. You light his eyes and ignite a fire. He refuses to part with that fire.

You wrapped your arms around yourself and look at the ground. “I highly disbelieve that. Why would my presence be important to your goals?”

He blinked. He grabbed your chin and tilted your head to face him. His eyes stared into yours. “You are my drive to live. I have said this countless times to many people. You mean everything to me, and I mean everything.”

Your heart melted but your head thought differently. You looked away from him. “Stop lying to me.”

His hands ran down your arms as he pulled you to his chest. “I only lie to those who are worth lying to. Why would it be worthy to lie to the woman I cherish the most?” He kissed your head. “If someone tells you something different, then they can answer to me.” He turned you around and cupped your cheeks. “Never leave my side, (Y/n). You are my vision, my guide. I do not want to lose my guide on this dark path I have taken.” He tilted your head up a bit. “I only want to achieve our dreams. My perfect world for you and I. A perfect world where you can live in peace, and I can rise in my glory.”

You grabbed his hands. “Dio, not like this,” You shook your head. “Why can’t it be different?”

“Because it has to be done.” He kissed you softly. “I’m sorry.”

Tears laced your eyes. “Don’t let anyone take you from me.”

“…You have my word.”

But that word would be shattered as he would burn from Jonathan Joestar’s might, and you would die with a broken heart.

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nina-renmen · 3 months

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You’re Mine

Yandere Price x black reader soulmate au pt.2

pt.1 pt.3

Warnings⚠️: Yandere themes, blood, gore, empty threats, death, parents wanting reader to date within her race, family issues, profanity

summary: Y/n gets back from her mission but price is suspicious of her and catches on to her avoidance

“Stop nagging me.” Y/n barked out, turning away from her teammate as she prepared her dinner. A month had gone by, and soap was still nagging her.

“Not until you tell me why.” Soap huffed.

“Soap, stop-“

“You know, not everyone gets the chance to meet their soulmate.

”Soap-“

This is the chance of a lifetime!”

“I said stop!!”

Soaps voice died down. Your voice echoing throughout the halls. “Y/n?”

“I’m scared…” Y/n’s voice was barely above a whisper. “What if he’s not the man I need? What if my family doesn’t approve?”

“Y/n, why wouldn’t your family approve? I mean…sure he’s about a decade older than you but…” Soap trailed off, you were right. You would be his controversially young soulmate.

“Not just that…my family. My family wants me to marry inside my culture. Bringing him home would-“

“How do you know?” Soap cut you off. His form looking over yours. “They make hints at it, the one time I came over with a-“

“But they haven’t said it outright. Y/n I know your family. You’re thinking too much about this. They just want you to meet someone. Yes, preferably someone that’s in your ethnicity but it’s not a requirement.” Soap out his hand in your shoulder, giving you a gentle squeeze. “Talk to the captain. I’m sure price would be enthusiastic-“

“Enthusiastic about what?”

Y/n’s face paled. The two were facing the counter. The man behind them could only see the back of their heads.

Soap looked down at y/n. She vigorously shook her head no making the males shoulder drop. “We’ll com’on, what this thing going on between you two? You’ve been runnin around like headless chickens for the past mon.” Prices gruff voice reached the females’ ears.

Y/n turned around, soap followed. Prices gaze locked onto the female. He never noticed the colors in her hair before. It brought out her skin tone. “You look like you’re gonna hurl sergent.” Price commented, folding his arms over his chest. Y/n only shook her head opting to leave the room “oh no you don’t, my office. Now.” Price barked out orders. “I’m tired of you avoiding me. We need to sort this out.”

“Captin, I don’t think-“

“Don’t wanna hear it soap.” Price cut off the shorter male. Johnny casted y/n an apologetic look as y/n hesitantly walked past him. Price shot Johnny a glare before following after you.

Entering his office Price could see you settling inside. Or…maybe not since you were so stiff. You stood off to the side, hands clasped and a blank expression on your face. Y/n’s colored eyes followed his every steps like a predator.

“Have a seat.” Price said as he walked around his desk, sitting in his chair. With careful, hesitant steps y/n sat in front of his desk. Her muscles were tight, hands in her lap. As if she was a rookie once more, standing in front of a yelling sergent.

“You’ve been avoiding me y/n. Every time you see me you go the other way. What’s up with that?” Price asked, leaning back in his chair.

No answer from y/n.

“Look, I get you’re anxious but I can’t have someone on my team if they can’t even communicate with their captain.” Annoyance was evident in Prices voice. But he couldn’t be mad at you. For some reason he kept thinking about you late at night. He had to remind himself that he had a soulmate, he wouldn’t end up like his parents.

Still no answer from y/n.

Price was starting to get frustrated. “Look sweetheart,” Price chuckled, trying to simmer the frustration. He noticed y/n’s gaze on his lips, her eyes softened, her shoulders loosening ever so slightly. Price continued to speak “I don’t think this team is right for y-“

“You should smile more….Its cute.” Y/n’s voice was barely above a whisper, but her voice still reached Prices ears. Almost immediately the room quieted. A burning sensation was on John’s arm. “What did you say-“

“I’ll see myself out captain.” Y/n stood up, the chair behind her almost falling over. “I’ll ask Laswell to switch me to another team. Have a good night.”

John felt like he couldn’t breathe. You? You were his soulmate? For once in his life he was glad about soulmate privileges within the rules. The regulations let soldiers get intimate with eachother as long as they could prove they were soulmates. “Y/n wait! I didn’t know-“ The sound of the door closing cut off the older male, snapping him out of his daze.

With quick steps he opened the door, stepping out into the hallway. You weren’t there causing John to close his office door and search for you. His heart pounding in his chest, he wished he hadn’t chewed you out. He wished he hadn’t made empty threats towards you. He just wanted you to talk.

After an hour of searching for you he began to get frustrated. Why couldn’t he find you?! “Ghost.” Price called out, causing the taller male to look up from whatever he was doing on his phone.

“Where’s Cobra?” He asked in a rushed tone.

“Soaps room.” Ghost said before looking back down at his phone. John’s eyebrows furrowed as he turned on his heel. Why the fuck were you in soaps room. Jealousy swirled in John’s chest like a festering blister.

Price knocked on Soaps door. Within a couple of seconds Soap opened the door just enough so John could see him. “Where is she?” Price asked, arms crossed over his chest.

“Where’s who?” Soap questioned, playing dumb.

“I’m not fuckin stupid Johnny, I know she’s in here-“

“With all due respect captin’ she doesn’t want to talk with you-“

“As her soulmate I have the right to talk with her. Open the door Soap. That’s an order.”

The area became quiet. Soap glancing in a random direction in his room. The sound of soft, padded footsteps came from behind the door. “It’s okay Johnny.” Y/n whispered, making Soaps harsh grip on the door knob loosen. The door slowly opened to see y/n standing next to Soap.

The bare expression on y/n’s face seemed broken. She looked away from Price. “I want to talk….privately.” Price’s voice was softer than it was with Johnny. Soap casted y/n a glance as if encouraging her to go on. “Alright….fine.”

The walk to his office was…awkward. Y/n kept her distance from Price. But as soon as the door to his office closed Price spoke up. Y/n’s back was turned to him as she wrapped her arms around her midsection.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Price asked. His back leaning up against the closed door. “You made me believe….”

“I was worried.” Y/n spoke up. Turning around to look at him. She looked as if she were about to cry. Her eyes glossy as she looked down at the floor. “What could you possibly be worried about?” Price questioned as he closed the distance between the two of you. “Look up at me.”

When you didn’t look up at him Price hooked his fingers under your chin. Pulling your face up to look at him. “I’m not here as your captain. I’m not even here as a damn friend. I’m here as a lover. So don’t give me a bullshit excuse.” Prices voice was barely above a whisper. As if speaking too loud would scare you away.

“My family…I mean…the age gap between us is..” Y/n trailed off.

“We’re both adults y/n. There ain’t nothin wrong with that. Whatever they have to say they can keep it to themselves.” Price said.

“It’s not just that…My family wants me to marry in my culture-“

“I’m sure it’s just a misunderstanding sweetheart.” Price said as he moved your hair out of your face.

“No….You don’t get it. I can’t loose my family over this.” Y/n said.

“Would you choose your family over me?” Price asked, forcing y/n to look up at him. Y/n didn’t respond at first. “Well? Would you?”

“Yes….yes I would.”

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inorganicone2230 · 4 years

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Purity (Part 1) Yandere!Overhaul x Fem!Reader

Part 2

Summery: Overhaul meets a quirkless foreigner who holds some very interesting views on his way of thinking. The more time he spends with her, the more he wants to keep her and her purity for himself. And he has no problem with falling to the depths of obsession if it means getting what he wants.

Warnings: None for this chapter.

Kai Chisaki certainly considered himself to be, above all else, a visionary, a Messiah meant to save the world from itself. He saw the world for what it truly was. A vile, rotten cesspool, filled to the brim with filth and ugliness, and plagued by a disease called quirks. Despite possessing a powerful one himself, he never considered it to be the blessing that other people did, not that he felt above using it to achieve his goals of course. He was going to be the one to set the world right again, and rule the underworld with an iron fist, so he begrudgingly realized that he would need the power of his quirk to accomplish said goal. No matter how much it sickened him.

Some might call him insane for his beliefs. That quirks were a sickness, infecting the populace with Hero and Villain Syndrome. But he knew the truth that they were all just blind to, that’s why they needed him to be their guide and show them the way to purity.

Perhaps that’s why he found you, you were meant to be his reward for all the good he was doing. It’s only been a few weeks, but he’s sure that it’s a day he won’t ever forget. Not ever, he thinks, gazing down at your form spread out over the sheets in sheer, manic glee as he recalls the all too vivid day…

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In hindsight, pulling you out of the way of that moving vehicle could be seen as the starting point to the chain reaction that sent him down this long and winding road of obsession. Not that he would change it for anything in the world.

He had merely acted without much thought when he reached out his white gloved hand to pull you out of the way, touching you as little as possible. He simply wasn’t in the mood to get himself soiled with your blood that would go flying everywhere should you get hit. Touching your shirt seemed like a small price to pay if it meant avoiding being covered in bodily fluids.

You turned around, your (e/c) blown wide in shock and blinking up at him stupidly. Your features were obviously that of foreign descent, not that cared enough to guess what country you came from. It was far too beneath him.

“Umm… thank you. That definitely would have been horribly messy.” You said, your Japanese was relatively decent, if a bit too formal.

He glared, noting with quiet contempt that you didn’t seem affected by it, probably because you were too stupid to know when to be afraid. “The only reason I did it was because I’d rather not get covered in blood and gore. If I could have avoided it, I wouldn’t have bothered.”

You seemed more amused than perturbed by his attitude, and he was beginning to wonder if you were very brave or just hopelessly stupid. “Well thank you for the assistance nonetheless, even more so considering what a hassle it was for you.”

If there were just a few less people out and about he might have decided to use his blasted quirk on you, consequences and mess be damned. Instead he turned on his heel. “Perhaps next time, whatever filthy quirk you have will be able to save you.” He fully intended to walk away and never think about this incident again, however, what you said next was more than intriguing enough to make him stop and give you a second glance.

“That would make sense, if I actually had a quirk. I’ll be sure to ask for one in my next life.”

He turned around to look at you, you were already walking away, but it looked like you were lost, you kept looking at your phone and then back to the street signs and buildings as if you were trying to translate the writing.

“You were born quirkless?” He’d never actually met someone who was genuinely born quirkless, only those that had lost their quirks due to his drug. He could only imagine what it must be like to feel so clean and pure.

You only gave him a brief glance as you continued to scrutinize your surroundings, more than likely surprised that he was still standing there, let alone talking to you. “Yup. No special power for me, unless you count my extraordinary ability to walk a straight line in platform heels while drunk a quirk that is.” You chuckled, the sound not nearly as annoying as he thought it might be.

“Then you’re one of the lucky ones.”

It seems that was the comment that got him your full attention, your head lifting up to stare wide eyed at him. “Lucky? That’s certainly not the word most people would use when describing a quirkless individual. Do you have something against them by chance? You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, but now you’ve got my curiosity peaked.”

Kai thought about it, why he was still here, why he was still talking to you, and the only answer he could come up with was that he was interested to see what your reaction would be to learning his views. Would you agree? Look at him like he was insane? He wanted to know, so he figured there couldn’t be any harm in enlightening you.

“Have you ever heard the theory that quirks were caused by a strain of virus carried by rats?” You gave a quick shake of your head, (h/c) strands bouncing around your face as he continued. “Quirks are a sickness, they ravage humanity with Hero and Villain syndromes and people seem content to go along with it. It sickens me that the world has fallen so low as to rely on abilities and deformities that we were never meant to have in the first place. It’s unnatural and disgusting.”

He was expecting some kind of reaction from you, he didn’t think you’d jump right into agreeing with him, that would have been too perfect. His best guess was that you were going to think he was crazy, most outside of the Shie Hassaikai thought he was, why should one quirkless girl be any different. The reply you gave him definitely didn’t fit into either of those categories.

“That’s certainly an interesting way of looking at it, from an evolutionary standpoint at least. I’ll admit that when looking back on human history and development, quirks are definitely not what I would have expected human evolution to progress towards. So perhaps your rat theory does have some merit. Almost like a second coming of The Black Death or something.” You said, having moved closer to the wall of a building while the two of you spoke.

“You don’t think I’m crazy for thinking this? Most people would have stopped listening after I used disease and quirk in the same sentence.”

“No.” You chuckled. “There’s nothing wrong with having an opinion that differs from the norm, sometimes it’s what we need to progress and move forward. Culture and society are constantly changing and adapting to new things as time goes on, but we wouldn’t be able to do that if it wasn’t for someone else stepping forward and saying that something needs to be done or fixed if we are to ever move on from the ways of the past. Your views may be a bit extreme, but definitely not crazy. After all, no one ever said passion was a bad thing.”

You couldn’t have possibly known how pleased he was by your words as you looked up into his eyes, eyes that even his underlings flinched at when attempting to hold his gaze for too long, but you just stared right at him, unflinching with a small smile tugging at your lips. It set his pulse racing pleasantly, and if he didn’t already know that he was in top physical health, he might have thought something was wrong with him.

“You looked as if you were lost, perhaps I can help you find your way.” He honestly felt like taking apart his own brain when the words left his mask covered mouth, but it was too late now, you were already agreeing.

“If it’s not too much trouble, that would be amazing! I can speak Japanese fairly well, but reading it is another story entirely.” You said pulling out your phone to show him an address for a local hotel, he took note of how soft and clean your hands looked, not a speck of filth to be seen. “I’m here on a study trip with a group of classmates and I went wandering off to look around, ended up getting lost along the way and was too embarrassed to ask for directions.”

“It’s three blocks away, follow me.” He ordered, turning on his heel. He didn’t bother to see if you were tagging along behind him or not, he knew you would obey.

The walk was kept silent and he was pleased that you didn’t seem to want to fill the time with pointless chatter as most people would have, but a small part of him was a bit disappointed as well, he wouldn’t have minded hearing you speak more of those intellectual views of yours. He wondered what else you might have to say about his views on the world. He might have even asked if the two of you had not just reached your destination.

There was someone rushing over, a blonde girl with blue scales around her yellow eyes was marching over to you. “Where in the Nine Circles of Hell did you run off too?! We’ve been worried sick! Don’t you ever scare me like that again.” She said, pulling you into a tight hug.

He wanted to obliterate the annoyance as soon as she touched you. It was blasphemous that this piece of garbage would even think to touch someone as clean as you with their dirty hands. He was even more annoyed that you didn’t seem bothered by this, just reached up to pat her filthy head.

“Sorry Nell, I went for a walk and got a little turned around. But this guy helped me out!” You turned around, to say thank you one last time and maybe get his name, but he was already gone.

Nell just gave you a look, like you had lost your marbles. “What guy (Y/N)? Don’t tell me your seeing ghosts again like you did in elementary school. Was this one at least hot?” She jeered with a barking laugh, bumping her shoulder against yours and motioning for you to follow her towards the hotel entrance.

“That was one time! And you know it was only because Mike was hiding in the attic of that old house to purposely try and scare us. What ten year old wouldn’t have been terrified.”

“Right… sure that’s all it was.” She teased.

“I swear to God, he was right there not even two seconds ago!” You were amazed he managed to slip away in so short a time span. “But he did seem pretty antisocial so he probably didn’t want to hang around longer than necessary. Still though,” You look back over your shoulder one more time to see if you can spot that green jacket. “kind of cliche to just up and leave like that without a word.”

“You didn’t answer my question though, was your mystery man easy on the eyes?”

You did have to smile a bit at that. “He did seem pretty handsome from what I could see of him. He was wearing a black dust mask over his mouth and nose, so all I could see of him were his gold eyes. It’s a shame I didn’t get to find out his name, he was interesting to talk too.” You sighed. “But oh well, it would be a miracle if I ever ran into him again in a city this big.”

From up on the roof of another building, Kai watched and listened, a plan already forming in his head. He had to agree with you, it was a shame you couldn’t have spoken more. He found himself pleased with the sound of your voice and wondered what his name would sound like rolling off your tongue, the thought had him shuddering in pleasure. He was not one to question himself on anything, if he wanted something or had a goal, he would find a way to accomplish it. And he most definitely wanted to interact with you again.

“I’ll come find you again soon (Y/N), then we will both get what we want.”

This was my first time writing for Overhaul, so please let me know if you thought I did his character justice! Thanks and please enjoy!

And a special thanks to @talpup for helping me brainstorm this and all my other stories!

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