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eternal sunshine of a spotless mind ─ rafe cameron; part I

summary: you and rafe were star-crossed lovers, which is why you needed to forget him.

warnings: mentions of substance use, alcohol use, swearing

author's note: welcome to my new series!! some aspects of this story will be au, given the concept of the story itself. also, please let me know at any time if you'd like to be added to the taglist. thank u!

In the cozy confines of your bedroom, surrounded by the chatter and laughter of your friends, you stood before the mirror, your outfit meticulously chosen for the night ahead. The short denim skirt hugged your curves, accentuating your figure, while the tube top added a touch of effortless allure. You couldn't help but scrutinize your reflection, searching for any flaws or imperfections that might mar your appearance.

Turning to your friends, you sought their opinions with a hint of nervous anticipation. "So, what do you guys think?" you asked, a faint blush tinting your cheeks as you awaited their verdict.

Your friends crowded around you, their eyes appraising your outfit with a mix of admiration and excitement. "Girl, you look amazing!" exclaimed one of them, her voice filled with genuine enthusiasm. "That skirt is everything."

Another friend chimed in, nodding in agreement. "Seriously, you're going to turn heads tonight," she said, her tone filled with confidence. As their words washed over you like a wave of affirmation, a smile tugged at the corners of your lips. Maybe, just maybe, tonight would be the night you finally felt truly confident in your own skin. And with your friends by your side, anything felt possible.

A sigh of relief escaped your lips as you allowed the affirmations of your friends to wash over you, their words a balm to soothe the lingering doubts that had plagued you since the breakup with your ex-boyfriend. For the past two weeks, you had been trapped in a shell of self-doubt and insecurity, the pain of the breakup weighing heavily on your heart.

But tonight was different. Tonight was your chance at redemption, a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness that had clouded your spirits. With each encouraging word from your friends, you felt a spark of confidence reigniting within you, dispelling the shadows of doubt that had held you captive for far too long.

Taking a deep breath, you met your own gaze in the mirror with newfound determination. Tonight, you would break free from the chains of heartache and insecurity. Tonight, you would embrace the person staring back at you with unapologetic pride.

With a smile, you turned to your friends, gratitude shining in your eyes. "Thank you," you said, your voice filled with sincerity. "For everything. Let's make tonight one to remember."

With anticipation buzzing in the air, you headed out the door, a sense of excitement coursing through your veins. Tonight wasn't just any night; it was your chance at redemption. With your friends by your side, you were ready to embrace whatever the evening had in store, confident in your ability to overcome any obstacle that came your way.

With a flurry of excitement, you and your friends hustled out the front door, the anticipation palpable in the air. Laughter and chatter filled the night as you made your way to the waiting Uber, its headlights casting a warm glow on the pavement. One by one, you all piled into the car, the familiar scent of perfume mingling with the promise of adventure.

As the engine hummed to life, the city lights blurred past the windows, painting streaks of color against the darkness of the night. The energy inside the car was electric, each shared glance and inside joke heightening the sense of camaraderie among you. With each passing moment, the anticipation grew, a silent promise of the memories waiting to be made.

With a mischievous grin, one of your friends produced shots of pink Whitney, passing them eagerly around the group. The vibrant hue of the drink seemed to shimmer in the dim light, a symbol of the wild night ahead. "To tonight!" they exclaimed, raising their shot glass in a toast.

You joined in, clinking your glass with those of your friends, the sound ringing out in the air. As you tipped back the shot, the liquid burned down your throat, igniting a fire that spread through your veins. But amidst the heat, you felt a surge of courage welling up inside you, a sense of invincibility that urged you to embrace the moment. With a satisfied sigh, you set down the empty shot glass, the taste of adventure lingering on your lips.

The Uber pulled to a stop outside a grand white mansion, its facade illuminated by the glow of party lights and pulsating music. From the outside, the place looked alive, teeming with energy as people spilled both indoors and out, their laughter mingling with the night air.

With a nod of thanks, you and your friends bid farewell to the Uber driver, his parting words a simple "Have a good night" that seemed to echo with the promise of the evening ahead. As the car pulled away, you took a moment to soak in the scene before you, the excitement building with each passing second.

With eager anticipation, you and your friends made your way up to the front door, the sound of music growing louder with each step. The air was thick with anticipation, the promise of the night hanging heavy around you like a veil of excitement. As you crossed the threshold into the mansion, the energy of the party washed over you like a tidal wave, enveloping you in a whirlwind of laughter and music.

As one of your friends disappeared into the swirling crowd with a determined shout of "I'm gonna go get drinks!", a knot of anxiety tightened in the pit of your stomach. Alone amidst the throng of partygoers, you couldn't help but feel a sense of unease creeping in.

The room was packed with people, their laughter and chatter blending into a cacophony of sound that filled the air. Everywhere you looked, there were faces you didn't recognize, each one lost in their own world of revelry and excitement.

The enormity of the party seemed to loom over you like a daunting challenge, threatening to swallow you whole amidst the sea of unfamiliar faces and pulsating music. For a moment, you felt a pang of doubt, wondering if you belonged in a place so bustling with life and energy.

Feeling lost in the sea of partygoers, you were suddenly jolted from your thoughts as another friend caught you out of your gaze with a playful nudge. Sensing your nervousness, she looked at you with a mischievous smirk, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

"I can see those nerves from a mile away," she teased, her tone laced with amusement. "But don't worry, I know just the cure for that."

Intrigued by her confident demeanor, you raised an eyebrow in curiosity, eager to hear what she had in mind. With a knowing glint in her eye, she beckoned you to follow her through the crowd, her steps purposeful as she led you towards a quieter corner of the room. As you followed in her wake, a sense of anticipation bubbled within you, wondering what she had planned to banish your nerves and inject some excitement into the night.

As you followed your friend into the living room, you found yourself swept into a scene of vibrant chaos. Groups of people clustered around the couch, their animated voices blending into a symphony of excitement. Laughter and cheers filled the air, punctuated by the occasional clink of glasses and the thump of bass from the music.

Curiosity piqued, you furrowed your brows, wondering what had captured everyone's attention with such intensity. Pushing through the crowd, your friend leading the way, you edged closer, anticipation mounting with each step.

As you finally reached the heart of the gathering, you were met with a sight that both shocked and mesmerized you. A tall, dirty-blond haired boy stood before a coffee table, his figure outlined by the flickering light of the party. Beside him, a girl lay flat against the surface, her expression blissed out as she offered herself as a makeshift platform.

Your eyes widened in disbelief as you realized what was unfolding before you. The boy leaned down with slow, deliberate movements, his fingers delicately tracing the lines of cocaine arranged on the table. With a steady hand, he brought the powder to his nose, inhaling deeply as if savoring the moment.

The crowd erupted into cheers and applause, their enthusiasm bordering on frenzy as they egged him on. It was a scene that seemed to exist in its own bubble of hedonistic euphoria, disconnected from the world outside the confines of the party.

Beside you, your friend's expression mirrored your own shock, her eyes wide with disbelief. In that moment, as the cheers of the crowd continued to reverberate around you, you couldn't shake the feeling of unease settling in the pit of your stomach. This was more than just a party; it was a glimpse into a world of excess and indulgence that you had only ever heard about in whispers. And as you stood there, a silent witness to the chaos unfolding before you, you couldn't help but wonder what other secrets lay hidden beneath the surface of the night.

"This is crazy," you murmured into your friend's ear, your voice barely audible over the din of the crowd. Shock and disbelief colored your words as you watched the scene unfold before you, unable to tear your eyes away from the spectacle.

Beside you, your friend's gaze remained fixed on the unfolding drama, her expression a mix of amusement and intrigue. It was almost as if she found the chaos before you entertaining, a spectacle to be enjoyed from a safe distance. You couldn't help but feel a sense of unease creeping in at her reaction, a gnawing uncertainty that lingered in the back of your mind.

"Don't tell me you're thinking about doing this, Gia," you whispered to your friend, shaking your head in disbelief. The chaos unfolding before you was enough to make anyone's head spin, but the mischievous glimmer in her eyes hinted at a dangerous curiosity that sent a chill down your spine.

The idea of following suit, of diving headfirst into the reckless abandon on display, made your stomach churn with apprehension. This wasn't the kind of excitement you had signed up for, and you couldn't fathom why your friend would even consider such a risky endeavor.

But as you looked into her eyes, you realized that the allure of the moment was too strong to resist. The promise of adventure, of breaking free from the monotony of everyday life, beckoned to her like a siren's call, tempting her to throw caution to the wind and embrace the chaos unfolding before you.

With a resigned sigh, you knew that trying to dissuade her would be futile. The allure of the night was too powerful to ignore, and as much as you wished otherwise, you knew that she was determined to dive headfirst into whatever came her way.

As the cheers of the crowd continued to echo around you, you couldn't help but feel a sense of trepidation creeping in. This was a dangerous game they were playing, and you could only hope that they would emerge unscathed from the chaos that awaited them.

You met your friend's pleading gaze with a mixture of concern and disbelief. "Come on, Y/N, let's just try a little!" she urged, her voice tinged with excitement and anticipation.

A sense of apprehension gnawed at your insides as you hesitated, torn between the allure of the moment and the nagging voice of reason in the back of your mind. The idea of indulging in something so reckless and dangerous sent a shiver down your spine, but the pressure of the crowd and the promise of adventure weighed heavily on your shoulders.

With a reluctant sigh, you knew that resistance was futile. The energy of the party pulsed around you, intoxicating and electric, and the temptation to let go and lose yourself in the moment was too strong to ignore. Against your better judgment, you nodded hesitantly, steeling yourself for what was to come. This was a leap into the unknown, a step into the darkness that lay just beyond the edges of your comfort zone.

"Got room for two more?" Gia's voice cut through the chaos, her tone a mix of boldness and curiosity as she addressed the tall figure standing at the center of it all. His gaze snapped to her immediately, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips as he heard her plea.

The room seemed to hold its breath as all eyes turned to the interaction unfolding before them. The atmosphere crackled with anticipation, a palpable tension hanging in the air as Gia awaited his response.

With a casual tilt of his head, the mysterious figure regarded Gia with amusement, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Depends," he replied, his voice smooth and confident. "What are you bringing to the table?"

The challenge in his words hung heavy in the air, a silent dare for Gia to prove herself worthy of joining the inner circle of the party's most daring participants. And as she met his gaze with unwavering determination, you couldn't help but feel a surge of apprehension mixed with excitement.

Gia's response was swift and flirtatious, a playful glint in her eyes as she offered up a proposition that left the mysterious figure chuckling in amusement. With a shake of his head, he motioned for her to join him, his expression a mix of sarcasm and intrigue.

"Well, aren't you confident?" he chuckled, his voice laced with amusement as he extended a hand towards her. "I like that."

Gia flashed him a dazzling smile, her confidence unwavering as she sauntered over to him, the excitement practically radiating off her. "You have no idea," she replied with a wink, her tone dripping with flirtatious charm.

As she settled into the seat beside him, the mysterious figure turned to her with a smirk, a glint of mischief dancing in his eyes. "So, what's your name, fearless one?"

"Gia," she replied with a smirk of her own, her gaze locked with his. "And you?"

He chuckled at her boldness, leaning in closer as if to share a secret. "You can call me Rafe," he said, his voice low and smooth.

Meanwhile, you watched the exchange with a mixture of amusement and apprehension, unsure of what was to come. Gia shot you an excited glance, urging you to join them, but you hesitated, feeling a subtle tug of resistance in the pit of your stomach.

Despite your reluctance, Gia grabbed your wrist with a firm grip, dragging you forward through the crowd with a determined resolve. As you reluctantly followed her lead, the energy of the party pulsed around you like a living, breathing entity, filling you with a heady mix of excitement and uncertainty.

As Gia pulled you from the safety of the crowd, you couldn't shake the sensation of being exposed, vulnerable to the scrutiny of not only the partygoers but especially the intense gaze of the boy she was flirting with. Heat flooded your cheeks, a telltale sign of your discomfort, as you felt the weight of his gaze on you like a physical presence.

Every step closer to the couch felt like a journey into the unknown, the intensity of the moment elevating your unease to new heights. The blond boy watched you intently, his eyes seeming to bore into your very soul as you made your way across the room.

You tried to maintain a facade of composure, but inside, your nerves were in turmoil. The unfamiliarity of the situation left you feeling exposed, a sense of vulnerability creeping in as you approached the couch where Gia and Rafe awaited.

With each passing moment, the tension in the air seemed to thicken, wrapping around you like a suffocating embrace. You couldn't help but wonder what lay in store as you finally reached the couch, the weight of Rafe's gaze still burning into you with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine.

"So, you two ever done this before?" Rafe's smirk widened, mischief dancing in his eyes as he lined up the lines of coke in front of him. The question hung in the air like a heavy fog, suffocating you with its implications.

A lump formed in your throat as you struggled to find the right words. The intensity of the moment seemed to amplify, the weight of Rafe's gaze bearing down on you like a tangible force. You glanced at Gia, searching for some semblance of reassurance, but she remained composed, her expression unreadable.

The lines of coke glistened under the dim lights, each one a stark reminder of the choices laid out before you. The air seemed to crackle with anticipation, a silent invitation to join in the reckless abandon unfolding before you.

With a deep breath, you tried to steady your nerves, but the unease lingered, festering in the pit of your stomach like a dormant volcano. This was uncharted territory, a leap into the unknown that left you teetering on the edge of uncertainty.

As Rafe awaited your response, his smirk never faltering, you couldn't help but feel a sense of trepidation creeping in. The allure of the moment was undeniable, but the consequences loomed ominously on the horizon, casting a shadow over the otherwise electric atmosphere of the party.

"Nope," your friend spoke up, her voice surprisingly chipper despite the gravity of the situation. A preppy tone laced her words, a stark contrast to the tension that hung thick in the air. You glanced at her, bewildered and confused, wondering why she was taking the lead in this precarious moment.

Her gaze remained fixed on Rafe, her expression unyielding as she perked up at the sight of the substance before them. It was as if she was playing a part, masking any hint of uncertainty with an air of nonchalance.

You couldn't help but feel a surge of frustration and anxiety coursing through you. This wasn't the adventure you had signed up for, and yet here you were, dragged into a situation that left you feeling more exposed and vulnerable than ever.

As Rafe's smirk widened, a sense of foreboding settled over you like a dark cloud. The lines of coke gleamed under the dim lights, a silent temptation beckoning you to succumb to the chaos unfolding before you.

"Well, then which one of you wants to go first?" Rafe's voice cut through the tension, his smirk widening as he gestured towards the lines of cocaine laid out before them.

"I'll go first," Gia's unexpected eagerness to take the lead caught you off guard, her excitement palpable as she offered to go first. You couldn't help but look at her with a mixture of disbelief and concern, the weight of her decision settling heavily in the pit of your stomach.

Her eyes sparkled with anticipation, her expression filled with a reckless abandon that sent a shiver down your spine. It was as if she was oblivious to the risks involved, her eagerness blinding her to the potential consequences.

You opened your mouth to protest, to voice your concerns and urge her to reconsider, but the words caught in your throat. The intensity of the moment left you feeling powerless, a silent witness to the chaos unfolding before you.

With a sense of resignation, you watched as Gia leaned forward, her movements confident and deliberate as she prepared to indulge in the reckless abandon laid out before her. Despite the unease gnawing at your insides, you couldn't help but feel a pang of admiration for her fearlessness, even if it bordered on recklessness. As she prepared to take that fateful step, you couldn't shake the feeling of trepidation that settled over you like a heavy cloak.

You leaned in close, your voice barely a whisper as you voiced your concerns to Gia, asking if she really wanted to go through with this. But she brushed you off with a dismissive wave of her hand, her eyes focused solely on the line of cocaine laid out in front of her.

"Come on, Y/N, lighten up," she replied, her tone flippant as she waved off your concerns. "It's just a little fun."

Despite her attempts to downplay the gravity of the situation, you couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled in the pit of your stomach. The reckless abandon with which she approached the moment left you feeling helpless, a silent observer to her descent into the unknown.

With a heavy heart, you watched as she leaned forward, her movements deliberate as she prepared to take that fateful step. A sense of resignation washed over you as you realized that there was nothing more you could do to stop her.

As she disappeared into the haze of the moment, you couldn't help but feel a sense of sorrow and regret wash over you. This wasn't the adventure you had signed up for, and yet here you were, powerless to stop the chaos unfolding before you.

You found yourself transfixed by the sight of Rafe, his piercing azure eyes alight with a malevolent gleam as he watched Gia succumb to his subtle persuasion. There was a dark elegance to his demeanor, a predatory grace that sent a shiver down your spine as you observed him orchestrating the unraveling of the night's delicate tapestry.

In the flickering light of the party, his features were cast in shadow, the lines of his face sharp and defined against the backdrop of chaos. There was an otherworldly quality to him, as if he were a puppet master pulling the strings of those around him with effortless finesse.

As Gia disappeared into the swirling haze of the substance, her movements becoming increasingly erratic, you couldn't help but feel a sense of sorrow wash over you. It was as if she had fallen under his spell, ensnared by the allure of the moment without a second thought for the consequences that awaited.

The air around you crackled with tension, thick with the weight of uncertainty and regret. This wasn't just a party; it was a descent into the depths of darkness, a journey into the unknown that left you feeling lost and adrift in a sea of swirling emotions.

Your breath caught in your throat as you watched Gia succumb to the substance, her movements becoming increasingly erratic with each passing moment. A sense of dread washed over you as anxiety began to course through your body like a raging river, threatening to engulf you in its tumultuous currents.

Gia's groan of discomfort tore through the haze of the party, a stark reminder of the consequences of her impulsive decision. It was as if a veil had been lifted, revealing the harsh reality of the situation in all its starkness.

As you glanced up, you found Rafe's piercing gaze fixed on you, his eyes burning with an intensity that sent a chill down your spine. It was as if he were waiting, biding his time to lure you into his web of deception and temptation.

A shiver ran down your spine as you realized the gravity of the situation. You were teetering on the edge of a precipice, the allure of the night pulling you closer with each passing moment. But deep down, you knew that giving in to temptation would only lead to regret and despair.

"I need some air," you blurted out, the words escaping your lips in a rush as you hastily rose from the couch. With a sense of urgency propelling you forward, you made your way through the crowded room, the pulsating beat of the music fading into the background as you sought solace in the quiet confines of the kitchen.

The air was cooler here, the chaos of the party muffled by the walls that surrounded you. You took a deep breath, relishing the momentary reprieve from the overwhelming atmosphere of the living room. With each inhale, you felt the weight of the night's events slowly begin to lift from your shoulders. The dim light of the kitchen cast a soft glow over the room, offering a sense of serenity amidst the chaos that raged beyond its walls.

Desperate to distract yourself from the chaos unfolding around you, you made a beeline for the punch bowl on the counter. With shaky hands, you poured yourself a generous serving of the potent liquid, the rich aroma wafting up to meet your senses.

Without hesitation, you lifted the cup to your lips and took a long, deep sip, the cool liquid burning a path down your throat. The sharp tang of alcohol cut through the haze of uncertainty that clouded your mind, offering a fleeting sense of solace amidst the turmoil.

You drank quickly, gulping down the fiery liquid as if it were the only thing anchoring you to reality in the midst of the storm. With each swallow, you felt the tension in your muscles begin to ease, the tight knot of anxiety in your chest slowly unraveling.

But even as you sought refuge in the numbing embrace of the alcohol, a nagging voice in the back of your mind reminded you of the dangers that lurked just beyond the surface. You knew that this was only a temporary reprieve, a fleeting escape from the harsh realities of the night.

As you set the empty cup down on the counter, a sense of calm began to settle over you, the sharp edges of your anxiety blunted by the comforting embrace of the alcohol. But as you turned around, ready to rejoin the chaos of the party, you were taken by surprise to find the same tall, lanky boy from earlier standing before you.

His presence loomed large in the dimly lit kitchen, his azure eyes glittering with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine. Despite the chaos that raged around you, the room seemed to fall silent in his wake, as if time itself had come to a standstill.

For a moment, you found yourself unable to look away, captivated by the enigmatic aura that surrounded him. There was something magnetic about him, a sense of allure that drew you in despite your better judgment.

As he regarded you with a knowing smile, you felt a surge of unease ripple through you. It was as if he could see straight through the facade you had carefully constructed, peeling back the layers of pretense to reveal the raw vulnerability that lay beneath. His voice, smooth and rich like dark velvet, sliced through the heavy air of the kitchen, a gentle caress against your senses. Startled, you turned to find him standing there, his tall frame looming before you like a solitary sentinel in the dimly lit room.

"You alright? You left pretty abruptly back there," he inquired, his azure eyes capturing yours with a mesmerizing intensity. There was a warmth in his voice, a subtle undercurrent of concern that sent a flutter through your chest.

You felt a rush of blood to your cheeks as you struggled to gather your thoughts, his unexpected presence leaving you momentarily speechless. His concern was palpable, hanging between you like a delicate thread, drawing you closer in its embrace.

"I… uh…" Your words faltered, lost in the depths of his gaze. A faint blush tinted your cheeks as you searched for an explanation, a reason to justify your abrupt departure from the chaos of the living room.

In that fleeting moment, time seemed to stand still, the world around you fading into the background as you were enveloped by the magnetic pull of his presence. It was as if you were caught in a trance, unable to look away from the captivating allure of the stranger before you.

But as his gaze softened, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips, you felt a sense of relief wash over you. There was understanding in his eyes, a silent acknowledgment of the tumultuous emotions that had driven you to seek solace in the quiet sanctuary of the kitchen.

"I just needed some air," you finally managed to murmur, your voice barely a whisper against the backdrop of the night. It was a simple explanation, but one that carried the weight of your inner turmoil.

His smile widened, a gesture of reassurance that filled you with a sense of warmth. "I understand," he replied, his words a gentle echo in the silence. "Parties can be overwhelming sometimes."

As you exchanged a brief smile, a sense of connection blossomed between you, bridging the divide that had separated you moments before. In that fleeting exchange, you realized that perhaps he wasn't just a stranger passing through the night.

"Yeah, this isn't really... my thing," you chuckled softly, your laughter a delicate melody that danced on the air. But beneath the lightness of your tone, there was a hint of vulnerability, a subtle admission of discomfort that lingered in the spaces between your words.

Your gaze remained fixed on your fingernails, your fingers tracing invisible patterns on their surface as you fidgeted with nervous energy. It was as if you were unable to meet the boy's gaze directly, the weight of his presence leaving you feeling exposed and vulnerable.

The silence stretched between you, heavy with unspoken words and unspoken truths. You could feel his gaze lingering on you, a silent observer to the turmoil that churned within you. In that moment, you wished for nothing more than to disappear into the shadows, to escape the intensity of his scrutiny and the weight of your own insecurities. But try as you might, you couldn't shake the feeling of being trapped in the spotlight, the focus of his attention burning like a spotlight against your skin.

"The parties or the coke?" he chuckled, his voice laced with sarcasm as he teased you. His words hung in the air between you, a playful challenge that danced on the edge of familiarity.

You couldn't help but smile at his teasing, a flicker of amusement lighting up your features despite the lingering tension that lingered between you. His playful banter offered a welcome distraction from the weight of the night's events, a momentary reprieve from the chaos that surrounded you.

With a playful glint in your eye, you met his gaze with a hint of defiance. "Both," you replied, your tone matching his sarcasm with ease. It was a simple retort, but one that carried a hint of truth beneath its surface.

He chuckled again, the sound reverberating through the air like a low rumble of thunder, sending a shiver down your spine. You felt his gaze linger on you, tracing an invisible path up and down your body as you stood there, pinned against the counter with nowhere to run or hide.

A sense of vulnerability washed over you as you met his gaze, the intensity of his scrutiny leaving you feeling exposed and defenseless. It was as if he could see straight through the facade you had carefully constructed, peeling back the layers of pretense to reveal the raw vulnerability that lay beneath.

As he inched closer, his presence loomed over you like a shadow, casting a veil of darkness over the already dimly lit kitchen. You felt as if you were shrinking in the wake of his towering stature, your own sense of presence diminishing in comparison.

With each step he took, you could feel your heart rate quicken, a flutter of panic rising in your chest. It was as if you were caught in a trap, ensnared by the magnetic pull of his gaze and the palpable tension that hung between you.

As he peered down at you, his features softened for a fleeting moment, a flicker of empathy shining in his eyes. It was a brief respite from the overwhelming intensity of his presence, a small glimmer of understanding in the midst of the chaos that surrounded you.

But as quickly as it had appeared, the moment passed, and you were once again left to grapple with the unstuble fear that plastered your face. In that fleeting exchange, you realized that perhaps he wasn't just a stranger passing through the night, but rather a mirror reflecting the depths of your own vulnerabilities back at you.

"I never got your name," he spoke softly, his voice a gentle whisper that cut through the tension like a knife. There was a sincerity in his gaze, a genuine curiosity that sparked a flicker of warmth within you.

You shifted uncomfortably under his scrutiny, feeling a flush creep up your cheeks as you met his gaze. "Y/N," you responded sheepishly, your voice barely above a whisper.

His lips curved into a small smile, a gesture of appreciation for your honesty. "Y/N," he repeated, testing the sound of your name on his lips as if savoring its taste.

"So, what brought you here if this isn't your thing?" he inquired, his voice gentle yet curious, as if he were genuinely interested in unraveling the mystery of your presence amidst the chaos of the party.

You swallowed the lump in your throat, grappling with the weight of his question. Uncertainty clouded your thoughts as you debated how to respond, unsure whether his inquiry stemmed from genuine curiosity or mere flirtation.

For a moment, you felt a flicker of vulnerability, a nagging doubt that whispered in the recesses of your mind. Was he truly interested in unraveling the complexities of your presence at the party, or was he merely toying with you for the night?

With a deep breath, you pushed aside your reservations, choosing to take a leap of faith in the midst of uncertainty. "My friends brought me here," you admitted, your voice soft yet resolute. "They thought it might help me get over a breakup."

As the words left your lips, you felt a surge of raw emotion wash over you, the weight of your confession hanging heavy in the air between you. It was a vulnerable admission, a glimpse into the depths of your heartache and longing.

You braced yourself for his response, uncertain of what to expect. Would he offer words of comfort and understanding, or would he dismiss your vulnerability with a casual wave of his hand?

His eyebrows raised, a flicker of surprise crossing his features as if he were stunned by your confession. "What dumbass would break up with you?" he exclaimed, his tone incredulous and tinged with disbelief.

For a moment, you were taken aback by his candid response, the raw honesty of his words catching you off guard. It was a stark contrast to the playful banter that had characterized your conversation thus far, a glimpse into the genuine concern that lurked beneath the surface.

You felt a warmth spread through you at his words, a faint blush tinting your cheeks as you met his gaze. Despite the tumultuous emotions that churned within you, there was a sense of validation in his words, a reassurance that you were maybe worthy of devotion and respect.

You laughed drily, the sound echoing softly in the dimly lit kitchen as you offered your response. "He broke up with me because he's going off to college soon," you admitted, your voice tinged with a hint of resignation.

There was a bitter irony to the situation, a cruel twist of fate that left you grappling with the aftermath of a decision that had shattered your world. In that moment, you couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness at the memory of the relationship that had once held so much promise.

As you met his gaze, you saw a flicker of understanding in his eyes, a silent acknowledgment of the complexities of your situation. In that fleeting exchange, you realized that perhaps you weren't alone in your struggles, that others too bore the weight of their own burdens and regrets.

"Well, that seems like his loss. I don't think I could forgive myself if I lost a girl who looks like you," he remarked, his voice soft yet earnest.

His words caught you off guard, a surge of warmth spreading through you at the sincerity in his tone. Despite the lingering doubts and insecurities that plagued your mind, there was a glimmer of validation in his words, a reassurance that you were worthy of love and admiration. For a moment, you were rendered speechless, the weight of his compliment hanging heavy in the air between you. It was a simple gesture, but one that carried a profound impact.

You gave him a soft smile, a faint glimmer of gratitude dancing in your eyes, but you couldn't help but shake your head in disbelief at his words. "Yeah, sure," you muttered quietly, the words tinged with a hint of skepticism.

Despite the warmth of his compliment, there was a part of you that struggled to accept it, a nagging voice of doubt that whispered in the recesses of your mind. It was hard to reconcile his kind words with the insecurities that still lingered within you, a constant reminder of the wounds that had yet to heal.

His earnestness caught you off guard, and you couldn't help but feel a flicker of warmth spread through you at his sincerity. "No, I'm serious," he insisted, his voice gentle yet firm. "I mean, I've been to many of these parties in my life, and I can tell you honestly, I haven't seen a girl that comes close to the way you look."

His words hung in the air between you, carrying a weight of truth that resonated deep within you. Despite your initial skepticism, there was something genuine in his tone, a sincerity that stirred something within your heart.

You cocked an eyebrow at him, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of your lips as you tilted your head in mock curiosity. "Sure didn't seem like it when you were flirting with my friend back there," you teased, the sarcasm heavy in your voice.

His chuckle echoed softly in the air, a musical counterpoint to the playful banter that danced between you. There was a lightness to the moment, a shared understanding that transcended the uncertainties that lingered in the air.

"Ah, that was just jokes," he shrugged, his tone casual as he took a swig of his beer nonchalantly.

His easy dismissal of the earlier flirtation with your friend brought a smirk to your lips, a playful glint dancing in your eyes. It was a reminder of the fleeting nature of the moment, a recognition that sometimes laughter and banter were simply part of the dance of life.

With a nod of understanding, you let out a soft chuckle, the tension of the moment dissipating like wisps of smoke in the night air. In that simple exchange, you found a sense of camaraderie, a shared acknowledgment of the lightheartedness that often accompanied the chaos of a party.

"Oh, I'm sure, and if she would've tried to sleep with you, that would've been a joke too, right?" you quipped, a hint of sarcasm lacing your words as you raised an eyebrow at him.

The playful jab elicited a chuckle from him, a glimmer of amusement dancing in his eyes as he met your gaze. It was a moment of shared understanding, a recognition of the absurdity of the situation and the power of laughter to bridge the gap between strangers. With a nod of agreement, he offered a sheepish grin, his expression softened by the warmth of your banter.

"You're a sarcastic one, aren't you?" he remarked, a playful glint in his eyes as he observed your witty banter.

You couldn't help but grin at his observation, a sense of pride swelling within you at the recognition of your sharp tongue. "Guilty as charged," you replied with a smirk, a hint of mischief dancing in your voice. The exchange brought a sense of levity to the moment, a shared understanding of the playful dynamics that had unfolded between you.

"I like it," he remarked with a grin, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

The simple affirmation brought a smile to your lips, a warmth spreading through you at his acceptance of your sarcasm. It was a small but significant gesture, a tacit acknowledgment of the unique bond that had formed between you in the midst of chaos.

You rolled your eyes playfully at his comment, a smirk tugging at the corners of your lips. "Of course you do," you teased, the sarcasm dripping from your words like honey.

His laughter filled the air, a melodic counterpoint to your playful banter. It was a moment of shared understanding, a recognition of the quirks and idiosyncrasies that made each of you unique.

"You're pretty funny, Y/N. How come I haven't seen you around before? You just move here?" he asked, genuine curiosity coloring his tone.

You chuckled at his question, a small smile playing on your lips. "Nah, I've been around," you replied casually, a hint of mystery in your voice. "Just haven't crossed paths, I guess."

There was a subtle shift in the air, a shared moment of intrigue as you exchanged glances. In that fleeting exchange, you felt a sense of anticipation, a silent acknowledgment of the possibilities that lay ahead.

With a nod of understanding, he flashed you a smile, his eyes alight with curiosity. "Well, I'm glad we finally met," he said with a grin, his words carrying a note of sincerity.

You gave him a soft, small smile and nodded in agreement with him. "By the way, whose house is this anyways? It's huge," you remarked, glancing around at the lavish surroundings.

Rafe chuckled softly, a hint of sheepishness coloring his expression as he admitted, "Actually, it's me and my family's home."

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise, your gaze flicking around the opulent surroundings with newfound appreciation. "Wow, really?" you exclaimed, impressed by the revelation. "It's incredible."

He nodded, a smile playing on his lips as he glanced around the expansive space. "Yeah, it's been in the family for generations," he explained, a note of pride in his voice. "I like to throw these parties every now and then."

You couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at the realization, the grandeur of the mansion suddenly taking on a new significance. "Well, you certainly know how to host a party," you remarked, offering him a warm smile.

Rafe grinned in response, a sense of camaraderie blossoming between you. "Thanks," he replied, his eyes meeting yours with a hint of warmth. "Glad you're enjoying yourself."

You hummed a soft, breathy laugh in response, a playful twinkle in your eyes. "Yeah, as much as I can," you replied, your voice laced with a hint of mischief.

Rafe chuckled warmly at your response, a gentle glimmer of amusement in his eyes. "Well, if you need a getaway from all the madness, I can show you around upstairs," he offered, his voice tinged with sincerity.

You raised your eyebrow at him, your eyes widening a bit as you questioned his motives through your facial expression. Sensing your skepticism, Rafe held his hands up in defense, his expression earnest.

"I didn't mean it like that," he clarified quickly. "It's just a quieter place if you need to have a moment to yourself for a bit. I know these parties can be a lot to some people."

His words washed over you, a sense of understanding dawning in your eyes as you processed his genuine intentions. With a small nod of appreciation, you offered him a soft smile, grateful for his thoughtfulness.

"Thanks, Rafe," you replied, sincerity coloring your voice. "I could definitely use a breather."

With a warm smile, Rafe gestured for you to follow him as he led the way towards the tranquility of the upper floors. As you ascended the stairs together, a sense of gratitude washed over you, thankful for the chance to escape the chaos of the party and find a moment of peace in the stranger's company.

As you walked up the stairs behind Rafe, your gaze wandered to the family portraits hanging on the walls. You observed them with curiosity, taking note of the familiar faces captured in time.

Your attention was drawn to the two girls in the portraits, and you couldn't help but squint at the image of the older one, a flicker of recognition crossing your features. "Is that your sister? I think I've seen her around before," you remarked, your voice tinged with curiosity.

Rafe turned around, his expression faltering slightly as he followed your gaze to the portrait you were pointing to. "Yeah, that's my younger sister, Sarah," he confirmed, a hint of trepidation in his voice. "She likes to hang around with the Pogues, so you've probably seen her running around somewhere with them."

You nodded in understanding, recalling the group of friends known as the Pogues and the reputation they had around town. "Ah, I see," you replied, a thoughtful expression crossing your features as you processed the information.

As you walked behind Rafe, you couldn't help but wonder why he seemed slightly annoyed when talking about his sister. However, you quickly brushed it off, chalking it up to the normal dynamic of older siblings feeling annoyed with their younger counterparts. After all, it was a common trope that transcended families and generations.

Despite your curiosity, you decided not to dwell on it too much, preferring to focus on the present moment and the journey through the upper floors of the mansion with Rafe. There were plenty of other things to occupy your thoughts, and you didn't want to read too much into a passing expression.

As you approached one of the doors in the hallway, Rafe swiftly opened it and guided you inside. "This is our library room," he explained, gesturing around the spacious chamber. "Bunch of old books and stuff in here that my dad collected over time."

You stepped into the room, feeling a sense of reverence wash over you at the sight of the rows of shelves lined with dusty tomes. The air was heavy with the scent of aged paper and leather bindings, lending the room a timeless quality that was both comforting and mysterious.

"Wow, this is incredible," you remarked, your voice barely above a whisper as you took in the sight. "I love old books."

Rafe nodded in agreement, a hint of pride in his expression as he surveyed the room. "Yeah, it's pretty cool," he admitted, his tone tinged with nostalgia. "My dad used to spend hours in here, lost in his own little world."

You listened with interest as Rafe shared stories of his father and the memories they had shared in the library room. There was a warmth to his words, a sense of reverence for the past that resonated deeply with you.

You marveled at the library room, feeling a pang of envy as you took in its grandeur. "I've never seen anything like this. I wish my parents built some cool room in our house. The most we have is a spare bedroom that's collecting dust," you confessed, a hint of longing in your voice.

Rafe glanced at you sympathetically, understanding the sentiment behind your words. "Yeah, I guess we're lucky in that regard," he replied, his tone gentle. "But hey, you never know what the future holds. Maybe one day you'll have your own cool room to escape to."

You smiled at his optimism, grateful for his reassuring words. "I wish," you replied, a sense of hope blossoming within you.

As you observed the bookshelves closer, your eyes became fixated on one in particular, and they lit up with recognition when you saw it. "Oh my gosh, I love this book," you exclaimed, your voice filled with excitement, as you reached out to carefully remove it from the shelf. Turning to face Rafe, you eagerly opened up the first page.

"Little Women?" Rafe's eyes widened in surprise and amusement as he nodded, a smile playing on his lips. "That used to be one of my mom's favorites," he replied, a hint of fondness and nostalgia in his voice.

You looked up at Rafe for a brief moment, noticing the hint of sadness that flickered across his features. Your heart sank as you realized the reason behind his use of the past tense when referring to his mom. Before you could respond, he spoke up again, as if sensing your thoughts.

"My mom left us when I was in middle school," he explained, his voice tinged with a mix of resignation and bitterness. "She just kind of packed up and ran off somewhere one day, who knows."

You felt a pang of sympathy for Rafe as you listened to his words. It must have been incredibly difficult for him and his family to cope with such a sudden and unexpected loss. "I'm so sorry," you murmured softly, reaching out to place a comforting hand on his arm.

Rafe offered you a small, sad smile, a silent acknowledgment of your empathy. "Thanks," he replied quietly, his gaze drifting back to the bookshelves.

Sensing Rafe's stoicism at the mention of his mother, you didn't want to push any boundaries or dwell on the topic further. Instead, you decided to revert back to the book itself, attempting to change the subject.

"I think I read this book twenty times in high school. I had a bit of a fixation on it for a while," you joked, a playful glint in your eyes as you chuckled softly, hoping to lighten the mood.

Rafe's expression softened slightly at your attempt to shift the conversation, a ghost of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Yeah? It's definitely a classic," he agreed, his voice carrying a hint of amusement.

"Amy was my favorite. I think I loved it so much because I could relate to her," you confessed, a wistful smile tugging at your lips as you reflected on the character.

"What do you mean by that?" Rafe's question pulled you out of your reverie, and you looked up at him, meeting his gaze with surprise. His expression was one of genuine interest, as if he was trying to read your expression and understand the meaning behind your words.

"Well, I'm the youngest of my siblings, all sisters, just like her," you confessed, a wistful laugh escaping your lips. "But my one sister, Charlie, she's just... good at everything she does, and because of that, I've always come second to her."

There was a hint of melancholy in your tone, a vulnerability that you rarely allowed others to see. You felt a weight lift off your shoulders as you shared your innermost thoughts with Rafe, grateful for his understanding and support.

Rafe's eyes softened with understanding as he listened to your words. "I'm sorry to hear that," he replied gently, his voice filled with sympathy. "It can be tough when you feel like you're constantly living in someone else's shadow."

As you opened up about your experiences, you noticed a hint of understanding in Rafe's voice, as if he had lived through the very scenario you were talking about. It piqued your curiosity, sparking a desire to learn more about his own experiences and struggles.

"Have you ever felt like that too?" you asked tentatively, your voice filled with genuine curiosity as you looked up at Rafe, searching for clues in his expression.

Rafe hesitated for a moment, his gaze flickering with a mixture of emotions before he finally nodded, a quiet acknowledgment of your question. "Yeah, I have," he admitted softly, his voice tinged with vulnerability.

As you sighed, accepting Rafe's short answer and not wanting to pry any longer, you simply nodded in understanding. "Sorry, I don't mean to pry, I just..."

Before you could finish your sentence, Rafe cut in, his voice gentle yet sincere. "No, it's okay," he reassured you, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Most people only talk to me about surface-level things. It's kind of nice to talk about deep stuff like this."

His admission caught you off guard, and you couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude for his openness. "Yeah, I agree," you replied softly, a sense of warmth spreading through you. "I guess I'm kind of an open book about these things."

"That's not a bad thing," Rafe remarked, his tone gentle as he looked down at you with a small smile. "Just means you haven't let the world close you off."

You looked up at Rafe with a smile on your face, your eyes lighting up at his words as they touched you deeply. "Yeah, I guess you're right," you replied, your voice filled with warmth and appreciation.

The room seemed to hold its breath as you and Rafe locked gazes, a tranquil pause settling between you like a soft, comforting blanket. In the gentle hush, the world outside faded away, leaving only the two of you suspended in time.

As your eyes met, you found yourself drawn into the depths of Rafe's gaze, each flicker of emotion reflected in the pools of his eyes captivating you. His features, illuminated by the soft glow of the room, seemed to hold a timeless beauty that begged to be memorized, every curve and line etched into your mind's eye with tender care.

In that suspended moment, it felt as though the universe had conspired to bring you together, allowing you to bask in the quiet intimacy of shared understanding. There was a sense of serenity in the air, a silent exchange of unspoken truths that bound you together in an invisible thread of connection.

As you drank in the sight of each other, you couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder at the sheer magnitude of the moment. It was as if the universe had granted you a fleeting glimpse into the depths of each other's souls, allowing you to see beyond the surface and into the heart of who you truly were.

With a shared smile, you and Rafe lingered in the silence, savoring the beauty of the moment as if trying to capture it in your hearts forever. In that sacred space between you, time seemed to stand still, allowing you to exist wholly in the presence of each other, lost in the mesmerizing dance of two souls.

The sudden interruption shattered the tranquility of the moment as your phone buzzed insistently in your pocket, demanding attention. With a reluctant sigh, you retrieved it, noting a message from one of your friends, signaling their readiness to leave.

"Be there in a sec," you quickly typed in response, fingers moving deftly over the screen before tucking the device back into the pocket of your skirt.

As you looked back up at Rafe, you couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment at the interruption. The spell of the moment had been broken, replaced by the looming reality of departure.

"Looks like I've got to head out," you explained apologetically, a hint of regret coloring your voice as you prepared to leave the warmth of the library room behind.

"It was nice meeting you, Y/N," Rafe said, his voice soft with genuine warmth. "I hope to see you around sometime again."

You smiled at his words, feeling a flutter of appreciation at the sincerity in his tone. "Likewise, Rafe," you replied, returning his sentiment with equal sincerity. "I'll definitely keep an eye out for you."

There was a shared understanding in that moment, a silent acknowledgment of the possibility of future encounters. As you bid each other farewell, you couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation, wondering what the future might hold and if fate would indeed bring you together once more. With a final nod, you turned to leave, the memory of your brief but meaningful encounter with Rafe leaving a lingering warmth in your heart.

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a-d-nox · 26 days

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pac/pap: how can you rejuvenate yourself this spring

take what resonates leave what doesn't - nothing is 100% for you because these aren't personalized so please no angry comments or dms about what i am saying not being a good fit for you or that you "don't claim" just keep scrolling if that is the case. be kind, self reflect, and have fun.

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it is time to hit a rest button - it is not too late for you to begin again. take inventory of life right now. what needs to go in your life? when you identify these things, habits, and people, realize that now is the time to declutter. keeping these things, habits, and people in your life is just holding you back and sabotaging you from living your best life.

now is the time to be more empathetic, compassionate and emotionally intelligent - start with yourself first and foremost. life is hard and at the end of the day it is just you against the world, so be kind and protect yourself. create boundaries to protect yourself from others who are trying to disturb your peace.

lead others and be a voice of authority and stability in the tough times ahead. try your best to remain calm and hold your ground. rely on your instincts to be mature and confident around others that might try to knock you down. now might be the time for you to take a trip so that you can cool off and get away from situations that might be negatively effecting you.

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celebrate everything you can. reflect on where you are in life and what you have achieved - celebrate it. the more you show enthusiasm, the more you will find yourself feeling pleased in life. you have to balance all that hard work someway, so do so in a way that brings you joy (shop, go out, take a trip, etc).

this the spring is an end of something and the start of something entirely new. let it end - allow yourself to see everything that has happened as a lesson (nothing is without purpose). peace is coming so just practice some gratitude in the meantime, and you will find yourself in a better spot. start making space for new things.

you are fighting for your happiness, but i feel like more and more challenges and obstacles are bound to arise. be assertive and strategic instead of defensive. show courage in the face of adversity. listen to your intuition during this time - the storm isn't over yet. focus only on what you can control and do so with grace.

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now is the time to be a bit more confident in yourself - you need to trust that you are capable of anything. have faith in the universe that it will protect you as you begin to live life more authentically and in the way you wish to. don't hesitate, don't worry about looking weak, and be comfortable with being vulnerable.

self-reflecting is a good thing but i get the sense that you might a bit too hard on yourself. release yourself from these harsh judgments - you aren't perfect, no one is so accept things that you view as faults/wrongdoings and move on. it does you no good to be too self-critical. look at spring as if this a new beginning - nothing from your past needs to be connected too you. begin again with a new outlook on life.

take breaks when you need them. you are hard on yourself so please take any chances you can to calm your mind and try out some introspection in regards to the pervious paragraph. are you creating your own stress and anxiety? meditation and sleep might be the cure - so rest, self-reflect, breathe, and calm yourself.

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Hello! So I had this Poly!Volturi Knights x Reader idea

Where (y/n) went to a “Red and Black ball”(you can pick the readers outfit if you want) made by the Volturi kings themselves.

And during their time at the ball they made eye contact with each of the knights as they walked pass by them

Almost like a slow motion moment Yknow😅

This is so cool I can definitely do this and I’ll even have it as each of their povs further down in this

↱ queen of the ball ↰

➘ summary : the volturi goes all out for their newest member, it’s a good thing they are hosting a ball tonight

➘ a/n : I don’t feel I did my best for this but I hope you enjoy it nevertheless :)

➘ Jane x Alec x reader x demetri x felix , volturi x reader

The grand halls of the Volturi castle were adorned with opulent decorations, a tapestry of black and red intertwining to create an ambiance of both elegance and power. The anticipation was palpable as guests from all corners of the vampire world gathered for the much-awaited black and red ball, hosted by the Volturi kings themselves.

In a secluded chamber within the castle, the newest member of the Volturi, (Y/N), stood before a full-length mirror. She was surrounded by a whirlwind of activity as skilled hands worked to transform her appearance. The dress that had been meticulously designed for her lay across a chair, a masterpiece of black silk with intricate red accents that mimicked the patterns of rose petals.

Marcus, known for his impeccable taste and eye for design, had overseen every detail of the dress's creation. He had chosen to infuse it with an air of enchantment, a nod to the fairy tales that humans so often told. The dress clung to her figure in all the right places, the red accents tracing delicate lines that emphasized her natural beauty.

Aro, with his flair for the dramatic, had arranged for a hairstylist and makeup artist to enhance (Y/N)'s features. Her (h/c) hair was woven into an intricate updo, adorned with delicate red crystals that caught the light and shimmered like stars. The makeup artist had worked magic with brushes and pigments, enhancing her eyes and lips in a way that accentuated her allure without overpowering her natural radiance.

As the finishing touches were applied, (Y/N)'s reflection stared back at her with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. This was a night of celebration, a chance for her to make her mark within the Volturi and to showcase her newfound place as a member of their family. She had been embraced by the kings, and tonight, she would step into her role with grace and poise.

With a final flourish, her reflection smiled back at her, and the transformation was complete. She turned to face the attendants, gratitude filling her eyes. "Thank you all. I never imagined I would be part of such an extraordinary event."

Caius, whose taste leaned towards luxury and indulgence, entered the room, holding a pair of red and black heels with a glass-like sheen. "To complete the ensemble," he declared, a rare hint of a smile tugging at his lips. The shoes were a work of art, a perfect match to the dress that had been crafted with such care.

Finally ready, (Y/N) took one last look in the mirror before stepping out into the bustling hallway. The whispers of admiration that followed her as she walked towards the ballroom were a testament to the effort that had been put into her transformation. The dress swirled around her with each step, the red accents catching the light and creating an ethereal glow.

As she entered the ballroom, the atmosphere shifted. All eyes turned towards her, the sea of black and red parting to make way for her presence. The Volturi kings stood at the center, their gazes filled with approval and a touch of awe. Aro's grin was infectious, and Caius's nod of approval held more weight than she could have hoped for.

Marcus approached her, his calm demeanor softened by a smile. "You look stunning, my dear. Your mates will surely love seeing you in this."

With each note of the music that filled the air, (Y/N) felt the weight of her new role lifting. She was not just a member of the Volturi; she was a part of a family that celebrated her, appreciated her, and had dressed her in a gown fit for a modern Cinderella.

Demetri's eyes were fixed on the entrance to the grand ballroom, his heart pounding with an excitement he couldn't contain. He had heard the whispers and the anticipatory hum that had swept through the castle, signaling the arrival of someone special. And then, like a vision materializing from his most fervent dreams, she appeared.

(Y/N) walked into the room, her presence captivating everyone in its wake. His breath caught in his throat as his gaze traveled down her figure, taking in the sight of the black Cinderella-like dress with its delicate red accents. The dress hugged her curves with a grace that left him momentarily speechless.

The red accents seemed to dance like flames against the darkness of the dress, creating an enchanting contrast that mirrored her captivating aura. Her (h/c) hair was elegantly styled, adorned with crimson crystals that caught the light and shimmered like stars in the night sky. The makeup that enhanced her features was a masterpiece, drawing his attention to her mesmerizing eyes and the curve of her lips.

Every step she took seemed to be guided by an otherworldly elegance, as if the very air around her recognized her significance. Demetri's heart swelled with pride as he watched her, a fierce possessiveness welling up within him. She was his mate, a beacon of beauty that had captured his heart and soul from the moment they had met.

Her eyes scanned the room, a mixture of curiosity and wonder reflecting in their depths. It was as if she was seeing the grandeur of the ballroom for the first time, and in a way, he realized, she was. This was her introduction to the world of the Volturi, and he was both honored and anxious to be a part of this pivotal moment in her life.

Demetri's thoughts raced as he continued to watch her. The way she moved, the way she interacted with the other guests—everything about her was a testament to her innate grace and charm. He knew that this was a night she would remember, a night that would etch itself into her memory just as indelibly as it would in his.

As the music swelled and couples began to dance, Demetri found himself unable to tear his gaze away from her. She was the center of attention, the embodiment of the beauty and elegance that the night represented. And in that moment, he knew that he was the luckiest man alive to have her as his mate, to witness her in all her glory as she graced the ballroom with her presence.

Jane's crimson eyes were fixed on the entrance to the ballroom, her usually impassive expression betraying a flicker of anticipation. She had heard the whispers and felt the subtle shift in the atmosphere, signaling the arrival of someone who held a special place in her heart. And then, as if stepping out of a fairy tale, (Y/N) walked into the room.

A rare warmth spread through Jane's chest as she took in the sight before her. The black Cinderella-like dress with its intricate red accents was a striking choice that perfectly complemented (Y/N)'s allure. Jane's lips curved into a small, genuine smile as she recognized the dress as a creation from Marcus's impeccable taste. It seemed that even the reserved Volturi kings could not resist the allure of such an enchanting design.

(Y/N) moved with a grace that demanded attention, her every step exuding confidence and elegance. Jane's gaze lingered on the red accents, noting how they seemed to capture the light and create a luminous effect against the dark fabric. Her (h/c) hair was styled in a way that emphasized her beauty without overpowering it, and the makeup highlighted her delicate features.

The transformation was remarkable, turning (Y/N) into a vision that was hard to ignore. Jane's heart swelled with a mixture of emotions, a potent blend of pride and possessiveness. This was her mate, someone who had captured her heart and whose presence held an undeniable significance in her life.

As (Y/N)'s gaze swept across the room, Jane couldn't help but admire the way her eyes sparkled with curiosity and wonder. She was taking in the grandeur of the ballroom, a place that was undoubtedly foreign to her. Jane felt a desire to protect (Y/N) from the attention and scrutiny that came with being a part of the Volturi, even as she recognized (Y/N)'s inner strength.

The music resonated through the air, couples twirling and dancing to its rhythm. Jane's attention, however, remained solely on (Y/N). She watched as (Y/N) interacted with the other guests, her genuine smile and the ease with which she carried herself drawing people to her like moths to a flame.

In that moment, Jane was overcome with a sense of gratitude. She knew that finding a mate was a rare and precious gift, and having (Y/N) by her side was a privilege she cherished. As the night unfolded, Jane knew that this would be a memory she would hold onto—a memory of the night she watched her mate, resplendent in a black dress with red accents, make her mark in the world of vampires and within the depths of Jane's own heart.

Alec's gaze was unwavering as he stood at the edge of the ballroom, his typically calm demeanor masking the rush of emotions that surged within him. The anticipation in the air was almost palpable, the collective excitement of the guests adding to the electric atmosphere. And then, like a beacon of elegance and beauty, (Y/N) walked into the room.

His breath caught in his throat as his eyes locked onto her figure. The black Cinderella-like dress adorned with delicate red accents clung to her form in a way that seemed almost poetic. Alec's lips curved into a rare, genuine smile as he recognized the elegance of the dress as a creation of Marcus's meticulous design.

(Y/N)'s every movement was a symphony of grace, her steps measured yet exuding a confidence that drew all eyes toward her. Alec's gaze lingered on the red accents that seemed to come alive under the light, casting a mesmerizing glow against the backdrop of the night. Her (h/c) hair, styled with a touch of understated glamour, framed her face in a way that enhanced her natural beauty.

Alec's heart swelled with a mixture of emotions as he watched her. There was a sense of pride that she was his mate, a feeling of possessiveness that he had never experienced before. Her transformation was remarkable, turning her into a vision that was both captivating and enchanting.

(Y/N) turned her head slightly, her eyes scanning the room with a mix of curiosity and wonder. Alec's heart skipped a beat as he imagined what thoughts might be passing through her mind. She was stepping into a world vastly different from her own, and he couldn't help but feel an urge to shield her from the complexities that came with their world.

The music filled the air, couples swaying to its rhythm, but Alec's focus remained solely on (Y/N). He watched as she interacted with others, her genuine smile and engaging presence drawing people to her effortlessly. He admired her strength and warmth, traits that had won him over from the moment they had met.

As the night unfolded, Alec knew that this moment would remain etched in his memory. Watching (Y/N) navigate the intricacies of their world, dressed in the black and red ensemble that mirrored her grace and beauty, was a memory he would treasure forever. She was not only a part of his world but a part of his very soul, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude that fate had brought them together.

Felix's dark eyes remained fixed on the entrance to the ballroom, his usually composed demeanor betraying a subtle restlessness. He had heard the murmurs and sensed the excitement that hung in the air like static, announcing the arrival of a special guest. And then, as if emerging from the depths of his most cherished dreams, (Y/N) stepped into view.

A slow, appreciative smile tugged at the corners of his lips as his gaze traveled over her. The black Cinderella-like dress with its intricate red accents was a masterpiece that held his attention captive. Felix's usually stoic expression softened as he took in every detail—the way the dress clung to her figure, the red accents that seemed to shimmer like embers against the darkness.

(Y/N) moved with a regal grace, each step exuding a confidence that drew the eyes of everyone in the room. Felix's heart swelled with a mixture of pride and possessiveness as he watched her. This was his mate, the person who had captured his heart in a way that he had never thought possible. Her transformation was nothing short of breathtaking, a testament to the care and attention that had been poured into her appearance.

The (h/c) hair that framed her face was styled in a way that highlighted her features, enhancing her natural beauty without overpowering it. Felix's eyes lingered on the delicate details—the crimson crystals that adorned her hair, the makeup that accentuated her eyes and lips in a way that left him entranced.

As (Y/N)'s gaze swept across the room, Felix's heart skipped a beat. He admired the way she carried herself, the ease with which she engaged with the other guests. There was an air of curiosity and wonder in her eyes, as if she was seeing this world through a new lens. And in a way, she was. This was her introduction to the Volturi's grandeur, and Felix was both humbled and anxious to be a part of this pivotal moment in her life.

The music filled the air, couples swaying in time to its melody, but Felix's attention remained solely on (Y/N). He watched as she interacted with others, her presence commanding attention, her genuine smile captivating those around her.

With each passing moment, Felix felt an overwhelming surge of gratitude. This was the mate he had longed for, the one who completed him in ways he hadn't thought possible. As the night unfolded, he couldn't help but marvel at the image of (Y/N) dressed in the black and red ensemble, a representation of her beauty and the depth of their connection. This was a memory he would hold close, a moment in time that encapsulated the beginning of a new chapter in both their lives.

A sense of unity seemed to permeate the air as Alec, Jane, Felix, and Demetri exchanged glances, a silent understanding passing between them. Their posts were important, but this was a moment they couldn't let slip by unnoticed. As if guided by an unspoken agreement, they discreetly left their respective places and converged in a more secluded corner of the ballroom.

Alec's gaze held a soft intensity as he spoke first, his voice low and filled with genuine admiration. "You look breathtaking, (Y/N). The dress, the way you carry yourself—it's truly enchanting."

Jane's crimson eyes held a warmth that was rare for her, her lips curving into a genuine smile. "I must admit, I'm not one for compliments, but tonight you've managed to capture everyone's attention, including mine. You are a vision."

Felix's usually boisterous demeanor was replaced with a subdued reverence. "You've managed to stun even me, and that's saying something. The dress, the way you've carried yourself—it's as if you were made for this moment."

Demetri, who often wore a laid-back smile, looked at (Y/N) with a blend of fondness and pride. "You've brought a different kind of light to this event. It's like you've breathed life into the room, and I have to say, you've made quite the impression."

As (Y/N) listened to their words, her heart swelled with a mixture of happiness and gratitude. To have the attention and affection of these four individuals, each of whom was so integral to the Volturi, was a feeling that she couldn't put into words.

"Thank you," she replied, her voice filled with sincerity. "Your words mean more to me than you'll ever know."

Alec's lips curved into a small smile as he exchanged a look with the others. "We're not ones for public displays of emotion, but tonight is different. Tonight, we want you to know just how much you've enriched our lives."

Jane's gaze held a softness that spoke volumes, and Felix nodded in agreement. Demetri, always one for straightforwardness, offered a warm grin. "You're an exceptional addition to our family, and you've made this night unforgettable."

As they stood together, the Volturi guards and their mate shared a moment that transcended words—a connection forged by shared admiration and affection. And as the music played on, they returned to their respective posts, knowing that this night would forever remain etched in their memories as a testament to their unity and the strength of their bonds.

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callsigns-haze · 2 months

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Hangman and Haze: the reunite

part two of two.. (one)

Summary: In the quiet of the night, Y/N finds herself confiding in Bradley about the reasons behind her sudden departure from Jake before her deployment to Poland. As they share moments of vulnerability and reflection, Y/N grapples with the choices she's made and the uncertainty of her future, while Bradley offers unwavering support and understanding. Amidst the lingering echoes of their past, they find solace in the simple act of being present for each other, forging a bond that transcends time and distance.

Warnings: This chapter contains themes of emotional turmoil, past regrets, and unresolved feelings. Reader discretion is advised for those sensitive to discussions of relationship complications and separation anxiety.

As Y/N stirred awake to the sound of Jack's cries, the morning sunlight filtering through the curtains cast a soft glow in the room. With a sigh, she rose from the makeshift bed on Bradley's couch, her body still heavy with sleep.

Hurrying to Jack's side, Y/N scooped him up into her arms, soothing him with whispered reassurances. But as she began to change his diaper, she couldn't help but marvel at how quickly he was growing, each milestone a bittersweet reminder of the passage of time.

With gentle hands, Y/N cleaned Jack up, the warmth of his tiny body pressed against hers filling her with a sense of purpose and contentment. And as she held him close, she couldn't help but feel grateful for these simple moments of motherhood, for the chance to watch him grow and thrive with each passing day.

As Y/N tended to Jack's needs, she couldn't shake the feeling of exhaustion that clung to her like a heavy blanket. The night had been restless, filled with fragmented dreams and unresolved thoughts that lingered at the edges of her mind.

But as she looked down at Jack's cherubic face, his eyes still heavy with sleep, she felt a surge of love and determination wash over her. No matter how tired she was, no matter the challenges they faced, she would do whatever it took to ensure Jack's happiness and well-being.

With practiced ease, Y/N changed Jack's diaper and dressed him in fresh clothes, his cries gradually subsiding as he snuggled close to her chest. And as she rocked him gently back to sleep, the weight of the world seemed to lift from her shoulders, replaced by a sense of peace and purpose that filled her with renewed hope for the future.

As Y/N finished settling Jack, she heard the creak of footsteps descending the stairs. Turning, she found Bradley standing in the doorway, his expression a mix of concern and warmth.

"Morning," he greeted softly, a small smile playing on his lips. "How's Jack doing?"

Y/N returned the smile, grateful for Bradley's presence. "He's finally back asleep," she replied, her voice a whisper so as not to disturb the peaceful scene.

Bradley nodded, his gaze lingering on Y/N and Jack with a sense of quiet admiration. "You're doing a great job, Y/N," he said earnestly, his words carrying a depth of understanding that touched her heart.

A sense of gratitude washed over Y/N as she met Bradley's gaze, her own eyes shining with unshed tears. In that moment, she realized just how much his unwavering support meant to her, how it had helped her find the strength to face each new day with courage and resilience.

"Thank you, Bradley," she whispered, her voice filled with emotion. "For everything."

Bradley stepped forward, enveloping Y/N in a warm hug that spoke volumes of the bond they shared. "Anytime, Y/N," he murmured against her hair, his embrace a silent promise of solidarity and friendship.

And as they stood together in the quiet of the morning, surrounded by the soft glow of dawn, Y/N couldn't help but feel grateful for the unexpected blessing of Bradley's presence in her life, and the hope it brought for the journey ahead.

As Bradley busied himself with the coffee machine, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee filling the kitchen, Y/N hesitated for a moment before finally gathering the courage to speak.

"Bradley," she began, her voice tentative, "do you think you could watch over Jack today? I... I need to take care of something."

Bradley turned to look at her, his brow furrowing with concern. "Of course, Y/N," he replied, his voice gentle. "But... where are you going?"

Y/N met his gaze, her heart pounding in her chest. "I... I'm going to see Jake," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

Bradley's expression softened, understanding dawning in his eyes. "Are you sure about this, Y/N?" he asked quietly, his concern evident.

Y/N nodded, a sense of determination settling over her. "I need to talk to him, Bradley," she said firmly. "I need to... to make things right."

Bradley placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder, his gaze unwavering. "I'll take care of Jack," he promised, his voice steady. "You go and do what you need to do. I'll be here when you get back."

With a grateful smile, Y/N nodded, a sense of purpose driving her forward. She knew that facing Jake wouldn't be easy, that there were still so many unanswered questions between them. But she also knew that she couldn't keep running from the truth, from the feelings that lingered in the depths of her heart.

As she gathered her resolve and prepared to face the uncertain future that lay ahead, Y/N couldn't help but feel a flicker of hope ignite within her. Maybe, just maybe, today would be the day that they finally found the courage to confront their past and embrace the possibility of a new beginning. And with Bradley's support guiding her every step of the way, she knew that she was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

With a deep breath, Y/N nodded in appreciation at Bradley's support, feeling a mix of nervousness and determination coursing through her veins. As she prepared to embark on this emotional journey, she knew that it wouldn't be easy, but she also understood that it was necessary for her own peace of mind and for the sake of Jack.

As she grabbed her keys and headed towards the door, Bradley's reassuring words echoed in her mind, giving her the strength she needed to take this next step. With each passing moment, her resolve solidified, and she found herself ready to face whatever awaited her on the other side of this door.

With a final glance back at Bradley, who offered her an encouraging smile, Y/N stepped out into the morning sunlight, her heart heavy with anticipation, yet buoyed by the hope of reconciliation and closure.

As she drove towards Jake's location, her mind raced with a whirlwind of emotions, but amidst the uncertainty, one thing remained clear: she was determined to confront the past, to seek understanding, and to pave the way for a brighter future, not just for herself, but for her son as well.

With each passing mile, Y/N drew closer to the moment of truth, her heart pounding in her chest with a mixture of apprehension and hope. And as she finally arrived at her destination, she took a deep breath, steeling herself for the conversation that lay ahead, knowing that whatever happened next, she was ready to face it head-on.

Stepping out of the car, Y/N found herself face to face with the familiar sight of Top Gun, a place that held so many memories, both good and bad. The air crackled with anticipation as she made her way towards the entrance, her footsteps echoing in the quiet morning.

With each step, her resolve hardened, fueled by the need for closure and the hope of finding a way forward. As she reached the door, she took a moment to steady herself, drawing strength from the love she felt for Jack and the determination to create a better future for them both.

With a deep breath, Y/N pushed open the door and entered Top Gun, her heart pounding in her chest as she prepared to face the ghosts of her past. Whatever lay ahead, she knew that she was ready to confront it head-on, armed with the knowledge that she wasn't alone, that Bradley and Jack were with her every step of the way.

As she stepped into the familiar halls of Top Gun, Y/N felt a sense of purpose wash over her, driving her forward towards the unknown. And as she began her search for Jake, her mind focused and her heart steady, she knew that no matter what happened next, she was ready to embrace the challenges and possibilities of the journey ahead.

As Y/N walked through the halls of Top Gun, the air seemed to hum with recognition as her title of Captain "Haze" echoed through the corridors. Faces turned towards her, some with surprise, others with a nod of acknowledgment, each one a reminder of the life she had left behind.

Despite the year that had passed, Y/N couldn't help but feel a sense of belonging as she made her way through the familiar surroundings. The memories of her time at Top Gun flooded back, a mix of triumphs and challenges that had shaped her into the person she was today.

As she continued her journey down the halls, Y/N couldn't shake the feeling of nostalgia that washed over her, mingled with a sense of determination to confront the past and find closure. And with each step she took, she felt a renewed sense of purpose, ready to face whatever lay ahead with courage and resolve.

As Y/N ventured deeper into Top Gun, the memories of her time there flooded back with each familiar sight and sound. She couldn't help but feel a pang of nostalgia mixed with apprehension as she searched for Jake, her heart racing with the weight of unresolved emotions.

Finally, she spotted him across the room, his back turned as he spoke with a fellow pilot. With a steadying breath, Y/N approached him, her footsteps echoing in the silence of the room.

"Jake," she called out softly, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

He turned to face her, his expression a mix of surprise and guarded curiosity. "Y/N," he replied, his voice betraying a hint of emotion.

In that moment, as their eyes met, Y/N felt a rush of emotions flood her senses. Memories of their time together, both the joy and the pain, washed over her like a tidal wave, threatening to overwhelm her resolve.

But as she stood before him, her heart laid bare, she knew that she couldn't turn back now. Whatever happened next, she was ready to face it, to finally confront the truth and find a way forward, for herself, for Jake, and for their son.

With a steady gaze, Y/N took a step closer, her heart pounding in her chest as she prepared to speak the words that had been weighing on her mind for far too long. And as she looked into Jake's eyes, she knew that no matter what the future held, she was ready to embrace it with courage and determination.

As Y/N approached Jake, her heart pounding with a mixture of apprehension and determination, she barely had time to speak before he grabbed her arm and dragged her out of the room. She stumbled along beside him, taken aback by his sudden actions and the intensity in his eyes.

Once they were alone in the hallway, Jake turned to face her, his expression a tumultuous mix of disbelief, anger, and raw emotion. "Y/N," he breathed, his voice trembling with a mixture of hurt and frustration. "What are you doing here? Why did you leave? Why did you come back?"

Y/N met his gaze, her own eyes filled with regret and longing. "Jake, please," she began, her voice choked with emotion. "I know I made a mistake, leaving like I did. But I had to..."

But before she could finish, Jake cut her off, his voice rising with frustration. "You had to what, Y/N? Break my heart? Leave me wondering what I did wrong? Leave me to pick up the pieces while you ran off to god knows where?"

Y/N felt her throat tighten with emotion as she reached out to touch his arm, but he pulled away, his anger palpable in the tense silence that hung between them. "I'm sorry, Jake," she whispered, her voice barely audible above the din of their emotions. "I never meant to hurt you."

Jake's expression softened slightly at her words, but the pain in his eyes remained. "Why did you come back, Y/N?" he asked quietly, his voice laced with a hint of desperation.

Y/N took a shaky breath, gathering her courage as she met his gaze. "Because I realized that running away wasn't the answer," she admitted, her voice steady despite the turmoil in her heart. "Because I couldn't bear the thought of living without you, without us."

As the weight of her words settled over them, Y/N held her breath, waiting for Jake's response, uncertain of what the future held but determined to face it together, whatever it may bring.

Jake's eyes softened, a whirlwind of emotions flickering across his face as he processed Y/N's words. For a moment, they stood in the hallway, caught in a silent exchange of longing and regret, their hearts laid bare before each other.

"I never stopped loving you, Y/N," Jake finally confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. "Even when you left, even when I thought I'd never see you again, a part of me still held on to the hope that someday you'd come back."

Y/N's heart swelled with emotion at his words, her own eyes brimming with tears. "I'm here now, Jake," she replied softly, her voice trembling with emotion. "I know I can't undo the past, but I want to try to make things right, to find a way forward together."

A heavy silence fell between them, thick with the weight of their shared history and the uncertainty of the future. But as they stood there, their eyes locked in a silent conversation, Y/N felt a glimmer of hope ignite within her heart.

And in that moment, amidst the chaos of their emotions and the echoes of their past, Y/N knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, she was ready to face them with Jake by her side, their love stronger than ever before.

As the tension between them reached its peak, Jake leaned forward, closing the distance between them in a passionate kiss. Y/N's heart raced as she felt his lips meet hers, a surge of longing and desire coursing through her veins.

Without hesitation, she responded to his kiss, her lips meeting his with a fervor born of years of longing and regret. In that moment, all the pain and uncertainty melted away, leaving only the raw intensity of their shared connection.

Their kiss deepened, each touch igniting a fire that burned brightly between them. It was as if time stood still, the world fading away until there was nothing but the electric current that pulsed between them.

And as they finally pulled apart, breathless and flushed with emotion, Y/N felt a sense of clarity wash over her. In Jake's arms, she found the home she had been searching for, the missing piece of her heart that she thought she had lost forever.

With tears of joy in her eyes, Y/N whispered against his lips, "I love you, Jake. I never stopped loving you."

And as Jake held her close, his own emotions mirroring hers, Y/N knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together, bound by a love that was stronger than any obstacle they could ever encounter.

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As Y/N sat at the hard deck lost in her thoughts, her attention was suddenly drawn to the heartwarming scene unfolding before her. There, amidst the camaraderie of the Dagger Squad, was Jake, bouncing little Jack on his knees with a playful grin.

Her heart swelled with a mixture of emotions as she watched her son giggling and babbling, completely enthralled by the attention he was receiving. The sight of Jake, once so distant and guarded, now engaging so effortlessly with their son filled Y/N with a sense of bittersweet nostalgia.

The members of the Dagger Squad surrounded them, their voices soft with affection as they explained the basics of their favorite game, the pool table, to the curious little boy. Each interaction was filled with laughter and warmth, creating a sense of belonging that Y/N hadn't realized she craved until now.

For a moment, time seemed to stand still as Y/N drank in the sight of Jake and Jack, their bond palpable even from a distance. Despite the challenges they had faced and the uncertainty of their future, there was a flicker of hope within Y/N's heart, a belief that maybe, just maybe, they could find a way to forge a new beginning together, as a family.

Y/N watched from a distance, Jake's eyes lit up with joy as he continued to interact with little Jack. With each bounce on his knee, Jake's laughter mingled with Jack's infectious giggles, creating a symphony of happiness that filled the room.

Beneath Jake's tough exterior, Y/N could see a tender warmth emerging as he made funny faces and playful gestures, eliciting delighted squeals from their son. It was a side of Jake she hadn't seen before, a glimpse into the depth of his love and affection for their child.

As Jack reached out chubby arms toward Jake, the members of the Dagger Squad chuckled fondly, encouraging the bond between father and son. Jake's smile widened as he gently lifted Jack into his arms, cradling him close with a protective tenderness that touched Y/N's heart.

In that moment, surrounded by the laughter and love of their makeshift family, Y/N felt a sense of gratitude wash over her. Despite the challenges they faced and the mistakes of the past, here was a chance for Jake to be the father he had always wanted to be, and for Jack to grow up surrounded by the unwavering support of those who cared for him.

As Jake peppered little Jack with kisses and whispered words of love, Y/N couldn't help but feel hopeful for the future, for the possibility of healing old wounds and forging new connections. And as she watched the father and son bond deepen before her eyes, she knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together, as a family.

As the moments passed, Jake's interactions with Jack became increasingly tender and heartwarming. With each playful tickle and gentle cuddle, he seemed to melt into the role of fatherhood, embracing it with a warmth and affection that took Y/N's breath away.

Y/N couldn't help but marvel at the sight before her, the once stoic and reserved Jake now transformed into a doting father, his eyes alight with love and pride as he looked down at their son. It was as if a new chapter had begun for them, one filled with the promise of love, laughter, and endless possibilities.

As Jack babbled excitedly in response to Jake's playful antics, the members of the Dagger Squad exchanged knowing glances, their expressions soft with fondness and admiration. It was clear that Jake had won their hearts as well, his love for his son shining through in every gesture and smile.

And as Y/N watched the scene unfold, a sense of peace settled over her, the doubts and fears of the past giving way to a newfound sense of hope and optimism. In Jake's arms, their son was safe and loved, surrounded by a family that would always be there to support him, no matter what.

With a smile tugging at her lips, Y/N knew that their journey was just beginning, filled with the promise of love, laughter, and countless cherished moments shared as a family. And as she stepped forward to join them, her heart overflowing with love, she knew that together, they could weather any storm that came their way.

As Jake caught Y/N's gaze lingering on him and Jack, a playful smirk danced across his lips. With Jack tugging at her hair, he approached her with a gentle chuckle, his eyes sparkling with warmth.

"I caught you staring," Jake teased, his voice filled with affection as he reached out to ruffle Jack's hair.

Y/N's cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but she couldn't help but smile at Jake's playful demeanor. "Guilty as charged," she admitted with a sheepish grin, reaching out to gently tickle Jack's chubby cheek.

As Jack giggled in response, Jake wrapped an arm around Y/N's shoulders, pulling her close with a tender squeeze. "You know," he murmured softly, his gaze meeting hers with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine, "I could get used to having you stare at us like that."

Y/N's heart skipped a beat at his words, the warmth of his touch sending a wave of longing coursing through her veins. In that moment, surrounded by the laughter and love of their little family, she knew that she was exactly where she was meant to be.

As Jake's arm enveloped her in a comforting embrace, Y/N felt a rush of emotions flood her senses. The familiar warmth of his touch sent a wave of nostalgia washing over her, reminding her of the deep connection they shared.

"I could get used to it too," Y/N confessed softly, her voice barely above a whisper as she leaned into Jake's embrace. "Being here with you and Jack, it feels like... like coming home."

Jake's gaze softened at her words, a tender smile playing at the corners of his lips. "You are home, Y/N," he murmured, his voice filled with sincerity. "With us, you're always home."

In that moment, as Jack continued to play with Y/N's hair, their bond as a family felt stronger than ever before. Despite the challenges they had faced and the uncertainties that lay ahead, they knew that as long as they had each other, they could weather any storm.

And as they stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, surrounded by the love and laughter of their little family, Y/N couldn't help but feel a sense of peace settle over her. For in Jake's embrace, she had found her anchor, her safe haven in a world filled with chaos and uncertainty.

Lost in the moment, Y/N allowed herself to be swept away by the warmth and tenderness of Jake's embrace. With Jack's playful tugs at her hair and Jake's steady presence by her side, she felt a sense of completeness wash over her, as if every piece of her heart had finally found its place.

As they stood together, enveloped in a cocoon of love and laughter, Y/N couldn't help but marvel at the beauty of their little family. Despite the trials and tribulations they had faced, they had emerged stronger and more resilient than ever before, united by a bond that transcended time and space.

With a contented sigh, Y/N leaned her head against Jake's shoulder, her heart overflowing with gratitude and love. In that moment, surrounded by the ones she held most dear, she knew that no matter what the future held, they would face it together, hand in hand, heart to heart.

And as they basked in the warmth of their love, Y/N silently vowed to cherish every moment, to hold onto this feeling of belonging with all her might. For in Jake's arms, she had found her home, her sanctuary in a world filled with uncertainty.

As Y/N reflected on the events of the day, she couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the depth of emotion that had washed over her. From the unexpected reunion with Jake to the heartwarming moments shared with their son, it had been a day filled with love, laughter, and the promise of a brighter future.

In Jake's embrace, Y/N had found a sense of belonging she had longed for, a reminder that no matter where life took her, she would always have a place to call home. Their journey together had been far from easy, marked by moments of heartache and uncertainty, but in the end, it had led them back to each other, stronger and more resilient than ever before.

As the sun began to set on another day, Y/N couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for the blessings that surrounded her. In the arms of her loved ones, she had found solace, strength, and unwavering support, guiding her through even the darkest of times.

With a smile on her lips and a heart full of love, Y/N looked towards the horizon, ready to face whatever challenges the future held. For in the end, she knew that as long as she had Jake and their son by her side, she would always find her way home.

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Bella swan x male reader part 2

I've Moved On Pt. 2 (Bella Swan x Male Reader)

Wow, I never thought this would become popular, but if people want a second part, who am I to say no? So thank you anon and others for the request :)

Link to the first part

Summary: Bella breaks things off with Edward, but it seems that the vampire can't accept her choice. Fearing for her safety, Bella is glad when m/n comes to her aid and handles Edward once and for all.

Bella never felt so sure in her life, but watching as Edward pleaded with her to give him another chance, after everything that happened, she couldn't help but roll her eyes. "Leave, Edward. We're done." Bella voiced once again before turning around and walking towards the front door.

"You're just confused, love." he pathetically whispered, that crooked smile Bella once fawned over now causing disgust to run down her spine. "I know I've made a mistake, but we're stronger than that; don't you love me?"

"No," Bella immediately replied, the answer which she couldn't accept months ago now spilled easily from her lips. "Looking back, I think even back then, before this whole thing happened, I never truly loved you. I mean…it was like a game to you: telling me we couldn't be friends yet finding any way to talk to me. Or intentionally keeping me away from my friends because you thought they either liked me or posed a danger. That isn't a relationship, Edward; that's manipulation."

Opening the door to signal the end of their conversation, Bella hesitated when the vampire didn't move, but inched closer to her, a dangerous aura emanating from him.

The air grew tense as Edward closed the distance between them, his eyes glinting with a mixture of desperation and something darker, more sinister. Bella's heart pounded in her chest as she instinctively took a step back, her hand gripping the doorknob tightly.

"Edward," she warned, her voice barely above a whisper, yet the vampire ignored her plea. Movements slow and deliberate, Bella flinched when his cold touch landed on her cheek. Eyes widening in fear, she tried to push his hand away and found that she couldn't.

Letting out a gasp when Edward moved her away from the door, locking it behind him, Bella's heart pounded with fear. She made a desperate dash up the stairs and into her room, hoping to find safety, but the vampire beat her to it. A hand gripped her wrist, and Bella let out a scream of pain as Edward's hold tightened excruciatingly. "I can't lose you, Bella. You're everything to me."

Closing her eyes, Bella was pressed into Edward's chest when his hold suddenly vanished. Confused and disoriented, she opened her eyes to find M/N standing between her and Edward, a fierce determination etched on his face. "You heard her. Bella doesn't want anything to do with you anymore."

Edward's eyes narrowed at M/N's words, his lips twisting into a snarl. "She's mine." he spat, his voice tinged with possessiveness yet M/N remained steadfast, his gaze meeting Edward's with unwavering resolve. "Not anymore."

"You don't know what you're getting yourself into, wolf." the vampire threatened, catching a whiff of the man's scent, and snarling at the (not so disgusting) wet dog smell.

M/N's expression remained stoic, his werewolf instincts on high alert. "I know more than you think, bloodsucker. Bella's safety is my priority, and you won't change that. So leave now before the whole pack descends on you." At those words, the vampire quickly abandoned the Swan house, leaving Bella and M/N alone.

Quickly turning to his imprint, M/N frowned at the bruise that now adorned his girlfriend's wrist. Concern etched across his features, he reached out gently, his touch light as he examined the mark left by Edward's grasp.

"Hey, none of that." Bella softly spoke, coming closer to her boyfriend. She offered him a reassuring smile, her eyes reflecting a mixture of gratitude and affection.

M/N's heart softened at the sight of her, his protective instincts surging as he pulled her into a comforting embrace. "I'm sorry you had to go through that." he murmured, his voice laced with a mixture of remorse and determination. "If only I came sooner—"

Not liking the way M/N began to blame himself for what occurred, Bella reached up and gently cupped his face in her hands. "None of this is your fault. You came when I needed you most, and that's all that matters." With a tender smile, Bella leaned forward and pressed her lips against M/N's, the kiss soft and reassuring.

Even with Edward still out there, probably obsessed with getting her back, Bella couldn't help but relish in the moment. After all, she was with the one she loved. Her soulmate.

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Stress

Paring: Lee Know x Reader

Style: SFW, Romance, Friendship

Word count: 2335

Warning: N/A

Minho paced back and forth in the practice room, beads of sweat trailing down his forehead. He tried to execute the complex choreography for Stray Kids' latest comeback, but his movements felt clumsy, out of sync.

"Damn it!" he cursed under his breath, frustration mounting.

Hyunjin, watching from the sidelines, approached him cautiously. "Hey, Minho, you've been at this for hours. Maybe take a break?"

Minho shook his head vehemently, his eyes reflecting a storm of emotions. "I can't. Not until I get this right."

BangChan joined them, his expression one of concern. "We've all noticed you're off lately. Is everything okay?"

"It's just this comeback. I want it to be perfect," Minho replied, avoiding their gazes.

Hyunjin exchanged a look with BangChan before saying, "It's not just the comeback, is it? It's Y/N."

Minho's silence was answer enough.

"You've been distracted ever since you two started... you know," BangChan prodded gently.

Minho sighed, sitting down heavily. "I can't afford to be distracted. Not now."

"We get it, man. But sometimes, talking things out helps more than you think. Maybe you should talk to Y/N about how you're feeling," Hyunjin suggested.

Minho considered it for a moment, then shook his head. "No. I need to focus. The comeback is my priority."

BangChan sat beside him, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "We're here for you, Minho. Whatever you decide, we've got your back. But don't bottle it up. It's not healthy."

Minho looked up at his bandmates, gratitude flickering in his eyes. "Thanks, guys. I'll think about it."

As he stood up to try the dance move again, he stumbled, falling onto his back with a soft thud.

"Damn," he swore quietly, catching his breath.

Hyunjin offered him a hand, helping him up. "Remember, it's okay to lean on us. And maybe consider giving Y/N a chance to support you, too."

Minho nodded, a faint smile breaking through his frustration. "I'll consider it. Right now, let's get this choreography down."

Y/N sat on the outskirts of the practice room, her fingers wrapped tightly around her iced coffee, the coolness a stark contrast to the warmth spreading through her chest as she watched Minho dance. Her heart ached with words left unsaid, emotions bottled up inside her.

Seungmin, who had noticed her distant gaze, sauntered over, a teasing glint in his eyes. "You know, staring too hard might make you spill that drink."

Y/N rolled her eyes, trying to mask the turmoil inside her. "I'm just here to support, that's all."

Seungmin raised an eyebrow, not buying it for a second. "Support, huh? Or is it just Minho you're here to 'support'?"

Before she could retort, Jeongin joined them, his smile wide and knowing. "Oh, we're talking about Minho? Y/N's favorite topic!"

Felix, overhearing the conversation, chimed in with a chuckle. "Careful, Y/N, your coffee might get jealous with how much you're focusing on Minho."

Y/N sighed, a small smile playing on her lips despite the teasing. "You guys never let up, do you?"

Seungmin softened, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. "We're just messing with you. But seriously, are you okay? You seem... off."

Y/N hesitated, her gaze drifting back to Minho, who was completely absorbed in his practice. "I just... I want to tell him how I feel. But with the comeback and everything, I don't want to add to his stress."

Felix nodded, understanding. "Timing is tricky. But Minho respects honesty. And you'll never know unless you try."

Jeongin added, "And we're all here for you, Y/N. Whatever you decide."

Y/N took a deep breath, the weight of her friends' support bolstering her spirits. "Thanks, guys. I'll think about it. For now, I just want to be here for him, in any way I can."

As the boys went back to join the practice, Y/N watched them, her resolve strengthening. As each day passed, the tension surrounding Minho only seemed to intensify. His every attempt at mastering the choreography ended in more frustration, his movements never quite aligning with the rhythm. It was during one of these increasingly frequent moments of defeat that Y/N entered the practice room, her presence a quiet note in the background until a particular mishap caught her attention.

Minho's latest stumble through the routine was more pronounced, eliciting a sharp wince from Y/N. Unable to remain a passive observer, she felt a compelling urge to step in.

BangChan, Seungmin, Felix, Jisung, and Jeongin were deep in a light-hearted discussion, barely noticing as Y/N moved towards Minho with a determined, yet gentle demeanor.

"Minho, maybe if you try adjusting your footing here," Y/N began softly, her approach careful, aiming to offer constructive advice without overstepping.

Her words, however, seemed to ignite something in Minho. "I don't need help, okay? I can do this on my own!" he snapped, his voice sharper than intended, a clear sign of his underlying stress.

In his frustration, Minho gestured wildly, his arm swinging close enough to Y/N to make her flinch. The room fell into an immediate, stunned silence at the action, the tension palpable.

Y/N, taken aback and hurt, struggled to keep her composure, her voice barely a whisper. "I-I was just trying to help. Sorry." Tears brimmed in her eyes, betraying her attempt at stoicism as she turned and hurried out of the room.

BangChan wasted no time in following her, concerned. "Y/N, wait, please!"

The rest of the group gathered around Minho, their expressions a mix of surprise and concern. "Dude, what happened?" Felix asked, his tone soft yet incredulous.

Minho stood frozen, the adrenaline fading, leaving a hollow remorse in its wake. The realization of his actions hit him like a cold wave, his frustration with himself now eclipsing his struggle with the dance moves. "What did I just do?" he murmured, the weight of his outburst settling over him.

The room remained quiet, the others exchanging looks of disbelief and worry. Minho's shoulders slumped, the fight draining from him. "I need to apologize to her," he said, his voice filled with regret, acknowledging the urgency to make amends for his harsh reaction.

Meanwhile, BangChan had swiftly caught up to Y/N, guiding her into a secluded room where the noise of the world outside seemed to fade away. Y/N, overwhelmed by the unexpected confrontation, finally allowed her emotions to surface, her tears flowing freely in the safety of BangChan's comforting embrace.

"It's okay, Y/N. Minho... he didn't mean any of that. You know how much this comeback means to everyone, especially him," BangChan soothed, his words a gentle balm to her frayed nerves.

Y/N nodded, her voice a whisper through her tears. "I just wanted to help him. I know how important his dancing is to him and to Stray Kids."

Back in the practice room, Minho was a storm of emotions. With each step he paced, his frustration with himself grew. "How could I have been so careless?" he chastised himself, the echo of his own words haunting him. Unable to bear the guilt any longer, he set out to find Y/N, his determination guiding him.

He didn't have to search for long. The muffled sound of BangChan's voice and Y/N's soft sobs led him straight to them. Minho paused at the door, catching fragments of their conversation—words that laid bare Y/N's feelings and her concern for him. His heart clenched at the realization of the pain he had caused.

Taking a deep breath, Minho stepped inside, his presence immediately shifting the room's atmosphere. BangChan looked up, his eyes meeting Minho's before he slowly stepped back, giving them space.

Y/N, caught off guard by Minho's sudden appearance, tried to compose herself, her eyes swollen from crying. Minho approached her, his movements tentative but filled with purpose. Without a word, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a gentle embrace, a silent plea for forgiveness.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N. I was frustrated with myself, not you. I should have never taken it out on someone as caring and kind as you," Minho whispered, his apology sincere, his heart laid bare.

Y/N, still nestled in his embrace, felt her heart begin to mend, the sincerity in his voice soothing the hurt.

"And... I need you to know something. I love you, Y/N. More than I've ever admitted to myself," Minho confessed, his voice barely above a whisper, yet carrying the weight of his true feelings.

The room fell into a hushed silence, their hearts beating in unison against the quiet backdrop. Minho gently lifted Y/N's chin, his eyes searching hers for a sign of forgiveness, of acceptance. And then, in a moment that seemed to suspend time itself, he leaned in, sealing his promise with a kiss that was as gentle as it was profound. Y/N's response to Minho's kiss was instinctive, a mixture of relief and burgeoning affection. As they finally, reluctantly, broke apart, Minho pressed a tender kiss to her forehead.

his promise hanging in the air between them. "I swear, Y/N, I'll never let my frustration get the better of me again. Not at your expense."

BangChan, having witnessed the reconciliation from a respectful distance, stepped closer, his expression a blend of relief and brotherly affection. He clapped Minho on the shoulder, a smile playing at the corners of his lips. "You did good, Minho. Remember, it's not just about making amends. It's about growing from them."

Minho nodded, the gravity of BangChan's words sinking in. Without another word, he scooped Y/N into his arms, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he held her close. She buried her face against his neck, seeking solace in his warmth, her heart gradually finding its rhythm again amidst the storm of emotions.

As they made their way back to the dance studio, Minho whispered promises of future dates and shared moments once the comeback was behind them. "There's so much I want to show you, so much I want us to experience together. But we need to be patient, with the comeback and with each other."

Y/N nodded against his neck, her voice a soft murmur. "I'll wait, Minho. We'll get through this together."

Their return to the dance studio was met with curious and concerned glances from the rest of Stray Kids. The room fell silent as Minho walked in, Y/N still in his arms, with BangChan a few steps behind, his presence a silent reassurance.

BangChan, sensing the unspoken questions in the air, gestured for the others to gather around.

"Let's give them a moment, guys. I'll fill you in on what happened." He led the group a short distance away, his voice low but clear as he recounted the events that had led to the day's emotional upheaval and subsequent reconciliation.

Meanwhile, Minho gently set Y/N down on a nearby chair, his hands careful as he helped her wipe away the smudged makeup and tears. Each gentle stroke was a silent apology, a vow to protect her heart with more care than he had shown.

"Thank you, Minho," Y/N whispered, her eyes meeting his. The vulnerability and trust she saw reflected back at her only deepened her feelings.

"It's me who should be thanking you, Y/N. For being here, for forgiving me," Minho replied, his tone earnest.

He took her hands in his, the connection a tangible reminder of their newfound resolve to navigate the challenges of their relationship with patience and understanding.

As BangChan returned, signaling that the others were now aware and supportive, a sense of unity filled the room. The members of Stray Kids exchanged looks of solidarity, their bond strengthened by the day's events.

"Alright, team, let's get back to practice. We've got a comeback to nail," BangChan announced, the leader in him taking charge once more.

The atmosphere shifted, the focus returning to the task at hand, but the tension had dissipated, replaced by a renewed sense of purpose.

Y/N watched from the sidelines, her heart full as she observed Minho throw himself back into practice with a renewed vigor, his earlier frustration seemingly channeled into determination. The rest of Stray Kids moved around him in perfect sync, their dedication to their craft evident in every step, every beat.

As the hours passed, Y/N found herself reflecting on the day's rollercoaster of emotions. From the depths of misunderstanding and hurt to the heights of reconciliation and mutual confession, it had been a journey that had tested and ultimately strengthened her bond with Minho.

She realized then that the path ahead would not always be smooth. There would be more challenges, more moments of frustration and doubt. But the promise they had made to each other—to be patient, to communicate, to support each other through the highs and lows—gave her hope.

As practice wrapped up, Minho made his way over to Y/N, his smile tired but genuine. "How about we go grab something to eat? Just you and me."

Y/N's heart skipped a beat, her smile mirroring his. "I'd like that, Minho. A lot."

Together, they left the studio, the weight of the day's events lifting with each step they took side by side. In the space between them, unspoken words of love and commitment swirled, a testament to their resilience and the depth of their connection.

The journey ahead would be one of mutual growth, of shared dreams and challenges met with unwavering support. But as they stepped out into the night, hand in hand, Y/N and Minho knew they were ready to face whatever lay ahead, together.

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veronicaphoenix · 2 months

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To drown your sadness in a sea song.

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x mermaid!reader Parts: one - two - three - four - five - epilogue Trigger warnings: sexual content, fluff, angst.

PART FIVE — THE NECKLACE | Words: 2.9k

She wipes away her tears.

How did she even consider that this would work? How did she even entertain the idea of leaving her world behind and building a life with a young man that doesn’t even know her name?

It’s all a twist.

Humans dreaming of mermaids while she, a mermaid herself, dreams of a human.

She’s been dreaming of Noah for some time now.

The ocean’s gift of a chance to be with him should fill her with gratitude, but instead, she’s consumed by anger, frustration, and desperation. She knows she can’t stay. The blood on her skin is a reminder of the truth she can’t ignore. Of her nature she can’t evade.

If she does…

She doesn’t belong to Noah, and Noah doesn’t belong to her. They don’t belong to each other. Time is slipping away.

When she looks at her reflection in the mirror, the ocean’s call is right there in her own eyes.

Come home.

The ocean can be gentle some times. Its music and its touch can soothe and heal your pain, as Noah now knows well. The ocean guided him back to his path through the girl he picked up from the shore.

But the ocean isn’t meant to be threadbare, and it’s calling her back.

When Noah found her, naked and stranded in a human form, it wasn’t her he was given—it was a respite carrying inspiration. The ocean hadn’t offered her to him; it had offered a conduit back to his previous life as a successful artist.

Take what you need from her and return her to me.

He took what he needed. There’s a nearly completed song stored on his computer. He will send it to his bandmates soon, and he has a feeling that when it’s released into the world, it will touch lives.

But what happens when need remains unfulfilled and it grows endlessly?

She runs her fingers through her hair, watching as clumps fall into her open palm.

In a matter of hours, her allure will fade to sickness and dust.

She should have known, but her desire to aid him clouded her judgment. She didn’t anticipate that she would want him all for herself.

Unaccustomed to selfishness, she doesn’t want to be parted from him. She yearns to share in his everyday joys—cooking, cleaning, immersing himself in work. She longs for the twinkle in his eye as he finds the perfect note, the next melody, each kiss given to her in between. She craves his laughter, his jokes, and the playful innuendos that make her flush and make the butterflies twirl in her stomach.

He’s a stranger, the human boy from the beach. He’s the stranger that has made her feel at home in his care and in his hugs in less than a day.

She doesn’t want to say goodbye to him.

She tends to her wounds and discards the stained cotton into the small bin next to the toilet, hoping that Noah won’t see it.

She steps out of the bathroom and pauses before Noah’s bedroom door to collect her thoughts.

With a deep breath, she prepares herself.

If she has to say goodbye, she wants to do it right. She wants to do it in a way that makes him understand that it’s not by choice. She would stay if she could, in his arms, her head against his chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat the lullaby she would fall asleep to.

She opens the door.

Noah is standing by the bed, his inked skin peeking from beneath the hem of his pajama shirt as he slides it over his torso. He’s getting ready for bed. The duvet has already been pulled back.

His bed is waiting for her.

He’s about to say something when she closes the distance between them and stands on her tiptoes to reach his lips. She pulls him closer by his nape. The air leaves his lungs. The world around them fades.

His hands find her waist, seeking purchase, but she holds him at bay, unwilling to be touched through layers of fabric. Stepping back, she removes her shirt. By the time it touches the ground, her hair has fallen over her chest and the scent of the shampoo he used on her the night before reaches his nose. She’s offering herself to him and he’s unsure if he should take her. This is not why he went down to the beach time after time after discovering her for the first time. This is not why he brought her home.

He can’t deny that he’s dying to know what it feels like to sink himself in her, though.

He stares into her eyes. He will not make a move until she gives him confirmation.

“Please, touch me.”

He’s at her mercy.

With tender fingers, he brushes aside the curtain of hair veiling her chest, revealing her breasts to his hungry gaze. Her nipples respond eagerly to his touch, hardening under the caress of his fingertips.

She arches towards him, craving his touch as much as she yearns to explore his own body. She pushes up his shirt, revealing the intricate designs adorning his skin. She’s been dying to touch them. As her fingers trace the contours of his tattoos, Noah’s resistance crumbles beneath her touch.

Their kisses grow frantic and desperate, some sloppy. His hands are placed under her backside and he lifts her up. Her legs struggle to find their way around his waist, but he lays her on his bed soon enough, covering her fragile human body with his.

She doesn’t let him get away. Her grip tightens, fueling the flames of desire that burn inside of them. She runs the tip of her nose along his neck and collarbones, savoring his intoxicating scent.

Their bodies are pressed together.

His crotch rubs the spot between her legs.

If he could only bottle up the sound she makes when he applies some pressure…

He knows he’s going to get hurt. He’s treading on very dangerous grounds. He’s been living a fantasy since he picked her up in his arms and brought her home. There’s so much they haven’t said to each other. They’ve been living in a poisoned bubble, breathing in each other without noticing the flames that are shattering everything outside.

With his right hand he ventures beneath the fabric of the underwear she’s wearing. He feels her curls and the slickness of her arousal. His mind spins. It’s all fuzzy. Her kisses are not helping, only intoxicating him further. She’s pure sweetness and poison.

She clings to him desperately, her need palpable in every touch and caress. Her knees are rubbing against his, her chest arched so that it’s pressing to his, her hands don’t release his hair, and her lips are all over his face.

It’s a struggle to swallow.

“Have you ever… done this before?” He manages to ask.

It takes her a moment to reply. She shakes her head no.

Her answer makes him take a deep, defeated breath.

He wants to make this right. He asks for a moment and she gives it to him, though she knows it’s a luxury they can’t really afford.

As he rises from the bed, leaving her a mess, she feels a pang of fear. He’s tall and muscular. And she’s currently fragile as a flower. She wants to see him unleash himself, doesn’t want him to restrain his needs when their bodies are fused, yet she worries about her own ability to endure it. To endure him.

He’s opening the last drawer in the dresser while those thoughts haunt her, filling her with apprehension.

When he turns back to her, he’s holding a square silver package between his fingers. There’s hesitancy clouding his gaze.

“What is that?” She asks. She remembers seeing it before, when she was exploring the house, but she didn’t stop to examine it further.

“It’s a condom,” he answers, slightly flustered. “It’s supposed to…” He never had to explain what they’re for. He struggles with the explanation, uncomfortable with the necessity. “It’s better if we use it,” he ends up saying.

“How do we use it?”

Her innocence just ads to his discomfort.

Her questions are just going to mess him up.

He’s at a loss for words. So instead of battling himself searching for the right words, he shows her.

He takes off his remaining clothes and climbs onto the bed, positioning himself on his knees at her side. The way she’s looking at his fingers working the condom down his length makes his cock twitch. He hasn’t felt so self-conscious since the first time he had sex, and that was a long time ago.

Before she can voice any more questions, he takes off her underwear, and as she opens her legs to him with such newlyfound confidence, he’s certain he doesn’t deserve her, much less when she’s smiling at him so sweetly, inviting him in. He’s disarmed.

He lowers his body onto hers, enveloping her. He’s all she can see, hear, smell. Feel.

He catches her eyeing down between their bodies, at the way his length is touching the inside of her thighs. She trembles a bit and clutches onto his biceps for support.

He’s too concerned to continue without letting her know that he will be gentle. She doesn’t want gentle, and so she tells him. He wants to reprimand her, but finally opts for acknowledging her about the three colors she can utter to let him know how it’s going. Red if she’s in pain, yellow if she needs him to go slow, green if she’s okay.

“What if I want more?” She whispers.

Oh, she will be the death of him.

“I’ll give you more,” he promises, fire in his eyes. He seals his vow by fusing his mouth with hers and his body with hers.

She might be the daughter of the sea, but in this moment, she is his and he is hers.

He swallows her moans and restrains himself the first few minutes, easing into their intimacy with slow, deliberate movements. She’s tight and warm and wet. She’s heaven, paradise, and every other realm that nears perfection.

His grip on her is firm, solidly guiding with a strength she can feel through his hands against her flesh. Not rough, but not gentle either. He’s positioned her exactly where he wants her, silently asserting his dominance as the one leading the pace. He’s the experienced one and he knows just how to make her feel good.

She’s still catching her breath from the way he filled her and stretched her as he entered her.

He takes her at his pleasure. Each trust takes her deeper into ecstasy, his fingers intertwined with hers on the pillow, his other hand on her hair, his voice a low growl that intensifies with each tug of her free hand on his hair.

He’s a tidal wave, and she’s not a mermaid anymore.

She will drown.

She does.

She’s quiet during her climax, but the way she digs her nails onto Noah’s back and spasms against him tells him exactly what he wants to know. He holds her against him through her orgasm, holding his own release as she tightens herself around him.

His orgasm is not much different. It’s an explosion of everything he’s been bottling up for months. He feels free in the bliss that follows right after, when he’s able to breathe again and she’s holding him in her arms.

It’s only when he’s coming down from his high that she studies his face with affection, admiring the way his features contorted and clenched while he was orgasming. He’s covered in sweat and some hair is stuck on his forehead and temple. A lose strand hangs from his front, and she tucks it behind his ear. It fills her heart with warmth. A bittersweet warmth. She wants to keep this boy with her forever and give these moments to him again and again.

Her fingers brush against the necklace he’s still wearing. It’s been trapped between their bodies during their lovemaking, a silent witness. She toys with it. Noah is softening inside of her. Outside, rain begins to fall, mirroring the downpour of their emotions and synchronized releases.

Noah moves to lay on his side and removes the necklace.

“I don’t need this anymore,” he announces. She frowns until his hands place the necklace around her neck. “Because now I have you,” he says.

His smile is so genuine —as if he truly believes his words—, and therefore, her heart breaks.

He thinks this is the beginning when, in fact, it’s the end.

Tears soon follow. She wants to drift off to sleep cuddled next to him and never wake up again, but he won’t let her. He doesn’t want her to sleep because he can feel her fear, and he doesn’t like it.

Something is wrong, he knows, but he doesn’t want to ask. He’s too afraid. He’s too coward.

He hugs her delicate frame and listens to her cries mingling with the raindrops tapping against the window.

It’s not in his plans, and probably not in hers either, but she finds herself straddling his lap later that night. They’re making love again.

She’s starting to feel empty. She’s also in quite a lot of pain. But she will die before she lets Noah notice it. She wants him to soothe that pain, to drown it out with pleasure, and he complies. She’s wrapped around him, legs around his waist and arms around his neck.

They’re seated in the middle of the bed, in the most intimate position possible. He enters her which such ease this time that he wonders if he isn’t truly made for her despite both belonging to different worlds. For a while, while she dances on him decadently, he truly entertains the idea that a future for them might exist, that a human can fall in love with a mermaid, and that they can have endless moments like this and can live happily ever after.

He’s starting to consider that he might die for her. This thing that has grown between them in a matter of a day and two nights is everything he could’ve ever asked for and more.

How will he ever live without her after everything she’s given to him? After experiencing the depth of her care, love, pleasure, and inspiration? She’s been nourishing his soul in ways he never thought possible.

She’s more confident in her movements this second time. She asserts herself with more determination. She’s more demanding. When she screams and he asks for a color, she responds instantly: Green. She’s okay, she’s fine, she’s just dying from pleasure, and he can’t help but encourage her with a quiet ‘good girl’ and a harder thrust. He’s loving her screams, and when he has the chance, —maybe when they have explored sex together a bit further in the coming days and weeks—, he will show her other ways in which he can make her scream for hours on end.

Contrary to his intentions, exhaustion overtakes him, and he falls asleep before her. She’s given him a run for his money on that second ride. He had hoped to stay up and lull her to sleep, make sure she’s feeling okay and hold her, but his body is spent.

She’s the one lulling him to sleep, singing to him in a whispered melody as her fingers trace the lines of his face and, every once in a heartbeat, as her lips press a light feathered kiss against his cheek and the line of his jaw.

He drifts to slumber with the certainty that this is not a dream.

She never falls asleep. She waits until his breaths become steady, signaling his descent into the realm of dreams. Only then does she allow herself to cry again, her heart heavy with the weight of her impeding departure.

She leaves the warmth of the bed, gathering his t-shirt —she’s unwilling to leave without it—, and a pair of sweatpants that will do until she reaches the water.

Crossing the threshold of Noah’s bedroom door takes all her willpower. Her heart pounds in her chest, threatening to burst. Part of her wishes to sink to her knees and stay, to surrender, to let herself die at the foot of his bed.

It would be the sweetest of deaths, to die in his arms.

Maybe that’d be a better ending than going back to the depths, where she knows there is no future for her and the boy sleeping in the tangled sheets.

It’s a struggle to walk back to him. The need to touch him consuming her entirely.

With trembling hands, she removes the necklace and places it gently on the pillow beside him. His brown hair appears silky and tempting in the moonlight filtering through the window. If only she could awaken him, convince him to follow her to the beach one last time, to hold his hand as she returns to her home beneath the waves… If only she could make him understand that it’s because she wants him and loves him so desperately, because she cannot bear the thought of living without him, he…

…he would…

…he would drown.

She stifles a sob and covers her face with her hands—the same hands that once held him close, that traced the contours of his thin lips after one of their many kisses, the same hands that drew a heart on his chest after the first time they made love and as they lied contently and spent on his bed.

When Noah awakens the next morning, just before dawn, he finds himself alone in bed, with no name to call out for.

"EPILOGUE — THE MERMAID" COMING UP BEFORE FRIDAY

Author's note: if anyone wonders if I enjoy putting myself through this suffering, the answer is yes, apparently I do. 🥲

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merbear25 · 2 months

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Hello again, sweetheart! Congratulations on your followers and the attention your amazing writing gets, I can't wait for it to be even more appreciated 💕 Thank you for all the sweet interactions as well!

For the request, can I get Corazon and Croco + walking in on fem!reader? Or them walking in on the reader if it's easier for you. Please take your time and thank you for everything 💕

Hello beautiful person! Thank you so much for the ask and kind words 💜 Since you told me in DMs you want to change Croco to Doffy, your wish is my command! I hope you like it 🥰

NSFW below the cut! MDNI!!

Corazon walking in on a fem!reader

After being put through hell that day, you wanted to set aside some time for yourself—soaking in a bubble bath. The steam rising from the water was helping your muscles to relax as you eased your way down, further submerging yourself in it.

Reflecting on your most recent mission, Rosinante found his way into your thoughts. In spite of his clumsiness, you found him endearing. Chuckling to yourself at the shenanigans he'd find himself in, and incidentally, adding more work for the rest of the family, the humorous moments shifted to those of a more sensual manner. You wished you could hear his voice more often; he always chose his words carefully and his voice carried a gentleness that you'd never encountered before.

Letting your hand wander to your anticipating clit, you set your lustful fantasies of him run free. In doing this, you through caution to the wind—completely ignoring any outside threat. Skillfully working yourself to climax, you could feel the build up about to be released.

Getting carried away in your current endeavors, you hadn't heard the door open; it was only when you opened your heavy eyelids to see a wide-eyed Rosinante staring at you, mouth agape, and leaving the door wide open.

Panicking, you shouted for him to shut it. He did so but with him inside the room with you. He quickly snapped his fingers to encase the two of you in 'silence'. Frantically apologizing, face turning redder the longer he stood in front of you, he still had yet to look away from your vulnerable body.

When the initial shock subsided, he began shifting his stance, which brought your attention to the lust bulging between his legs.

You weren't conscious of this, but your knees seperated from the sight of his yearning to be intimate.

Keeping his gaze on you, he skeptically motioned towards you—wanting to give you the chance to deny him if you so wished. Your body was warmed up for him, and with this, you nodded for him to come closer.

Kneeling down at the side of the tub, he was sure to focus on you before unzipping his jeans. Immediately going in for a deep kiss, his lips held onto yours with each motion. Reaching up to your chest, he cupped at your perked breast, rolling your nipple in between his finger tips.

Arching your back, you were signalling to him that you needed more from him. Ripping his shirt off, he then plunged his hand into the water, finding your needy cunt with ease. You attempted to choke back your mewls, but he reminded you of the silencing field he'd put up, "I want to hear each and every one of your pretty moans."

It wasn't long before he had you crying out his name when you reached your limit. Panting from the wave that'd just rushed over you, he placed another gentle kiss on your forehead.

Pawing at his chest, you wanted to return the favor.

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How could he say such things to you? You'd been nothing but loyal to him and this whole joke of a family. Throwing yourself down on the sofa, your rage was far from disapating; you were rilled up and in search of some sort of release—any kind.

Even though you loathed him in the moment, your hatred for him was often overshadowed by your want to be under him. Having him show any kind of gratitude towards you was what you'd been after all along.

Your chest rose and fell more quickly as the shift in your emotions were giving you whiplash. Frustration still running deep, you acted on your urges: lifting up your skirt and sliding your fingers over the wet patch that'd already formed.

Imagining him telling you how well you'd been doing, brought on an undertone of sadness. However, you ignored it and focused on how he'd reward you if he ever woke up to the fact you were one of his most powerful members.

Allowing yourself to finally melt into your touch, you were startled by a low laugh. Pulling your skirt back down, you turned to see Doflamingo, who was wearing a devilish grin.

"Don't stop on my account. You looked like you were really getting into it," he threw in while taking a seat across from you in the armchair. "Go on then. Show me what I've been missing out on."

Obeying him, you continued performing your sinful act. He leaned back to enjoy the show you were putting on. Hearing the shameful noises coming from your soaked pussy made him lick his lips with hunger.

Watching him behave in such a predatory manner made your hips buck to the rhythm you were playing on your starved slit.

You could feel yourself approaching the end, your breath hitched at your conflicting emotions jerking you in different directions.

"Stop," he ordered.

Trying to catch your breath, you looked at him with a pain on your face, "What?"

"That's enough. Stop." His sly smirk hadn't changed.

Getting up in protest, not only for what'd just been playing out, but for all of the other misfortunes he'd put you through all came flooding to you at once.

You'd barely left the cushions before he was on top of you, forcing you into a mating press. "Good workers only get their reward if they learn to obey their superiors," ending this with a slimy lick along your throat and cheek.

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ONE BITE.

Lee Know x reader. (s)

Synopsis: There’s nothing more enticing than the forbidden apple and Minho’s forbidden apple takes in the form of you, a girlfriend of his close friend but all he only needs is one bite. But does one bite will ever be enough? (5,8k words)

Forbidden fruit is the sweetest.

So is your smile, the sound of your laugh, the way your eyes closed when you grin, your cute little gasps when you see something that catches your interest, every word that came out of your mouth, and every other part of you that he had yet to discover but he knows for sure he'll admire.

That body and those distinctive charms wrapped in that red dress with the hem swaying along as you slowly dance to the music playing in the room.

You make one ripe-looking apple on a sole tree, so enticing, tempting, and profoundly alluring.

And Minho has been looking at that apple like he knows that one bite of it would be enough to fill his hunger and quench his thirst at once.

The only problem is that the apple tree is in someone's garden but isn't that why forbidden things are more appealing?

The owner of the garden is coming towards him, his best friend, Hyunjin. It's like he knows he's been salivating over his apple, he blocks the view by standing right in front of him.

"You're going home for the weekend, right?" Hyunjin asks, handing Minho a new cup of drink.

Minho leans against the back of the sofa, "yeah," he replies.

"I know you're going the opposite way," Hyunjin pauses to take a sip of his drink, "but can you give my girlfriend a ride home?"

When Minho thinks that he should be refrained from keep looking at Hyunjin's beautiful garden, an opportunity presents itself, an opportunity to take a closer look.

Still, he doesn't want to seem eager on taking the chance, he keeps his cool and takes a small sip of his drink.

"She lives in that apartment building next to the city park, right?" Minho coyly asks.

Hyunjin nods while he's gulping his drink.

"Yeah, alright, it's not that far," Minho adds a shrug to show nonchalance.

"Oh, thank you," Hyunjin emphasizes his gratitude by shaking Minho's hand.

He immediately lets it go and puts his drink away, "I'm going to tell her," he says with a smile.

Minho watches as Hyunjin makes his way to you, surprising you with a back hug and you look over your shoulder with a smile on your face.

Hyunjin softly catches your lips like he was trying to capture that smile with a kiss and keeps it for himself.

He then whispers something into your ear that got you flustered, hiding your face into his neck.

All these times, Minho has witnessed enough things of Hyunjin and you being together, out in the open or even behind the closed door of his bedroom.

Not sure if he envies him but Minho only wants it more because he can't have it.

The party slowly dies down as guests started to leave one by one and leave the mess behind. That's none of his worries, he worries more about the drive home knowing that he'll be giving a ride to Hyunjin's sweet little thing.

Minho goes to his room to take his things but stops as he walks past Hyunjin's room and the door is slightly ajar.

He can't see anything but he does have the sight of you and Hyunjin on the bed together through the reflection in the mirror.

Minho lingers there and watches as Hyunjin pins you under him, his hand going under the hem of your dress and kneading on your flesh.

He holds his breath as he listens to the pretty noises you make against the smooching sounds of your lips locking with Hyunjin, the low giggles, and that breathless gasp you make in between kisses.

"You're so pretty in red," Hyunjin sweetly compliments you with his hand lifting the hem of your dress, exposing the white underwear you're wearing underneath.

Hyunjin's long finger slips under the fabric, teasing you while seductively gazing into your eyes.

"Is it the color or because my tits look amazing in it?" You tease back with a low giggle.

Hyunjin cracks a low laugh, "that too," he responds.

Minho intently watches as Hyunjin pulls the front of your dress down and your breast is spilling out of their confinement.

From what he's seeing, Minho can imagine how soft you would be, which makes him want to bury his head between those mounds.

Fuck, you're rather a juicy one and full of flavors, it suits Minho's taste so well.

Hyunjin doesn't hesitate to take it in his mouth and sucks on it while you're lowly moaning, your hand slips in his hair. From there, he begins making a trail of kisses down your body and ends with him burying his face between your legs, rubbing his nose against your clothed core, and making you softly whine.

Hyunjin draws a sharp breath before returning to kiss your lips again, "fuck, I'm so horny," he sighs with so much frustration.

No shit! Minho's mouth starts to water as well, he's been swallowing his saliva the whole time he's standing there.

"It's getting late. I have to go," you remind him.

Hyunjin groans against your neck like a fussy toddler.

You try to console him by kissing the side of Hyunjin's face, "We'll meet again this weekend."

Hyunjin collapses on the bed next to you and lets out a heavy sigh, "I'm so hard right now," he confesses with a shy laugh.

You turn to face him on the bed that Minho can only see your back in the mirror.

"Let me take care of it for you," you say to him followed by the sound of the zipper being parted open.

Minho takes it that it's his time to stop watching because he has no one to take care of his boner.

Minho has been waiting in the kitchen and drinking Chan's endless supply of cranberry juice in the fridge to sober up.

He didn't drink much but he'll be driving a car, it's better if he balances the alcohol in his body with fruit juice.

Statistically, the two of you should be out of the room already, it doesn't take long to give a hand job and you only need a few more minutes after.

Hyunjin knows Minho doesn't have that much patience, especially when it comes to waiting.

He already drains half of the carton when he decides it is time to interrupt.

He bumps into you and Minho holds you out of reflex, he catches the smell of your perfume, of jasmine and something soft, he can't pinpoint what it is.

"I'm so sorry," you say while laughing.

"No, it's okay," Minho slowly lets you go even though he doesn't want to.

"Are you ready to go home?"

"Yes, I just need to find my bag," you look around the room to find it.

Minho goes to the kitchen where he's been keeping your bag on top of the counter, "here," he announces.

"Thank you," you mutter as you approach him to get it from him.

"Want to drink something?"

"I'll have whatever it is you're having," you answer and grabs the glass Minho is using.

Minho refills the glass and watches as you drink it in one long gulp. Is it necessary to look that good when doing such a mundane thing?

The shape your body takes and that beautiful arch, gosh, you are rather a juicy one.

Hyunjin comes into the scene when it's getting good, he goes to your side and put an arm around you.

"I'm sorry I can't take you home myself," he says to you.

"That's okay," you say back.

Hyunjin kisses you again before leaving and Minho has his back watching it for him this time. He has enough for today.

Hyunjin turns to Minho and says, "Please, take her home safely."

Minho doesn't say anything but smiles at Hyunjin in response. He'll take her home safely but what happens after that, no promises.

Minho has an inkling that you know he's been secretly watching you.

There were a few occasions of you catching him looking at you but you did nothing but slyly smile at him.

That's low-key hot to him, you know he's trouble but you let him get away with it every time.

He doesn't want to presume that there's something but he guesses you want to see how big of a trouble he can make.

If that is so, oh... just so you wait.

"You listen to this band too?"

Minho's mind is miles away from his body and you snap him out of it, "come again?"

"You listen to this band?" You ask again, at the song playing on the car from his phone.

"Yes, I've been listening to them lately," he answers and focuses on the road ahead instead of the glimpse of your exposed thighs.

"I like them a lot," you say and start to sing along to the song.

You're not going to make it any easy for him, mmh? But at the same time, Minho wishes that the ride will never end.

"Why aren't you staying over?" Minho asks.

You stayed over with Hyunjin a few times already and no one will mind if you stay over again, he doesn't know about the other members but Minho personally would like it, a bit too much honestly.

"Hyunjin said he needs to wake up early for something tomorrow," you reply.

Minho knows that Hyunjin has been practicing a lot for something and he's been preparing himself because of how important it is.

However, Hyunjin skipped on the chance to spend a night with you and that's just crazy.

Minho would definitely have his cake and eat it too.

"Thank you for the lift," you say to him while unbuckling the safety belt.

"No worries," Minho helps you taking your bag from the backseat and handing it to you, his hand accidentally brushes yours in the process.

"You're welcomed to visit me anytime," you add with your hand unlocking the car door.

Minho nods but doesn't say anything but his eyes are looking at your lips.

"Drive safely," you say for the last time before stepping out of the car.

Minho once again can only watch as the luscious, gleaming red apple is getting away from him and out of his reach as he drives away.

As he stares at your reflection that has become a red dot in his rearview mirror, he thinks...

"If no one is going to take a bite of it then who will?"

The red dress is a little too tight around the hips that you have to lift it to be able to walk.

After you got out of the elevator, you press the call button on Hyunjin's number to inform him you've safely arrived at your apartment, he doesn't pick up the call even after you unlocked the door.

You try again as you clamp your phone between your ear and shoulder as your hands are busy taking your shoes off.

You give up on calling and go to the kitchen to have a glass of water, deciding to type a text instead.

You reckon he's asleep and you might as well just get on with your night routine of washing up and changing into your night dress.

As you head to your bedroom, your doorbell rings.

Once and twice, you've been standing there and don't know what to do because who would visit you at 2 am?

You brave yourself and open the door to only see the one you didn't expect.

"Minho?"

He sheepishly smiles, "you said I can visit you anytime," he says.

It's not about the invitation but how eagerly he took the invitation that got you rubbing your neck, perplexed.

"Well, yeah, sure," you stammer.

There's no way you're going to keep him standing outside your door, "you want to come in?"

Minho seems to be waiting for you to say that, his face relaxed the moment you let him into your apartment.

Your phone is ringing on the kitchen counter, "it's probably Hyunjin," you say, turning to pick it up.

Minho grabs your hand and stops you from going, "don't pick it up then," he says.

You give him a questioning look then softly chuckle. You gently take your hand away from but he's quick to grab it by your wrist.

You thought he was just joking but you're the only one laughing and the phone stops ringing, "but why?"

"I just want to be with you tonight," he simply answers.

You're getting more confused but somehow you chuckle at his words.

"I know that..." he walks towards you then stops right in front of you, "you know I've been looking at you."

Minho leans into the side of your face his warm breath brushing your cheek and ear.

You keep looking straight ahead because you know exactly what he's talking about. You know he's been secretly ogling over you whenever you're around each other.

Those eyes, you recognize those eyes that are filled with so much want. You bet the fact that you have a boyfriend only adds to the thrill of it.

Minho brings his mouth close to your ear, "now for this—"

"I have a boyfriend, Minho," you slice through his words, hoping those are enough to remind him that he should stop wherever it is he's leading this conversation.

"I'm not going to steal you from my best friend. You don't have to worry about that," he softly speaks with his nose grazing your ear shell.

There's this slight fear inside you that if you turn to look at him, you'd get caught in his spell. You resist the urge and keep looking away from him.

"Just give me one chance..." his words are heavy with wants with a tad of hopelessness in them.

Minho endearingly brushes your hair to the side and holds it there.

"Just one chance, mmh?" He pleads again into your ear with his voice as sweet as honey.

The temptation is there and you're just a nudge away from crumbling down, "I don't know, Minho," you sigh because the last layer of defense you have against him is far too weak.

Just like Hyunjin senses that you needed saving, the phone starts ringing again.

You got startled because of how the phone shattered the silence and the building tension in the room.

You turn to get the phone and Minho stops you again with his hand on your waist.

"Hey, look at me," Minho gently demands.

And foolishly, you obey him and look up at him in which Minho doesn't waste another second to plant his lips on yours.

The kiss is searing, fiery, and hungry. The kiss feels hot and cold at once. The kiss feels so wrong but good, too good. The walls crumbling down and with every kiss, he strips you away from all of your senses.

"Minho..." you breathlessly call his name against his mouth as the last warning call for him.

He cups your jaw with one hand and stares into your eyes, you see no hint of fear in them but a determination to finish what he has just started.

It's your fault for always letting him play with fire instead of putting it off and now you can't do anything but watch as the fire burns.

The phone has stopped ringing and it's better to stay that way.

It's you and him now, no one is there to witness it but no one has to know either.

He can feel that your edges gradually soften the more he kisses you and he knows he should be patient, he just can't.

He wanted to feel your touch, your hands on him so he take them and put them around his neck.

Then he pulls you closer until there's no gap between your bodies and holds you so tight until your body molds into him.

Hyunjin is that lucky bastard who gets to kiss you a thousand times and your lips would taste just as good each time. He gets to hold your body and feels your warmth, drunk in your heavenly smell.

All these envious thoughts drive him mad that he gets even more impatient with every second passing, he hoists you and puts your legs around his waist.

You gasp into his mouth in surprise and at the same time, clutch onto his shoulders as he takes you to your bedroom.

As he gently lay you down on the bed, he takes a moment to admire you up close.

Your eyes, your nose, your lips, then he starts using his hand to tenderly caresses your cheek, feeling them heating against the back of his hand.

The apple is finally in his hand, ripe and luscious, the only thing left to do is pick it right from the tree.

He leans in close but your hand on his chest prevents him from kissing you.

Your eyes are closed and when you open them, he can see the distress in them.

He understands that this is a mistake but this will be the only time, "this will be the first and the last time," he assures you.

You lick your lips and let out a low sigh, "Hyunjin can't know about this," you say.

"He can't, ever!" You say again, a little louder and a whole lot more aggressive.

Minho holds your face to make you look at him and let you know how much he means by his words, "I swear I'll never tell him."

You crumple the front of his shirt in your hand, "swear on your life!" You demand.

Minho holds your hand on his chest, "I swear on my life," he swears. He crashes his mouth with you to kiss your doubts away until both of you fall onto the bed.

With that being said, Minho picks the apple right from the tree.

He watches the thing that mesmerized him, lured him, enticed him, and peels every layer that hides all of those heavenly parts of yours.

He stands there, looking at your body clothed in white undergarments and laying there on the bed for him to see, for his eyes only.

"So gorgeous," he sighs into the quiet of your bedroom.

And fucking Hyunjin gets to see it whenever he wants, he continues in his head.

It's hard looking at such a ripe apple and not getting a taste of it.

So he uses his hands, painting your body with the warmth of his palms, miles, and miles of silky smooth skin for him to explore.

He uses his mouth next, covering every inch of your skin with searing kisses and each kiss is longer than the previous.

Minho has just tasted the exterior of it and he is already intoxicated by it, his head hurts just from imagining what it would taste like when he bites into you.

But Minho needs to make sure of one thing, he might be craving for it but he can suppress it if he needed to.

"I feel like..." he pauses to take your hand and kisses the inside of your hand, "if we go further from here, there'll be no going back," he says.

You nod.

He looks into your eyes, seeking permission from you.

"Can I?"

You slide your hands up from his chest to the collar of his shirt, "we're far from going back," you affirm his permit.

He looks down to see your hands already working his buttons open and he knows for sure now that he has reached the point of no return.

Minho allows himself to peel another layer of you, the last one that separates him from achieving his dreams.

You're beautiful in that beautiful lingerie but even more beautiful without them.

A body that can't be described with words but he knows how through actions.

He kisses, licks, nibbles, and endlessly touches it, making you moan in pleasure and feeling admired.

Gosh, it would take him days, weeks, months to properly admire your body from head to toe that he starts to believe he was born to worship it.

One more trip down south and he gets to taste the delicacy between your legs, of sweet juice, and gets him thirsty just from the sight of it.

Licking his lips and a deep breath later, Minho dives right in without knowing how it would overwhelm him.

His greedy mouth takes more than he could, ignoring your whimpers but at the same time, arching your back for more of it.

You taste even better what he has in mind, juicy and sweet, through and through.

Hyunjin gets to taste it and he can get more if he wants to. Lucky, lucky son of a bitch, he curses in his head.

He opens his mouth wider to taste more of you with his arms curved around your thighs to keep your legs open as his envious thought replays in the back of his mind.

When a loud moan erupts from your mouth that's when Minho snaps himself out of his head.

Not sure about Hyunjin but Minho feels proud that he can make you cum against his mouth, flooding his tongue with your essence.

"So fucking sweet," he murmurs before burying his mouth in your wetness with his nose grazing your clit.

He then crawls over your body and sees you slowly gaining your senses after climaxing.

It's time. He can't wait to take one ultimate bite and have his desire fulfilled.

"Can I do it raw?" He whispers into your ear.

He then plants a tender kiss on your jaw, "I want to feel you whole."

He looks at your face while waiting for your answer, his finger trailing the shape of your jaw.

"Okay," you answer.

And he feels like dying just from the excitement.

With your legs spread open and his cock is evidently hard, his breath is erratic, hot, and heavy. Minho is growing impatient, one strike away from getting out of control.

He feels your hand on him and rubs it up and down his arms, "are you okay?"

You are a sweet little thing, aren't you? You know how to keep him wanting more of that sweetness.

He hovers above you, kissing you while rubbing his swollen cock on your wet slit repeatedly and you open your legs wider for him, presenting yourself to him.

One deep kiss on your mouth and his hands sliding down your sides, stopping right at your waist.

He gives his cock a few pumps to finally align it with your entrance and slowly pushes it in.

Sharp breath escaped through his gritted teeth as he intently watches his cock disappear into you while his brain is working hard to keep his senses intact.

It's overwhelming being inside you, it feels so good he almost lost it right at that second.

You softly whine while reaching for his forearms, gripping them as you squirm on the bed with your eyes closed and your hair spread on the pillow.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck..." he keeps cursing under his breath, still can't believe that it's happening but when he feels your velvety walls wrapped tightly around his length, he knows it's real.

And those pretty, breathless noises you make.

He takes your hands and laced them together with his, pinning them next to your head as he lowers his mouth on yours again for a gentle kiss.

"How do you feel so good?" He asks against your lips because this forbidden bite tastes like a delicious sin.

You respond with those low giggles that are cute and sexy at once to him.

Minho's body starts to move without needing his brain to send the green light first, slow and steady.

He buries his head in your neck, planting hot kisses on the column of your throat, and muffles his grunts by pressing his mouth on the skin.

Minho wouldn't waste this one chance selfishly, well, he wanted to but he suppressed that, he wants to make it last as long as he could.

He slows down and back to sitting on the bed, holding you by the waist, lifting it off the bed.

With the firm grip of his hands on each side of you, he starts thrusting into you, deeper and deeper.

He truly enjoys watching his cock going in and out of you, adding his hand to gently circle your clit, these stimulations going at once are enough to make you a moaning mess under him.

When he's getting too comfortable with it, he changes his pace and put one of your legs up, putting it on his shoulder.

This position allows him to launch deeper inside you, he starts slow and adds more speed as he goes.

He turns his head to place small kisses on your ankle while hands rub down your thigh, squeezing on the ample flesh.

Hyunjin gets to have you whenever he wants, life is so fucking unfair! The thought echoes inside his head as his thrusts become harder and a little rougher.

He withdraws when he gets too close to the edge, puts your leg down, and back to kissing you again. He turns his attention to your soft mounds and buries his head in between.

His greedy mouth is back in action by pushing both of your breasts to the middle and taking them in turns, wetting your nipples with his hot, slick tongue.

"Oh my..." you stop yourself from making noises by sucking your fingers.

His body once again starts picking up the pace without him intending to, thrusting into you relentlessly.

Minho is way into it, drowning and immersing himself in it. There's no way he can hold it in any longer.

He takes your mouth and sloppily kisses you, his hands holding the frame of your face, keeping you still as he's chasing his high.

You know he's so close, your hands clinging onto his shoulders with your legs wrapped around his waist and crossed at the ankle.

He feels it coming, coming until it's too late.

Fumbling to pull out, he throws your hands aside and quickly pulls out of you to only see his cum leaking out of you.

"Fuck, fuck..." his voice tinted with concern yet he keeps pumping his cock until the last string of cum dropped on your cunt.

Your hand reaches for his hand first and you sit up on the bed, holding his cock in your hand to put it back inside you.

"If I stay inside you, I may—" his words got cut off as you sit on his lap, straddling him on the bed with your arm around his neck.

Before he can continue, you kiss him again and starts to slowly grind on him. He can feel his cock getting hard again although he was just cumming a while ago.

His body can't lie and he knows better that he can't resist you.

Also, if this is the only bite that he'll ever get, then he'll take one big, satisfying bite.

Unbeknownst to him, human is known for their greed.

Everything is alright.

He's still friends with Hyunjin, living in the dorm together with him and you are still his girlfriend, no one knows about that night except, well, you and him.

What you both did is to release the sexual tension it's strictly physical, pure lust. There's nothing more than that.

To prove that, Minho gets himself a girlfriend and he’s taking her to the party tonight. You should be relieved, you should be assured that he’s keeping his words secrecy.

Since he only found Hyunjin, he introduces her to him first and Hyunjin secretly gives him an impressed smirk.

"Where's your girlfriend?" Minho casually asks.

Hyunjin holds his drink in the other hand, "she'll be here soon," he says.

Just like it's timed, you come into the scene looking so effortlessly stunning in a white dress and it only reminds him of the color of your underwear that night.

Hyunjin pulls you by the waist and tilts his head to ask for a kiss which you immediately give without him needing to ask for it.

"I'm sorry. The traffic is just ugh..." you groan and peck Hyunjin's lips again.

"That's okay," Hyunjin responds with a smile.

It's like Minho is involuntarily trapped in your little bubble, he clears his throat and burst it.

Hyunjin's head snaps towards Minho, "and oh yeah, Minho brings someone with him," he quickly adds.

You turn your head at them, first at the girl next to him then at Minho.

"Hi, nice to meet you," you introduce yourself first to the girl.

Minho somehow feels a bit disappointed at how things went incredibly well, not sure what he was expecting though. Maybe an eyebrow raise from you? He honestly has zero ideas but the disappointment is there, gnawing inside him.

"Hope you’re having fun tonight!" You add as you take Hyunjin's hand then get him up from his seat, taking him somewhere.

As the night goes on, Minho has his girlfriend stays by his side but his head is elsewhere and his eyes are quietly watching you from across the room, sitting on the loveseat together with Hyunjin, talking and laughing, your hands laced together.

And he shouldn't care what the two of you are going or doing but a slight fear creeping inside of him.

What if you tell him about that night? What if you decide to come clean? What if you tell him everything and throw him under the bus?

You're the one with a relationship in here which means you have a guilty conscience that squeezed the truth out of you. He can't help but keeps asking himself what if? What if? What if?

A moment later, he finds himself standing there peeking through the door of Hyunjin's bedroom, just like that night. He has taken his bite however he feels exactly the same. Still as tempted and as enticed, but hopefully a bit smarter.

"What's with you today?" Hyunjin asks.

The two of you cuddle on the bed with Hyunjin resting his back against the headboard and you sit next to him, an arm around you with your head resting on his shoulder.

"You're so clingy," he adds with a kiss on the top of your head.

You don't say anything but nuzzle your head further into his neck, "you don't like it?"

Hyunjin chuckles and rubs your back, "of course I like it," he answers.

"You're extra cuddly today," he murmurs along with a kiss on your cheek.

You put your hand across his chest and look up at him, "Keep holding me close like this!" You say, sounding so small that Minho almost couldn't hear it.

Hyunjin playfully tangled his legs around your body and hoists you to lay you on top of him, wrapping his arms around you so tightly, "like that?"

"Exactly like that," you reply while giggling

"Okay."

"Don't let me go," you say.

"I won't," Hyunjin replies, followed by smooching sounds of his kisses on you.

Minho leans in close to the door with eyes closed, hearing the cute little gasps you make in between kisses and after that, he hears you softly say, "I love you."

His heart swells and expands as warm feelings fill it full to the brim, those words are what everyone said, magical.

"I love you too, beautiful," Hyunjin replies.

That's when it hits him that those words aren't for him and his heart takes a plunging crash onto the terrain that is his wishful thinking.

He should be fine, he should be alright and it has always been like that, but it’s different now because that one bite changes everything.

Minho has been sitting in his car, nervously tapping his fingers on the steering wheel while looking up at the window of your apartment.

After driving his new girlfriend home and he finds himself making a right turn to your apartment building. Is it your magnetic field that is way too strong or has he foolishly put himself in there? There's no way to avoid it when it's the desire within him that got him here.

When he found out from Hyunjin that you went home early tonight, Minho can't help but think that the universe is in his favor.

If you're feeling unwell then why the lights are still on? He can't help but think that you're avoiding him by using that as an excuse.

So why don't you let him be the one who nurtures you, waters you, takes care of you, making you the most precious tree in his garden?

He only needs to make it make sense to you, how that one bite grows an addiction in him and he won't give up without trying.

One chance and a little bit of your time, that's all he needs.

He sets a goal in his head and that is to talk to you, to persuade you, he would be on his knees and pleads to you if he had to.

He wants you more than just a bite.

Minho takes a deep breath as he stands right in front of your door, he knows that knocking on your door means he's past the point of no return.

There's nothing to lose, so Minho jumps with both feet in without knowing how deep it goes until he can feel the ground.

Minho knocks on the door and free falls into uncertainty.

Once, twice, there's no answer.

He tries again for the third time and he'll keep doing it until he has this apple in his palm again, this time he won't let go.

He keeps knocking on the door and a moment later, he hears someone unlocking the door from within.

Forbidden or not, he's ready to embrace it all with a smile that slowly rises on his face.

The door swings open wider and wider, but instead of you, he sees Hyunjin.

"Minho?" He asks with a surprised face.

Hyunjin leans his side against the door frame and asks again, "What are you doing here?"

The smile fades from Minho's face as he's looking over Hyunjin's shoulder, and finds you standing there, looking as tantalizing as ever.

His forbidden apple with a secret woven in that sweet smile but somehow that adds to the charm, enticed him all over again.

There's no denying that you'll always be the forbidden apple in his eyes but he forgets that Hyunjin will always be the apple of your eyes.

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hoonshouse · 9 months

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Heyy, can u pls write jay or heeseung ff hurt comfort? Maybe the reader having an argument with them and they give them the silent treatment but they make it up for them later, fluffy ending pls, thank u sm 🫶🏻

this is mostly angst w a little fluff at the end i hope that’s ok ♡

“Heeseung—“

You’re quiet for the first time in an hour, just staring at him in disbelief. You knew this argument wasn’t anywhere close to being resolved, but something about the way he said don’t you think you’re being a little bit immature stung you. He doesn’t usually talk so harshly to you. Sure, he could’ve said worse, but that doesn’t change that what he did say was making your heart ache and not in the happy, lovesick kind of way.

“I’m going to take a walk. I need some space.”

Heeseung’s eyes are all over you, scanning your face and body language to see what just happened—what just went wrong. He starts to say your name, but he lets it die down on his tongue and he lets you walk out the door.

He hasn’t stopped calling and texting you since. You’ve been ignoring him, and you know that’s not the “mature” thing to do, especially when you can tell he’s worried by the tone of his messages, but the larger part of you doesn’t care. You’re too hurt to stop yourself from causing more.

I’m so sorry, y/n.

I never should have said that.

I didn’t mean to hurt you.

Please just tell me you’re safe.

All unanswered.

You take your time making it back to your apartment, entering it silently and walking past a pale-faced Heeseung to your bedroom where you plan to go right to sleep. “Y/n,” Heeseung calls softly as he pads towards your room with you, his voice sounding dejected. “Y/n, please just look at me, baby.”

You chew on the inside of your cheek before begrudgingly turning to look at Heeseung. His eyes are round, pleading, and his pretty lips are parted like he’s witnessing his life instead of living it. He’s watching the crash.

When Heeseung realizes you’re not going to just turn your back to him again—that you’re actually giving him a chance—he drops to his knees, taking your hands in his. You sit down on the edge of the bed, looking into the eyes of someone that loves you so much they’re willing to quite literally put you above themselves.

“Baby, I’m so, so sorry.” He kisses the mess of your hands in his palm and holds them to his cheek as if they might disappear any second. “I should have been more careful with my words. I never want to hurt you.” He sighs and presses many more kisses to your hands.

“Heeseung, you know how much it hurts me when it feels like you’re discrediting my feelings.”

“I know, baby. I know.” He frowns and moves your entanglement of hands until one hand of fingers is laced through yours. His eyes are genuine as they stare into yours and the sadness reflected back to you makes you feel sorry for him and for you. “I got frustrated and I was careless. I hurt you and I’m so sorry.”

You wipe away the single tear that pricks your eye and exhale heavily, free hand finding Heeseung’s soft hair. “I love you, Hee. I know you would never hurt me on purpose.”

The pretty stars are back in his eyes, easily outshining the pain that was there before. Heeseung wraps his arms around your waist and pulls, head resting on your thighs as he hugs you to himself. “Never, baby. I promise.” He turns his head till his lips are on you, innocently littering your thighs with kiss after kiss in thanks.

You can’t help but giggle at his display of gratitude, laughing even harder when his hair tickles the smallest bit of exposed skin and when he nuzzles his head playfully against you.

The next time he looks back up at you, he’s grinning from ear to ear, eyes soft and adoring. You can’t help but think that that look tells you more about his heart than a few frustrated words ever could.

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#heeseung angst #heeseung fluff #enhypen angst #enhypen fluff #heeseung #heeseung solo

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chen-feiyu · 1 year

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The impact of Chu Wanning and his values on Mo Ran's morals in the second timeline of 2ha

When I read 2ha, one of the most satisfying things about the story for me was observing how Mo Ran's growth as a person was intrinsically linked to the way in which he perceived Chu Wanning and his values since, deep down, he has always been his reason for existence and the force who restores his faith in humanity.

1.0 is complicated in terms of morals, in the sense that he has no interest in helping others and shows contempt toward Chu Wanning and Sisheng Peak for caring about injustice and the common people so fiercely - albeit with Chu Wanning, there's the added resentment that he devoted his life to helping anyone in need, yet let Shi Mei die during the heavenly rift and refused to acknowledge Mo Ran during all of the time in which he was his disciple.

He loathed to be dismissed by Chu Wanning when he was Taxian-Jun too but at this part of the novel, Mo Ran's PTSD opts to repress most of Chu Wanning-related thoughts for avoiding emotional pain, to the point in which he even comes up with a different retelling of Chu Wanning's death in 0.5, where it occurred by his own hands.

Unlike Taxian-Jun, Mo Ran 1.0 has no desire to trample over the weak or perpetrate suffering. He's merely self-absorbed and focused on enjoying the moment and newfound positive emotions, considering he didn't have any for decades.

Mo Ran is, however, fully aware of the gravity of his actions since the beginning. He doesn't sugarcoat it, doesn't pretend that he had any justification for the pain that he caused, and deliberately makes the choice to not take revenge on Rong Jiu in chapter 2 of the novel, giving us a glimpse of the Mo Ran who strived to stand by Duan Yihan's maxim of repaying gratitude and not holding grudges.

The novel starts with Taxian-Jun being suicidal, talking about his crimes, calling his life sinful, stating he has blasphemed and that his hands are stained with blood. In this regard, Mo Ran is an outlier in comparison to characters like Song Qiutong and Rong Jiu, who don't hesitate to explain their behavior and justify themselves with their circumstances. In Mo Ran's eyes, he's someone who sinned irreversibly and it's a miracle that he got a second chance when he didn't do anything to earn it.

Mo Ran tends to describe himself as a simple person who doesn't like to overthink and has difficulty grasping complex things, especially emotions, yet he knows what he craves the most is acknowledgment and acceptance. He can't overlook when someone does something for him, which is why his feelings for Chu Wanning tend to be so conflicting after the injury in Butterfly Town arc.

After this, Mo Ran begins to observe him closely and is unable to stay away entirely. Instead of feeling sheer hatred at Chu Wanning's lack of ability to take care of himself, he's concerned and takes him food he can actually eat since he really doesn't want Chu Wanning to starve or suffer, and rationalizes his need to protect by thinking he's only doing things because he doesn't want to owe Chu Wanning anything.

At random parts of Book 1, Mo Ran would make passing mentions about how when he looks back at some of the things he did in his previous life, he's horrified and unable to understand how could he become so cruel.

It is important to mention that while these are attempts for Mo Ran to truly reflect on what happened enough to make amends, it isn't until he hurts Xia Sini, realizes how selfish he was, and is able to see Chu Wanning in Xia Sini's words, that he stops being able to repress the influx of guilt, regret, and confusion over the person that he used to be and the things he did. Chu Wanning's figure as his moral compass begins to shape in full form over here, given it is his memory that triggers the need for repentance.

Something I must add about Mo Ran being different than RJ or SQT is that during Xia Sini's soup incident, is very clear that the reason he made Xia Sini wait was due to Shi Mei's insistence on Mo Ran to stay by his side, yet Mo Ran takes full responsibility for what happened and doesn't excuse himself at all. Accountability is something he definitely doesn't struggle with.

It is a common belief in the fandom that without the heavenly rift event, it'd have been difficult for Mo Ran to change his mind about Chu Wanning, and I'm inclined to agree here because as I stated before, disliking Chu Wanning's hypocrisy about the common people and his disciples WAS one of his values.

Hypocrisy is a trait that Mo Ran detests profoundly in any person regardless of the timeline where he's at. It's precisely the reason why Ye Wangxi will always be worthy of respect in his eyes and not Song Qiutong.

Knowing that Chu Wanning died for him changes his paradigm and shatters his reality entirely.

Mo Ran 1.0 used to be a person with no purpose who barely reflected on things, tried to remain in the present as much as possible and assumed that because he already experienced many things in the past, he could take advantage of what he knew and keep going mindlessly as long as Shi Mei was around. He didn't feel the responsibility to help or make amends. Caring about humanity wasn't even an afterthought, but an absurd concept overall in his mind.

2.0 is the exact opposite.

Before Duan Yihan left, she took good care of providing Mo Ran with a maxim that he could hold on to since the world was cruel, and she was aware of what could happen to him if his values didn't remain strong.

The flower removed this and broke Mo Ran's biggest value, leaving him with no sense of self other than spite and resentment over all of the tragedy he had to experience. There was nothing to feel grateful about: Shi Mei and his mother were dead and his Shizun always hated him, so indulging in destruction, debauchery, and revenge was all he could do, regardless if he found it enjoyable or not, if it made sense or not.

Mo Ran 1.0 is the middle ground between a bitter, tired adult who had been drowning in hatred for decades and a teenager who was acquiring new experiences and slowly developing empathy as a consequence.

Mo Ran 2.0 is a profoundly traumatized and broken man who doesn't know what to do with all the pain he carries inside and the voices in his mind who tell him he's dirty, irremediably evil, and undeserving of the sacrifice that Chu Wanning made for him. He can't exteriorize any of this, and can't give up on life either because it was a gift that Chu Wanning granted him.

He's worthless in comparison to Chu Wanning, but if he can dedicate his days to acting in half the decent way that Chu Wanning did, then maybe that would be enough to clean the stains on his soul, if only a little, at least.

In 0.5 Duan Yihan gave Mo Ran a purpose, the flower took it away from him and Chu Wanning tried to restore it, with no luck, when he asked Taxian-Jun to think about kindness and not harbor evil.

In the second timeline, Mo Ran starts his new life with no purpose, Chu Wanning gives it to him by showing him genuine kindness, by letting him see that he had always been acknowledged and protected from the shadows. A pure soul took care of him and gave him another chance, and his purpose in life became to not fail him in return.

Chu Wanning turned into Mo Ran's pillar. He was the person Mo Ran thought about before making any decision, the one who gave him strength during lonely days, and the God of salvation who visited him as he hallucinated during his episodes.

Doing good deeds in Chu Wanning's name became his second nature. Anything Chu Wanning would do, he'd do it too without hesitation and with this, he forged an unbreakable moral code, impulsed both by his devotion to Chu Wanning and crippling guilt.

As the story advances, Mo Ran is able to see that his lack of understanding about his feelings toward Chu Wanning and the inexplicable, obsessive things that Taxian-Jun did over Chu Wanning in 0.5 strived from a misconception about the relationship between sex and love.

Once this is clear to him, all 2.0 can see in Taxian-Jun's actions is nonsense which only works to reinforce his beliefs about his lack of intelligence. I'll discuss his sense of self further in future posts.

In conclusion: Chu Wanning has had a different, yet consistent impact on Mo Ran's morals throughout all of his life stages.

In 0.5, Chu Wanning started as a force who restored Mo Ran's faith in humanity and then gave him a strong sense of identity over being the disciple of the man that he perceives as the embodiment of justice, goodness, and compassion. In my next series of meta posts, I'll be exploring how this is the reason behind Taxian-Jun's cognitive dissonance around him.

In 2.0, Chu Wanning and his sacrifice disrupt Mo Ran's misconceptions created by the flower and external manipulation.

Chu Wanning's selflessness used to be annoying for him, then unsettling because he didn't understand it properly, and in the end, it devastated him so much that it shattered his reality and helped him to forge a moral code.

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binilpol · 8 months

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Seat/Soulmate

Y/N stood in the bustling international airport, heart pounding with a mix of excitement and nervousness. It was her first time flying to Korea alone, and the unfamiliarity of it all left her feeling a little overwhelmed. She clutched her boarding pass tightly, her eyes scanning the departure board for her flight details.

As she made her way towards the gate, she couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. Her phone buzzed with a message from a friend, offering last-minute words of encouragement. It helped, but she couldn't shake the lingering nerves.

Onboard the plane, she found her seat by the window. Her hands trembled slightly as she stowed her carry-on luggage and fastened her seatbelt. She glanced around, noticing the mix of fellow passengers – some seasoned travelers, others with a similar look of uncertainty.

Just as the plane taxied onto the runway, a friendly voice greeted her from the seat beside her. She turned to see a kind smile on the face of a young man, Sunoo. Their hands accidentally brushed against the armrest. They both laughed, the tension dissipating in an instant.

Sunoo turned towards her, offering a warm smile. "Hi there. It seems we're destined seatmates. I'm Sunoo."

Y/N smiled back, feeling an immediate sense of comfort. "Nice to meet you, Sunoo. I'm Y/N. This is actually my first time flying to Korea alone, so I'm feeling a bit nervous."

Sunoo's eyes sparkled with warmth. "I understand. Flying alone can be intimidating. Don't worry, I'm from Korea. I can help you with anything you need when we arrive."

Y/N's heart swelled with gratitude. His offer of assistance was like a lifeline, easing her worries and turning her apprehension into anticipation.

As the plane took off, they began to talk. Sunoo shared that he had been studying in America and was now returning to Korea to visit his family. Y/N listened intently, finding herself drawn to his stories of adapting to life in a new country.

During the flight, they exchanged tales of their reasons for visiting Korea. Y/N spoke of her fascination with Korean culture and her eagerness to explore the country. They discovered they had much in common – a shared love for trying new foods, a fascination with different cultures, and a mutual admiration for a certain genre of music.

When the layover was announced, they decided to explore the city together. They ventured into local markets, sampled street food, and swapped stories about their favorite travel destinations.

As the day turned into night, they found themselves on a quiet rooftop, looking out over the city. Y/N shared her dreams and aspirations, feeling a sense of comfort in Sunoo's presence.

"It's strange," Sunoo mused, "I feel like we've known each other for years."

Y/N nodded, a smile spreading across her face. "I was thinking the same thing. It's like fate brought us together."

Under the moonlit sky, they sat close, enjoying the quiet companionship and the shared moment of reflection. When the time came to return to the airport, they did so hand in hand, knowing that this chance encounter had marked the beginning of something special.

Over time, their unexpected meeting on that flight became the foundation of a deep and meaningful connection. They navigated the challenges of a long-distance relationship, cherishing every moment they could spend together and counting down the days until they could close the distance for good. Their story was a testament to the power of unexpected connections and the magic that can happen when two strangers take a chance on each other.

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daphnefisherofficial · 7 months

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bugna: TAKIPSILIM | destiny's twilight

CHAPTER THREE

Pairing: MCU Moon Knight System (Marc/Jake/Steven) x Avatar Fem!Reader

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CHAPTER THREE - A CHANCE ENCOUNTER ABOVE THE CLOUDS.

Finding his seat while boarding the plane back to London turned out to be an easy task for Marc Spector.

As he made his way down the narrow aisle, the bustling ambiance of the airplane surrounded him. Passengers were shuffling to their assigned seats, stuffing their bags into overhead compartments, and finding their in-flight entertainment systems. With his ticket in hand, he confidently located his seat, guided by the digits on his boarding pass. It led him to a cozy two-seater nestled in the middle of the row. His seatmate, a young woman seemingly in his early thirties, was already settled in the aisle seat.

After stowing his carry-on bag securely in the overhead compartment, he turned his attention to the person who would be his companion for the duration of the flight. Dressed in a simple white blouse and camel brown pants, the woman exuded an air of regal poise that drew Marc's gaze. Her chestnut brown eyes met his with a polite curiosity, her lingering gaze holding a certain depth of wisdom that seemed to witness centuries come and go.

Her long, ebony-black hair was meticulously gathered into a sleek ponytail with but a few strands of white blonde highlights perfectly framing her olive brown facade, seemingly untouched by the passage of years. Her lips, painted in a delicate shade of mauve, initially curved into a subtle, downward-facing arc. However, as their eyes locked in a silent greeting, her lips gradually transformed into a warm and inviting smile. Her right hand gracefully rose to offer a small, friendly wave.

“You need help with that, sir?” the lady greeted, her voice a gentle, inviting melody as she momentarily rose from her seat to make way for Marc.

“No need, miss”, Marc replied, flashing a warm smile as he settled into his designated spot by the window. “But thanks for the offer”

“Don’t mention it”, she nodded, taking her seat beside him. Her phone chimed, and she blushed slightly before retrieving it and answering the call with a delicate touch of her forefinger.

She looks really pretty, Steven mused in the window’s reflection, his puppy eyes fixated on their seatmate speaking in a foreign language they couldn’t understand, openly admiring her captivating beauty. A subtle shake of Marc's head conveyed his mild disapproval within their shared thoughts, his expression forming into a slight grimace.

“We just got divorced, Steven”, Marc whispered to himself, silently expressing gratitude to the higher powers he still believed in, thankful that their seatmate remained absorbed in her conversation and had yet to cast a glance in their direction.

“Sige, Aleah, pakisabi na lang kay Bill na pauwi na ako from Chicago”, they unintentionally overheard the woman speaking, her voice carrying just enough volume to pique their curiosity. “Ikaw na ang bahalang mag-ayos ng mga job interviews ko sa darating na Sabado sa British Museum para sa upcoming exhibit natin”

Of course, Aleah, just let Bill know that I’m about to fly out from Chicago. I'll leave you in charge of setting up my job interviews at the British Museum for next week’s upcoming exhibit.

British Museum? Steven's eyes widened almost to the size of saucers as he gazed in astonishment at the stunning woman standing beside him. Did she really just say British Museum - oh bollocks! This is too good to be true! If there's an exhibit, she might actually work there, mate. Should we ask her, please?

If Steven wasn’t already fancying the mysterious lady then, Marc was certain that he worships her now, utterly smitten.

“Salamat, Aleah. May pasalubong ako sa inyo ni Bill pag-uwi ko”

Thanks, Aleah. I have a present for you and Bill when I get home.

The lady ended the call with a graceful flick of her fingers, her gaze sweeping back to Marc, a sheepish smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Sorry about that," she said, her voice warm and melodious. "Was I being too loud?"

Marc leaned in a bit closer, his brown eyes twinkling with amusement. "No, not at all," he assured her, mentally keeping Steven's incessant ‘Ask her please, Marc’ phrases at bay. "I didn't mean to eavesdrop either, so let's just pretend I didn't hear a thing."

“Well, that's quite considerate of you”, her laughter danced in the air like a sweet melody - soothing yet very contagious as Marc’s lips couldn’t help but break out into a serene smile. "But nah, it’s fine. My work isn't exactly top-secret anyways"

With a casual wave of her hand, she continued before gently tucking her phone back into her elegant, native hand woven handbag. "I was just catching up with my assistant back in London. She was updating me on a few work-related matters while I'm here overseas. You see, I work as a curator at the British Museum."

We didn’t even need to ask, Steven couldn't help but be awestruck as the revelation sank in, his eyes fixed dreamily on their seatmate before murmuring his awe in quiet reverence. I can't believe she’s living my dream life.

Marc's eyes sparkled with relief as he nodded. "I see," he replied, his voice carrying the weight of a thousand thoughts finally finding peace and quiet. "Steven would have absolutely loved to work there."

"Steven? Who is he?" The kind lady's curiosity shone in her eyes, making Marc inwardly groan while his mischievous companion snickered, his arms folded as he fought to contain his laughter.

You've really gotten yourself into a pickle, Marc. Steven's laughter echoed in his mind. Let's see you wriggle out of this one.

"My... my twin brother," Marc replied, allowing the carefully rehearsed falsehood to roll off his tongue. "He used to work at a museum and always dreamed of becoming a tour guide. Unfortunately, he never got the opportunity and ended up working in the gift shop."

"Really?" The lady's eyes twinkled with wonder. "If he's passionate about Egyptian history and culture, he's in luck. I'll be conducting interviews for potential tour guides to fill one more spot for our upcoming Ennead exhibit next week."

Is it too soon to propose? Steven gasped, practically hyperventilating with excitement. Can I marry her, Marc? This is it, oh my days—

"If your brother's interested, tell him that we have an opening", the young lady winked, sending Steven inside Marc's head into a complete frenzy. "I'll be more than happy to make time for him if he drops by the museum this weekend."

"You really didn't have to do that", Marc nervously chuckled, clearing his throat. "I'm sure you're already pretty busy"

"Nonsense, I’d love to help out!" the lady exclaimed with genuine enthusiasm, her eyes sparkling with warmth. She reached into her handbag once again, the faint jingle of keys and coins accompanying her actions, and retrieved a sleek, purple and gray card. It had an air of sophistication about it, just like its owner.

"Here’s my calling card," she said, offering it to Marc with a graceful flourish. "It has my email address there so that Steven can send me his CV."

Taking the card gingerly, Marc's eyes scrutinized it, reflecting his mixed emotions. He could see his own reflection, and that of Steven, peering closely at the small piece of printed cardboard paper. Finally, they focused on the name of their beautiful flight companion, which was printed neatly in bold font at the center.

MIRA BATALA-CARTER [email protected] Curator, British Museum.

“My name’s Mira Batala-Carter, by the way,” she said happily, extending her hand for Marc to shake.

"Marc Spector," he replied, nodding and accepting her hand in a brief but gentle handshake. He couldn't deny the flutter in his heart as her soft skin met his rough, calloused one. But he quickly composed himself.

“Pleasure to meet you, Marc,” Mira said with a warm smile. “You just received my last card, though, so my apologies for that. Never expected to find brothers of potential tour guide candidates on my flight back home, so I didn’t bring extras with me.”

"Never expected to meet museum curators on a plane either, so I guess we're even," Marc quipped, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. This kind of conversation was unusual for him, especially with a stranger, but something about Mira made him feel at ease. It was a rare moment of connection that allowed him to be more of his old self.

His young, kind, innocent self. Before all hell broke loose in his traumatic childhood.

"Yep, not everyday you get to meet interesting strangers, right?" Mira smiled serenely. "But seriously, let Steven Spector know that the museum opening is for real, okay? I'm really keen to help him out"

"Well, actually, his name is Steven Grant," Marc corrected.

"Steven Grant? Like Steven Grant Rogers, Captain America?" Mira's laughter rang out, coaxing a mischievous twitch from Marc's upper lip. Meanwhile, inside their shared mental space, Steven couldn't contain his amusement and erupted into hearty laughter. "Don't tell me your brother's secretly Captain Britain or something"

"No, but I bet he wish he was", Marc chuckled, and Steven's jaw dropped at the unexpected snark. After taking a deep breath, Marc wove another web of lies into their fabricated narrative - a convincing 'backstory' of him and his mental sibling. "We were twin brothers, yes. But our circumstances, well – it's really complicated. I wouldn't want to bore you"

"I'm sure I can keep up", Mira encouraged, leaning in with genuine interest. “Besides, who said I was bored? You were pretty much the highlight of my whole day”

Mira's words caught both Marc and the reflection of Steven in the window off-guard. They blushed furiously, unable to help their reactions. Marc cleared his throat once more, determined to provide an explanation without revealing the actual truth.

"We're twin brothers," Marc began as leaned in closer to Mira, his voice carrying a touch of vulnerability as he delved into his personal history. "But our parents divorced when we were very young." His gaze dropped momentarily, a shadow of old memories darkening his expression. "My mother, well, she remarried and took Steven with her. That's why he goes by his stepfather's last name now."

Mira's empathetic eyes met his, a soft sigh escaping her lips. "I see," she said, her curiosity tinged with sympathy. "I’m so sorry, Marc. I didn't mean to pry into your personal life"

Marc offered a small, appreciative smile, grateful for Mira's understanding. "No need to apologize," he reassured her, his voice warm and friendly. "I understand that our different last names can confuse a lot of people."

"Yeah, it did catch me off guard at first." she admitted, a gentle chuckle escaping Mira's lips to conceal her nerves. “But thanks for sharing that with me, Marc. I can tell it's not something you reveal to just anyone"

Marc Spector and Mira Batala-Carter exchanged glances, a silent understanding flowing between them as they settled into their seats. The hum of conversation and rustle of passengers settling in faded as the plane's engines roared to life. At that moment, a flight attendant glided toward their aisle.

"Please fasten your seatbelts," she spoke with a warm smile, her gaze focused on Mira. "Can I interest you and your husband in some in-flight lunch meals? We have a variety to choose from: pork, chicken, beef, and even vegan options."

Mira chuckled nervously, her eyes meeting Marc's. "Oh, he's not my husband, just a new friend I've made," she explained. "But lunch sounds delightful. I'll have the beef. What about you, Marc?"

"I'll go with the chicken," Marc replied, beginning to retrieve his wallet. However, Mira gently halted his hand before he could complete the gesture.

"No, it's my treat," she insisted, handing her credit card to the flight attendant before Marc could object. "Consider it a token of appreciation for sharing your life story."

"I'll get the next one," Marc sighed, slipping his wallet back into his pocket without fully grasping the implications of his words.

Mira couldn't resist a mischievous grin as she teased, "The next one? Are you asking me out already?" Her eyes sparkled with humor as Marc chuckled nervously. "Loosen up, I'm just kidding! I hope I'm not upsetting any missus at home."

Marc laughed, the sound tinged with a hint of melancholy. "No wife to go home to now, actually," he admitted, taking a bite of his roasted chicken. "My ex-wife and I just got divorced."

"What?!" Mira exclaimed, her shock palpable. What rattled her even more than the revelation itself was Marc's seemingly nonchalant attitude about it. It was as if the dissolution of his marriage hadn't left the mark it should have.

"That’s what I’m in Chicago for, actually," Marc shrugged, his expression somber yet resigned. "Layla and I recently finalized our divorce and went our separate ways."

"I'm truly sorry to hear that," Mira said, her empathy evident in her tone.

"Don't be," Marc responded with a gentle shake of his head. "We parted ways on amicable terms."

"Really?" Mira's expression softened, a genuine smile breaking through. "I'm glad to hear you both are on good terms."

Marc, with a determined tone, shifted the spotlight away from himself. "What about you?" he inquired, his gaze intently fixed on Mira. "Do you have a husband waiting at the airport back in London?"

Mira's gaze flickered for an instant, a subtle veil of sadness momentarily shrouding her countenance. Yet, she swiftly composed herself, offering Marc a warm smile as her eyes bore into his.

"Late husband, actually," she confessed, her words carrying the weight of cherished memories. "Darius Carter passed away some time ago."

A pang of remorse coursed through Marc's thoughts, silently cursing his insensitivity as Steven audibly gasped inside his head. "Shit, I'm sorry," he sighed, voice heavy with regret. "I didn't mean to bring him up like that."

Mira, however, was quick to dispel the awkward air. Her voice was gentle and reassuring as she spoke, "Don't worry about it. Besides, I love talking about my late husband to anybody who asks. For me, it's like keeping a part of him alive somehow."

Marc nodded thoughtfully, a newfound respect for Mira's perspective dawning upon him. Despite his initial hesitation, he found himself growing more intrigued by the life his new friend had led. "That's one way of putting it," he conceded. "What did he do when he was still alive? If you don't mind me asking."

Mira's response held a hint of nostalgia, her eyes sparkling with fond reminiscence as she began to unveil her late husband’s past. "He was an Egyptologist," she revealed, causing Steven's eyes to widen as he listened intently. "We actually met at an expedition, back when I just started working for the British Museum as a curator's assistant. We've been inseparable ever since."

Marc savored each bite of his meal, his gaze fixed on his companion as her expressive storytelling drew him further into her world. Mira's eyes sparkled with nostalgia as she recounted the vibrant cultural explorations she and her late husband had undertaken, along with their shared love for history books. The vivid memories painted her face with a radiant glow that slowly wove its way into Marc and Steven's hearts.

"I've just taken over this conversation, haven't I?" Mira shook her head modestly, taking a brief pause to finish her meal. "Please feel free to stop me at any time when I talk nonstop like this."

"Nonsense, I like hearing you talk" Marc retorted, his voice carrying more warmth than he intended. Mira chuckled softly in response.

"You know, your late husband must have been an extraordinary man," Marc remarked, prompting Mira's eyes to well up with welcome tears upon hearing those words.

"He was," she replied, her voice unwavering. "I don't know why, but I feel strangely at ease talking about him with you."

"I’m honored then," Marc replied genuinely, earning a widened smile from Mira. "But as much as I'd love to continue this conversation, I've noticed you yawning every five minutes."

Mira's eyelids drooped at Marc's gentle observation. "I definitely need some shut-eye," she admitted. "It's been wonderful meeting you, Marc. Wake me up when we're in London, okay?"

"I will," Marc assured her, his voice a soothing lullaby as Mira surrendered to the embrace of sleep.

END OF CHAPTER THREE.

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