#but nOOOOOO i have responsibilities like a fucking Fool

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i regret the sheer amount of things i’m expected to do. all i want to do is write my silly stories and stay cozy in my bed.

#let's go #but INSTEAD #i have #guard 9-4 #and work 6-2 #and i gotta drive for an hour back to school #and then monday i have class #at 1:30 but bufore then i need to finish this reading response #and i gotta do my show hair and makeup for tomorrrow #and i just #i am #i can't #i just want to write about my boys #and watch this new owl house ep #but nOOOOOO i have responsibilities like a fucking Fool

[the-loners-library]

Big News - Part 1/2

Prompt: Having a baby with Jaskier.

Fandom: The Witcher (Netflix)

Pairing: Jaskier / Reader

Rating: M

Warnings: Swearing (f-word), mentions of sex

Requested by dancingwith-thesunflowers.

        Anybody who had ever met Jaskier was shocked that he could be happily married for 3 years. None more so than Jaskier himself. You were very fortunate that you had fallen in love with and sworn to spend the rest of your life with a man so comfortable with sharing his worries and concerns (and also his joys), as it gave you an opportunity to assuage his concerns as soon as he brought them up.

        You always assured him that yes, he could be exhausting as he was so full of energy and life, but that was part of why you loved him. Besides, most people didn’t really know him as a person- just as a performing character. But since you already knew his anxieties about being a husband, you were extremely concerned about how he would handle the news that you were with child.

        You had both discussed your ideas of family, and shared the belief that any child would be a blessing. Albeit, a full-time job that would be a lot of work but adding in Jaskier’s insecurities that he hid from everyone else you knew you would have to be very delicate.

        The only reason that Jaskier did not find out the same time as you was simply because while you had both decided to settle in Oxenfurt “officially” as a home base, Jaskier was often still travelling to perform and meet with Geralt on occasion. Right now, you were working as a healer for the less fortunate people of the city while Jaskier and Geralt were on their way back from a unexpected banshee hunt.

        You were currently walking back to your house from work when you saw Roach tied outside gnawing on some hay left for her.

        “Roach!” you exclaimed as you started walking at a faster pace to greet your husband and friends. Roach simply twitched her ears in acknowledgment and continued eating. 

        Well, you suppose that the fact that she didn’t outright run or try to attack you was a sign that she recognised you. You gave her a quick rub on the neck and murmured softer greetings in her ear before you made your way inside.

        Immediately, you could tell that at least Jaskier was home, as his bag was just thrown beside the door as you walked in. You sighed and picked it up, placing it much more gently on the table that you kept at the front door for this very reason. 

        As got closer to the sitting room that was used for entertaining guests, you heard Jaskier's exuberant voice (you could also tell, however, that he was tired), which turned into a joyful shout as you were suddenly picked up and swung around by Jaskier’s strong arms. You giggled and hugged him back before you heard a

        “Jaskier! You fool! Be careful of the baby.”

        You could feel Jaskier freeze, his arms still tight around you, but now he had turned himself around to look at Geralt. You tapped his arms to let you down, which he did straight away.

        You shot Geralt a hard look before giving him a soft smile in greeting. He had just ruined your announcement!

        “I think that banshee did more damage than I thought. It sounded like you just said ‘baby’. You were talking about me, correct?” Jaskier asked, his voice getting more and more hysterical the more he spoke.

        Geralt froze. He moved his eyes towards you without moving a muscle. He looked panicked. 

        “Uh, well, you…” Geralt stumbled. This was the first time you had seen Geralt look so unsure of himself. “Fuck.”

        You giggled again before placing your hands gently on your husbands face to bring his attention on you.

        “Sorry, love. I guess Geralt ruined my surprise?” 

        For the first time since as long as you could remember, Jaskier was speechless. Not in an offended/confused manner which you had seen often, but as though his brain had simply stopped working.

        You moved your hands down to clasp both of his hands in yours. You gave them a quick squeeze before you placed his hands on the very slight swell of your abdomen. 

        You could see the change of emotions on Jaskier’s face. Although he still didn’t verbalize anything, you could see the change from shock, to awe, to calmness, to a clear anxiety.

        “Baby!?” Jaskier screeched. “Oh noooooo…. But, but, they’re so little. And tiny. Any they can’t walk or talk, or…”

        “That’s kind of normal, Jask,” you gently told him. “But then in a very short time, they’ll be running and singing and yelling and everything else you do now.” “Oh no,” Geralt groaned. “Another Jaskier. Kill me now.”

        You both ignored him. You grabbed Jaskier’s hands again and simply gave him a soft kiss in reassurance.

        “I’m happy, Jask. We said we would like children one day- it’s just a bit sooner than planned.” You looked at closely to see if this was serious anxiety or just shock.

        It took some time (in which you noticed that Geralt had slipped back out to Roach to leave the two of you alone). Finally, you saw Jaskier’s shoulders drop down and he smiled back at you.

        “So, a little Jaskier, huh?” Jaskier grinned. “Think they’ll be as talented as me?”

        You grinned back at him in relief. “They’ll probably be even more talented. They’re a little me, too, right?”

        He gave you another tight hug before letting go in horror.

        “Oh no, did I hurt you or the baby?” he asked in fear.

        “No,” you reassured him. “I would have told you if you did.”

        The two of you sat down on the chair had a few more minutes of cheerful celebration before Jaskier suddenly sat up straight.

        “Wait, how did Geralt know you were pregnant? Did you tell him before me?” He looked crestfallen.

        “Of course not!” you exclaimed. “I’m 4 months pregnant. He probably used his Witcher senses to hear the heartbeat.”

        Jaskier cocked his head to side in confusion. “How do you know how far along you are?”

        You rolled your eyes at him. “You left 4 months ago, Jask. Remember how we spent your final night here?”

        The two could clearly hear Geralt drop Roach’s hairbrush and utter a “Fuck” in response.

        “Exactly!” you yelled back.

        The resulting groan made both you and Jask chuckle.

        “I guess we’ve got a few changes happening around here?” you suggested.

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[barbika1508]

The awakening (Demon! Yoongi x Reader/ Smut)

Part 3

Word Count: 10k

Genre: Demon! BTS, Demon Au, Prince Au, Angst, Romance, Smut

Pairing: Demon! Yoongi x Reader

Character appearance: Park Jimin, Kim Seokjin, Kim Namjoon, Jung Hoseok, Kim Taehyung, Jeon Jeongguk

Warnings: Cursing, Graphic violence // Oral, Sexy times

Authors Note: The spacing, and the words written in Italic means it’s a flashback/ memory.

Summary: Y/N is a mere human, who one day unsuspectingly fell into hell. And not just a random part of hell or the top level, no she fell right inside the mansion where the prince of darkness lives. Instead of casting her back to earth, or imprison her because it’s hell after all he decides to spare her life. But the prince of darkness who may be the most powerful demon to walk to earth and rule hell, still is a growing young man who has to face all types of threats. Maybe she is one too?

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 (The End)

Oh, I don’t want to be here. Ohhh noooooo I don’t want to see that, just…oh bljekk, ew no. Is he really going to…ah yep he’s cutting into the dude’s throat nope…don’t throw up Y/N, don’t…oh man the gurgling noises are even worse ewwwwwww. Lunch stay down, please don’t throw up and make an ever-bigger fool of yourself, again. Ew, nope, ah...I burp involuntarily hiding it with a fake cough, letting my head hang low for the moment, eyes closing, as I run my tongue over my teeth. There’s nothing in your mouth Y/N no need for the gag reflex to be triggered so much…oh great more sounds of chocking. Chocking on his own bl-bloo-d.

I glance to my left towards the throne, and the still unphased prince who only has raised an eyebrow. There’s Namjoon standing on his left side with an emotionless expression as well, staring at what’s happening before them.

I dare a glance forward and fuck no that’s so much blood. Fuck this. Hey do you wanna do something fun? Yes Yoongi of course. Fucking bastard I didn’t think beheading someone was a fun thing to watch and well in Taehyung’s case do.

Another louder gurgle echoes around, Tae’s deep voice asking the same question he has been ever since this whole torture thing started. But the pain evident in the noises the lesser demon is letting out are enough to flip my stomach. And I though it was under control. But nope. Without saying anything to anyone I stand up, ignoring the eyes that immediately turn and focus onto me and make my way quickly, towards the door I was lead through not even half an hour ago.

Okay to rough, I grab onto the handle to hard and stumble over my own two feet as I jump into the narrow hallway leaving the throne room behind me. Quickly shutting the door behind me, the noises are cut off finally and I feel as if I can take a deep breath in relief.

Looking left and right, nobody is in sight. I eagerly step away from the doors, hearing a scream. An unpleasant shiver runs down my spine, making me shake my head as I march over to the giant windows, that show the gardens on the west side of the palace. The skies are still stretching out in trademark darkness, with a hint of red unlike the night sky that’s dark blue. We’re in hell, after all no light like the sun can be expected to shine here. Expect the pits of hell I’ve heard that there’s light there, as its literally fire and lava. Makes sense as it’s the centre of earth. Doh. Logic. And science too. Besides demons and angels actually existing which makes the whole science thing question itself. But that’s not my mystery to discover, or to question too much.

I offer a smile as I met kind brown eyes, Hoseok grinning widely raising his hand as he waves to me from the garden having stopped for a moment, with picking flowers. Why he’s doing that in the first place beats me, but only now I realize the flowers are alive. Huh. I wave back, hiccupping still feeling a bit nauseous, which has me huffing a moment later as he turns his back to me returning to his task. The whispers are back in my earshot, making the hair on the back of my neck stand up. I turn around another hiccup coming up, which luckly can be masked as a jump of surprise as I see Yoongi soundlessly close the door after himself.

‘’Are you alright?’’’ he asks the emotionless expression morphing into one of concern.

‘’Peachy.’’ I reply lying through my teeth which has him immediately frowning as he makes his way towards me ‘’Just had this urge to, look at the garden. Didn’t even realize till now that the flowers are actually alive!’’ I point out hoping it’s going to distract him.

He hums, pose straightening up as he stops to stand right next to me, the whispers calming down and quieting ‘’Human’s have always had a way of depicting things to their liking.’’ He starts a smile raising over his lips, eyes darting onto me.

The side of my mouth raises as I nod ‘’We also don’t learn from our mistakes much.’’ I point out, flinching as a shout rings out from the throne room, but gets cut off abruptly. Its not hard to imagine what happened to the poor guy, but it’s my imagination that makes it 100x worse than it has to be.

I’m quick to turn around to face the garden, my heavy breathing noticeable in the quiet that’s surrounding us ‘’Would you like to go for a walk?’’ comes a question. Unlike most folks here I look at him daringly into his eyes, expression sincere. There’s nothing implying that he’s mocking me or having a laugh. Only softy features, and kind eyes.

Its still nagging me, this whole mystery that he’s enwrapped into. At least to me. I feel as if he’s an open book, but at the same time I can’t read him.

‘’Don’t you…’’ a hiccup raises up my throat as well as some acid that I mask with a cough again ‘’Ah I’m sorry. Don’t you have royal duties to be present at?’’ I go on covering my mouth with my hand as he takes a step even closer, his eyes piercing right through me.

‘’It’s Monday. Namjoon can handle the lesser demons.’’ He replies raising a hand up in offering. He has again a soft smile on, lips enticing.

I manage a faint nod, accepting his hand which yet again to my surprise is warm. The first time he was icy cold, I’ll never forget the sensation. And yet whenever he touches me now, even brushes his finger against my cheek to brush away a strand of hair, he’s warm. It gets me giddy every time he does touch me, because a sense of security settles over me. I feel as if nothing bad can happen with him, and yes that is so cliché and overused, but I feel like before my amnesia I didn’t feel safe much. My body indicates that, as my muscle memory sometimes makes me do odd things. Defensive ones most of the times, as the fight ones (fight or flight response) I’ve only experienced two times when a demon threatened the prince. I wanted to slit his throat which is gruesome and oddly specific if you think about it. And yet I know I could do it with my own hands without batting an eye.

‘’Okay let’s go.’’ I breathe in shakily and tug him forward instead. He jumps after me in surprise but honey chuckles fill out the eeriness of the palace, which is usually cold and void. That’s my feeling, he on the other hand knows where everyone is at all times thanks to his shadows.

‘’Y/N.’’ He speaks up making me realize he’s walking with a slower pace, which has me bowing my head down in embarrassment and also trying to hide away the blush as well, while I fall back into step with him.

‘’Sorry.’’ I mumble turning left into another corridor as he silently leads us, noticeably taking a step closer to walk right next to me.

‘’Are you sure you’re feeling well??? I don’t mean to be unkind, but you seem rather pale.’’ He comments taking two steps in front of me making sure I stop for sure which only startles me, as I almost walk into him being my clumsy self.

‘’Ah I’m fine. Maybe the corset of this dress is a bit to thigh.’’ A half lie. I’m comfortable enough while standing its only when I have to sit down that breathing is slightly an issue. His eyes dart down taking my figure in, curses spilling in my mind at myself. Now he’s checking me out and this isn’t even the best piece of clothing in the closet. Great.

‘’We should…’’

‘’Nahh it’s fine. All good. I wanna see the flowers. So please lead the way.’’

‘’You are a very stubborn human. Has anyone ever told you that?’’

I grin instead as he opens a door which I though was a window, but I step outside not marvelling at the secret ‘’Many times, by many people.’’ His smile makes my heart flutter, before my nose gets assaulted by the smell of flowers which are potted in pots hanging over the railings of the balcony. And hell is supposed to be a bad place. Certainly not bad with having the prince of darkness for company, who wouldn’t have taught I’d find myself here one day huh?

 I’ve always liked flowers, even if it’s another cliché thing. Or not, I mean I can still be a girl and like flowers it doesn’t make me cheesy or anything. But I always did pick flowery scents over all others, maybe that’s why when I stumbled upon Yoongi out of all the boys, he was the one that pulled me in the most. Because he smelled like flowers, having spent that same afternoon in the gardens. I’m not surprised at all once I open my eyes for them to land not on the flowers themselves but on the man, who holds my heart and soul and who has made me pull back my thorns allowing him in.

He has his head slumped forward in an awkward angle as he’s situated on the armchair which he must have dragged across the whole room, just to sit next to me. I smile at how ridiculous he is as I’m comfortably laid in the middle of his king-sized bed, where there’s plenty of room for him to have laid down properly. I’d welcome it even. Even though I’m covered with a thick duvet and fresh sheets I feel cold, a shiver running over me unpleasantly after the thought.

But as my brain wakes slowly, so does my body and the first thing I notice is something holding onto my right hand. Looking down, his fingers are loosely intertwined with my own. So that’s why he’s half slumped. I try readjusting myself but a sharp pain crosses through my whole body enlightening 3 spots specifically. Chest, hip and hand. Given that my hands are out I glance at my left one not feeling much strength in it. It’s all bandaged up and moving my fingers is a bad idea as it brings pain and wounded sounds to leave my lips which I bite into to keep silent. My eyes dart onto the prince but he only shifts, a frown settling onto his soft features.

There are dark bags under his eyes, clothes slightly wrinkled and I bet he’s going to be so sore when he wakes up from the awkward position he has put himself into. Ah Yoongi…

‘’You are terrible at acting.’’ I find myself speaking out loud lips stretching into a smile ‘’Truly awful. An then I’m considered being a bad liar.’’ The statement brings a smile to his lips the illusion completely broken, hence why he opens his eyes and looks up at me, hair falling into his face.

‘’You are a bad liar. The worst.’’ His voice seems slightly gruff as if he has been screaming to much. I only click my tongue instead and close my eyes.

‘’Meanie.’’ I mumble feeling his hand tighten around my own, and feel him shift around.

‘’Just speaking the truth.’’ He goes on sounding amused prompting me to look at him now from curiosity. He leans onto the left side of the armchair to be closer, pose straightening up, but I still think he’s going to feel sore.

‘’Why aren’t you lying here with me? There’s plenty of space!’’ I point out immediately ‘’Also what happened? Did I fall or something?’’ I ask raising my left arm, examining the bandage spotting a light patch which I think is blood on top of my hand. A memory flashes before my eyes, of me staring down at an arrow sticking from my hand, dark blood dripping around the wound. Ouch. I feel the pain ghosting over, and it’s not pleasant.

He straightens up more concern again washing over his features ‘’How much do you remember?’’ he asks voice gentler than usual.

I try and think what’s the last thing I remember but I’m blanking out, some weird flashes crossing my mind ‘’A nightmare?’’ I ask ‘’The sky was bloody red, that’s how its panted in my memory and the wind whistling…something whistling and shouting…’’ I go on my head starting to gradually hurt ‘’And then…blood?’’ I glance down at my left hand again shifting wanting to raise up but he’s quick moving in, hands careful as he presses his fingers gently onto my shoulders pushing me back down.

‘’Don’t get up, just lie still alright?’’ he goes on making sure I’m lying down properly again ‘’What else do you remember?’’ he prods on, sitting on the bed at least hand finding my own once more. It’s comforting his closeness, but also the reassurance is kind of not necessarily scaring me but it’s making me worried that he’s not telling me something important.

‘’I…’’ I start and close my eyes frowning as the pain is back. I feel as if something is pounding in my head, banging on my skill trying to pry it open, pressure building ‘’…I c…ah…’’ tears quickly gather in my eyes and spill down my cheeks, chest feeling full but empty. I feel like I’m suffocating slowly and quickly, and like my heart is so full ready to burst, and it’s to much, and there’s to much blood and pain and fear and there’s Yoongi staring at me with mischief written in his eyes, the smirk offering me reassurance but there’s also Yoongi shouting with tears spilling down his porcelain cheeks face contorted into one of pain as he shouts. And he shouts, from the agony and fear.

‘’Hey, hey, hey, hey…Y/N…’’ I can hear him through the haze as I stare back into his beautiful brown eyes, the grey having bleed back to reveal his own dark orbs that always whenever I get the chance to see them I feel like I see into a part of his soul. I feel closer to him ‘’Stop please jagiya, it’s alright don’t think about anything alright focus on me okay, focus on me my voice and my heart beat can you do that…’’ he moves closer propping my upper body up carefully. He tugs my hand making my fingers spread palm pressed firmly against something flat.

There just so much pain he feels, the way his shadows grow around us. They’re basically swallowing the world in they’re wake. Nobody is safe. Whoever hurt him will pay the price. Whoever hurt him I will personally hunt down and rip them limb from limb whoever…

I can feel something thump against my palm ‘’Y/N.’’ he whispers voice sounding broken which has me opening my eyes to look up at him surprised with seeing his eyes filled with tears.

And I look up at him in confusion all the pain and overwhelming emotions and feelings wash away, getting replaced by my own worry towards him ‘’Hey.’’ I whisper ‘’Why are you…’’ but he’s suddenly leaning down, soft lips pressing against my own which renders me stiff at the sudden movement. And its not the first time we’ve kissed it’s just the action that is just surprising. I quickly relax in his hold and return the brush of the lips, letting him slowly and gently lead it, as he prompts himself onto his elbows still holding onto my right hand, bending it near my head not breaking the kiss even once while he manoeuvres us so I’m lying down again and he’s holding himself up keeping his weight off me completely.

This feels right. It feels familiar and feels new, exciting, makes my heart flutter and butterflies raise in my stomach. Even though I know this time it’s different. Despite the tingling in my left hand I raise it up to run my fingers through his jet-black locks which I’ve had only once the pleasure of touching for a brief moment. His hair is as velvety and soft as I’d imagine it would be so I gladly burry my fingers in, sighing contently into the kiss air running thin but who cares. I’m kissing the love of my life.

He always did complain about my stubbornness the most. It has me grinning widely as he sighs clearly annoyed at me breaking the kiss. I chuckle silently while he settles on resting his forehead against my own instead ‘’I win.’’ I whisper gleefully opening my eyes to look at him. Despite the slightly awkward angle, I can see he’s not amused as he’d usual be. He’s keeping his eyes closed not moving away an inch…something is wrong ‘’Hey.’’ I whisper tightening my fingers around his ‘’Yoongi-yah.’’ I try again but it doesn’t get a reaction I’d wish to see. His eyes open, and there are still unshed tears threatening to spill ‘’What’s wrong my love?’’ I continue whispering while he leans a tiny bit back, but keeps himself close, eyes taking me in as if he’s engraving my face into his mind.

‘’I almost lost you.’’ He whispers in return the statement surprising me but I try not letting it show as I bring my hand to the front to cup his cheek, trace it with my thumb gently.

‘’Not possible. I’m too stubborn, aren’t I?’’ I try teasing him but his lower lip only tightens ‘’Hey…’’ I coo again ‘’Please don’t dwell on what might have happened. I’m, here aren’t I? And so are you.’’

But he growls instead, shadows flickering across the room ‘’You’ve been bedridden for a week, almost lost your hand, you’ve lost so much blood I barely got you to wake up, it’s not fine at all. Nothing is fine!!! Its all my fault and my fault alone!!! I should have never let you stay in the f…’’ he stops himself lifting himself up into a sitting position. Its not hard to figure out what the last words mean.

‘’Sorry for being a pest then. It’s not like I wanted to end up in hell…’’

‘’Ah no Y/N…’’

‘’It’s not like I wanted to lose all my memories and who I really am, and just trust demons not even humans with my life and everything. Not like I wished for this to happen, any of this…’’ I start pushing myself up ignoring how my wounds ignite tenfold.

‘’Don’t you dare move, you’re going to open your wounds…’’ he tries to reach out for me but I slap his hand away and continue pushing myself away from him.

‘’It’s not like I wanted to fall in love with you, not like I was ready to give someone let alone the prince of the underworld and darkness my heart, and let myself be bare and vulnerable after what feels like forever just to be his regret, I’m sorry for…’’ he’s quick to pin me back down onto the bed lips crashing against my own. And I do try and fight it, I really do but the pain gets too much, I feel the wounds flaring but also the tears that unwillingly shed and break my resolve.

‘’N-no…get off m-me…’’ I try and break the kiss but he’s not letting me, pinning my arms down and straddling me properly. I can feel shadows simmering around us, feel their touches ghosting over me. And it should be weird, should at least freak me out, should make me scared but I’m not.

Its reassuring that’s what it is. So as if I’m being eased into it, I start to let go...my will shifting...so I let him devour my mouth, kiss turning more passionate and demanding, hands loosening their hold into gentle caresses as he gets closer his body heat warming me up.

‘’You have no idea, how much you mean to me.’’ breaking the kiss he breathes out hands cupping my face eyes honest as well as his expression as he looks at me ‘’No idea how much my heart longs to see your face every second of the day, to see you smile and hear you laugh. See you blush because of something I did, or get you fumbling adorably.’’ And then the tears are spilling down his cheeks landing over my own startling me ‘’I was so scared.’’ His voice goes into a whisper ‘’There is no me anymore. You’re me. You’re my reason for anything and everything.’’

I just stare up at him in disbelief pain flourishing into one of love for him, both emotions coexisting in my heart hurting and soothing me ‘’Seeing you so hurt, and the way you just accepted your destiny…’’ he takes in a sharp breath straightening up a bit expression getting serious ‘’You’re never leaving me! Do you understand that?!’’ the shadows raise up over the walls around the room swallowing the light from the lamps mounted on the walls. Not a trickle of fear appears in me.

‘’I do.’’ I reply which has his nodding firmly.

‘’Never ever!’’ he goes on firmly with a convincing and possessive tone ‘’Because I can’t…I c-can’t without you…’’ his voice breaks and this time around I reach for his hands over my cheeks, and lean up ignoring how every cell in my body protests crippling pain blooming in my chest and hip but it doesn’t matter. I reach up to kiss him, wanting to portray some emotions this way because not everything can be put into words. He’s quick to return it tongue quick to demand entrance. Its filthy and messy but neither of us care.

But the pain does get unbearable, I can only endure so much and the white spots dancing behind my closed eyelids are a good warning, to let go.

Whining into the kiss he’s quick to back away hands wrapping around me ‘’Lie down.’’ He whispers and this time I don’t protest and do as he tells me, watching as he follows right after face hovering inches from my own, eyes still not leaving me ‘’How much in pain are you?’’ he asks instead of asking if I’m in pain at all. It’s just a testament how much he does know me after all.

‘’Bearable. The judges say I’ll live.’’ I reply with a smile but he shakes his head immediately.

‘’Don’t joke about something like that.’’ he almost snarls ducking down pressing a kiss to my cheek and then just continues to trace kisses, hand cupping the other side of my face moving it to his liking.

‘’Touchy.’’ I whisper earning myself a growl in return that has me chuckling. My front brushes with his own, as he has gotten himself comfortable, still hovering over me not yet touching me like I’d like too, meaning he’s holding himself back for some reason ‘’Yoongi-yah…’’ I breathe out wanting to get his attention but he seems engrossed with tracing kisses down my neck, lips ghosting over my ear the sensation making me shudder. Realization crawls upon me, reality making itself present suddenly. It’s happening.

He’s still keeping his distance somewhat, weight shifted of me which still means he is holding himself back. My hands trail up again tugging onto his hair gently getting his attention ‘’Please…’’ I mutter pleadingly his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. I know where his emotions are going to lead him from confusion into panic. So, I cup his face this time, bringing his head closer. His hands that were over my shoulders brace onto the bed, as he complies into my demand and returns my kiss easily.

Getting my right hand free, I urge him by pushing at his shoulder and lift my left leg up with strain but with a clear intent ‘’No, we can’t…’’ he breaks the kiss ready to protest. I’m faster though, sealing our lips back together again.

I start sliding my hands down over the silky shirt he’s wearing, fingers finding the top of the black pants he has on. His skin is exposed as the shirt has ridded up. To my disapointement he’s quicker, hand shothing down catching my wrists and stopping me just as two fingers slide under, to trace against his underwear ‘’Y/N-ah.’’ He speaks in warning glaring at me with darker eyes than usual. I offer a smile in return pecking his lips before he’s moving away ‘’Stop. I know what game you’re playing at and it won’t work.’’

He goes on completely serious while I slump back onto the bed pouting, trying to look adorable as much as I can as I blink even repeatedly ‘’You don’t want me?’’

I shouldn’t be so aroused, but I am at the snarl that leaves from his throat his shadows flaring around the room, making the lights flicker. Only now I notice how they have ‘eaten up’ our surroundings.

‘’You don’t understand how much I want you.’’ My eyes quickly flicker back to meet his own, that are changing into the two silver orbs who would make any mortal and some immortals instantly look away and repent for their sins on spot. But it does things to me. It has the opposite effects. My skin practically tingles, electricity buzzing in the air we breathe. I feel as any kind of move can set spark off which means it will end up blazing into an unstoppable fire. My breath hitches in my throat upon his statement ‘’I want to devour you whole…’’ I pick up on how his shadows which start to whisper voices picking up on a more melodic tone ‘’I want to devour your soul and body, I want to mark you up so every creature in this or other realms will see that you’re mine! You belong to me.’’ By the end of the speech he’s growling, silver irises staring at me with a cold hard gaze but I can see past it, I can see the lust, the want, the need and love dare I say it hidden behind the masked layers he has built in his life time. He had to, to survive. As well as I. But he’s bare before me and that is an enormous difference.

He climbs over my legs and rests in between them the duvet being moved along to reveal my left leg. He’s careful with manoeuvring it to the side and around his hip. Something rustles on the sheet making me panic for a moment, because his hand is touching my thigh the other placed near my head ‘’Shhhh…’’ he gently shushes me my breathing becoming harder at the scare. I glance down seeing a shadow sprouting from him, and how it bends at odd angles that don’t follow the lighting of the lamps. It dips down across the white sheets, over the creases gliding up till my nightdress that has raised upon my leg hanging as it is in the air. I stare how the shadow still whispering softly, raises over the flimsy material of the blue nightgown I’ve been dressed in.

Glancing silently up at Yoongi he has this small smile on his face, staring down at what the shadow is doing. I can see and sense the playful mood he has fallen in to. I gasp upon the brush and feather touch over the wound on my hip the slight pressure lessening ‘’Ah ‘m sorry…’’ he breathes out leaning in, to brush his lips against my own, while I furrow my brow trying to get my breathing under control as it’s still laboured. There’s this anticipation clinging onto me which I can’t figure out exactly why there’s a hint of fear in the first place.

An involuntary whine leaves from between my lips when the touch returns, the wound in pulses spreading the pain, my brain registering it as danger. But his kisses that deepen and hard teeth nipping at my lower lip at some point distracts me completely from feeling how the shadows slither under my back to touch upon the wound on my chest. It does bring a blush to flare up over my cheeks, as the shadows like water seem to ripple around across my bare skin under the flimsy dress which is more of a bother as the shadows room over my skin, earning shivers to shake me when brushing certain points.

With the lack of oxygen, he pulls away licking over my lower lip teasingly which has me trace my own lip after he moves away. The smirk that he sports, makes me feel weak, and quiver at the way he’s looking at me. As if he’s the predator and I am the pray; he’s going to savour this, and absolutely devour me.

‘’So gorgeous…’’ he breathes out sitting up on his knees, spreading his own under me forcing both of my thighs to rest against his, knees bent around him. His right hand is still supporting my left side though, and remarkably the pain is gone. I don’t feel the strain over my hip and chest, only on my left arm where it’s still present ‘’Let’s get this off, I want to see you…’’ he goes on not even waiting for a reply as his long fingers grab the end of the dress. I simply stare how effortless he just splits the clothing in two right down the middle, revealing me all at once. I stare at him with my lips parted, as he makes quick work off tugging the material from under me, all the while his still silvery eyes are darting around over my skin and curves clearly taking me in. The bandages don’t cover much of me up but they do make me feel insecure upon my scarred skin. I have this strong feeling through creeping up on me that he isn’t going to be too bothered by it.

The ghosting touch gets me to tare my eyes away from him regrettably, seeing the shadow that’s not entirely black as it trails over from the top of my shoulder and slithers downwards, over my bicep, elbow, the inside of my forearm, and then pries my fingers gently to open up, while it settles there covering my palm completely but not like the bandage does. Its soothing as if its massaging and chasing the pain away, or maybe taking it from m…

My eyes widen upon the realization, settling onto the prince again who has gone to work over the front buttons of his shirt. My mouth falls closed tongue darting out to lick over my dry lips as he’s staring at me with hooded eyes that are shouting ‘Want’ while the silky material falls open finally, his hands, his long fingers making work of tugging it off. I whine when he starts stalling. The bastard even chuckles and tsks ‘’Patience Y/N-ah, haven’t you learned anything from being with me all this time? Good things come to those who wait.’’

I simply groan and shamelessly run my eyes over his pecks, how smooth his porcelain skin is. There’s not a single mark on him, arms strong and defined, veiny hands and fingers…I already know the capability of them how he can so effortlessly squeez a life out of a demon, but that is nothing compared to what he’s going to show me right now, how capable he really is in this field. His stomach is flat, and his torso lean. He is stronger than he looks. My eyes dart down to his pants, the garment offensive in all the ways.

‘’So I take that you are not a blushing virgin, then are you?’’ he asks out of the blue.

‘’Disappointed??’’ I dare back feeling a tiny bit insecure at his statement. Men do have their weird standards, not much can surprise me in regards of them. Yet I’m left pleasantly surprised upon the smirk that appears on his wine-red lips.

‘’You could never disappoint me Y/N-ah.’’ He replies getting serious once more and lowers himself down slowlyyy still teasing without actually doing anything which is getting torturous on its own. I just want to feel him, and his touches, feel his warmth ‘’Just no dying or leaving.’’ He lowers down finally making me keep in the intake of breath as he presses himself against my lower half where I can feel him properly the panties I got on not doing much to hide anything away ‘’Promise to stay with me.’’ he turns serious hands like I’ve mentioned capable of so many things, cup my face so gently as if I’m made out of glass ready to shatter even at a wrong breath ‘’Promise me that you will never leave me. That you will be mine forever.’’

‘’Forever is a long time.’’ I reply back getting serious too as he gets closer leaning his forehead against my own, thumbs caressing my cheeks.

‘’Not enough amor mea.’’ He whispers lips gently pressing against my forehead.

‘’A millennium?’’ I try which has him shaking his head, lips pressing a kiss between my eyebrows ‘’2 millenniums?’’ I go on with a smirk getting another kiss on my nose this time, and a curl of his lips as well eyes meeting my own so we simply can stare at one another.

‘’Forever.’’ He says simply and stares at me waiting for my answer.

‘’The whole eternity.’’

Instead of a reply, I watch lovestruck how his eyes seem to shine even brighter and a glow emits from him in this strange sense. The shadows settle into a melodic song that’s just all him. I can hear him in the song, they’re muttering playing, singing. And I’m just so enamoured, so entirely bewitched, and entranced with him I…I just…wow.

He leans in sealing the deal with a gentle press of his lips against my own, this kiss alone meaning so much more than all the kisses we exchanged up until now. It breathes life into me, makes my body enlighten, and my soul to sing in return along his melody. My eyes fall closed, sensations overwhelming me as he kisses down my neck, teeth nipping occasionally over my skin. He’s fulfilling his promise, leaving blooming marks in his wake.

So I just let him, even lift and bend my arms above my head to his liking as he maps my body with his tongue, which dips over my collarbone making my fingers wiggle for a moment and smile as I reopen my eyes again only to flush harder as just in the right time, he takes my left nipple in his mouth sucking gently, while his tongue flickers over it making me genuinely gaps in surprise how pleasant it feels.

His eyes seem to bore into me making my head spin. Letting go he licks at the hardened bud as I stare at him like an idiot, having grabbed and now am clinging onto the pillow above me, knuckles brushing against the wood of the headboard, meanwhile my panties are gradually becoming soaked. As his fingers move to play with my left nipple he moves with his mouth onto the right eagerly sucking at it, my body feeling as if someone set a bomb but just lit off the string that leads towards it.

‘’Y-Y-Yoon-ahhh!’’ I hiss as he lets go and starts blowing air gently, the sudden contrast shocking making me clench up. He smirks at my reaction leaning up to only brush his lips against my own.

‘’Tell me.’’ he whispers pressing another solid kiss onto my cheek ‘’What do you want?’’ he whispers directly into my ear, his left hand having found its way from my stomach, down to the panties skipping over the top of them, to dive down middle finger brushing over my lower lips. The grumble emitting from his chest has me blushing from embarrassment because I have a strong feeling that his finger is already wet ‘’C’mon jagiya don’t tell me you’re getting shy on me now?’’

I only huff in response as he leans backwards fingers now properly running up and down my clothed cunt, only briefly brushing over my clit but it’s not nearly enough for anything, except to make me stiffen up for a split second ‘’I’m not.’’ I mumble grinding my teeth together at the fleeting touches. He’s being mean.

‘’Alright then.’’ he chuckles sounding completely delighted ‘’Then tell me what you want.’’

I stare still entranced at the way his hand moves, fingers peeking over the tip of my cunt now and then as he moves it steadily, touch light and unchanging the torturous punishment which I don’t know how and what I did to deserve it dragging out. The slap is sudden making me jump and let out a yelp, the aftermath pleasant once it registers in my brain. I stare at him in disbelief whilst staring dumbfounded at his smile…proper devilish smile that has me fuming, his fingers reaching under the panties over my hips past the bandage. With a simple motion the panties rip, and the shadows actually swallow them leaving me bare. I gape like a fish as he lets go my left leg gently, because the shadows keep it propped up comfortably. He starts to crawl down, pressing fleeting kisses over my chest, my ribs, stomach as he lowers himself down my body.

‘’Fuck you smell good.’’ he curses, making me feel agitated in anticipation, as I feel his fingers spread my lips open ‘’My, my, my.’’ The smirk doesn’t help me to settle down, his eyes even less once I lift my own to meet his which are trained onto my own. I feel my eyes sharpen though which should be concerning but I can’t get bothered seeing him clearer than ever, as his tongue darts out trailing from my hole with fucking precision and all the way up over my clit trailing over the spots that have my fingers and toes curl instantly, body clenching and unclenching as he repeats the motion over and over, but by the 5th lick the jumpiness starts to subdue settling into a pleasant buzz that’s building up.

‘’Fuc-c-k-k-…Yoon-n-g-giii…’’ I manage to get out, chest deflating the shout getting cut off because of it as he lunges at the right moment lips attaching themselves around my clit. It has been throbbing and was left neglected for to long so now I’m almost hyper sensitive and aware of everything he does. But the intense suction is gone, brief enough to allow me to intake some air just enough so I can let out an almost ear-piercing scream, once his tongue starts flickering over it.

‘’FuAHHHHHH!!!’’ I grab at his hair once he gets rougher my hips starting to rock on they’re own. The shadows move and accommodate my leg, just as I feel something prod at my entrance ‘’Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes…’’ I chant feeling cold sweat trickling down from my forehead. His nose scrunches up but he continues moving his tongue as much as he can, but successfully does push one long finger into me without any restraint or resistance. I sigh in relief, when he moves away pulling his finger out but then quickly pushes it back in.

‘’So sweet, jagiya you are so delicious.’’ My jaw clenches the words having an affect on me but I need more and I need it now.

‘’P-Please just…please-e-e…’’ I plead giving him a proper look of desperation. The bastard that he is chuckles nudging another finger in besides the one, stretching me wider open without any burn of uncomfortableness.

‘’Whatever my princess wants.’’ At the nickname I raise my head again to stare at him, seeing the wink before he dives in changing between sucking onto my clit and licking around it teasing me. Thankfully he does give me mercy and at least thrusts his fingers in and out with an unrelenting rhythm.

The whines starts out of the blue, and chant on vocally forming his name, and other things meanwhile, the pleasure he is giving me is simply blinding making my body act on is own rather than me having much control over it. It’s why at one point he flattens his tongue and lets me grind myself against him with no complaint coming from how hard I’m gripping his hair, or how hard I’m moving my hips. I continue to chase my high, getting there rapidly because of the disarming stare. And at the change of his pace quickening up his fingers, he goes to curl them upwards and then with a loud moan that turns into a shout I’m clamping onto him, body tensing in the weird half raised position as the floodgate of absolute bliss gets released.

His hand’s help to lower me down, while my mind is completely overwhelmed and in another dimention is feels like. That state of euphoria washes over me, once I feel kisses getting pressed up over my face again. I automatically smile to his touches, his warmth welcomed as the explosion has now washed into tingles still rippling through me slowly dying down.

When I find the strength, I open my eyes to look up him feeling as if he’s a dream. I sure hope he’s not. His lips are turned up into a fond smile eyes having dulled down into faint silver, despite the shadows which are still very much so present darkening up the room but not enough so that I don’t see him. But I see so much more though…

‘’I love you.’’ I breathe out not even thinking. It feels right.

At first, I get a reward winning smile, the kiss gentle and firm ‘’I love you too.’’ He replies confidently, with a hint of relief. The kiss continues on as we have been deprived of too many kisses in the past specially the last days with the upcoming war and army ready to kill us off. There just wasn’t any time to sneak around for even pecks.

I get quickly aware of an issue, guilt gripping me as I get aware of my selfishness. Even if he’s not saying anything and is being considerate and all like he’s always been it irks me. So, while half focusing on the kiss I attempt to thrust my hips but end up only lulling us. It’s enough to get him to break away with a soft gasp, so I take the chance to let my tongue dart over his plushy lower lip. Grabbing onto his ass I use that to try and move my hips and grind into him from this awkward position as much as I can.

‘’Ah jagiya…’’ he breathes out as I continue moving my hips getting more reactions from him. I want to properly ride him want to show him how much I want and need him, but I think my wounds won’t let me go that far. And neither will he most likely so I settle on keeping quiet and moving as much as I can, starting to feel properly the outline of his dick, the rough fabric of his pants spreading my lower lips. And its so close I’m so close to being able to rub my clit against them but then he’s the one thrusting forward pinning my ass completely down to the bed a huff ghosting over my face. He still smells like mint and flowers ‘’Can you feel…how hard you make me…’’ he emphasizes his words with harsh thrusts that are forcing me to move upwards over the bed, hands shooting up to push myself away from bumping my head into the headboard.

I grin widely feeling pleased and proud of myself for having such an effect on him ‘’It fucking hurts...’’ he growls clearly frustrated ‘’…and its all because of you, only you…’’

I hiss when he nips at my neck harshly on the other side ‘’I’m gonna mark you up, because this is mine to colour into pretty purples and red marks.’’ He proves his point by biting harder making me cry out protest dying in my throat as he starts grinding and rubbing me the right way rendering me breathless again ‘’Mine.’’ He grumbles coming to a stop by thrusting harder than necessary but enough to have me look at him.

‘’You sure you want this?’’ he goes on going completely serious, everything besides his eyes and shadows going void of emotion. Because only I can hear and feel his shadows properly. I can hear what his soul is singing, because being the devil or not, prince of darkness and all that he does have a soul. Even if its tainted it matches my own broken one. His shadows sing what he really feels, from the debts of within him, song fulfilling going intertwined with mine.

I don’t have to answer his ridiculous question. I push myself up brining him into a demanding kiss, hands falling down to the top of his pants that I start pulling. And under my fingers they start to tare the sound filling up the room besides our kissing. He’s quick to help once I fall onto the bed again, wounds aching, his shadows squirming which are still dancing over my skin.

He makes quick work of tearing and pulling his pants off, as well as underwear to which I have to just stare and watch how his cock springs up bobbing against his stomach. Its rosy pink, the tip looking angry. There’s something already wet on it and for a second it makes me wonder if I ruined his pants with how wet I still am, but in the next moment it clicks that it’s precum, which gets confirmed as the pearly white substance leaks out. Before I can do anything else my vision gets obscured as he dives back in kissing and demanding my attention.

He’s smiling into the kiss which has me breaking into giggles for some reason even when I feel him brush against my folds. He doesn’t seem hurried.

‘’What’s so funny?’’ he asks moving his hips the tiniest bit leaning in to playfully bite my chin not pulling on it, soothing it with tiny kisses.

‘’Nothing.’’ I reply back ‘’You were the one smiling.’’ I point out.

‘’I was smiling because you make me happy.’’ He replies back without hesitation which causes me to look at him surprised the confession kind of out of the blue ‘’So insanely happy.’’ I gasp as I feel the head of his cock now prod at my entrance. I glance down as he leans closer head resting against my own. I stare as he holds onto his cock, sliding it up and down teasingly again spreading my wetness onto himself. My resolve is quick to break as I pant, once he prods again, so I let out a growl of my own. It doesn’t compare to his, but it gets his attention chuckles filling the room.

‘’You want me that bad??’’

‘’Mine!’’ I reply possessively seeing his unmarked skin, grabbing him around his torso and tug him downwards. He goes along huffing in surprise but doesn’t comment as I latch my lips onto his neck, biting hard into his shoulder. He hisses because of it so I let go to press kisses over the mark before continuing my way upwards leaving marks of my own behind ‘’As much as you think I’m yours, which I am…’’ the growl dies down quickly ‘’You’re also mine. And nobody can touch you, approach you, or dare to even look at anymore. You belong to me and me alone.’’ I grab gently under his chin brining his face closer, the tip of his cock sinking into me ‘’Body, and soul.’’ I feel something shift, a flood of emotions and memories fill up my mind. But I push those away, aware of my anaesthesia breaking, but it’s not important. He’s the only important thing right now.

His silvery eyes meet my own which have probably bleed into crimson red colour. I can feel my power as it is tingling on my fingertips his shadows are an indicator that they have awakened as they crowd closer around us, ghosting over his skin more noticeably.

With a growl he leans in forcing my head to lie back against the pillow. His body moves without words, as he sinks into me quickly meting no resistance. But the intrusion does make me gasp at the sensation, of being so full, and feeling like we are one. It ignites a fire within me that is instant to spread out of control almost.

I feel it on my fingertips, see how it appears right before my eyes, my hands settled over his shoulders. He spares it a glance, shadows shimmering in distress visibly for a moment until they settle into calmnmess his gaze landing onto me once more with a calculating look settling in his eyes for a moment.

‘’Mine.’’ He simply says and then pulls out, and thrust back. The fire I feel spreads down my forearms more ablaze than ever. Yoongi looks and remains completrly unphased starting up a slow but firm rhythm, pushing me upwards with each thrust that is getting harder but so pleasurable. Letting go of him I reach up to hold myself down, hands pressed flat against the wood.

The shadow that was wrapped around my wounded arm this whole-time trails back, leaving my hand alone as well as the pain that remains at bay. A particularly hard thrust has me moaning, twisting my head back, exposing my neck to him which he dives in eagerly, lips and teeth tracing all over. Glancing at my hands that are braced against the wooden headboard, my left one feels fine. It feels as it no damage was ever caused. Looking down again I raise my eyebrows ready to plead again for him to go faster. He stops moving completely but simply to readjusts himself into a sitting position onto his knees. He pulls my legs along settling them over his shoulders.

My hip doesn’t hurt anymore it’s why his shadow pulls way while the fire trickles down, over my chest. It is acting like a liquid without an actual blazing flame. The liquid does variate from blue to green colours. Its like molten lava but much more dangerous.

A high pitch moan leaves my throat as the angle shifts, and the way he’s thrusting now has me seeing sparks, going off in the air around us as I feel how his cock drags across my walls properly, giving me everything I need. I force my eyes to remain open with great difficulty as my fingers and toes are already curling again. His eyes seem to shine brighter, shadows swallowing almost every source of light in the room, besides the fire that’s burning on my skin.

I stare mesmerized at how sinful Yoongi looks. Bruised lips still coloured beautifully into a wine-red colour, marks stretching over his porcelain skin. He won’t be able to hide them, as I’ve managed to get one right under his ear. It fills me with a sense of pride and possessiveness knowing that everyone will know who he belongs to. He’s covered in sweat just like I am, from this “workout” but the way his skin glistens whenever he moves and the flames flicker…I wanna taste him all the more. He is breathing through parted lips, expression contorted into one of concentration, his hold on my legs to keep me still frim, not moving me an inch away from himself. And then his eyes. It’s as if I call him they flicker up to meet my own, another wave of arousal, or electricity and I don’t even fucking know I can’t describe what it exactly is washes over me violently, making me call out his name making me want to absolutely devour him whole. It’s not a predator and prey situation anymore. I’m on his level, we are completely equals if not the same. Shaking I let go of the pillows having torn them apart, to reach out for him. 3 thrusts after he’s shifting my legs spreading them further apart, but he places his hand over my stomach, the thrusts now shallow as he looks down eyebrows furrowed.

I follow his gaze to my chest; liquid fire having settled mostly in the wounds. The bandages surprisingly haven’t fallen off, until now as he reaches for them and tears them off revealing the scarred tissue behind. I’m surprised at how much I healed, lifting my left arm in front of my face I tug the bandage off, and watch as the fire is soothing the wound, closing it and regenerating the cells to heal up properly. But this isn’t my doing... not entirely. My hand falls away as I stare at him, while he leans closer again both arms landing just above my shoulders to keep me in place. He’s still burying himself deep inside me and leans in to steal away despite the whole situation sweet, honeyed kisses.

And as he bends down properly, he starts moving the kiss quickly getting broken as now he’s reaching deeper, not only rubbing my walls amazingly but just…he’s perfect…

‘’That’s it…’’ he breathes out tone gravely only furthering my arousal ‘’…moan for me amor mea, let me hear your beautiful voice, come on…’’ he encourages starting to piston properly fucking me without abandon, which does evoke many moans to leave my throat as I cling onto him, the fire still not hurting him, as he leans lower to get closer to me. He’s panting in my ear.

‘’Yoongi, Yoongi, Yoongii…’’ I chant my voice getting louder and louder fingers digging into his shoulders. He’s going to hate me for this I’ve probably ruined his back for good. But he presses a kiss to my cheek brief as he’s still moving, and groaning along.

‘’That’s it…’’ he breathes out sounding pleased and gone definitely gone, which has me seeing white around the edges, my eyes falling shut ‘’Let everyone know who do you belong to.’’ He ends up growling biting onto the corner of my jaw making me whine, his thrust becoming brutal but I don’t need anything more. I’ve been on the edge since he leaned closer, clenching and unclenching.

I start shouting out his name, ending up panting wanting to breathe air in which isn’t there ‘’Mine!’’ he goes on sounding possessive ‘’Only mine! Say it!’’ a hand wraps around my throat suddenly cutting of the already non-existent air current into my lungs.

‘’Ah…yours…only yours…’’ I manage to get out eyes opening at a jerk, just to meet his silvery ones that for a moment look like crimson, but maybe that’s the reflection of my own.

‘’Good girl.’’ He breathes ‘’Now cum for me.’’ and with that and the calmness he’s radiating, he lets go of my neck and the flood gates have been opened. With the only remaining cell in my brain that does remain unchanged I get aware that the fire has gone out of control.

‘’Y/N-ah…’’ I pick up on a breathless moan through the haze knowing he’s perfectly alright and well, despite the fire that’s ragging on for the first time not inside me but all around me destroying everything in its path, eating it up fuelling itself. I can’t get myself to be even bothered by it, seeing as Yoongi isn’t.

I smile at the way he breathes, practically lying on top of me enjoying his own post orgasmic bliss. He’s not even heavy, and the way he’s lying down doesn’t put pressure anywhere that would make me feel even in the slightest uncomfortable. Getting back the feeling into my body, and hands I raise them up, eagerly letting my fingers web in between his silky only slightly damp locks. I stare up at the ceiling, the lights returning enough so I can see without straining my eyes. Shadows are cast across the ceiling making me smile, once they form into solid forms as if someone is putting on a puppet show for me. I can easily recognize Yoongi and myself, and a ridiculous story playing out which ends with me killing a cartoon looking dragon and then grabbing him and lifting him into my arms bridal style. I chuckle breaking the comfortable silence and glance away, at how the shadows have crawled up over his back, but are just now retreating his back once left unmarked despite my rough touches earlier. But besides the shadows that are let out to do as they please, because they are Yoongi’s extensions, my flame meanwhile starts dying down.

And not dying not literally because that means I’d be dead, but the spark has run its course, the pent-up emotions hidden in memories as well, got let out earlier and has now left peace and serenity in its place inside me. I summon up the fire to pull back and raise my right arm and away, holding the flame on my palm. Yoongi mumbles something under his breath but only moves his head and, leans lower dick spent falling from me, but that’s an issue for later to deal with. He rests his head conveniently above my breast, eyes fixated onto my hand.

Smiling I stare at the dancing pair modeled out of the fire, who start dancing tango. It is the dance of passion is it not? All the while the liquid still variating from lighter to darker blues and hints of green retracts into the flame. When it’s all gathered, and the fire dancers have burnt out the fuel they end the dance with a bow and kiss, disappearing into thin air, a brief puff of smoke raising into the air after them, the shadows seemingly swallowing them.

‘’...didn’t kno you could…do that.’’ The prince obviously tired now mumbles almost unintelligible. So, I turn my head down, to glance at his nose. He hasn’t moved still

‘’Well now you do.’’ I reply back sounding way more composed than he is. He lifts his head up tried eyes meeting my own, now having turned back to normal as he blinks slowly at me, looking completely sated and content from the way he’s still very much so boneless in my arms.

‘’There’s a lot of thing I don’t know.’ he grumbles lips forming a pout eyes looking up at me, with this sad look. And it fucking stops my heart from how fucking adorable he is! He reminds me of a kitty to be honest.

I offer a smile in return and lean down to press a kiss to his forehead ‘’We do have forever.’’ My words quickly bring a smile to his lips ‘’So there’s plenty of time for anything and everything that your heart wishes for.’’

‘’Anything and everything huh?’’ he repeats in a wonderous tone.

‘’Uh huh.’’ I hum in return sighing happily and overjoyed, to have him finally rest in my arms like this with no more secrecy, no more tricks, no more wondering and questioning his or my own actions, and finally knowing and remembering. Suddenly he lifts his head and stares at me, but then raises onto his elbows, left arm outstretched to the left, making me glance at it as he looks like he’s reaching for something ‘’What?’’ I ask gently smirking while he impatiently then snaps his fingers, the shadows in the room shifting as if a wave of water crashed into them. The lights do go out, leaving us in complete darkness for only a moment. But once it’s back I’m left staring confused at the joyous expression he has on, eyes practically sparkling. But what startles me and stops time is the thing he’s holding between his thumb and pointing finger between our faces.

It’s a silver band ‘’Be my queen.’’ Comes the statement and without even answering him he’s grabbing for my left hand, the shadows supporting him so he’s effortlessly keeping weight off me, while he preoccupies himself with sliding the ring onto my ring finger ‘’You said anything and everything. This is it. Be my queen, rule with me by my side till the end of time.’’

The small silver band fits perfectly. He lets go of my hand, while my eyes scan the piece of jewellery that holds suddenly the weight of the world over me. It’s a simple design, silver with waves drawn over around it, and small diamonds scattered in pattern around it.

‘’Maybe?’’

‘’Maybe!?!??!??!’’ pause ‘’What do you mean maybe?!’’

‘’Kidding! Yes.’’

‘’What?’’

‘’Yes. My answer is yes.’’

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[x]  For every “⏳” I receive, my muse will openly talk about a bit of their backstory. – Old as fuck meme, no longer accepting, Naruto Verse

Keiko’s eyes shifted away from Ryuu’s face as she pondered the open-ended question momentarily–What made you wanna travel anyway? The question inspired an impulsive response though. Keiko didn’t think much before she just started to ramble.

“I never wanted to leave my village,” Keiko admitted. Her eyes stared into the nothingness of the space before her, focusing on some distant version of her past self. “I loved that place. I loved the way it was run. I loved the power afforded me, the power I was born to inherit. I loved my family. I loved my brothers…” She swallowed thickly before going on. “–especially my eldest brother, Yoshirou. Then… I learned that he couldn’t stay with me. I learned that he would have to leave, just like my brother Kotetsu, just like me.”

She turned to look at Ryuu again with furrowed brows as she said softly, “I was always watching young women and men leave the village, but it never seemed forced to me. I thought they were just… branching out. I envied their wandering spirits,” she admitted. Her eyes began to stare right through Ryuu, not really noticing the woman before her at all. “–but I was happy to stay at home,” she murmured. “I was happy.”

She shook her head gently, turning it away from Ryuu. “They were always so proud to leave, all of em, as if they weren’t being disinherited.” She scoffed softly. “Fooled me. I was so naive…” She lifted her sake to take a small sip before going on.

“Yoshirou left when I was thirteen, with a promise to build a home for me and Kotetsu when it came time for us to inevitably leave too. They were never allowed to return, but me…” Her jaw clenched. “My fate was decided before I was born.” There was a moment of silence before she loudly exclaimed, “Maybe I don’t wanna marry a man!” She threw up her hand drunkenly, turning back to face Ryuu again. “Maybe I wanna marry a woman!” she mused. The loud statement earned them a few wayward glances from other patrons in the restaurant. “Maybe I just don’t wanna marry at all!” she added, getting to the truth of it.

She scowled and clicked her tongue. “But noooooo, you can only return if you’re ready to marry.” She scoffed. “As if…” She lifted her drink to her lips and finished it up. “I never really had a choice. I was always fated to leave, but I knew from when I was thirteen that I would probably never return.” With a shrug, she said quietly, “I was born into this, so a wanderer I must be.”

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