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everything happens for a reason part 11 - zuko x fem!reader

Memories, where'd you go?

part 10 | masterlist | part 12

a/n: alternative name for this fic: y/n gets a crush on every pretty girl she meets. yue, katara, and now suki. she can't help it (and she questions why they're all connected to sokka in some way lmaoo)

anyways, this is kind of filler but it establishes some more with relationships and finallyyy gets us into ba sing se at the end. i know it's a lil annoying because there's a lot of episode-to-text writing, but i promise it'll get more freeform as it goes on

also i know that i just posted something yesterday but i have literally zero patience. like i cant hold chapters i have to post them as soon as i write them loll

wc: 5.3k

warning(s): some feels over zuko as per usual, but overall a pretty tame chapter

chapter title comes from memories by panic! at the disco!

Zuko could barely sleep anymore.

He didn’t know when his life became so complicated, but he wasn’t a fan of it.

Back when it was just him, his crew, and the open sea — it was simple. He had a job, a straightforward mission. Find the Avatar, capture him, return home to the Fire Nation and regain his honor.

Now, the waters were more muddied than ever. Now on the run from the Fire Nation just like the boy he was chasing, all he really felt nowadays was anger.

Angry at the world for setting him on this path, angry at the Avatar for refusing to see what was necessary, his sister and her friends for turning against him, angry at the waterbender for making things so damn hard.

He didn’t want to hurt her. A part of him wished that she had never come back into his life, if it meant he wouldn’t have to constantly be fighting against her. He hated himself for the thought, but maybe it would have been easier for her to remain a memory of a lover than his active enemy.

Late at night, when he was reaching fruitlessly for sleep that would never come, he saw her face. The carefree energy from their childhood morphed into the shock and disappointment from both the North and their fight with Azula, and…

It made him wonder what in Agni had happened to them.

He—

He didn’t know. The way he felt about her, it was different than anything he had experienced before. Zuko didn’t know what it was, but he understood that it was special. And now… it felt like he had just thrown it all away.

Zuko couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened with her in that town — what he had done to her.

He had burned her to try and get to the Avatar, and he hadn’t even allowed a glance back at the damage he had done. He had heard her cry out in pain, pain he had caused, and he didn’t even look back.

What had happened to them? What had happened to him?

He kept telling himself that the mission was the only thing that mattered. And it was, wasn’t it? Capture the Avatar, regain his honor, get his old life back and finally be enough for his father. He didn’t have time for friends, or for these feelings he had, or— or for anything but capturing the Avatar. Because the Avatar was the key to everything, to his honor, and that was all that mattered.

But now…

Now, he didn’t know what he was supposed to do. He didn’t know what was right, or what was wrong, or what path was the one he had to take.

Zuko just wished things could be like they used to be.

~~~~~~~~~~

She didn’t really know when everything had become a mess again.

It all started out fine, like it usually did. Toph had become fully integrated into the group, any past squabbles put to rest in the name of a stronger friendship emerging between all five of them. Katara continued to work on Aang’s waterbending (oftentimes Y/N joining them in their sessions) while Toph slowly but steadily beat earthbending into him — literally.

They had all been working hard for so long that, by decree of Aang, it was ‘vacation time’. They would all get to pick out places they wanted to spend as a break, and after it was over they would get back to work.

Aang had chosen some sort of field with musical groundhogs, and Y/N had opted to revisit an Earth Kingdom village that she had passed through on her journey to the North. Sokka had complained the whole time about how they were ‘wasting valuable planning time’, but had finally conceded after the promise of ‘all the planning his heart could desire’ from Katara after their mini-vacations were over.

Y/N was actually feeling somewhat relaxed for once, but she had forgotten the golden rule — never let your guard down. Everytime she let her guard down, something bad happened without fail. So it shouldn’t have been any surprise with what happened in the desert.

Because after one trip to the Misty Palms Oasis and a journey into the desert with a professor to a long lost library, Appa had been taken by desert raiders.

It was… less than favourable. During their escape from the library, Professor Zei had insisted on staying behind, and now the five of them were stuck in the middle of the desert with no way out and zero guidance. Add some brewing tensions between Aang and Toph because of her being there when Appa was taken, and they had a recipe for a huge disaster.

And a disaster they had. Multiple disasters, actually.

There was only so much she and Katara could do to hold the group together, but by some miracle, they made it out of the desert with only one Avatar State mishap.

(And an incident with cactus juice, but… she didn’t really want to talk about that.)

....at least they had the information about the Eclipse. That was about the only thing keeping her together at the moment.

They had to get the information to the Earth King so they could formulate an attack with his warriors, but without Appa, they had to resort to more traditional methods of travel. Add in one passport problem, and that was how Y/N found herself braving the Serpent’s Pass alongside a refugee family with a baby on the way.

It was… intimidating, to say the least. Despite being surrounded by her element, Y/N didn’t feel any safer from the challenge that faced them. She took a deep breath, trying to tamp down on her fear the way her mother had taught her, as she followed the group, but her thoughts were soon interrupted.

“Hey.” She turned to see who the voice belonged to and was greeted by the girl that had teased Sokka early — Suki, if she remembered correctly. “I haven’t seen you around; are you with the Avatar or that family?”

“I’m with Aang,” Y/N explained. “I’m from the North, and they offered me a spot with them after they helped us defend our tribe against the Fire Nation. I’ve been with them ever since.” Suki nodded as they settled into a comfortable stride.

“That’s cool. Are you a waterbender?”

She gestured to her waterskin and smiled. “Yeah. I’ve been training with Aang and Katara ever since I left.” Y/N then turned her gaze back to Suki, raising an inquisitive brow. “Your makeup — what’s it for? I heard you talking about the Kyoshi Warriors back there; is that some kind of thing with Avatar Kyoshi?”

Suki grinned, her every expression heightened by the sharp reds and blacks above her eyes. “We’re a group of all-female warriors that use the teachings of Avatar Kyoshi and her partner Rangi to defend our home and the place she founded, Kyoshi Island. I’m the leader of our village section.”

“Wow,” she murmured, her eyes falling to the ground for a moment before finding their way back up to the warrior. “That’s really cool. You’re really cool.”

She laughed and shrugged. “Thanks. I’ve been training as a warrior for almost my whole life, so it just comes naturally. I like being able to protect people, and there’s no better way to pay back my home for all it’s done for me like protecting the whole village.”

“Wow,” she repeated with a small laugh of her own. “That’s really brave. I gotta say, I’m kinda jealous — I would love to see what would happen if Master Pakku met you all. Katara literally had to beat the sexism out of him in order to train to be a master.”

Suki chuckled. “Sounds like what I had to do with Sokka. Guess it’s a thing with Water Tribe guys, huh?”

At the mention of Sokka, she internally laughed. There had to be some kind of connection between the two of them, the way their interests kept aligning. “Sokka… he’s had it hard. I can’t blame him that much for any kind of attitude he had before he met you. Pakku, on the other hand? He had to have had something better to do than fight teenage girls.”

“You would think so, right?” Suki agreed. “And Sokka… I know. He’s got a heart of gold underneath all that, he just needed a little push to get it out.” As Y/N glanced over at the girl, noticing a slight pink tint under the white makeup, she gasped.

“La’s fins, are you two a thing?” she exclaimed with a grin.

Suki flushed even harder as she suddenly became very interested in the ocean around her, but she couldn’t help the smile on her lips. “No! I mean— yes— but… but—” she stopped to gather her thoughts before making eye contact again with a sheepish smile. “We’re not… really a thing, but… I do like him a lot. I didn’t really think I was going to see him again after they left the island, so this is really nice.”

“Then what are you waiting for?” Y/N asked. “I can already tell that he cares about you — have you seen how careful he’s being with you?”

“Well—” Whatever kind of excuse Suki would’ve made up was interrupted by a rock falling out just under Than, one of the refugees they were with, saved in the nick of time with Toph’s earthbending.

“I’m okay!” he reassured, but no sooner had the words left his mouth before the Fire Nation ship in the distance started firing.

“They’ve spotted us!” Sokka yelled. “Let’s go, let’s go!”

Aang flicked his glider open and deflected the blast, and Katara grabbed Y/N’s hand as they all began to run. Another blast rocked the mountain, causing several boulders to fall just above Suki. Y/N didn’t even have time to shout out a warning before Sokka tackled her out of the way, but it was ultimately more of Toph’s quick earthbending that saved him.

“Suki, are you okay?” Sokka brushed dust and pebbles off of her uniform as he examined her, and once he was satisfied he grabbed her hand and helped her up. “You have to be more careful! Come on!”

As the two of them caught up to Y/N and Katara, she gave Suki a knowing look. The warrior only blushed once again and glanced away.

After hours of navigating the pass, they were only about halfway through. Sokka made the executive decision to set up camp for the night to give everyone time to rest, and then they would get up at the crack of dawn to finish their trip. It only took a few minutes for Y/N to get a fire going, and soon everyone had settled in with their sleeping bags. Sokka got up from his spot as Suki wandered closer to the edge, and Katara nudged Y/N with her shoulder.

“Hey. How are your hands doing?”

“They’re fine,” she answered with a small smile, flipping her hands over as proof. Where there were once red burn scars on her palms only tiny white marks remained — one benefit to healing via waterbending was that most injuries were able to fade away completely after enough sessions. Her burns weren’t very serious and she was able to heal them almost immediately, so both her and Katara were sure that the marks would be completely gone soon.

The mental scars wouldn’t fade as easily.

“That’s good. And you’re taking care of them, right? Like, you’re not beating up people while we’re not looking?”

Y/N grinned. “No. I think I’ll leave that to Toph.”

Katara chuckled and nodded, turning her hands over in a final examination before nodding. “Good,” she repeated. The silence between them, although comfortable, stretched out for a little too long before she spoke again, this time much quieter. “He did this to you.”

“Katara…”

“I know,” she said. “I know you probably don’t want to hear this from me, or really at all, but… I’m worried about you. Zuko isn’t good for you. Every time we’ve run into him, he’s hurt you. And you deserve so much more than that.”

“You don’t understand,” she countered. “You don’t know Zuko like I do. You weren’t there when I was. I know you think I’m insane for still believing in him, but I— I can’t let go of him, Katara. I know the Zuko I love is still in there somewhere, and I have to try and find it. For me and for him.”

Katara’s eyes were full of nothing but sympathy as she sighed — it was obvious she didn’t believe her words, but in true fashion she was still trying her best to be supportive.

“Okay. I don’t understand it, but… I don’t think I can change your mind.” Y/N chuckled sadly and nodded, Katara’s piercing gaze meeting her own once more. “It’s just… Why are you playing with fire when you know you’re going to get burned?”

And for once, Y/N didn’t have an answer for her friend.

~~~~~~~~~

The night went by quickly, which Y/N was thankful for. It meant that the nightmares didn’t last as long.

After a quick headcount to make sure no one had fallen off the pass overnight and an even quicker gathering of their things, they set off to finish their journey.

It went just as well as she had expected — a giant serpent, the namesake of the pass, had attacked them while crossing through an underwater section. Thankfully, she was able to aid Katara and Aang in defeating it with waterbending with no casualties

But in the wake of one disaster there was always another, and before Y/N knew it a baby had been born. She was mostly there for moral support — Katara had it all handled, and Y/N didn’t expect anything less.

But finally, they had made it across the pass, and they were so close to Ba Sing Se that she could almost smell the city air. Sadly, though, that meant it was time for them to part ways — Aang to find Appa, and Suki back to her warriors. After some sad but hopeful goodbyes with Aang, it was time to bid farewell to Suki.

“Are you sure you can’t travel a little longer with us?” Y/N questioned, apparently not above pleading to try and get the girl to stay. “You’re— you’re amazing, and we’d really love to have you with us.”

“I can’t even imagine what travelling with the Avatar would be like,” she smiled, causing Y/N to get her hopes up for just a moment before they fell back down. “But I can’t stay. I have to get back to the Kyoshi Warriors.”

Y/N sighed, her gaze falling slightly downcast. “I get that. I just really wish you could stay. Or that I could meet your warriors. You seriously don’t know how cool you are, Suki.”

“Well, if you’re ever in town on Kyoshi Island, find us. I’m sure we’ll be able to work something out and do you one better than just meeting them all,” she said with a grin. “I think it’d be pretty cool to have the first waterbending Kyoshi Warrior.”

Y/N was unable to prevent the heat rushing to her cheeks as she smiled shyly, once again averting eye contact. “That would be amazing. I’ll have to find my way back there after the war.”

Suki bumped shoulders with her, causing a startled laugh to spill from her lips. “We’d love to have you.”

“Wait, why does it sound like you’re saying goodbye to her?” Sokka questioned as he walked up to the two of them. Y/N winked at Suki and gestured at him with her head, walking off before Suki could protest to find Katara.

The conversation the two girls were sharing was an extremely thinly veiled excuse to eavesdrop on the lovebirds, and when they kissed Y/N actually had to hold back a scream.

Sokka deserved this. She knew how much he beat himself up over every little thing that went wrong, and it was about time he got to relax even for a moment. She only hoped that Suki would be in their corner of the world sooner rather than later.

What could she say? She was already fantasizing about life as a Kyoshi Warrior.

~~~~~~~~~

Although they had parted ways, they soon found themselves reunited with Aang to stop yet another Fire Nation threat.

“For the love of Kuruk,” Y/N murmured as she stared into the distance, her eyes wide at the sight of a large mechanical drill. “That was Ty Lee who just took down all those soldiers. And if she’s here, Mai and Azula are with her too. Guys, It’s one thing to stop this drill, it’s another thing to take those three down with it.”

“The question is, how do we do it?” Aang questioned.

“Why can nothing ever be easy?” Sokka lamented. His gaze remained trained on the drill for a moment before he realized theirs were on him. “Why are you all looking at me?”

“You’re the idea guy,” Aang said.

“Wait, so I’m the only one who can ever come up with a plan?” he protested. “That’s a lot of pressure!”

“And also the complaining guy,” Katara muttered, drawing a chuckle out from Y/N.

“Now that part I don’t mind,” Sokka admitted.

“Well, Sokka— you were a huge help in the North, and you figured out a way to defeat the Fire Nation during that eclipse at the library! Plus, there’s all that stuff that Katara told me you did before I joined.” She patted him on the back. “If anyone can figure out how to take that thing down, it’s you.”

He shrugged nonchalantly, his ego only slightly bolstered. “...okay. I think I can do it.”

“That’s the spirit!” she said with a smile.

Unfortunately, that smile faded as a young guard came running up to the wall. “Excuse me, Avatar and friends — I’ve heard that you’ve dealt with that… that pink girl down there before.” They nodded and he continued. “It would do us a great deal of help if you could come down and look at our injured soldiers, then.”

Y/N and Katara nodded in unison and started to follow the guard, the remaining three trailing after them. They ended up inside the wall, in what looked like an infirmary of sorts with all the cots and soldiers lying around, and the two waterbenders exchanged looks.

“You know what to do?” Katara asked.

Y/N hummed in acknowledgment, and they both knelt down next to separate cots. “This definitely looks like Ty Lee’s work,” she murmured as she bent water up from the pot and molded it over the man’s arm.

“What’s wrong with him?” the general questioned. “He doesn’t look injured.”

“His chi is blocked,” Katara explained. “Who did this to you?”

“Two girls ambushed us,” the soldier said, moving his arm as he regained feeling. “One of them hit me with a bunch of quick jabs and suddenly I couldn't earthbend anymore and I could barely move. Then she cartwheeled away.”

Katara sighed as she bent the water back into the pot. “You were right, Y/N. That was Ty Lee — she doesn’t look dangerous, but she knows the human body and its weak point. It’s like she takes you down from the inside.”

As if struck by lightning, Sokka lit up. “Oh, oh, oh! What you just said — that’s how we’re going to take down the drill; the same way Ty Lee took down all those earthbenders!”

“By hitting its pressure points!” Toph exclaimed with a grin.

The breakthrough brought a steely determination to Aang’s features as he looked out into the distance. “We’ll take it down from the inside.”

~~~~~~~~~

Like everything they did, it seemed so simple on paper. But now that she was actually inside the drill, it felt a lot more nerve wracking. Toph opted to stay outside where she could see and try to slow down the drill with the earth at her disposal, which left the four of them to somehow take it down from the inside.

Sokka led them through a hallway with a myriad of valves and pipes as he thought out loud. “I need a plan of this machine — some schematics that show what the inside looks like. Then we can find its weak points.”

“Where are we gonna get something like that?” Aang asked.

Sokka thought for a moment before he took his machete out and hacked a valve off a pipe. Y/N instinctively took a step back and shielded her face from the hot steam. “What are you doing?” she cried. “Someone’s gonna hear us!”

“That’s the point!” he exclaimed. “A machine this big needs engineers to run it, and when something breaks—”

“Someone will come down to fix it!” Katara finished with a smile at Aang, a sentiment the boy returned happily.

It was surprisingly easy to take down the engineer once he arrived — with a little bit of frozen mist on Katara’s end, they had the plans they needed. Sokka’s expertise combined with the blueprints got them to the beginning of the outer shell.

“Wow,” Sokka muttered. “It looks a lot thicker than it does in the plans. We’re gonna have to work pretty hard to cut through that.”

Katara crossed her arms. “What’s this ‘we’ stuff? The three of us are gonna have to do all the work.”

“Look, I’m the plan guy!” Sokka explained with a gesture to himself. “You three are the ‘cut up stuff with waterbending’ guys. Together, we’re Team Avatar!”

Katara and Aang looked wholly unamused while Y/N chuckled. “Team Avatar. I like it.”

“Thank you,” he smiled. “At least someone appreciates my genius.”

“Tui’s gills, why do you have to keep boosting his ego?” Katara complained. “Let’s just get this done before it gets worse.”

The three of them got in position — Katara and Aang on opposite sides so they could pass the stream of water between them, and Y/N making the point of the triangle to work on the other side on her own. They were hoping it would be more efficient being able to cut through both sides at the same time, but it was proving to be much more difficult than they had imagined — halfway through the three of them were already exhausted.

By some feat of strength they were able to completely cut through the brace, but their hard work didn’t pay off in quite the way they had imagined — when the beam only shifted a few inches she groaned.

“Oh, you have got to be kidding me,” she breathed as she wiped sweat off of her forehead.

“At this rate,” Katara paused to inhale deeply, “we won’t do enough damage before the drill reaches the wall.”

“I don’t know how many more of those I have in me,” Aang said sadly.

A large creak suddenly rang throughout the large chamber, and they all looked up for the source.

“Did you hear that?” Sokka asked, already backing up to make an exit. “We took it down! We gotta get out of here, fast!”

Just as they reached the door on the other side, a crackle followed by the sound of a man’s voice dashed their hopes. “Congratulations, crew. The drill has made contact with the wall of Ba Sing Se. Start the countdown to victory!”

A collective silence hung in the air between them, the threat now even more imminent as their situation sunk in. Mai and Ty Lee had proven effective in taking down any Earth Kingdom threat posed at them, and despite Toph’s skill they knew she couldn’t take down something like this on their own.

They either had to figure out a way to destroy this drill, or the Fire Nation was going to make it into the city.

Sokka ran back over to the brace and pushed against it, putting all his strength into the feat but to no avail. “Come…. on! Move!”

Katara started pacing around in a small circle, crossing her arms again as she tried to think of something. “This is bad. This is really bad.”

“Sokka, that’s not going to work!” Y/N didn’t mean to snap, but the grinding of metal on metal combined with her nervousness got to her. She sighed and ran her hand over her face. “I— I’m sorry. But it’s still not going to work.”

He groaned as he leaned against the brace. “We’re putting everything we have into busting these things, but it’s taking too long!”

Suddenly, Aang jumped up from the ground with stars in his eyes. “Maybe we don’t need to cut all the way through! Toph — she’s been teaching me that you shouldn’t put a hundred percent of your energy in any one strike. Sokka, get in a fighting stance.”

Sokka complied and as Aang talked through his points, he demonstrated it on Sokka. “You've got to be quick and accurate. Hit a series of points and break your opponent's stance. And when he's reeling back, you deliver the final blow. His own weight becomes his downfall, literally.”

As Sokka fell over from the attack, Katara lit up. “So we just need to weaken the braces instead of cutting all the way through—”

“—then I can go to the top of this thing and deliver the final blow!” Aang finished.

Y/N helped Sokka up from the ground, his spirits not dampened at all. “Then boom! This whole thing goes down!”

“Then what are we waiting for?” Y/N asked, flexing her fingers to refresh them for all the bending she was going to have to do. “Aang, Katara and I can handle the braces. Focus on getting up to the top before anyone sees you.”

He nodded and they all met each other with determined eyes. “Everyone inside that wall, the whole world — they’re all counting on us.”

“Here, take this. You need this more than I do. ” Katara took her waterskin off and handed it to Aang. “Good luck. And be careful.”

Y/N noticed a slight blush on her cheeks and she had to hold back her smile. That was definitely something she was going to tease her friend about later — when they weren’t trying to stop the Fire Nation from breaking into Ba Sing Se.

“I will,” he assured. Aang slung the strap of the waterskin around his shoulder and took off, and Y/N and Katara got to work breaking through the rest of the braces.

With the knowledge that they only had to cut through half of each column and the revitalization that came from having a plan, their work went by much quicker. Just when they finished the final brace, it all went wrong.

“Good work, Team Avatar!” Sokka cheered. “Now we— Y/N, duck!”

She didn’t question Sokka as she immediately dropped to the ground, something she was immensely thankful for as a blast of blue fire seared past her. Her eyes snapped up to the source of the attack and narrowed in recognition.

“Of course they’re here,” she growled as she pulled herself back up. “We gotta go, now!”

Katara and Sokka nodded and they all started running. Bringing up the rear, Y/N was able to hear Azula’s words right before they split off into an intersection:

“Follow them! I’m going to find the Avatar.”

Sure enough, when she allowed a glance back, Mai and Ty Lee were closing in on them. She flicked open the cap of her waterskin and bent some out, managing to freeze it at just the right moment to block the incoming daggers from Mai. Still running, she melted it quickly and let it fall to the ground before freezing it again, creating some ice on the ground that would hopefully give them a few more seconds of leeway.

“That should give us some time!” she yelled as they turned a corner, finally turning her attention back to the path in front of them. “Any idea how we’re gonna get out of this thing?”

“Maybe!” Sokka yelled back, slowing to a stop as they came to a dead end, a large hatch the only thing at their disposal. He started tugging on the wheel in an attempt to open it, and when Y/N joined in they were able to wrench it open.

“Slurry pipeline?” Katara frowned as she read the sign on the wall and looked at Sokka. “What does that mean?”

“It’s rock and water mixed together,” he explained as they looked into the rushing liquid underneath the hatch. “It means it’s our way out!”

Katara nodded and climbed in, Sokka following close after. The sound of metal footsteps got closer and closer, and Y/N ducked inside just as Mai’s knives clanked against the hatch. Never before had she been so happy to be floating in a stream of slurry.

The rest of their mission went by surprisingly easy — at least, on their end. All it took was some waterbending — earthbending, when Toph joined them — and encouragement from Sokka (though unappreciated by Katara). Whatever magic Aang was working at the top of the drill had done its job, because soon enough the drill had collapsed in on itself.

And now, they had reunited on the top of the wall overlooking the sunset. After the chaos that had been their day, it was nice to just relax for even a moment. And there was no better way to do so than with her friends.

“I just want to say, good effort out there, Team Avatar!” Sokka exclaimed as he threw an arm around Y/N’s shoulder.

“Enough with the ‘Team Avatar’ stuff,” Katara said dryly. “No matter how many times you say it, it’s not going to catch on.”

“I like it, Sokka,” Y/N smiled. “I’ve liked it this whole time.”

“You always appreciate my genius, Y/N,” he mused. “That’s why I appreciate you.” She laughed and leaned her head against his shoulder as he continued to list off names.

“How about… the Boomeraang squad! Eh? See, it’s good because it’s boomerang, and it has Aang in it—”

“Yeah Sokka,” Toph interrupted. “We got it.”

Aang grinned and scratched his head. “I kinda like that one.”

“The Aang Gang. Ooh, the Fearsome Fivesome!”

“You’re crazy,” Toph muttered as she walked away.

“Wait, Sokka—” Y/N pulled away from him and held up her pointer finger. “Aang Gang — what if we combine it, so it’s just the Gaang? But still with Aang’s name?”

And at that moment, Sokka looked more proud than ever. “Oh, you— you are a genius.”

“Oh, spirits,” Katara groaned. “Why do you insist on encouraging him?”

“You’re just jealous of our name-making abilities,” Sokka said haughtily.

She rolled her eyes but couldn’t stop herself from laughing. “You two are completely ridiculous, you know that? Let’s just get into the city before the trains stop running.”

Y/N and Sokka winked at each other as they all started walking, unable to keep the smile off of her face. She always thought it was amazing — they went through insane things every day, but at the end of it all she was always able to smile because of them. And as her gaze drifted towards the city in the distance, she hoped it would hold true.

She had no idea what Ba Sing Se had in store for her.

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The Lunar Phase or Moon Phase is the shape we see of the moon, which is lit by the sun, when viewed from earth. The Lunar Phases gradually change over the period of a Synodic Month, which is around 29.53 days. This occurs due to the orbital positions of the Moon around Earth and the Earth around the Sun moving. The Moons location is tidally locked by Earth's gravity, this causes most of the same lunar side to always face earth.

Each of the main four "intermediate" lunar phases is around 7.4 days but this will vary slightly due to the elliptical shape of the moons orbit. There are four main principal lunar phases: • New Moon (0°) • First Quarter (90°) • Full Moon (180°) • Last Quarter (270°) The Degrees show the Moon's ecliptic longitude at the angle to the sun. All of these phases appear slightly different times at different locations on earth.

During the intervals between principal phases are intermediate phases, during which the Moon's apparent shape is either crescent or gibbous. The intermediate phases last one-quarter of a synodic month, or 7.38 days, on average. The descriptor waxing is used for an intermediate phase when the Moon's apparent shape is thickening, from new to full moon, and waning when the shape is thinning.

Full Moon of The Months

January Full Moon

The first Full Moon of the year is named after howling wolves, hence the name The Wolf Moon. In some cultures, it was known as Old Moon, Ice Moon, Snow Moon, and the Moon after Yule. In ancient times, it was common to track the changing seasons by following the lunar month rather than the solar year, which the 12 months in our modern calendar are based on. For millennia, people across Europe, as well as Native American tribes, named the months after features they associated with the Northern Hemisphere seasons, and many of these names are very similar or identical. This is the time for protection and strength, this time symbolizes both the beginning and the end.

February Full Moon

The Snow Moon is the Full Moon in February, named after the snow on the ground. Some North American tribes named it the Hunger Moon due to the scarce food sources and hard hunting conditions during mid-winter, while others named it the Storm Moon. Some sources also call it Chaste Moon, although most attribute this name to March Full Moon. About once every 19 years, February does not have a Full Moon, known as a Black Moon. In 2018, this was the case in most time zones. Instead, January and March have two Full Moons each, creating a double Blue Moon. This is the time to focus on magick for fertility and strength.

March Full Moon

The Full Moon in March is the Worm Moon, and it is usually considered the last Full Moon of winter. It is also called Lenten Moon, Crow Moon, Crust Moon, Chaste Moon, Sugar Moon, and Sap Moon. The Worm Moon got its name from the earthworms that emerge at this time of year in the Northern Hemisphere. This is the time to plant plans in your mind, its also a period of purity and newness.

April Full Moon

The Full Moon in April is the Pink Moon, from the pink flowers – phlox – that bloom in the early spring. Other names for this Full Moon include Sprouting Grass Moon, Fish Moon, Hare Moon, and the Old English/Anglo-Saxon name is Egg Moon. It is also known as the Paschal Moon because it is used to calculate the date for Easter. Now is the time to put your plans into action!

May Full Moon

The May Full Moon is known as Flower Moon to signify the flowers that bloom during this month. Other names for the Full Moon in May are Corn Planting Moon, and Milk Moon from Old English/Anglo-Saxon. Now is the time to focus on love, health, romance and wisdom. It’s time to rekindle your withering flames.

June Full Moon

June’s Full Moon is the Strawberry Moon as these little red berries ripen at this time. Other names are Hot Moon, Mead Moon, and Rose Moon. Now is the time to focus on love, marriage and success. June is the month of marriage!

July Full Moon

The Full Moon for the month of July is called Buck Moon to signify the new antlers that emerge on deer buck's foreheads around this time. This Full Moon is also known as Thunder Moon, Wort Moon, and Hay Moon from Old English/Anglo-Saxon. Now is the time to focus on enchantment, health, rebirth, strength and celebration. It’s a great time for prosperity magick and others of the sort.

August Full Moon

The Full Moon for August is called Sturgeon Moon because of the large number of fish in the lakes where the Algonquin tribes fished. Other names for this Full Moon include Green Corn Moon, Barley Moon, Fruit Moon, and Grain Moon from Old English/Anglo-Saxon. Technically, the Harvest Moon is the Full Moon closest to the September equinox around September 22. Most years it is in September, but around every three years, it is in October. The Harvest Moon is the only Full Moon name which is determined by the equinox rather than a month. Now is the time for abundance, agriculture and sharing. Enjoy the bounty of the earth but don’t forget to share with those who don’t feel the abundance like you do.

September Full Moon

The Full Moon in the month of September in the Old Farmer's Almanac is called Harvest Moon, which corresponds with the Old English/Anglo-Saxon name, while other names are Corn Moon or Full Corn Moon or Barley Moon. Now is the time for protection, prosperity and a continuation of abundance.

October Full Moon

Every three years, the Hunter's Moon is also the Harvest Moon. Traditionally, people in the Northern Hemisphere spent the month of October preparing for the coming winter by hunting, slaughtering and preserving meats for use as food. This led to October’s Full Moon being called the Hunter’s Moon, Dying Grass Moon, and Blood Moon or Sanguine Moon. However, this should not be confused with a Total Lunar Eclipse/Blood Moon. Now is the time for new goals, resolution and spirituality. Evaluate yourself, reflect, what could you do better, who could you be?

November Full Moon

According to folklore, the Full Moon in November is named after beavers who become active while preparing for the winter. It is also known as Frosty Moon, and along with the December Full Moon some called it Oak Moon. Traditionally, if the Beaver Moon is the last Full Moon before the winter solstice, it is also called the Mourning Moon. Now is the time for prosperity and your bonds with family and friends. Take this opportunity to use divination to show what your future holds.

December Full Moon

December is the month when winter begins for most of the Northern Hemisphere, and the Full Moon is called the Cold Moon. The Old English/Anglo-Saxon name is the Moon Before Yule, while another name is Wolf Moon, however, this is more common for the January Full Moon. Now is the time for hope and healing, let go. Start anew. This is your new self.

The Moon in Magick

Moon magic is associated with the Moon. There is a belief common to many cultures that working rituals at the time of different phases of the moon can bring about physical or psychological change or transformation. These rituals have historically occurred on or around the full moon and to a lesser extent the new moon. Such practices are common among adherents of neopagan and witchcraft systems such as Wicca. Witches in Greek and Roman literature, particularly those from Thessaly, were regularly accused of "drawing down the Moon" by use of a magic spell. The trick serves to demonstrate their powers, to perform a love spell or to extract a magical juice from the Moon. These beliefs would seem to be consistent with many other cultures traditions, for instance; casting of the i ching is often done during the full moon's apex.

The following are correspondences with the moon’s phases.

Phase 1: New Moon

The new moon is a fresh start. When the moon is in this phase, you can barely see it, and the sky can appear black. Sometimes magick can be quite literal, and with the moon out of sight, this can be an ideal time to do shadow work or acknowledge our dark sides, or shadow selves, that we typically like to keep hidden.

For instance, perhaps you have a manipulative side you tend to insist doesn't exist when called out. Are there healthy ways you could use these skills, such as to get ahead in your career without hurting others in the process? Or you could use your ability to read others to encourage your partner to communicate together rather than to control them? New moons are great for exploring our shadow sides and finding ways to work positively with them.

Additionally, as new moons are new beginnings, the new moon is a wonderful time to set goals and intentions for the forthcoming cycle. What do you want the next month to look like? Is there a toxic lover you're finally ready to cut out of your life to make room for the person of your dreams? The new moon is a great time to encourage beginnings, especially in love. And you know what beginnings require: letting go of the past. If you want to clear bad energy in your love life to attract an ideal mate, the new moon has your back.

Magick for this Time Includes;

Bath Magick

Cleansing Magick

Acquiring New Things Magick

Shadow Magick

Phase 2: Waxing Moon

The waxing moon phase is when the moon is visually getting bigger and brighter, shifting from a new moon to a full moon. During the waxing moon, the moon is growing, becoming brighter, and creating an ideal phase for sympathetic magick around growth. Sympathetic magick means magick that works through symbolic resemblance. The moon is getting brighter, so let's use that energy to make your career, self-esteem, and love life brighter, too.

Magick for this Time Includes;

Persuasion Magick

Intention Magick

Manifesting Magick

Seeking Magick

Candle Magick

Journal Magick

Love Magick

Phase 3: Full Moon

Emotions run high on full moons, and everything is extra intense. You can use this intensity and apply it to basically any spell you like, with the knowledge you'll have a bright ball of shining power to aid you. Many people charge their crystals during full moons by placing them somewhere they'll be exposed to the light. Another trick is to make full moon water, by placing a goblet of water under the light of the full moon on top of a letter of intention. Let the full moon charge the water, and then utilize it in potions or spells. Any magick can be done under a full moon with extra potency, but it's also a time in which psychic abilities are heightened. Trust your instincts under a full moon, even if emotions are running high. One of the simplest and best uses of full moon energy is to meditate in its light for clarity on a situation.

Magick for this Time Includes;

Sex Magick

Strength Magick

Confidence Magick

Physic Magick

Higher-self Magick

Tarot Magick

Familiar Magick

Spirit Guide Magick

Phase 4: Waning Moon

The waning moon is the time period in which the moon is getting darker again, moving from a full moon back to new. Remembering sympathetic magick, the waning moon is great for banishing work, or cutting cords with a past lover. However, you don't always need to banish a person from your life entirely — some of the most powerful banishing work you can do is spells to rid yourself of feelings for someone you know is bad for you, insecurity or self-doubt. Empowering yourself works better (and some would argue more ethical) than trying to change the will of another. Banish unfair treatment at work, banish your impostor syndrome. Remove unwanted negativeness that is keeping you from living the life you deserve.

Magick for this Time Includes;

Banishment Magick

Insecurity Magick

Positive Mentality Magick

Lunar Cheat Sheet (basic)

New Moon: Renew, Cleanse, Purify

Waxing Moon: Attract, Gain, Love

Full Moon: Manifest, Enlighten, Heal

Waning Moon: Banish, Negate

Blue Moon: Wish, Dream, Achieve

Lunar Cheat Sheet (advanced)

New Moon:

Blank Page, New Beginnings, Planting Seeds of Intention, Money Spells, Manifestation For The Month, Blessing of a New Project

Crescent Moon:

Fresh Energy, Form New Ideas, Focus on Details

First Quarter Moon:

Momentum, Challenges, Paying Attention

Gibbons Moon:

Patience, Edit, Refine

Full Moon:

Peak Energy, Gratitude, Blossoming, Psychic Energy, Connection, Love/Soulmate Spells, Banishing Negative Energy or Influences, Divination, Protection Magick, Thanking Deities and The Universe

Disseminating Moon:

Release, Receive, Harvest

Last Quarter Moon:

Breakdown, Forgiveness, Let Go

Balsamic Moon:

Rest, Restoration, Reflection

Blue Moon:

Protection, Energy Boost, Positivity

Blood Moon:

Transformation, Banishing, Prophecy

A Halo Around The Moon (A Sign Of Disruption)

A Change in The Weather, A Fever To Come, A Streak of Bad Fortune

Alas a double ring means anything can happen, the more tangled it is the worst the outcome will be.

Uses of Moon Water

Moon water has many uses and is very common in spells that involve liquid or elixirs. The following are a few examples of their uses;

Bathing or Cleaning One Self, incorporating Moon Water into Bath Magick is a very expensive use of a large quantity of water but will undoubtedly boost the power of the magick in use.

Energizing/Charging and Cleaning Crystals, Moonlight can charge and clean your crystals but so can your water, although you do have to check if your crystals can go in water. Selenite is a brilliant example of one that cannot.

Tea’s or Beverages, this is a very direct way to empower yourself with the power of the moon for daily use. If you do intend on using your moon water as a drink please be sure to use clean water, prevent insects or animals of the like for coming into contact with it and make sure the container is clean.

Making Potions, Or sprays. It is very common to find Moon Water as an ingredient for cleansing sprays and potion bases. As a potion base Moon Water depends on the moon phase it’s associated with, meaning that the Moon Water is already imbued with the power and meaning of that specific Moon Phase. Make sure they correspond accordingly!

Watering Plants and Flowers, adding Moon Water to your plants can influence them to grow better and develop a further connection between the two of you.

Making Fragrances or Perfumes, Moon Water is extremely popular in Glamour spells and sprays, as it is a pure form of gentle power. The Moon is commonly associated with femininity and a boost of this can help influence your feminine side. Not to say that Men can’t use Moon Water, every person has a feminine side, no matter what’s in their pants!

Diffuser Water, placing Moon Water in your diffuser can help empower the fragrance and boost the Magickal energy of the area it’s placed by.

Being A Symbol of Your Moon Goddess/God. A jar or bottle of Moon Water on your altar can help symbolize your Moon related deities.

Moon Deities

In mythology, a lunar deity is a god or goddess of the Moon, sometimes as a personification. These deities can have a variety of functions and traditions depending upon the culture, but they are often related. Some form of Moon worship can be found in most ancient religions.

The following is a list of Moon related Deities I could find, if things are incorrect please let me know! I will be writing their name and then the mythology/religion they originate from.

African Moon Deities

Ala, Igbo

Gleti, Dahomean

Mawu, Dahomean

Iah, Egyptian

iNyanga, Zulu

Khonsu, Egyptian

Thoth, Egyptian

Ela-Opitan, Yoruba

European Moon Deities

Arianrhod, Welsh

Artemis, Greek

Artuma, Etruscan

Ataegina, Lusitanian

Bendis, Thracian

Cynthia, Greek and Roman

Diana, Roman

Elatha, Irish

Hecate, Greek

Hors, Slavic

Hjúki and Bil, Norse

Ilargi, Basque

Kuu, Finnish

Losna, Etruscan

Luna, Roman

Mano, Sámi

Máni, Norse

Meness, Lativan

Phoebe, Greek

Selene, Greek

Triple Goddess, Wicca

Asian Moon Deities

Kunnechup Kamui, Ainu

Kaskuh, Hittie

Men, Phrygian

Jie Lin, Chinese

Chang Xi, Chinese

Chang’e, Chinese

Tai yin xing jun, Chinese

Tu’er Ye, Chinese

Wu Gang, Chinese

Napir, Elamite

Chandra or Soma, Hindu

Kusuh, Hurrian

Selardi, Urartian

Ratih, Indonesian

Silewe Nazarate, Indonesian

Tsukuyomi, Japanese

Tõlze, Mari

Myeongwol, Korean

Bulan/Libulan, Visayan

Mayari, Philippine

Aglibol, Palmarene

Baal-hamon, Carthaginian

Sin, Mesopotamian

Ta’lab, Arabian

Wadd, Minaen

Yarikh, Canaanite

Ay Ata, Turkic

Austronesian Deities

Andriambahomanana, Malagasy

Lona, Hawaiian

Avatea, Polynesian

Fati, Polynesian

Hina, Polynesian

Mahina, Polynesian

Marama, Polynesian

Australian Deities

Bahloo, Australian Aboriginal

Kidili, Mandjindia

Ngalindi, Yolngu

American Deities

Coyolxauhqui, Aztec

Metztli, Aztec

Tecciztecatl, Aztec

Menily, Cahuilla

Muuya, Hopi

Mama Killa, Incan

Ka-Ata-Killa, Incan

Coniraya, Incan

Alignak, Inuit

Igaluk, Inuit

Tarqiup Inua, Inuit

Hanwi, Lakota

Awillix, Maya

Huitaca, Muisca

Chia, Muisca

Pah, Pawnee

Abaangui, Tupi Guarani

Arasy, Tupi Guarani

Jasy, Tupi Guarani

Kalfu, Voodoo

My apologies if I have missed any or spelled them incorrectly as my knowledge was limited to a few websites.

Spells That Use The Moon

A Spell To Increase Communication

Increase Psychic Abilities

Cleansing Spray

Filtering Moon Water

Glow Like The Moon

Simple Full Moon Ritual

Full Moon Tea

Sea Knot Magick: a Wish Bracelet Spell

Self-Love Moon Spell

Full Moon Attraction Jar Spell

Cleansing of The Mind Spell

Moon Cloud Meditation

New Moon Manifestation Ritual

A Spell To Increase Wealth

Strength and Luck Bath Spell

New Moon Jar Spell

Sailor Mercury Study Spell

Blood Moon Blood Spell

Moment of Peace Spell

Solitary Moon Ritual

Cold Moon Intuition Magic

Full Moon Release Spell

Full Moon Enchantment Spell

The Banishing Bottle: A Spell to Thrust Away Banes and Stresses

Divining by Clouds

Thank You For Reading!

-Blessed Be, Circe

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magpie-scribbles · 4 years

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Winner Takes All: Rappa X F!Reader

For the spicy server collab! Some Rappa not exactly following the rules be getting exactly what he wants 🥵🥵🥵

Rating: E

Warnings: Smut, face sitting, fem!dom, dry humping, death(?)

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"Rappa! Smash Brothers is a video game!" You hiss as he drags you into one of the back rooms of the club you were at.

Someone had jokingly said that if they won the Super Smash Bros. Tournament the bar had been hosting you'd be the prize, and you'd have to sit on their face. You'd been royally pissed; not a prize to be won; you had been about to lay into the guy when your big burly boyfriend decided to do it for you. Except...you were pretty sure the guy was dead based on the amount of blood on Rappa's knuckles and the man's eerily still body on the floor.

It's not like anyone would care that much, the seedy underbelly of a club that it was.

"Why play a game when you can do it in real life?" He boots the door closed behind you and you go to sit on the worn couch at the opposite end of the room.

"You didn't have to kill the guy!" You cross your arms, Rappa tilts his head and looks down at his knuckles.

"I just gave 'em a regular punch." He rolls his shoulders. You try hard not to focus on the rippling muscles, you were supposed to be mad at him.

"Your regular punches kill people Rappa." You reply coolly, trying to keep your poker face in check.

Your boyfriend pauses and looks thoughtful for a moment before grinning devilishly.

"Yeah they do." He says rather proudly, you sigh and sag further into the sofa.

"Awe babydoll don't be mad, besides he was being a sleaze." He gently presses, but doesn't approach yet. He knows he's in some sort of trouble.

"I can take care of myself well enough." You huff, you know you're pouting at this point.

"Of course ya can darlin'" he's trying his honeyed words now and. That just isn't fair…You try to ignore it.

“Besides, liked I’d EVER sit on his face.” you grimace at the idea of it.

“Especially when your thrones’ right here!” you nearly facepalm when he points to his face.

“Kendou…” you start, not sure if you should laugh, be turned on, or mad, damn him for making you feel so many emotions at once.

“Come on darlin’...” he moves to you, for Kendou it would be considered a slow measured walk, but he’s so large he’s at your feet in three strides. Slowly he sinks to his knees and God damnit, heat rushes through you and you can feel yourself getting wet at the sight of your massive lover bowing to you. “I beat ‘em right?”

“Not the way you were supposed to.” you try to be firm with him.

“Details.” with his size he can look you square in the eye even on his knees.

“Important details Kendou.” you shiver as he leans, his nose brushing along the pulse of your neck before he nips at you.

“Ya look so fuckin’ cute right now.” he rumbles, and you can hear the smile in his voice.

“You’ve got blood all over your knuckles.” it’s becoming really hard to focus now, his breath at your neck, his teeth grazing your flesh.

“Ya like it.” he’s trying to whisper but nothing is ever quiet with him.

“Kendou…” you’re starting to waver, his massive hands rest just above your knees, his thumbs pressing, pads rubbing against your inner thigh.

“Fuck babydoll, I’ll beg for it, if that’s what ya want.” he growls, moving closer to you, sitting up further on his knees. You notice he’s slotting his hips against the front of the couch between your legs. “I’ll do it; beg for your sopping pussy.” oh and he’s gridding his hips against the couch.

You grab a fist full of his hair and yank him into a searing kiss, your teeth clacking against his own as you lay into him. He inhales sharply and then groans, you feel his hips snap against the cushion.

“Fuck...move.” you hiss finally, pushing him away, you scooch, leaving the spot you were sitting at bare. “Lay your head back against the cushions.” your stripping yourself of your panties, deciding to leave your skirt on...something about it made you hot and bothered.

Rappa looked rather pleased with himself as he quickly obliged, laying out most of his body on the gross backroom floor, broad shoulders pressing back against the front of the couch, his head and crazy mane of hair coming to rest on the seat cushion.You can see the tent at the front of his pants and fuck if that doesn’t make you even more wet.

Quickly your throwing a leg over him and hiking your skirt up as you straddle his face; he’s grinning up at you, golden eyes dark as he drinks in the sight of you.

“Fuck...just fucking smoother me darlin’.” his hands are at you thighs, pressing but not forcing you to move.

“I thought you said you would beg.” you say smartly and the look of pure lust that clouds his vision is so incredibly decadent you can hardly stand it.

“Fuuucckkkk, babydoll please, lemme eat ya out.” turns his head and bites at your thigh, fingertips pressing tighter against your skin.

“More.” you command, you hear his boots squeaking against the floor and you look over your shoulder to see him bracing his legs, feet firmly planted as his hips buck up into nothing.

“Please, please, please make a mess of me, just fucking cover me, you’re so fuckin’ good.” you watch as he bucks up a few more times before turning to look down at him. Your knees practically give out at the sight.

Your big bad Rappa, begging you, eyes hazed in lust, looking so dreamy you have to catch yourself.

“Alright big guy…” you barely have control left over your composure. "Since you asked so nicely.”

You lower yourself to him, squeaking in surprise as he pulls you down the rest of the way practically smashing you into him. But the loud groan he produces and the thick roll of his tongue against your folds has your noise of surprise morphing into a wavering moan.

“Rappa…” you keen, hands going to grip the back of the sofa, his nose bumping against your clit, as he laps broadly against you. You don't even have to do any work, his strong arms are moving you against him tighty, smearing your arousal up and down the lower half of his face.

He doesn’t have as much finesse as usual (if you could call anything of him finesse) but the way he practically devours you, has your head spinning, and the heat inside your gut coiling.

“Oh, Kendou!” he thrusts his tongue inside of you eagerly lapping at your dripping essence. You you can hardly keep your bearings straight, you wonder if he can even breath at the rate he’s going.

You make a sound of displeasure as his tongue leaves you, but you're quickly whimpering out his name as one of his thick fingers presses inside you. And then he’s angling you just so and, fuck...His lips close around your clit and he gives you a harsh lick.

You’re practically vibrating as you look down, nearly coming then and there as Kendou looks back up at you through his bangs, face flushed, pupils dilated, to the point there is only an eclipse of gold around the abyss.

It’s all you can do to hold out for a few more deep thrusts of his finger and few more harsh laps of his tongue, before you cumming,crying out and covering his mouth and chin in your slick, your body shivering as he devours every last drop.

Your legs are shaky and the overstimulation is becoming too much, when you feel his hands move from your thighs to your waist and then he’s picking you up like you weigh nothing; over his head, setting you on his stomach.

You sag into him, you’re sure your juices are staining his shirt but honestly you don’t have the strength or brain power left to care. Slowly he lifts his head; if you had any decency left you’d blush at the sight of your slick on his chin and mouth.

“How was that princess?” he drawls looking rather pleased with himself.

“The throne was adequate.” you reply, lazy smile gracing your lips.

A bark of laughter escapes from him.

“Adequate enough that I think you deserve a little something in return.” he doesn’t see the coy look on your face as you turn, reaching around to palm at his straining cock through his pants.

You had never heard a laugh turn into a moan so fast in your life.

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putas-in-suffering · 4 years

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Miguel 38 because let's be honest that's some shit he would say

This is a combination of three requests for Miguel (from last weekend) using the prompts #10, #38, and #40. There are some slight changes in the wordings to better fit the character.

“You’re really going to make me beg for it?”

You perched yourself on the edge of Miguel’s desk, the action causing your silk négligée to rise up on your thighs. It was a calculated move, one that you’d hoped would entice your husband into joining you in the bedroom.

It didn’t appear to be working.

Miguel sat stonefaced and unimpressed, his posture rigid as he continued to look over documents in his desk chair. His poker face always impressed you. It was a necessity in his line of work, but you didn’t care for when he brought the talent home and used it with you.

You sighed, knowing it was going to take more of an effort than that. Miguel was upset with you, angry at the fact that you’d chosen to dismiss your bodyguards earlier that day. You’d wanted to be alone and drive yourself around for once, intent on using the peace to go to the spa and do some shopping. You’d known Miguel would be annoyed with your choice, but you didn’t think he’d react quite so furiously.

The minute he’d gotten word of your actions, he’d called and lectured you on how careless you had been, demanding you come home. You’d dutifully listened and ended your day early to meet your husband at home, only he wasn’t there. And he’d made it clear you weren’t to leave again.

So instead, you’d filled up your day with cooking and online shopping. You’d hoped to ease some of his anger with one of his favorite meals and a gift. But he hadn’t been impressed. He’d given you the silent treatment all night and now that it was time for bed, he wasn’t budging on joining you.

“Miguel, I said I was sorry. I just wanted some time to myself.” You explained again, leaning into his hunched frame. His dark eyes were studying some kind of schematic, blueprints for a vacant lot.

“Okay.” He said shortly, nodding along with your words.

“So will you come to bed? Let me make it up to you?” You asked delicately, reaching out to touch him. He caught your wrist before you could, eyes now trained fiercely on you. The look he gave you sent a shiver of fear and lust through your limbs, your thighs already clenching in retaliation.

“And that’s how you think you can make it up to me? By offering yourself up like some kind of whore?” He bit out, though his tone was eerily calm.

You tried hard not to wince at his words. Something else was going on with him, something from the other world, and if he wanted to play this game, then you’d happily cooperate. You realized a long time ago that for him, you’d do anything.

“Your whore.” You finally responded, chest now heaving with anticipation and excitement. His eyes lowered to your breasts, pleased to see them rising and falling with your movements, nipples almost visible through the silk and lace.

Miguel laughed darkly, no humor behind the sound. He jerked your arm, forcing you to stand in front of his spread thighs. You tripped over your feet, but he caught you easily, steadying you.

“Take this off.” He gestured to your nightie, pulling the hem into his fingers and inspecting it with a look akin to boredom.

You obeyed and slid the straps down your arms and let the flimsy material bunch at your feet. You kicked it away gently, careful not to trip in the process. Miguel’s eyes took you in, scanning your naked form like a shark accessing its prey. Your nipples hardened at the feel of his stare, your pussy raining with moisture.

“Get on your knees.” He demanded coolly, daring you to do otherwise.

You lowered yourself to the floor at his feet, feeling like you were in front of a firing squad. You wedged yourself between his thighs and brushed against his creased slacks, your body desperate for some kind of touch.

“Well, what are you waiting for, mi amor?” Miguel said in a patronizing tone, gesturing to his very prominent bulge.

Your mouth instinctualy watered at the sight, hands moving to undo his belt. You pushed his black boxer briefs down and grasped him in your hand, reveling at the hard thickness pulsing in your palm.

You bent down to taste him, tongue running along the length of him slowly. He groaned in approval, his own hands making their way to the back of your head. He didn’t push you down yet, but you knew it was coming.

Your mouth took him in and suctioned with just the right amount of pressure. His hand tightened on the back of your head as he momentarily lost himself in the sensations. You worked harder and faster, intent on making him cum.

“Fuck. More…use your throat.” He instructed, gaze now centered back on you.

You did as he said, deep throating his cock with a wild hunger. He thrust his hips up, hitting the back of your throat and making you tense. Your throat constricted against the movement, but he didn’t stop. And you didn’t tell him to.

“Look at me.”

You stared up at him, mouth full of cock and tears streaking down your face. He caressed your bulging cheek, a self-satisfying smirk adorning his bearded lips.

“You’re beautiful like this. No back talk. No attitude. Just a dutiful wife on her knees for her husband.” He taunted, fingertips tracing over your face with a tenderness that eclipsed his words.

You felt yourself getting wetter with each passing second. The way Miguel would take control of you, make you work for your pleasure…it always set you off. He was a powerful man by day and that fact didn’t change when the sun set. In fact, it might even get stronger by the light of the moon. Because you were his lover and not a six foot something man he had to threaten. And Miguel basked in your submission, knowing you got off on it as much as he did.

“Touch yourself.” He ordered.

You let one of your hands trail up your thigh and to the epicenter of your need. You fondled your clit, using the wetness that had leaked from your lips to aid in your pleasure. With your mouth still around Miguel’s cock, you moaned, feeling the vibrations run through you both. You plunged your finger back into your slick walls, soaking the appendage.

“Show me.”

Without him having to elaborate, you removed your finger and held it up for him to see. You watched as his eyes shifted into something darker at seeing the clear stickiness that covered you. He licked his lips, his body having the same response as yours did with him.

He tapped your cheek, signaling you to release him from your mouth. You did, and watched as he led your hand to his cock. You understood his meaning immediately and used your messy finger to encircle the head of him, slathering your juices on his flesh. He rutted his hips at the action and you watched in blind fascination as precum began to appear.

“Stand up.” He said between gritted teeth, clearly on the verge of losing his well-practiced self control.

You did as he said and stood, knees sore from the hardwood floor. He jerked you forward onto his lap, forcing you to straddle him. Your hips moved on their own when your flesh met his, rubbing against him sensuously. His hands dug into your hips, halting your movements.

You whimpered at the pain and at the fact that he stopped you. You could feel every nerve ready to implode, ready for that sweet release.

“Please,” You begged, nails digging into his shoulders.

He eyed you for a moment before leaning forward and attacking your collarbone and chest with a series of erotic kisses. His tongue and teeth took turns lavishing you with attention as you threw your head back in bliss. You threaded your fingers through his hair, pulling at the roots when he delivered a hard bite to the flesh just above your nipple.

“Miguel,” You cooed whenever he soothed the area with his tongue.

You were having trouble keeping your hips still, your pussy ready to be stretched. You could feel his cock heavy against your thigh, the stiff muscle practically throbbing.

Suddenly, Miguel’s hand grabbed your throat and met your gaze. He squeezed slightly, causing you to tense in barely concealed euphoria.

“You’re not allowed to cum without my permission.”

And then he was plunging himself up into your depths.

You cried out, caught off guard by the sudden intrusion and burst of pleasure that rocketed your body. There was a beautiful burning sensation, one that always accompanied the presence of Miguel’s cock inside you. You sat still against the multitude of sensations, attempting to listen to your husband’s demand.

“Move.” He commanded with a swift slap to your ass. You jumped, burrowing your head in his neck. Your walls thrummed at the sting of pain, squeezing him mercilessly. Your hips moved with a hesitating slowness. You were already so close to letting go and you didn’t want to anger Miguel further by disregarding his wishes. You rocked against him, feeling the brush of your clit against his pelvis. A litany of moans and whimpers flew past your lips, your controlled movements faltering.

“You know you have to do better than that, preciosa.” Miguel said disapprovingly, gentle hand cradling your neck.

A small whine left your lips. You knew he wouldn’t let you stall for long, intent on making you pay your debts.

You increased your pace, focusing on the feel of his cock sliding along your walls. You moved in the way he liked, squeezing around him intermittently. His hands were grabbing at your ass harshly, encouraging you to take him. You peppered his neck and face with kisses. You teased his earlobe with your teeth, producing a shutter from his tense body. His hips began to thrust up and meet yours, his impatience starting to show. You moaned at the feel of him penetrating deep, your arms tightening around his neck.

“You ready to cum?” He questioned against your lips, your ragged breaths mingling with his.

“Yes…” You replied, drawing out the word when he reached down to stroke your clit.

“Not yet.”

He slapped your pussy, the jolt making you tremor. You gasped and lifted yourself off of him, hurrying to release him from your walls before you came. Miguel watched you with an amused smirk, taking immense pleasure in your torture.

“Don’t run away from it.” He said with a shake of his head. Suddenly, he was lifting himself from the chair with you still gripped in his arms. He laid you on your back, sprawled against various professional documents. You arched off the cool surface, escaping the chill and seeking Miguel’s warmth. He held your legs open as he trapped you in a bruising kiss, grinding his cock against your soaked folds. His finger teased your clit, pulling a gasp from your mouth.

“Fuck me, please…” You begged desperately, tugging at the crisp button down he wore. You were pushing yourself against him, aligning your bodies so that he could feel your need, your yearning.

He looked down at you with a mixture of love and awe, fingers now edging along your cheek with tender strokes. “You are so fucking sexy like this, amor. Ready to do anything for my cock. Verdad?” He provoked, a tint of displeasure still coloring his words.

You nodded, feeling the head of his cock at your entrance. You tried to take him deeper inside you, but Miguel stopped you with a stern hand to your throat.

“Say it. Say you’re a whore.”

“I’m your whore.”

He laughed menacingly, his cock now slipping into your tight channel as he spoke. “You are. And you’re going to remember that from now on, right?”

“Yes, yes…” You chanted, agreeing with his words and actions.

“Good.”

And with a final push of his hips, he was fully sheathed inside you. He started up a brutal pace, the hidden muscles of his form holding you down as his prisoner. You dug your nails into the wood beneath you as your body moved with his, your desire once again building. His thrusts were punishing, the force of them painful. But the ecstasy soaring through your veins was overshadowing it all.

“Miguel…” You moaned, writhing against the continued assault of his cock to your inner walls. “Can I cum?”

His response was a sharp thrust of his hips, eliciting an anguished whimper from you.

“You think you should?”

“Yes…”

“Go ahead, my love.”

That was all you needed. Your toes curled and your spine stiffened as the rush of blood invaded your ears. You could hear your own heartbeat as spasms wracked your frame, limbs contorting around the man above you.

His thrusts didn’t let up as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm. He grunted in approval of your body’s response, losing himself in the feel of it. His fingertips dug into your thighs as he threw his head back in unbridled lust. His movements stuttered as he gave himself over to the sensation, filling your depths with a copious stream of warmth.

Miguel collapsed on top of you, breathless and lethargic. You cradled his head against your own heaving breasts, tangling your fingers in his dark strands.

“I don’t want to lose you. You’re mi reina…mi vida.” He whispered against your skin, his breath fanning across your nipple.

“I know, Miguel. I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”

“Better not.” He said tiredly, though you could hear the smile in his voice. He pressed a chaste kiss to the underside of your breast and you sighed, content to stay that way.

#ask #answered #sucia saturday #miguel galindo x reader #miguel galindo x you #miguel galindo imagine #miguel galindo #mayans mc

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ace-angel-judas · 3 years

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FERNWEH | Part One Of The Eclipse Series

Pairing: Minho/Hayoon

Synopsis: Finding a new home was easy, making one was even harder. Yet Hayoon seems to find the feeling of comfort in a small cottage in the woods, in the arms of a stranger.

The fire flickered in front of Hayoon but that wasn’t what was keeping her warm. The arms of her boyfriend were wrapped securely around her waist as she sat in his lap, the whole pack sitting around the fire. She’d spend an awful lot of time at the library today, by the time Johnny had come pick her up, Hayoon had nearly read every book on werewolves and moons the little old lady had to offer.

Minho’s hand began to rub over her back, his chin resting on her shoulder gently as they snuggled by the fire. Johnny and Jaehyun were laughing about something, while Jongin and Chanyeol were softly chatting to each other. It made Hayoon smile, the way it felt like home was just calming to her.

She turned to her lover, softly stroking the hair out of his face and pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. Minho smiled at the affection, holding her tighter and nuzzling his face up against her neck.

“Do you want to go inside?” Minho asked softly, “Johnny said you looked tired when he picked you up,”

Nodding softly, Hayoon stood up and held her hands out for him, “Come with me,”

“Of course,”

He slipped his arm around Hayoon’s shoulders as they walked back to the cabin, leaving the rest of the group to enjoy the night. Minho opened the back door of the cabin and walked inside first. She’d recognized it as a habit of Minho’s, summing it up to him ensuring the area was safe for her to walk into.

It wasn’t Hayoon’s first time in Minho’s room, she’d stayed with him before. But the night felt different, there was something coursing through Hayoon’s veins that was urging her to act. They usually slept in there underwear, as Minho’s body heat was enough to keep them warm underneath the blanket. Hayoon stripped down first and slipped under the thin sheet before Minho followed, slipping his arms around her waste.

She rested her hands on his chest, exhaling deeply while Minho smiled down at her. Hayoon’s stomach seemed to be aching with need, making her lean in and press her lips against his own. Minho feverishly returned the kiss, instantly cupping her cheeks and growling softly before he pulled away.

“Yoonie..,” He whispered softly, “Remember what you said,”

“I don’t want to wait any longer,” Hayoon whispered back, “I want this,”

Minho swallowed thickly, “It won’t be the same as if you were with a human, it will be different,”

“W-well..,” Hayoon pursed her lips, “I haven’t done i-it before, you know?”

A deep exhale left Minho’s mouth before he was pulled Hayoon in for another kiss, this one more rougher and primal. His hand went to her thigh, trapping it up against his hip as he climbed over the top of her. Hayoon’s hands were tangled in his hair, tugging on the ends softly.

Minho’s hands grasped her bra, pulling it straight off and discarding it. Hayoon pulled away, shocked at his actions while he simply smirked and latched onto her shoulder. A gentle cry left her lips as Minho left mark after mark, making his way up her neck before working back down her collar bone.

Her chest was weaving by the time he cupped her breast in his hands, pinching her nipples and biting his lip. She arched her back and whined, her leg pressing against his hip more.

As Minho kissed down Hayoon’s body, he stopped momentarily at the bottom of her stomach just before her waiting pussy. He hovered over the area, softly pressing a kiss against the skin and inhaling deeply before mumbling softly incoherent. Hayoon could only whine at him, the alpha wolf grinning as she did so.

Her legs were spread for him, his hands holding her legs open and exposing her heat to his hungry eyes. Minho licked his lips as he took in the sight, before leaning down and placing a lewd kiss against her clit. A cry pulled itself from Hayoon’s throat, her body wiggling and back arching off the bed as Minho began to lap his tongue against her pussy.

The sound was lewd and wet, his tongue working its way up her slit over and over again while his thumb rubbed against her clit. Hayoon had never experienced such pleasure, moans filling the air and urging Minho on. He loved the way she tasted on his tongue, pressing his mouth further against her cunt and toying with her entrance with his tongue.

“Minho..,” She whined loudly.

A growl was all she received, the sound travelling straight to her core and making her pussy convulse under Minho’s tongue. Hayoon’s hands went straight to his hair, her nails lightly digging into his scalp as she pressed his face further against her cunt. Her breathing picked up as the pleasure intensified, a long moan leaving her lips as her orgasm shot through her body. Minho grunted as her thighs pressed against his head, her hips lifting as he continuously usly stroked his tongue against her cunt.

Realisation came to her foggy brain once her orgasm had slowly passed, spreading her legs again and releasing Minho. He chuckled softly, licking her juices from his lips while Hayoon’s cheeks turned red.

“I-im sorry,” She quickly mumbled out.

“Never apologize,” Minho laughed as he stripped out of his underwear, “Not when you taste so fucking good,”

Somehow, Minho swearing made Hayoon bite her lip and more heat to flood to her core. Her eyes wandered down to his cock, which Minho was stroking slowly. It was long and thick, the tip already oozing with pre-cum that he was using as a lubricant. Hayoon’s mouth began to water, she wanted to know what he tasted like, what it would feel like to have his cock down her throat.

Minho leaned over and kissed her cheek, just below her eyes, “I know what your thinking but save that thought for another time,”

Hayoon pouted, while Minho leaned back and lined himself up with her entrance. She felt completely relaxed, her legs spread for him while his hot tip pressed against her entrance. A loud gasp left her mouth as he pressed himself in suddenly, a full feeling overwhelming Hayoon.

He held her waist, hushing her softly while Hayoon adjusted to his size. She squirmed underneath him momentarily, her hands holding onto his shoulders.

“Big..,” Hayoon mumbled out.

“Just breathe,” Minho kissed her cheeks, “It gets better, I promise,”

Exhaling slowly, Hayoon whined as Minho slowly moved his hips and slipped his cock out slightly. There was an ache in her stomach, that subsided once he slide his cock back into her heat.

“Keep going..,” Hayoon whined.

“I’ll be gentle,” Minho said whispered.

The thrusts started slow, Hayoon’s legs shaking as she held his shoulders and kept her eyes squeezed shut. Minho rubbed soft circles into her waist as he shifted his hips up into her.

The ache was soon replaced with pleasure, Hayoon moaning with each exhale. Minho growled softly at the sound, burying his face in her neck and kissing her shoulder.

Hayoon nodded slowly, her fingers tangling with his hair once Minho thrusted particularly hard. A pleasurable feeling filled her body and pulled a loud moan from her lips.

“Minho..,” She moaned, “I want more..,”

“Are you sure?” Minho asked softly, “I won’t hold back..,”

“Please..,” Hayoon softly cupped his cheeks, “I want all of you,”

The alpha male growled, his hips bucking hard and Hayoon cried out into the night air. Minho was shaking as he began to fasten his pace, hands grasping her thighs and pushing them up to her chest.

Hayoon gripped the sheets, whines and moans sounding in the air.

“My mate..,” Minho growled, “Give you my pups..,”

“Minho..,” Hayoon shivered, “Please..,”

Growling, Minho fucked up into her cunt and latched his lips onto her tits. Hayoon let out a slight squeal, her legs shaking as she gripped onto the back of his neck. He stopped for a moment, his cock buried deep inside her heat and Hayoon whined at the contact. She had an inch that needed to be scratched.

“Let me give you my pups,” Minho whispered, “Say it..,”

“G-give me your pups..,” Hayoon shivered, “Minho, I need..,”

“Tell me..,” Minho hissed, “Fuck, tell me what you need..,”

“I need you!” Hayoon cried out, wiggling her hips, “You make me feel good! Minho, please..,”

His thrusts started again, cock sliding in and out of her wet pussy. Hayoon cried out at the sudden contact, her orgasm suddenly hitting and rolling through her body. Minho licked her neck slowly as he fucked her through the pleasure, before biting down.

There was a loud moan, Hayoon’s body tensing up as Minho was latched onto her neck. His thrusts slowed down before Minho’s cock pressed into her pussy again, a warmth filling her abdomen.

Minho breathed out deeply as his cum soaked Hayoon’s walls, keeping his cock pressed deep into her. She ran her fingers through his hair while Minho looked down at her.

“I can’t pull out..,” Minho whispered.

“What?” Hayoon panted, “Is that a wolf thing?”

Sheepishly, Minho nodded and kissed her forehead, “It’s called a knot, helps keep all the cum in you,”

“I’m not on birth control,” Hayoon whispered.

He shivered at her words, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. Hayoon blinked at him softly, looking slightly confused.

“Yoonie..,” He purred, “That’s perfect..,”

She giggled at his words and pulled him close, cuddling into his warm body. Minho snuggled up against her, breathing in her scent and smiling to himself.

A knock on the bedroom door made Minho growl.

“You two don’t need to be so loud!” Chanyeol called through the door, “We all heard!”

Hayoon’s cheeks went bright pink before Minho rolled his eyes, kissing her neck.

“Don’t worry about that,” Minho reassured her, “Nothings really a secret in this house,”

#ace: fernweh #ace: minyoon au #ace: eclipse series

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changbeanie · 6 years

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the eclipse ➳ bang chan

➳ genre: cop au, action, romance

➳ pairings: reader x chan ft. stray kids

➳ word count: 12k

➳ description: A blind date gone wrong, no biggie right? Not if he’s the head inspector of the Homicide Division you just got transferred into.

⇒ a/n: for @channiechanchan ♡ happy birthday, mi grandma ♡ & brownie points if any of you get the movie inspo ☆

When someone says “star-crossed lovers”, one immediately thinks of Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet. The pair of lovers were thwarted by bad luck, fate meddling with their actions every step of the way.

When someone says “star-crossed lovers”, you immediately think of the story between the sun and moon. During those fleeting moments at dawn and dusk, the sun fell madly in love with the moon. But the moon knows. She knows that they will never be together because their love goes against the entire universe. Another fate mishap.

But your hapless fate topped all of the above.

When your sergeant walked up to your desk, littered with crumpled balls of paper and unwashed coffee mugs, you started to feel nauseous for some apparent reason. Probably due to anxiety or that bad muffin you had for breakfast.

“Y/N?”

“Yes, ma’am?” You breathed out, feeling an odd, fluttery sensation in your stomach. You had a habit of growing nervous at even the most minuscule of situations.

An unreadable smile spread across her cheeks, and she placed a file down on your desk. “I have reviewed your application as well as your qualifications, and Chief and I have come to a mutual consensus. You will be transferred over to the Homicide Division as an assistant inspector.” She announced the good news.

“Ma’am, are you serious? I’m being transferred?” You asked again to make sure your ears weren’t betraying you. She replied with a small nod, and a goofy smile emerged on your face.

“Don’t sound too excited just yet. You’ll have a lot of cases to review, and I know for a fact that Inspector Bang won’t go easy on you.”

“I won’t let you and Chief down! I’ll- wait...Inspector Bang? I thought it was Inspector Park this entire time. That’s why I requested a transfer weeks ago,” you said, and you wondered why the bureau would switch out such an experienced detective like her.

Your sergeant tapped the wooden desk in front of her. “Inspector Park retired. It was about time too. Also, we don’t take back our decisions. That would be such a shame and disrespect if you reject your promotion now, Y/N.”

“No,” you answered immediately. “It’d be my pleasure to work under Inspector Bang. I just expected Inspector Park, that’s all.” Even if this was a different inspector, that shouldn’t change your desire to work in the Homicide Division.

“Don’t worry. You’ll get along with Chan. Funny story. You’re about the same age too.” Sergeant Oh humored, walking away from your cubicle.

Chan. Inspector Bang. Bang Chan. It sounded all too familiar. Specifically “last night” familiar.

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“HAN JISUNG. OUT OF EVERYONE YOU KNEW, WHY DID YOU SET ME UP WITH HIM? WHY?” You shouted at your best friend, who was currently seated on your living room couch, with orange juice in a wine glass.

A complete waste of a nice wine glass.

Jisung feigned an innocent expression and opened his mouth to say, “Y/N, you should know this. All my close friends are from work, and to be fair, Chan fits the description of your ideal type best.” He gave you a “duh” face and walked over to the bar in the center of your kitchen, grabbing the bag of half-opened chips before settling back onto the couch.

“I’ll be so dead when I transfer in.” You sighed and took the remote control from him, scrolling through Netflix mindlessly.

“What exactly happened on the blind date?” He asked, and you turned towards him with a pillow on your lap, preparing yourself for a long story time.

(FLASHBACK)

Jisung gritted his teeth as he prepared to leave the restaurant, leaving you stranded in unexplored territory. “Be nice to him this time, c’mon.”

You mentally groaned and became speechless. This was the third date Jisung had set up. On one hand, you’re completely flattered for such a caring and thoughtful friend. And on the other hand, you just want to wrangle the life out of him because you hated blind dates, for several reasons actually.

One.

What if the guy were some pathological liar? You worked in the police department, and you’ve seen many cases with date rape and instances where the guy would try to drug the girl or vice versa. Dates with complete strangers rarely ended up well, and not to mention extremely risky.

Two.

Some guys were just cocky and arrogant, much like the first guy Jisung tried setting you up with. He spent literally half the meal bragging about his project of the year; he was the CEO of a rising tech company, and he wouldn’t shut up about his data analysis. You completely understood that it was alright to be proud of something you had spent much time and effort on, but seriously? Two hours into a date and you’re still discussing HTML? Gosh, eat a chill pill.

Three.

You would rather stay at home and eat food like the couch potato you were meant to be. In the end, nothing beats the comfort of home. You’re alone, and the soft ambience of the kitchen lamp soothes you. Some people may find it lonely, but you loved your little apartment with your bag of chips by your side, a place you call your haven.

Four.

You wanted to deal with this petty heartbreak on your own. It was quite annoying, actually. Every time you thought about dating, you remembered how he used to hold your hand. How he used to press his fingers on your skin and his mouth onto yours as you kissed him underneath the dim street lights in front of your apartment. You remembered how he would grab your hand as if it were the most important thing in his life, leading you to the most unromantic of places, like the train tracks, and you loved it. And most irritable of all, you remembered how he would drop kisses on your neck and whisper sweet nothings in your ear whenever you felt down.

Jisung was adamant about you finding someone, and he wasn’t planning on giving up.

And in the end, it looked like you had completely neglected reasons number one to four as you stood in front of the restaurant, on yet another blind date.

“Oh, Chan says to meet him at his hotel room above the restaurant. He just moved from Australia, and he’s barely getting his apartment renovated. The hotel’s his home for the meantime,” Jisung explained, and his voice was soft and serious, almost as if the person you were meeting was important to him.

You wrapped your arms around yourself and eyed him weirdly. “What if he tries something on me? I’m in the police force, you know? You’ll be an accomplice too if something bad happens to me.” You responded, swiftly retorting as you jeopardized his job in the forensics lab.

“Just listen to me, you inconsiderate prick. Chan meets all of your standards, I swear. He won’t treat you like the last guy did.”

He hit a sensitive topic, and you closed your eyes, deciding to give this Chan guy a chance.

“Fine. What room is it?”

Jisung lifted an index finger and pointed up. “Fifth floor. Room 507,” he said, and you rolled your eyes, pushing through the glass doors that led to both the lobby and the restaurant.

You glanced right, and the restaurant was bustling with people, waiters and waitresses serving guests left and right. If only you were in the restaurant. Instead, you were headed up to a complete stranger’s room and accommodating to his needs.

Walking straight ahead into the already opened elevator doors, you felt a soft collision with your right elbow as files scattered on the floor.

“I’m so sorry. I wasn’t watching where I was going,” you apologized, picking up the files and sorting them into a neat pile. The elevator doors closed, and you quickly scooted the files away from the doors.

“You should really pay more attention, miss.” He replied, sounding almost annoyed at the little mishap. He bent down and attempted to sort his files back into place, his fingers accidentally brushing over yours unintentionally.

If it weren’t for his snide attitude, you would have swooned over his charming Australian accent and smooth voice. But personality wins over something as superficial as voice.

When you finished, you pursed your lips in a thin line as you handed him his files back. The guy merely grabbed them from your hands without a polite “thank you” or an acknowledging nod.

What a jerk.

“What floor?” The jerk decided to ask, his hand reaching towards the buttons.

You responded promptly, not wanting to stay in the elevator any longer with this rude bastard. “Fifth.”

He simply pressed the button and returned to where he was standing previously, with one arm securely around his files.

Guess he was going to the fifth floor too.

Your eyes started to wander and for some reason, they landed on his reflection through the metal doors of the lift. The rude jerk was wearing a white long sleeve button up, framing his broad shoulders perfectly, with a pair of tailored black pants. He also had on a pair of comfortable black shoes and a black silk tie securely tied around the collar of his crisp white shirt. His hair was an ebony black, a stark contrast against his pale skin. His features were pronounced, especially his tall nose bridge where his circular specks sat comfortably on. Circular specks were hard to pull off, but this jerk managed to make them look nice.

Squinting slightly, you tried to make out his face as you mentally scolded yourself for forgetting to wear contact lenses. Despite that, you saw him roll his eyes at you, and you scoffed under your breath. Was he cocky enough to think that you were checking him out?

Okay, maybe you were, but not the point.

Not only did you have a blind date to attend, you had to deal with this impolite guy in your current field of vision. Why was the elevator moving so darn slow? Maybe it was a sign to bail on this blind date.

Before you could even finish your thoughts, the doors opened, leading you and the stranger to the fifth floor. The douche beside you shoved you lightly out of the way before you stepped out, knocking his shoulder against yours. What person in the right mind would shove someone out of the way? Was he late for a wedding or something?

But you knew Jisung wouldn’t set you up with a rude bastard like him.

You huffed and stepped out after him, looking for the room number. Checking the numbers on the doors, you turned left as you heard a door slam in the distance. You rolled your eyes for the nth time this evening, and it was all because of the nasty encounter. You quickly made your way to Room 507, following the noise of the loud slam.

Right as you lifted your hand to knock on the door, you received a call from Jisung.

“Where are you?” He asked just as you answered the call, his voice urgent and confused.

“What,” you responded simply.

You heard your friend let out a soft sigh. “Chan just complained that you’re taking forever. How long does it take for you to go up to the room?”

Closing your eyes, you let an inherent, loud puff of air escape your lips. “I bumped into some jerk, and his files scattered everywhere. Then I had to pick them up,” you replied briefly, not wanting to revisit the whole elevator scene.

“Just hurry up, Y/N.”

You hung up and slid your phone into your back pocket as you knocked on the polished white door in front of you.

“It’s open.” An oddly familiar voice shouts.

Not thinking much of it, you slowly twisted the handle and was immediately greeted with a beautiful, l-shaped leather couch. Facing you was the entire skyline displayed through the enormous glass windows in front of you. The suite was dimly lit as if Chan had just walked in and wasn’t planning on staying for long. This Chan guy was pretty well off if he was able to afford such a luxurious suite.

As you stood there admiring the hotel room that you could never afford, a voice spoke up, breaking your daydream. “Sorry, I was running a bit late.”

That Australian accent.

You twirled around to see the same prick from the elevator, only this time, he was ten times more attractive, if that was even possible.

He wasn’t wearing the white dress shirt from before nor did he have those geeky specks on his face. The jerk was wearing a grey oversized hoodie with a black shirt underneath, and instead of the boring slacks from before, he was wearing ripped black skinnies. They were fitted, and you hated how he pulled off the effortless boyfriend look.

Also, scratch the formal shiny shoes. He had on a pair of worn out Vans. And his hair, it was perfect. You never liked it when a guy’s hair was gelled and tampered with. You preferred the messy, casual look, and this jerk’s hair was the epitome of that. Soft curls sat on top of his head nicely, making you feel the urge to suddenly run your fingers through them.

You could finally make out his face. Like you had previously thought, his features were definitely pronounced: clear eyes, tall nose, full lips, and were those dimples? Jisung definitely knew your ideal type.

Chan smiled as he fixed his hair, his natural curls emerging after a long day of work, but once he saw you, his smile faltered.

“Oh, I’m the one taking forever huh?” You remarked, eyeing him with utter disapproval.

“You’re the one who dropped my files,” he said, glaring in your direction.

You scoffed again, writing yourself a mental note to call Jisung afterward and scream at him for setting you up with an inconsiderate little twerp. This guy was ridiculous; he was the one who wanted to meet in the hotel room instead of the restaurant in the first place.

“Are you ready to go now?” You asked him, placing emphasis on the “now”.

“I don’t know. Are you done ogling my place?” Chan retorted with a smirk on his face. Gosh, you wanted the wipe that perfect smirk off his good-looking face.

Without replying, you forced a fake smile on your face and walked towards the entrance of his suite. Chan grabbed the hotel card on the slot insert and rushed after you, the lights turning off in the process.

“Wait up, Y/N.” He chuckled at you as you neared the elevator. That was the first time he said your name, and you quite liked how your name rolled off his tongue. Maybe it was just the whole accent thing.

You stopped walking and narrowed your eyes at him. “How do you know my name?”

“I make sure I know basic stuff about my date before I agree to the date. What if you’re some crazy serial killer? Yikes.” Chan shrugged as he pressed the “down” button on the elevator.

“Slightly creepy, but with good intentions,” you replied, shifting stances as the two of you waited for the elevator to come back up.

After what seemed like a million years, the elevator finally opened, and Chan made a kind gesture signaling you to step in. “Ladies first,” he directed, leaning in with hands stuffed into the pockets of his hoodie.

You rolled your eyes at him. Who was the one who shoved you out the elevator fifteen minutes ago? And who was this womanizer in front of you right now? Complete nonsense. You bet loads of women fall for his charming accent and attractive smirk, but you weren’t giving into his “too good to be true” facade.

“Did you make a reservation?” You asked as the elevator doors closed, breaking the silence from before.

“Yeah, for two.”

The process of walking in and getting seated was brief, and the view wasn’t as bad as you previously suspected. The sky was dark and the street lights were on, giving the sidewalk an ethereal glow. It was an aesthetic view.

Chan smirked and laced his hands on top of the table in front of you, his napkin neatly across his lap. You took notice and quickly did the same. Can’t have your date thinking that you were a total slob.

“So...what’s your favorite color?” You asked out of the blue. You wanted to strike a conversation, just so this date wouldn’t be as shitty.

“Give it a rest, Y/N. I don’t think we’ll be seeing each other after this.” He cut you off abruptly.

You clenched your jaw and stared him square in the eyes. “Look. I just want to shift gears and change the topic from me slandering you to something random, like colors or seasons. And Jisung tried really hard to set me up on a date with you.”

Chan held his hands up and apologized. “You’re right. I’m sorry. It’s been a long day, and I just moved here. I’m just overwhelmed by the piles of paperwork I need to catch up on,” he responded earnestly.

That was a first.

You cracked a small smile and made eye contact with the waitress, who was preparing the take your order.

“Hello sir, may I take your order?” She smiled shyly at Chan and batted her lashes in the most dramatic manner, her blouse buttoned lower than appropriate.

“Actually, I would like two plates of chicken alfredo with a side of soup. Also, I believe this is a Michelin-rated restaurant, and public indecency is condemned here. So button up your shirt and stop flirting with my boyfriend.” You finished your order and smirked, closing the menu in your hands.

The waitress glared at you with reddened cheeks. She scribbled down the order harshly and stormed off into the kitchen.

“Wow. Boyfriend huh? I didn’t know you claimed me as yours already,” Chan said, that same infamous dimpled smirk on his face.

Your smirk immediately faded as a bored face replaced it. “Don’t get too cocky, Bang Chan. I just can’t stand indecent people, much like yourself.”

(END OF FLASHBACK)

“YOU INSULTED HIM? Damn, this is bad.” Jisung got up from the couch and abandoned the chips, pacing back and forth in your living room.

“YEAH, maybe next time, you’ll set me up with a guy who’s not my FUTURE BOSS. Oh wait, this is the last time I’m going on these blind dates because I’m done. And to think you knew what kind of guy I liked.” You hissed as you crossed your arms in front of your chest, feeling unsettled about tomorrow.

Chan was the head inspector of the Homicide Division and knowing him, he wasn’t going to treat you well. You mustered up a tense smile, thinking that there were probably heaps of paperwork sitting on his desk, hundreds of cases to look through. Looks like you were going to spend more nights at the precinct.

Jisung sighed. “If you get fired on the first day, at least you’ll know why.”

“I know. I called him ‘indecent’. I’m screwed aren’t I?” You trailed on, repressing the memories of the blind date. You threw your body onto the couch and thrashed angrily; Jisung wasn’t even fazed by your reaction, because if he were in your shoes, he would have reacted the same way.

Shit. Why did he have to be Chan?

»»————————-««

You looked back at Changbin, a fellow inspector from the Homicide Department, one last time with a distressed expression on your face, praying that he would get you out of this mess. He shrugged and shook his head helplessly. The jerk was probably his superior too.

Chan’s office was in front of you, and you were more than ready to get fired. You read the placard on the door several times, double checking that this was actually real and not a reoccurring nightmare.

Walking through the doors, you took a deep breath, ready to get fired.

“Hi, my name is Y/N. I’ll be your new assistant inspector, sir.” You mumbled quickly as your eyes fixated on the wooden desk in front, unable to meet his eyes.

Although your eyes were cast down, you could feel his intense stare, daggers hitting your every nerve. You nibbled on your bottom lip due to nervousness as he failed to give you a response. Frankly, he didn’t say a word.

“Tsk,” he started. “Make eye contact with me when you’re introducing yourself. Don’t be such a rookie, Y/N. I can’t have a rookie working as my assistant inspector.”

“Are you going to fire me now?” You responded quietly. When it came to your job, you took it very seriously. You didn’t go through years of schooling to work at some convenience store, and plus, crime scene investigation was actually something you enjoyed. As much as you disliked Chan, your job was a priority.

Chan was taken back by this sudden change. This wasn’t your usual audacious attitude. Who was this demure girl in front of him?

“I’m not going to fire you.” He said, getting up from his desk as he walked towards you, cornering you against the bookshelf. Your breath caught itself in your throat as the proximity between you and Chan lessened drastically. Chan pulled you by your arm, his hand firmly encircling your wrist, and crashed his body against yours. “Firing you would be too easy. I’m going to give you a hard time, Y/N.”

“And that means you’re going to want to quit,” he finished.

“What’s your problem?” You hissed at the sudden contact, struggling to rotate your arm out of his strong grasp. On the exterior, you seemed calm, your cheeky attitude emerging. On the inside, you felt stiff as a board, your heartbeat hammering in your rib cage. You were sure your face had at least grown five shades redder, and if it weren’t for Chan pressing his body against you, your knees would have given away.

Chan tilted his head and smirked. “You’re in my way,” he said. He reached up behind you and pulled out five thick portfolios, each with at least thirty pages in them. He let go of your wrist and dropped the files on his desk with a loud thud.

“What are those?” You asked, rubbing your wrist.

“Those,” he said, placing his hands on your shoulders and turning you to face the files. “Are the cases you have to solve,” Chan insisted.

You shoved his hands off and leaned down to measure the thickness of the files. You then turned around and held the thickness in front of his face; it had to be at least half an inch thick. “Are you shitting me? You’re saying that I have to solve these cases alone?” You gaped in disbelief. Gosh, he was infuriating.

“Precisely. By next week.”

“Are you kidding me? I just transferred here.”

He smiled, his eyes twinkling mischievously as he tilted your chin upwards with two of his fingers. “You wanted the job didn’t you?” He retorted, his tone a lot softer than his words.

Chan pursed his lips and considered, “You know what? I’ll help you.”

What did he just say? Did he just say the words “I’ll help you”? And before you could even stare in awe, he walked behind you and picked up the files, shoving them into your hands.

“You’re welcome.” He smiled fakely as he pushed you out his office, slamming the door behind you.

A stray hair fell before your eyes, and you blew the piece of hair away in annoyance. You tightened your grip on your portfolios until your knuckles became white.

“I mean, at least you’re not fired.”

The comment came from Changbin, who only had two portfolios on his desk. You, on the other hand, had a whopping five in your hands, each filled with nothing but headaches.

»»————————-««

Apparently, the Homicide Division had a sleep study, something you didn’t know even existed in bureaus. Changbin had informed you that many investigators often spent nights in the sleep study, looking over cases and analyzing data, trying to look for patterns and trends.

You placed your box and duffel bag (which Jisung had the common courtesy to run back to your apartment and fetch your belongings) on the empty desk in the corner of the room. Above the desk, there was a cork board and pins, along with a whiteboard in front of the room, blank canvases to work with. The simple layout excited you; it was all beginning to feel like you were a part of some CSI television show.

The room had four bunk beds, and all of them had different bed sheets. Changbin had mentioned that his was the black one with white dots, and there were two others with blue sheets and grey sheets. You assumed the unmade bed was yours, right below the one with grey sheets.

Deciding to deal with the bedding later, you threw the duffel bag on the mattress and removed the lid of the box, carefully taking out the five thick portfolios. You turned on the lamp and pulled out a pen as you sat down on the metal chair, crossing your legs comfortably underneath the table.

“Let’s get these cases over with.” You huffed and shifted your sitting position, an elbow propped on the desk with a pen twirling in your hand.

Three out of the five were pretty regular murders, each with their own set of fingerprints and a concrete list of suspects. You dug deeper, and at least one of the suspects in each of the three cases matched the descriptions and the fingerprints, pretty straightforward. As for the motives, all of them were driven either by revenge or an obvious motive, like money. Killing someone was probably the murderers’ tipping points, having no previous criminal record or charges.

The fourth one caught your attention. The suspected killer was in high school? You’ve seen cases like this before, and it was usually a case of bullying which led the victim to commit suicide. Strange, it didn’t belong to the Homicide Department.

“What are you doing here?” A familiar voice in an evil, yet endearing accent asked.

You held a finger up, yawned, then proceeded. “I’m looking through the cases you assigned me to. Am I doing something wrong, Inspector Bang?” Chan looked better after work. Instead of the suffocating CEO attire, he wore simple black jeans and a plaid t-shirt underneath his black leather jacket.

“Yes. Go to the library. The sleep study is for sleeping and group collabs, not for analyzing cases you were just assigned to.” Chan responded, his tone serious and stern. He wasn’t playing cheeky this time.

“Chill. It’s just some bullying case. This file doesn’t even belong in this department.”

Chan scoffed, “You clearly didn’t analyze the case well enough then.” He raised a perfect eyebrow and crossed his arms in front of his chest. “Bullies hurt others to make themselves feel big, and granted, it may lead to the suicide of the victim if it goes overboard. Psychopaths hurt others to get what they want. Obviously, you haven’t even touched the third page.”

You gritted your teeth and flipped the page harshly, eyes skimming over the post-it notes and evidence on the page. There had been video footage of the high school student shoving the victim off the rooftop; it indeed was a homicide case.

“Wait, so the murderer pushed the victim off because he was envious of his life?”

“Hence, psychopath. He wanted him dead because he hated seeing him every single day in class. Psychopaths feel no remorse, for they lack the ability to experience emotions. You’d be surprised at the amount of time they train themselves in front of the mirror to teach themselves how to act human because they possess nothing of it,” Chan explained, instilling new information in your head. Jerk or no jerk, he was good at his job. “Also, the last case, Y/N. You might want to hit the library for that one.”

You blinked in confusion. “Why? I can’t be reading books if I want to find patterns and hidden traces of evidence,” you said, not following what he was telling you.

Chan sat down on your mattress and leaned his elbows on his knees, lacing his hands together.

“The previous four cases were basically solved, with evidence all pointing at the top suspect. The killers’ motives were clear too, each elicited by either revenge or hatred. All you needed to do was the piece the evidence together, then case closed. This one’s different. It requires a more literary analysis,” Chan said, his eyes averting from yours and onto the last unopened file on your desk.

“How so?” You swallowed the lump in your throat. Why was there a sudden nervousness emerging from the pit of your stomach?

Chan’s eyes flickered up to meet yours, fear evident in his gaze.

“He’s not done killing yet.”

»»————————-««

“The press calls him ‘The Sinner’, and he’s been killing since last month. A murder a week on the same exact day and we don’t have any whereabouts,” Chan explained, running his fingers along the books on the shelf.

He had managed to drag you along to the library with him. It wasn’t too bad, since you wanted to know more about The Sinner, and Chan was the best person to hear it from.

“I mean, ‘The Sinner’ is kind of an obvious serial killer name for anyone who commits murders. A killing a week? That’s insane, and how has he not left any fingerprints or slip-ups? Unless he chartered a ghost to kill for him.” You commented, trying to alleviate the solemn atmosphere.

Guess it didn’t work.

Chan rolled his eyes, eyeing you as if you were some clueless idiot. “You’re a miracle, really. He’s called ‘The Sinner’ because he justifies his crimes using the world’s ignorance of the Seven Deadly Sins. This twisted bastard believes that he received a sermon from a heavenly being, prompting him to rid of the sins in this world.”

“So he kills people who characterize themselves as the sins like, for example, a prostitute would probably be lust,” you deduced, slowly grasping the understanding of the case.

“Yes, and you would have to do some research regarding the modus operandi of the killer. You have to get inside his mindset and see what’s his motive for killing these innocent people.” Chan removes a few books from the shelves and stuffs them into your arms. “You’re here to do research, so there,” he smirked.

His asshole persona was back. You almost missed when he was in work mode.

Your eyes darted back and forth; the library was closing and the desk lamps were slowly dimming one by one.

Chan took notice of your silence and asked, “What? Afraid of the dark?”

“How-how many crimes did ‘The Sinner’ commit?” You stuttered as you scooted closer to Chan. You hated talking about death in such a dark atmosphere, your sixth sense messing with your nerves.

If these innocent victims were deemed sinners by the killer because they tainted the surface of Earth for obvious reasons like sloth or gluttony, then wouldn’t he be considered one of them too? He was the one doing the killing himself, a guaranteed sinner in every aspect. He doesn’t let the innocent slide, so there’s no way he would let himself off the hook either.

“Five. Pride, greed, lust, gluttony, and sloth.”

You placed the books on the shelf and grabbed the top book, followed by dragging Chan’s hand to the nearest table. Setting down the book, you flipped to the table of contents and located the list of the Seven Deadly Sins.

“There’s only wrath and envy left. The serial killer either represents wrath or envy, but my bet’s on envy.” You pointed out, your determined eyes searching Chan’s for validation. This was your first homicide case, and it would be great if your deduction mirrored the killer’s methodology.

“You’re actually not as dumb as I originally thought,” he said, earning a scoff from you. “My bet’s also on envy. This guy is an obsessive freak, and as you can tell from the pictures, the murders were all staged in a very particular manner. Clues were left in very intentional places, like in the victim’s mouth or neck. The sick bastard is playing us, and he knows that we’re only one step behind him. Plus, he’s not going to kill a random stranger on the street unless that person meant something to him. He exemplifies envy, which means that wrath is the last sin.”

Your eyes lit up. “That means that he’s going to deviate from his trend and kill, or threaten to kill, someone important to ‘wrath’.”

“Right. And if ‘wrath’ decides to kill him, then ‘envy’ is taken care of, completing the Seven Deadly Sins.”

“No? Then ‘wrath’ would still be alive. It’s not complete yet.”

Chan flicked your forehead and spoke, “Are you dumb, or are you dumb? If someone killed the person you loved the most, would you necessarily be alive? No. You become something similar to the living dead. You’re alive, but you lack liveliness.”

You rubbed the sore spot on your forehead and scowled. “But the question is, who does he envy? Who represents wrath?”

“Well, who has the capability of killing him in an instant? Who is he playing games with?”

“The detectives,” you breathed out, the entire library suddenly spinning. Your head was pounding upon the realization that you could be “wrath”.

Chan clenched his jaw and took out his cell phone, calling a number on speed dial.

“CG, this is Inspector Bang. We’ve figured it out. ‘The Sinner’ could be targeting anyone in the Homicide Division. I need you to have all of our families under lock-down and twenty-four-hour undercover police supervision. I’ll fax over the detailed report regarding this matter as soon as I get back to the precinct.”

You pressed your fingers on top of your closed eyes and sighed. This was your first day on your job, and this happens. You were a big, fat red target for Korea’s most notorious serial killer.

»»————————-««

Chan swiftly took careful strides back to the precinct – being overly cautious and stressed about the current situation the two of you were in. Wasting no time at all, Chan located your figure lagging behind him and grabbed your arm, pulling you in front of him.

“Walk in front of me. I get uneasy when people walk in back of me,” he ordered, letting go of your limp arm as soon as you were safely in front.

You obliged without your usual snarky comment or eye roll, feeling far too anxious about The Sinner. Even though this was your first day as the assistant inspector, you were sure that killer knew; he knew everything. Like Chan said, he was a step ahead of the game.

“Y/N, go take your duffel bag and stay with me.” Chan placed a hand on your shoulder, noticing your worried demeanor. You widened your eyes, wondering if he had been possessed by an angel, before speaking softly.

“Chan, you’re my boss. You’re not obligated to cover for me. If I’m his target, and he hurts my family, I’ll deal with it on my own.”

You felt sick at the thought of The Sinner going after your parents and your younger brother, who was currently still in high school. Especially your brother Jeongin.

“I’m your boss, so I take responsibility if you get hurt, or any of your family members. My family is not in Korea right now, so it’d be hard for him to target overseas. You, Changbin, and Felix are probably at risk.” His eyes bore into yours, and his hands were now resting comfortably on your shoulders.

Your eyes watered involuntarily, and without a doubt, you had started to fall for Chan. Despite his asshole side, he had a caring side too, and you hated the fact that he was right. You didn’t like relying on people, and this definitely hurt your reputation and pride. Heaving a sigh, you looked back at his dark, intoxicating eyes.

“Fine. I’ll grab my duffel bag. Can you make sure that there are undercover police officers inside my parent’s house? In case the killer decides to show up? If I can’t be there myself, I want to know that they’re safe,” you negotiated, making Chan unfold a small smile in return.

»»————————-««

Chan pulled up outside the driveway of his renovated apartment – the black iron gates opening upon his arrival, leading the two of you into a secluded complex. You felt tiny little butterflies fluttering and dropping into a mosh pit in the bottom of your stomach, feeling overwhelmed with the current living situation. You had never lived with any man other than your father or uncle, not even your ex. And definitely not Chan.

Coincidentally, despite you viewing him as a womanizer, Chan had never spent one night alone with a female.

You were the first.

He parked the car in the small parking complex below his apartment, right outside his balcony. At that moment, he felt a rush of nervousness course through his veins. Perhaps, he too had found you intriguing after the elevator encounter two nights ago.

“It’s getting late. Are you tired?” Chan asked, clicking his seatbelt off. You were unresponsive, so he leaned over and removed your seat belt, breaking you from your reverie.

“Huh? Oh yeah, a little. I’ll be better after I eat and plop asleep. My mind’s a mess right now,” you replied, dragging your aching body out of his car. Chan opened the trunk and carried your duffel bag out of the trunk before locking the doors. He handed you the bag.

What’s he so nice for?

You pondered but took the bag from his hands. Chan pressed a series of numbers and inserted a key to his lock, twisting it in a full circle until you heard a click. As soon as you stepped inside his apartment, the lights turned on automatically, the simplistic yet elegant light fixtures warming the rooms. The apartment had definitely been renovated, with the fresh smell of paint and the pristine condition it was in.

“The smell of paint is still there, but if it bothers you too much, you can sleep in the living room. Don’t open the windows. You know why.” Chan informed you as he locked the front door shut.

You nod silently in response, eyes darting around the brightly lit room, to the portraits hung on the walls, to the minimalist decor.

“You’re pretty much free to use anything, as long as you pay interest,” Chan said, adding the last bit with a sly smile.

“Yes,” you replied, not really paying attention to what he was saying. “Wait, what? What interest?” You snapped back, suddenly realizing what he had said previously.

Chan laughed and rolled his eyes. “I was testing you. Seems like my intuition was right, you weren’t listening to me. Anyways, take the bedroom to the right down the hall on your left.” Chan had two bedrooms; one he planned on using for sleeping, and the other was probably a guest room or an office. He offered you the one for sleeping.

“Oh, thanks.” You responded, taking your duffel bag and walking towards the short hallway. Stopping abruptly, you turned to face him.

“Are you sleeping in the bedroom on the left?”

Chan smiled ardently and wiggled his eyebrows. “Why? Are you planning on joining me?” He challenged, his voice laced with a tinge of flirtation that made your cheeks blush a darker shade of red.

“You pervert! I just have trouble sleeping in new places, and you happen to be the most familiar thing in this entire apartment. I just wanted to know where you were for me to be at ease,” you confessed, your voice getting lower and lower at the end of the statement. Your sentence came out timid, much to your surprise.

Your inspector bit his lip to prevent himself from grinning – you were too cute for your own good. Chan knew you were scared of the serial killer, your worries a fiasco thus adding onto your anxiety. Since you were staying with him, Chan felt more at ease because you were safer under his supervision than any other person. Changbin and Felix had each other, but you were a new transfer – he could relax more knowing that you were sleeping soundly in the next room.

“Whatever you say, Y/N.” Chan walked over to his bathroom and grabbed a towel from the closet. “Goodnight.” With that, he stepped inside and locked the door.

You shut your eyes tightly, placing a hand on your chest to calm your palpitating heart. Why did he have such an effect on you? Even the last bastard you dated didn’t have this effect on you. Your last relationship stayed in the honeymoon phase and went downhill from there, but Chan left you wanting more.

»»————————-««

Of course.

Jisung packed clothes that made you look like a complete bum.

You shook your head and pulled out your shirts one by one. The prick knew you were sleeping over at the sleep study, initially, and he packed baggy shirts and shorts. Couldn’t he have the decency to at least pack a neat set of pajamas? You emptied out your entire bag, flipping it over and tossing out the contents.

“Han Jisung. You complete idiot...you forgot my teddy bear.” You mumbled, checking the pockets and compartments on the side. You sat on the bed and threw a small tantrum, texting your dumb friend.

He responded immediately with a shrugging emoji, making you hiss in disbelief.

Ten years of friendship and he forgets your teddy bear, the most crucial thing that saved your sleeping pattern. Deciding to forgive him after a long day, you grabbed a baggy t-shirt and a pair of basketball shorts, finally getting undressed for the night. Before long, you slipped into the clean white sheets of Chan’s bed, his scent enveloping you like a blanket, a mixture of vanilla and pine, a pleasant musk. You snuggled deeper into the feathered pillows and closed your eyes as you pictured your body floating on fluffy clouds.

In less than a minute, your eyes shot wide open. Soon after seconds bled into minutes and minutes bled into an hour; you couldn’t sleep, constantly tossing and turning in bed – your mind filled with the serial killer and other random events – and obviously Chan who was sleeping in the room across the hall. You wondered, pulling the covers up to your chin and rolling onto your side, if Chan were already asleep. When he was asleep, did he look more angelic? Or did he still have the bitch face he had on during your first encounter?

You coughed, your throat suddenly feeling dry. “I need water. I bet he has water in the fridge, right?” You whispered to yourself. Of course, he had water. What kind of human being didn’t have water?

You threw the covers off your body, placing your bare feet on the cool wooden floor beneath the bed. Quickly, you glanced at the time and realized that it was already 1 AM, no way Chan would be awake. You straightened your wrinkled clothes and stood up from the bed, making your way to the kitchen stealthily and quietly.

»»————————-««

Chan lounged on top of the living room couch – his office didn’t have any furniture yet, and he offered you his bed. He laid there, scrolling through Twitter on his phone while placing a hand behind his head. He heard the door to his room creak open, and he locked his phone, turning it over face down on the coffee table, and nestled back into the couch.

The room was dark and his eyes wide open, he heard your slippers padding lightly toward the kitchen. Chan craned his neck up, squinting his eyes right when you switched on the soft light in the kitchen. He heard you opening the cupboards in search of something, then he heard a soft clink. A water glass?

He slowly threw his quilt off and sat up on the couch. Smiling wryly, he saw you opening the fridge and rummaging through the bags of groceries like a raccoon at night. He liked to stock up on food early in the week because chances were, he’d be too busy during the week to go shopping.

Chan stood up, barefoot, and tiptoed softly to the kitchen. The light underneath the fridge cupboards illuminated your form, slightly bent over as you craned to reach the water pitcher. He held his breath in his lungs as he observed the way your big t-shirt covered half your thighs – this was his favorite look on you. Undeniably, Chan narrowed his eyes as he inched up behind you.

»»————————-««

Just as your hand came in contact with the water pitcher at the back of the fridge, behind fifteen bags of vegetables, you felt a presence. That caused you to straighten up and stiffen as you felt a pair of arms snake around your waist, and you let out a small gasp, knowing that the presence was Chan. His light cologne more than familiar.

“Did you find what you were looking for?” He said, his breath feathering the nape of your neck. Chan could feel your uneven breathing underneath his hands, and he smirked. You gulped, feeling vulnerable as his body pressed tightly against your back, leaving no room for even a slip of air in between.

“Why are you in the living room?” You asked slowly, feeling his heartbeat beating quicker through his thin shirt. You eyed his hand as it lifted away from your torso, pressing against the door of the fridge, and closing it completely.

He backed up from you and said, his voice significantly deeper, “Because you’re in my room.”

You pursed your lips, almost missing his warmth. “Why did you do that? I would have been fine on the couch. I feel terrible.” You spun to face him, and he locked eyes with you.

“You need it more than I do.”

The jerk did have a heart after all. It was thoughtful of him. To accompany you to the library even though his shift was over. To offer you a place to stay (even if it was his barely renovated apartment) when you were beyond terrified. To give you his bed, leaving the couch for himself. You almost forgot the blind date incident after today.

Chan reached forward and held your hand, letting his hand travel up to your waistline. He stepped closer and pressed his body to yours again, the other hand finding its way around your waist as well. He let his head rest comfortably on your shoulder. As he did, you blinked slowly and turned your head slightly towards him, letting your head fall back as you parted your lips, accommodating your breathing.

“Do you like me, Chan?” You managed to let out as you pushed him away lightly, hands on his chest. “Or are you playing with me?”

Chan let in a sharp intake of air before grabbing you by your waist and lifting you clean off the floor and onto the granite island’s top. Before you even had a second to process that, a second to breathe, his lips found yours immediately as his hands pressed firmly on either side of the countertop, trapping you between his arms. His kisses were demanding, yet gentle as you opened your mouth to let his tongue softly caress yours – butterflies exploding in your stomach.

He broke away and leaned his forehead on yours.

“Does that answer your question?” He whispered deeply, tilting his jaw back a nuance to gaze into your eyes.

Upon seeing his sincerity, you placed your arms over his shoulder ever-so-lightly, captivating his full lips on yours once more.

»»————————-««

Something soft hit the side of your cheek as your vision slowly came into focus, recognizing the grey curtains of Chan’s living room and the sound of obnoxious birds at dawn. You stirred gently, stretching slightly as your fingers accidentally dug into something soft draped across your waist. Slowly, you opened your eyes to Chan, well, Chan’s curly mop of hair.

Oh right.

You buried your face in your hands as you thought back to last night and what had happened when you wanted to get yourself a glass of water, the neglected water glass still on the island top. Blood rushed to your cheeks as you reminisced further, recalling the way he had kissed you. You never kissed your blind dates, but moreover, no one had ever kissed you the way he did, not even your ex.

Chan stirred beside you, making your heartbeat increase tenfold in your chest as he wrapped his arm tighter around your torso.

“Good morning, Y/N,” Chan said in his husky morning voice, tiredness lacing his tone. “Did you sleep well?”

Your hand flew up to your hair unconsciously, attempting to straighten your bird’s nest to make yourself look less like a bum, as if Jisung’s choice of sleepwear didn’t already do the job.

“Yeah, I slept fine.” You responded in a soft voice as you continued to fix your hair. “And you?”

Chan’s lips curled into a dimpled smile as he snuggled up close to your neck. “Like a baby.”

He took notice of your stiffness and your thinking face, your mind probably racing miles per hour. Chan propped himself up on the arm of the couch and looked down at you, arm still securely around your waist.

“What’s wrong? You look...constipated,” he pointed out.

“I was...well, I was just wondering if...if you meant the kiss last night...” you trailed off, tapping your fingers on his arm lightly, tracing the prominent veins on his arm.

Chan smiled warmly at you. “Maybe I ought to tell you this. You’re the first girl I brought home, much less slept on the same couch with. If I didn’t mean the kiss, would I have offered you a place to stay?” His face seemed to inch closer to yours as your heart stopped, his words having a tremendous effect on you.

“I didn’t give you a definitive answer last night, so here. I like you, Y/N,” he confessed, a slight roughness to his answer. Chan entwined his fingers with yours, maintaining eye contact with you as you gazed into his brown ones.

His captivating words had chased all the lingering doubts out of your mind. “So...what are we?” You accidentally voiced your thoughts and mentally scolded yourself, biting down on your bottom lip harshly. Chan managed to hold back a chuckle at how cute and straightforward you were. Right then, he leaned his head on top of yours, and you melted in his chest.

Chan whispered, “I’m your boss, and you’re my assistant inspector.”

The smile on your face dropped, pushing him away harshly as he rolled off the couch.

“I’m kidding, Y/N. Gosh, you’re strong.” He whined, rubbing the sore spot on his shoulder.

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Telephones and pagers rang on every detective’s desk, creating havoc in the precinct as reporters from every station lined up at the entrance to get the latest, juiciest scoop on The Sinner. Workers and officers were bombarded by questions. Why did Inspector Bang suddenly have the station on lock-down? Were more innocent people at risk? Did the detectives finally manage to figure out The Sinner’s next move?

Chan gripped both of your shoulders and turned you to face him, his gaze stern, devoid of the childish playfulness he embodied this morning. “We’re going to give the reporters out there one minute of our time, just one minute until the door’s closed. No matter what you do, don’t say anything about the killer’s next move. They’re the press. They don’t keep secrets like we do,” he instructed clearly and thoroughly.

“Got it,” you reassured him, nodding obediently.

“Here we go,” Chan mumbled, opening the doors to the precinct, just enough for the two of you to slither through. And immediately, five microphones were shoved in front of your face, along with bombarding questions regarding the case as Chan had predicted.

A lady in red asked, “Inspector, have you found the culprit yet? Are the civilians in danger?”

Chan responded professionally, “No, we have not found the killer, but we do have a sufficient amount of evidence to rightfully accuse him if he were to perhaps, slip. The civilians do not need to worry. This killer targets specific types of people, and it is unlikely for him to go after a random passerby.” His hawk eyes darted around the crowd of reporters, trying to see if anyone was behaving weirdly.

“Inspector! Inspector! Why is the station under a lock-down? Do you think you’re being targeted?” Another man in blue questioned you.

“The precinct has its doors closed because we are all very busy, answering calls back and forth. It’d be inconvenient for people to walk in and press charges at this moment. The killer is on the run, and we want to catch him as soon as possible. Of course, the police station is a plausible target, but then again, anyone who meets his standards could be the next victim,” you said, earning a nod from the reporter. You looked to Chan for approval, and he squeezed your hand in response.

A woman in black shoved through the crowd and inquired Chan. “Will you take responsibility when the killer strikes again this week? It’s been a constant trend.”

“All of our inspectors are working hard to catch The Sinner, and of course, as the police force, we will take full responsibility if anybody’s life is harmed in response to our delay. However, if the killer decides to deviate from us and attack elsewhere, we are not at fault,” Chan replied.

“Alright, doors close now! Thank you, and we will not be taking any more questions.” He announced right after the last inquiry, placing a hand on your shoulder to guide you back to the precinct.

You were about to enter when suddenly, you heard your name being called in the faint distance. “Y/N! Y/N!” A man’s voice called.

You turned your head around abruptly, completely neglecting Chan as you heard the voice chanting your name in a sing-song matter. Soon after, you were met with a microphone right at your lips, the owner a man in black, cap hung low.

“Y/N, what would you do you if were targeted as The Sinner’s next victim?” His voice was eerie and dark, and you felt shivers down your spine as if the Angel of Death had arrived.

“E-Excuse me? How do you know my name?” You questioned the man in confusion. The police force never divulged the names of their detectives, and you were also a new inspector in the department. No could have known your first name.

Chan’s hand tightened around your shoulder. “Let’s go. We don’t have time for this. Remember, a minute,” he reminded, determined to get you inside before something bad happened.

The man chuckled, a cold laugh, and the entire world froze as he opened his mouth to say the next few words.

“What would you do if something happened to your dear best friend?”

What? What did he just say? You wondered how he knew your name, and why he mentioned your best friend. What was he insinuating? Then the one thing you feared popped in your mind, your biggest nightmare. And it made you regret transferring to the Homicide Division. It made you regret every single decision you’ve made so far.

“WHAT DID YOU DO TO JISUNG, YOU FUCKING BASTARD!” You screamed as tears threatened to spill, the crowd of reporters inching backward at your sudden outburst. Hundreds of flashing cameras blinded your eyes, but you lunged forward and grabbed the suspect’s collar. You raised the fistful of fabric up, dragging him along with you, and hissed in front of his face. “Tell me where he is right now, or else...” you trailed off, thinking back to what Chan said.

“Or else what? You’ll kill me?” He challenged, the right side of his lips quirking up to a vile sneer.

Your chest heaved up and down as you tried to calm yourself. You thought back to Chan, who was standing beside you, completely shocked that The Sinner decided to just turn himself in. And you remembered what Chan had told you yesterday, that this was all just a game to The Sinner. You were “wrath” and if you killed him, he would win, completing the Seven Deadly Sins. You tried to control your anger, and it reached a point where you didn’t want a breather because you were too scared that your emotions would finally catch up, causing you to snap.

Your gun was in your holster right by your side, and with one shot, he’d be lifeless. What good would that do you though? The number one priority right now was finding Jisung, dead or alive. If he were dead, you demanded a corpse. If he were alive, you demanded him back.

Taking the gun out of your holster, you cocked your gun right by the side of his forehead. Chan widened his eyes and grabbed your arm, holding you down, but you brushed him aside.

“Show me Jisung. Dead or alive.” You spat, each and every word enunciated clearly for the bastard to hear. Upon hearing your answer, Chan loosened his grip on your hand. He too took his gun out, clicking it before aiming it at The Sinner.

A small, barely noticeable smile crept to the bastard’s face as he turned around with his hands in the air, bandages on every finger. No wonder forensics couldn’t find any fingerprints. He consistently cut off the skin of his fingertips, disabling DNA fingerprinting.

“Follow me, Y/N. But tell your boyfriend to put his gun down. This is between you and me only.”

Chan walked forward and placed metal cuffs on the both of his hands, dropping his gun right in front of him.

“Her boyfriend will, but you’re getting these cuffs.” He muttered, his brows creased restlessly.

»»————————-««

Despite not having his gun in his hand, Chan followed you closely, making sure your emotions didn’t consume you whole. He knew it was part of The Sinner’s scheme to turn himself in, prompting you to get hurt and perhaps even kill him. Jisung was a cop himself, part of the forensics team, and if anything, he’d have the basic self-defense skills. If he really did kill Jisung, then he would have to personally get inside the precinct, capture Jisung without making any noise, and make a successful escape. The thing was, the entire precinct was under lock-down. How would someone go in and out unannounced?

Chan reached into the pocket of his leather jacket and took out his cell phone, quickly dialing a number. At the same time, he kept his eyes locked up front, trailing behind you slowly.

You swallowed a lump in your throat. The killer had led the two of you to the outskirts of the city, not too far from the station. It was a flat field by the side of the main highway, with nothing in sight but an abandoned trailer, and the trailer had been there for years. Untouched, but no one bothered looking because it was a useless trinket. It wasn’t the trailer that caught your eye, but the box beside the trailer.

“Oh, she sees the treasure box. Why don’t you go and open it?” The Sinner sang, his chuckles airy.

“Hyunjin, call bomb squad,” Chan said into his portable transmitter as he took precautions.

The killer laughed, and in split second, he kicked the box towards you. “The only thing exploding will be Y/N once she sees what’s inside the box. Open it!” He ordered, gesturing madly with his head, beads of sweat rolling down his face.

You struggled to keep your gun in your clammy hand as your left hand reached towards the box. Chan walked up behind you and placed a hand on top of your dominant hand, stabling the gun. Your throat ran dry as you lifted one of the flaps to the box, growing dizzy as you saw a blood stain emerge. Taking a deep breath, you lifted the other flap and peered in the gap.

What you saw emitted a bloodcurdling scream from your throat.

“You sick bastard! How could you? How could you do this to him?” You thrashed and shoved Chan aside, aiming the gun to his forehead, the cold metal leaving an indent on his temple.

“Because I envy you. And your perfect tip-top shape kind of life. You’ll never understand what it means to suffer, and now you will,” he sneered, lapping his lips with a foul smile.

Tears were streaming down your face at the sight of your best friend’s mutilated body parts inside the box. “I’m going to kill you. If anyone’s rotting in hell, it’s going to be you. Mark my words.” You grit your teeth, your body shaking with anger.

Chan’s face was suddenly filled with insecurity and fear before he grabbed your arm harshly, pulling you back. Not a moment too soon, he had received a callback, and that proved his deduction.

“Let go of me! I don’t care about winning or losing anymore! I just want this bastard to suffer, and after what he did to Jisung, I want to see him beg,” you hissed. You weren’t logical. You weren’t in the right mind. You were blinded by vengeance, much to The Sinner’s advantage. You were wrath, and nothing was standing between you and killing him, not even Chan.

Chan’s eyes hardened as he clenched his jaw, his hand grabbing your wrist firmly for you to give him your undivided attention. He turned you to face him, his eyes glowering down on yours.

“Listen to me. Jisung’s not dead, and whatever you saw inside the box isn’t him. He just called me from the precinct,” he whispered frantically as he searched your eyes. He looked for reason, for something other than fear and anger. “He’s safe,” he reiterated.

Safe. Jisung was safe.

“Shoot me.” He hissed. “Shoot me, I dare you. I killed your best friend. You said you wanted a corpse, so here’s his corpse. My job is done, so shoot me!”

He was so adamant about you shooting him; he was using you to rid of his sins. Someone had to finish his legacy, so he picked you to complete the Seven Sins. However, was the person in the box really Jisung? Or was the person an unfortunate pedestrian?

“Trust me, Y/N,” Chan’s jaw tensed.

Where was the reason in this? Then you remembered: a murder a week on the exact same day. Chan had mentioned this before back at the library, that The Sinner only killed on Tuesdays. Undeniably, he wanted to be killed on a Tuesday. Therefore, regardless of what, he would need someone to be “wrath” in order for him to be killed. Chances were, the person in the box wasn’t Jisung, and Chan was right.

You started nodding in your head, scoffing slightly as your grip slackened, and the gun hung loosely in your hands.

“You’re a liar. I’m not sealing your fate, you anal bastard. Tuesdays, right? You have to kill on Tuesdays. That body isn’t Jisung’s.”

“SHOOT ME, Y/N! I KILLED HIM. I KILLED ALL THOSE SINNERS.” He screamed like a maniac.

You raised your gun at him and hooked your index finger around the trigger.

“Very well then,” you said simply.

“Y/N. Don’t do it!” Chan yelled, a rush of oxygen escaping his lungs, his eyes and ears betraying him. He thought you understood.

Then, a single gunshot rang through the field.

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(ONE WEEK LATER)

“If it isn’t our lovely Mrs. Bang, how are you, Y/N?” Jisung asked with a grin when he saw you stroll in the precinct a week later, smirking secretly upon the realization that the blind date he had set up worked for you.

You threw a clipboard at him as Chan trailed behind you. “We’re not married, you fool.”

“You don’t even come back to your apartment because you practically live with Chan now, and the two of you bicker like an old married couple.” He said as he leaned back in his chair, bumping fists with Changbin who was next to him.

“Yeah? How does it feel being best man for five of your friends’ weddings? What’s it like being a thirty-year-old spinster?” You retorted, your eyes narrowing down on your best friend.

Jisung grumbled, turning away from you with a playful scowl. “I didn’t know Chan had a thing for EVIL PEOPLE.”

Chan chuckled when you sat down on his chair, kicking back like you owned the damn place. “She’s just cranky because Gordon Ramsay eliminated her favorite contestant on MasterChef,” he exposed, and his transmitter started beeping. “Chief wants me. I’ll be back in a few.”

He squeezed the back of your neck reassuringly before leaving you alone with Jisung and Changbin.

“Why does he have so many new cases? How prominent is crime around here?” You said as you stared at the neat pile of untouched portfolios, at least seven of them.

Jisung “tsked” and started playing a game on his monitor. Easy for him to say, he was stuck in a lab all day doing science experiments, barely any paperwork.

Changbin nodded in agreement. “That’s what you get for being the head inspector of the Homicide Division. Chan has the capability and the experience to become the Chief of Police, but no, he likes serial killers,” he chuckled.

“The man’s weird, but I like weird.” You commented the last bit, and the two officers gagged in front of you, cringing at your profound cheesiness. You rolled your eyes at their dramatic reaction and puffed out a breath of air before reaching over to the case files. Grabbing a wad of sticky notes, you opened the first case file.

Then you remembered what Chan had mentioned when the two of you first met at the precinct. Some cases required a more literary analysis in order to develop a deeper understanding of the serial killers’ methodologies.

“Hey guys, tell Chan I’ll be at the public library downtown with his cases. Oh, also tell him that I want a caramel macchiato when he stops by the cafe across the street for his daily dose of caffeine,” you told the other two. You picked up the portfolios and stuffed them in your bag, along with the sticky notes and a handful of colorful pens.

In return, you received two weird looks your way.

“Y/N, good morning. Where are you off to?” Felix walked in with a case he just ran by the forensics in his hands.

“The library,” you chirped, throwing a wave back at the three before walking out the sliding doors.

Felix scrunched his face in confusion as he thought he heard the word “library”. Why would you be on a library date with Chan when you had a pile of cases that needed to be solved? He looked to the two older officers for an explanation.

Jisung tapped restlessly on his keyboard, trying to save his character from dying in the game. “Don’t ask, Felix,” he mumbled, groaning as the little dinosaur fell down a pit of lava.

»»————————-««

Turns out Chief wanted Chan and Changbin to analyze a crime scene an hour away, and grudgingly, Jisung texted you that he and his forensics team were “camping with the bears”. You figured they were in the wilderness somewhere, and Chan didn’t arrive at the library until it was eight in the evening.

Chan ran up the winding staircase, carrying two very overdue cups of caramel macchiatos in his hands, skipping two steps at a time. His footsteps came to a stop when he saw apple-shaped sticky notes attached to each of his files and two piles of books on the desk.

“Hey, what are you doing?” Chan spoke up with amused eyebrows as he moved to place the cups of coffee on top of the desk, standing in front of you.

“I solved them for you.”

Chan’s eyes widened as he picked up one of the files, flipping through the pages and analyzing your detailed notes on every picture. “You solved them? All in a day?”

“I still need more evidence for some of them, but I have the suspects listed. I’m pretty sure they’re correct, but they might require more substantial evidence for them to be closed cases. Just follow the outline I did on the last pages of each file.” You tapped your pen on the areas to point them out.

Chan was stunned. These were all leads, and he would be able to find the culprit sooner with all the cases laid out in a neat outline. His eyes darted up to look at you, and for a second, you were afraid that he was mad at you for messing up the files. You were new to the division, and what if your leads were all nonsense? You were second doubting yourself.

“Marry me.”

Your jaw dropped, baffled by his answer. “You haven’t even met my parents yet.”

“Well, it’s time to book a train to Busan then,” he said, walking behind you to wrap his arms around your sitting figure. He bent down and kissed to the side of your left cheek.

“You dork.” You snorted, your hands holding onto his arms as you leaned back, your head on his chest.

Thinking back to it, maybe Jisung did know your ideal type pretty well. He did somewhat introduce you to Chan, and maybe your hapless fate wasn’t so unfortunate after all. The universe had definitely messed with your life, several times actually, but this was actually your happy ending.

Chan was your sun, and because he entered your life, you found meaning. Without him, you would have killed The Sinner instead of wounding him in the leg. Without him, you would never be a good detective because you would be stuck staring at blank pages, trying to look for hidden patterns without background knowledge. And without him, you wouldn’t be able to learn to love again. Because he was the sun, you were the moon. He made you shine your brightest.

Now that you look back at it, the sun and the moon’s love story wasn’t a forlorn one. It was a beautiful one. Although they were only able to see each other during those transient moments of dawn and dusk, those moments were happy and cherished. Sometimes, the universe would give mercy, creating a rare phenomenon permitting the sun and moon to finally meet. In other words, their love was truly eternal. At day, you see the sun, shining bright in the sky. At night, you see the moon, glowing mysterious in its domain. And sometimes, you see the sun kiss the moon, thanking her for her company. Even the sun and the moon had their happy ending.

That’s what eclipses were for.

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Some spicey Rappa content right here! Big boi doesnt ...exactly follow the rules, but that's okay since the reward is 🥵🥵🥵

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