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gvnvks · 10 months

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// zb1 being (kinda overly) protective of you.

> pairings: non-idol!zb1 x fem!reader

> warnings: zb1 being overprotective, pet names, lowercase intended, not proofread

> song recommendation: middle of my mind by tom rosenthal

> a/n: im back yall who missed me !!! also pls don’t let this flop as much as my previous post did …. that was embarrassing 😐

// 김 jiwoong.

jiwoong and you walked hand in hand along the cobblestone path, the rhythmic crunch of gravel under your feet creating a serene symphony. the air was cool and crisp, carrying the scent of blooming flowers and freshly cut grass.

as you strolled hand in hand, the warmth of jiwoongs touch filled you with a sense of security and love. his dark eyes, filled with adoration, glanced at you every few moments, ensuring your comfort and well-being. the suns golden rays danced on his face, highlighting the contours of his smile, and you couldn't help but be captivated by his presence.

the conversation flowed effortlessly, a symphony of laughter and shared anecdotes. your boyfriends voice resonated like a soothing melody, and his words were a balm to your soul. each sentence he uttered was laced with affection, and every syllable carried an undertone of concern, for he had always been one to prioritize your happiness above all else.

as you approached a particularly narrow and rocky path, jiwoongs protective nature became more evident. his steps slowed, his grip on your hand tightened ever so slightly, and he insisted on leading the way. “be careful, love,” he murmured, his voice laced with a touch of worry. “watch your step, the rocks can be slippery.”

you chuckled softly, grateful for his concern but feeling confident in your own abilities. “ill be fine, jiwoong," you reassured him, your voice filled with warmth. “im not as delicate as you think.”

he grinned, a mixture of pride and playfulness dancing in his eyes. “oh, i know you're strong and capable,” he replied, his tone teasing. “but youre my everything, and i cant help but want to protect you from even the smallest of dangers.”

your heart swelled with affection, understanding the depth of his love for you. his overprotectiveness wasn't born out of doubt or a lack of trust; rather, it stemmed from a place of unyielding adoration. your boyfriend simply couldn't bear the thought of anything causing you harm, even if it was as minor as a misstep on a rocky path.

the path opened up to a breathtaking vista, where the lake stretched out before you like a vast expanse of liquid sapphire. the water glistened under the twilight sky, mirroring the stars that began to twinkle above. it was a sight that stole your breath away, leaving you momentarily spellbound.

jiwoongs arms wrapped around you from behind, pulling you closer as he whispered into your ear, his words carried by the gentle breeze. “isn't it beautiful?” he murmured, his voice filled with awe. “but remember, my love, don't get too close to the edge. i don't want anything to happen to you.”

you leaned back into his embrace, feeling his heartbeat against your back. ”i promise ill be careful,” you assured him, a smile playing on your lips. ”i wouldn't dream of doing anything that might worry you.”

he sighed, his grip on you tightening almost imperceptibly. ”i know, but you know how my mind works,” he replied, his voice tinged with a hint of sheepishness. ”i can't help but imagine the worst-case scenarios. its just who i am.”

you turned around in his arms, looking into his eyes with tender affection. ”and i love you for it,” you whispered, your words carrying the weight of your love. ”your overprotectiveness is part of what makes you so special to me.”

jiwoongs face softened, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears. “i don't deserve you,” he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. “but i promise, ill always be there to shield you from harm, even if it's just imaginary."

// 장 hao.

as you walked hand in hand into the café, the sound of your footsteps mingled with soft music playing in the background. haos eyes gleamed with adoration as he looked at you, his heart filled with love and concern. he held the door open for you, ensuring you entered safely.

”you okay, darling?” hao asked, a hint of worry in his voice. “the ground can be uneven sometimes.” you smiled at his unwavering attentiveness. “im fine, hao. you don't have to worry so much.”

he chuckled, his voice a melody that harmonized with the ambiance around you. “i can't help it, you know. i just want to make sure you're always safe and sound.”

taking a seat at a cozy table near the window, you marveled at the view outside. the city bustled with life, people going about their day, yet in this café, you felt cocooned in a world of tranquility. the scent of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the aroma of sweet pastries, and the soft murmur of conversations added a pleasant hum to the atmosphere.

a waiter approached, carrying a tray adorned with steaming cups of coffee. haos protective instincts kicked in, and he immediately reached out to touch your cup, testing the temperature cautiously. “just making sure it's not too hot for you, darling,” he said, his voice laced with tenderness.

you chuckled, touched by his thoughtfulness. “thank you. you're always looking out for me.” he smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “its my duty as your boyfriend. besides, i wouldn't want you burning your beautiful lips.”

as you sipped the warm, comforting beverage, your eyes met your boyfriends, and a silent understanding passed between you. it was in these small, seemingly mundane gestures that his love for you shone like a radiant sun, casting a protective light over your every step.

the café was a symphony of sights and sounds, a place where time seemed to slow down, allowing you to savor every moment. couples around you engaged in hushed conversations, their laughter mingling with the gentle clinking of cups and saucers. the walls were adorned with beautiful artwork, paintings that whispered stories of love and passion.

haos gaze never wavered from you, his eyes tracing the contours of your face, etching each moment into his memory. he leaned forward, his voice low and filled with affection. “are you comfortable, my love? shall i adjust your chair?”

you chuckled softly, touched by his concern. “hao, im perfectly fine. i couldn't ask for a more caring boyfriend.”

his smile widened, his love for you shining through his eyes. “i just want to make sure everything is perfect for you. you deserve nothing less.”

as the afternoon turned to evening, and the café grew dimmer, the atmosphere took on a romantic allure. the soft glow of candlelight bathed the room, casting a warm and intimate ambiance. your boyfriend reached across the table, his fingers gently intertwining with yours, creating an unbreakable bond between you.

“i love you, hao,” you whispered, your voice filled with tenderness and gratitude.

he squeezed your hand, his touch a reassurance of his love. “and i love you, more than words can express. i will always be here to protect and cherish you, my darling.”

// 성 hanbin.

hand in hand, you and hanbin strolled through an enchanting amusement park, its vibrant attractions calling to the child within each of you. laughter and joy mixed with the sweet scent of cotton candy, creating an atmosphere of pure delight.

as you approached the roller coaster, a towering behemoth with twisting tracks, you couldn't help but feel a tinge of excitement mixed with a hint of nervousness. “hey, hanbin, let's go on that roller coaster! it looks like so much fun!” you exclaimed, your eyes sparkling like stars.

hanbin glanced at the ride, then back at you, a subtle furrow forming on his forehead. “are you sure, sweetheart? it seems quite fast and intense.”

you grinned, feeling determined to take on the challenge. “absolutely! come on, it'll be so fun!”

he hesitated for a moment before relenting with a soft smile. “alright, but promise me you'll hold onto the safety bar tightly, and ill be right beside you the whole time.”

the roller coaster roared to life as you settled into the front seat. hanbins protective nature revealed itself as he carefully fastened your seatbelt and checked it twice. you giggled at his attentiveness, finding it endearing how much he cared for your safety.

as the ride started, and the roller coaster climbed higher, the view from the top was breathtaking. the scenery stretched out before you like a picturesque painting - the lush green trees, the shimmering pond, and the sparkling fountains all came together in a symphony of colors. “hanbin, look at this view! its incredible!" you exclaimed, your voice brimming with excitement.

but he couldn't take his eyes off you, concern etched in his expression even amidst the stunning backdrop. “yes, it is, but please hold on tight, okay?”

you chuckled, gently reassuring him, “don't worry, im in safe hands with you.”

as the coaster hurtled down the first drop, the wind whooshed past your face, and you couldn't help but let out a delighted scream. It was a whirlwind of adrenaline and emotions, and throughout the twists and turns, Hanbin kept a watchful eye on you, making sure you were comfortable and secure.

after the ride ended, you stepped off with wobbly legs but a heart full of joy. hanbin quickly wrapped his arm around your waist, guiding you away from the ride. “you did amazing! i knew you could do it,” he said with pride, planting a soft kiss on your forehead.

the day wore on, and you both explored the whimsical wonderland together, hopping from one attraction to another. with each ride, overprotective hanbin surfaced, whether it was holding your hand tightly on the carousel or making sure you were well-hydrated in the summer heat.

as the sun began to set, the sky turned into a canvas of pink and orange hues, casting a romantic glow over the park. the two of you found a cozy spot near a carousel, where you sat together on a wooden bench, taking a moment to rest.

“its been such a magical day, hanbin. thank you for being so caring and looking out for me,” you said, leaning your head on his shoulder. he smiled affectionately, his eyes warm like the setting sun. “you're my world, and ill always do my best to keep you safe and happy.”

your heart fluttered, and you couldn't resist teasing him a bit. “even if it means not letting me ride some of the more intense attractions?”

he chuckled softly, his laughter echoing in the fading daylight. “well, maybe i can loosen the reins a little, but only if you promise to always hold onto my hand tightly.”

you nodded, knowing that in hanbins embrace, you would always feel protected. as the stars began to twinkle overhead, you both sat there, basking in the magic of the amusement park and the love that enveloped you like a gentle breeze.

// 석 matthew

the exterior of the hotel you and matthew had stayed at, boasted intricate architecture, adorned with climbing ivy and blossoming roses, its entrance welcoming visitors with ornate wooden doors that whispered stories of centuries past. once inside, the grandeur of the hotels interior took your breath away. crystal chandeliers sparkled from above, casting a warm glow upon the polished marble floors. plush carpets led the way to rooms adorned with antique furnishings, adding an air of timelessness to the ambiance.

as you made your way to your room, hand in hand, matthews gentle voice chimed in, “are you feeling alright, love? you look a bit tired.”

you smiled at his concern, “im perfectly fine, just a little travel-weary. but being here with you makes everything better.” his eyes softened, “well, i want to make sure you have the best time. let me take care of everything.”

inside your charming room, the walls were painted in hues of lavender and cream, the scent of fresh flowers wafting through the air. the ornate curtains billowed gently as a soft breeze danced in from the open balcony, revealing a breathtaking view of the moon-kissed hills.

your boyfriend seemed to take a moment to ensure everything was in order before he spoke, “the balcony is lovely, but promise me you won't stay out there for too long. the evening air can be chilly, and i wouldn't want you catching a cold.”

you chuckled, touched by his protective nature, “i promise, i won't stay out for too long.”

with a satisfied nod, matthew ushered you to the sumptuous bed adorned with silken sheets and plush pillows. “rest for a while, my love. ill call the front desk to make sure everything is perfect.”

as you settled down, matthew spoke into the telephone, his voice gentle yet assertive, ensuring the hotel staff addressed your every need. you couldn't help but feel touched by his dedication to making your stay exceptional. once he hung up, he sat by your side, gently stroking your hair, “you know, i can't stop worrying about you. you mean the world to me, and i just want to keep you safe.”

your heart melted, feeling the depth of his love in those words, “i know, matthew, and i appreciate it more than i can express. but im here with you, and that's all i need to feel safe and happy.”

the evening unfolded with the two of you exploring the charming town hand in hand, visiting local cafes, and indulging in sweet treats. your boyfriends watchful eye remained, making sure you didn't miss any step on the street stairs or protecting you from the slightest drizzle that threatened to dampen your spirits.

as the night deepened, you returned to the hotel, its facade now glowing with golden lights, and the stars above sprinkled like diamonds on a velvet canvas. inside, you found yourselves in a cozy corner of the hotel's restaurant, sharing laughter, love, and delicious food.

over a candlelit dinner, you teased, “you know, i think you'd make an excellent guardian angel. always watching out for me.”

matthew, his eyes shimmering with warmth, “maybe i was in a past life. but in this one, im just a man who cherishes you more than anything.”

as the night wore on, you returned to your room, your hearts full of love and contentment. matthew tenderly wrapped his arms around you, whispering in your ear, “sweet dreams, my love.”

withh a kiss on your forehead, he settled beside you, his presence like a warm embrace, and together, you drifted into a blissful slumber, safe in the knowledge that love had brought you to this magical place, where the world seemed to revolve solely around the two of you.

// 김 taerae.

yours and taeraes kitchen was a charming amalgamation of rustic charm and modern convenience. the scent of freshly cut herbs and simmering spices wafted through the air, mingling harmoniously with the laughter and whispers shared between you and him. with aprons adorned and utensils in hand, you stood side by side, ready to embark on a culinary adventure together.

taeraes eyes sparkled like stars as he gazed at you, his beloved. “are you sure youre okay handling that knife, sweetheart?” he asked, concern evident in his voice.

you grinned, playfully winking at him. “oh, come on, taerae! ive chopped vegetables a thousand times before. ive got this!”

your boyfriend nodded hesitantly, a small frown dancing across his forehead. he couldn't help but be captivated by your confident spirit, yet a hint of protectiveness lingered within him. “alright, just be careful, my precious one. i wouldn't bear to see a single scratch on your delicate fingers.”

your heart fluttered at his endearing words, and you chuckled softly. “i promise, ill be extra careful.” with a swift motion, you deftly chopped the vegetables, relishing the musical sound of the knife rhythmically meeting the cutting board.

as the culinary symphony progressed, taerae remained ever-vigilant, subtly ensuring your safety. when you reached for a heavy pot on the top shelf, he gently intercepted your hand. “allow me, honey. i wouldn't want you to strain yourself.”

his tender touch sent shivers of warmth through your being, and you willingly let him assist, though not without a playful eye-roll and a teasing remark. “you know, taerae, im not made of glass. i can handle a pot.”

he laughed, placing the pot gently on the stove. “i know, but its my duty to look after you, isnt it?”

with an affectionate smile, you agreed, recognizing the depth of his love and how it manifested in this unintentional overprotectiveness. it was endearing, reassuring, and a constant reminder of how cherished you were in his heart.

the cooking continued, and the kitchen turned into an artistic battlefield of spices and flavors. your culinary skills were undeniable, and your boyfriend admired your prowess with each passing moment. nevertheless, whenever the stove emitted a slight hiss, he was instantly by your side, ready to tame the flames.

“ive got this, taerae,” you insisted, gently nudging him away from the stove. he smirked, feigning reluctance. “alright, but im just a heartbeat away if you need me.”

in the midst of this kitchen dance, the forest outside embraced the cottage with a sense of wonder. fireflies started to light up the darkening landscape, creating an enchanting spectacle that only added to the magic of the evening.

as the aroma of your culinary masterpiece filled the air, you and taerae set the table together, hand in hand. the meal was a reflection of your love - a fusion of flavors and textures that complemented each other, just as you did.

with candles flickering and soft music playing in the background, you sat down to savor the fruit of your labor. taeraes eyes never left you, a soft smile curving his lips. “you truly are amazing, sweetheart. not only in the kitchen but in every aspect of life.” you blushed, feeling a surge of warmth and gratitude for his unwavering support.

as the moon ascended into the starry night sky, you and taerae shared a meal filled with love and laughter, with playful banters and tender gestures, enjoying each others company.

// 리키 ricky.

amidst the bustling symphony of shoppers, the mall stood like a grand emporium of desires, filled with endless racks of clothes and vibrant storefronts that beckoned for exploration. the air was alive with the aroma of freshly cooked dishes from the nearby restaurants, and the sound of laughter and conversations painted a picturesque scene.

you and ricky walked through the labyrinthine passages of fashion, your eyes bright with the promise of finding the perfect outfit. your smile radiated happiness, and ricky couldn't help but feel a surge of affection every time he glanced at you.

“i really love this dress,” you said, holding up a flowing, floral-printed creation that seemed to mirror the vibrant scenery around you.

“its beautiful, just like you,” your boyfriend replied with a warm grin, but he couldn't help noticing the other shoppers glancing your way. his overprotective instincts started to kick in, and he couldn't help but cast wary glances at anyone who dared to look too long.

as you continued browsing, ricky was like a silent sentinel, ever-watchful of your surroundings. whenever you stopped to admire an item, he would discreetly stand between you and the crowd, as if forming an invisible barrier to protect you from the curious eyes of strangers.

“you know, ricky," you chuckled playfully, “its sweet how you always have my back, but i promise i can handle myself in a mall.”

“i know, i know,” he replied sheepishly, a faint blush tinting his cheeks. “i just can't help it. youre the most precious thing in my life, and i want to keep you safe.”

your heart melted at his sincerity, but you couldn't resist teasing him a bit. “do you think the mannequins are checking me out too? should i be worried about them stealing your thunder?” your boyfriend chuckled, realizing he might have been a bit too vigilant. “alright, alright, maybe i got carried away. but you gotta admit, they can't hold a candle to you.”

with laughter in your eyes, you took his arm and led him towards the accessories section. as you tried on various hats and sunglasses, rickys eyes never left your face. he couldn't help but marvel at how effortlessly you could turn anything into a fashion statement.

“you have a knack for making everything look good," he complimented, his admiration evident in his voice.

“flattery will get you everywhere,” you teased, trying on a wide-brimmed sun hat that made him grin.

as you continued your playful banter, rickys watchful nature relaxed slightly, realizing that you were indeed capable of navigating the mall without him acting like your personal bodyguard.

however, as you moved towards the changing rooms, he instinctively waited nearby, a mix of concern and bashfulness on his face. “ill be just here if you need anything,” he murmured.

“thanks, ricky,” you said, touched by his thoughtfulness. “i promise ill call you in if i need a fashion consultation.”

he chuckled and nodded, still staying within earshot as you ventured into the changing rooms. the moments you spent trying on different outfits turned into a little fashion show for him as you emerged with each new look.

your boyfriend felt like the luckiest person in the world. your beauty, inside and out, never ceased to amaze him. he was grateful for every second spent with you, and his overprotective tendencies stemmed from a deep love and care he held for you.

as the day wore on and the sun began to dip towards the horizon, you finally settled on a few outfits that made you feel fabulous. with your arms full of shopping bags, you and ricky made your way towards the mall's exit.

the golden colors of the evening sun spilled across the vast parking lot, casting a warm glow over the scene. ricky slipped his arm around your waist, pulling you close, as if to shield you from the world outside. “youre my safe haven, you know,” he murmured, his voice tinged with both vulnerability and affection.

“and you're mine,” you whispered back, resting your head against his shoulder.

hand in hand, you walked towards the car, feeling the gentle breeze carry the remnants of a perfect day, as the mall faded into the background.

// 김 gyuvin.

you and gyuvin entered a realm of pixelated dreams and flashing screens, where gamers from all walks of life converged to test their skills and indulge in the digital realm.

amidst the vivid cacophony, gyuvins eyes sparkled with anticipation as he guided you through the sea of arcade machines. his hand gently held yours, his touch providing a sense of security and warmth.

the arcade was a whimsical wonderland, an eclectic mix of bright colors and hypnotic sounds. the air hummed with the fervor of competitive spirits, mingling with the melodies of retro game soundtracks. rows upon rows of games lined the walls, enticing players with promises of adventure and victory.

as you navigated the arcade, your boyfriends overprotective tendencies began to reveal themselves, like a well-intentioned shield guarding you from harm. it started innocently enough, as he subtly positioned himself between you and the rowdy crowd, his protective instinct palpable.

you approached a claw machine, adorned with plush toys of all shapes and sizes, their beady eyes seemingly begging to be won. gyuvin stepped forward, his eyes narrowing in determination. “ill get you a prize,” he declared, his voice brimming with confidence.

his fingers deftly slipped a coin into the machine, and the claw descended with calculated precision. it hovered above a plush teddy bear, seemingly teetering on the brink of capture. with bated breath, you watched as the claw tightened its grip, only to falter at the last moment. gyuvins face contorted into a mix of frustration and determination.

“don't worry,” he reassured you, his voice tinged with determination. “ill get it next time. no plush toy can resist my skill!”

you giggled at his conviction, the corners of your lips curling into an affectionate smile. his unwavering determination was endearing, even in the face of a claw machine defeat. as he fed another coin into the machine, you marveled at the way his eyes never left the prize, his focus unyielding.

but as the night progressed, gyuvins protectiveness took on a more pronounced form. each time a stranger bumped into you, he would instinctively tense, his grip on your hand tightening just a fraction. he cast a watchful eye on anyone who approached, ready to intervene if he sensed any potential harm.

as you played a racing game, maneuvering through virtual landscapes with lightning speed, your boyfriend stood by your side, cheering you on with infectious enthusiasm. “youve got this!” he exclaimed, his voice filled with genuine pride. “show them what you're made of!”

yet, even in the midst of his unwavering support, gyuvin couldn't help but fret over your well-being. he would lean in close, his words filled with concern. “be careful on those sharp turns, love. i don't want you to hurt yourself.”

you found his overprotectiveness endearing. his genuine concern for your safety and happiness was a testament of his love. it wasn't about doubting your abilities, but rather an overwhelming desire to shield you from any potential harm, no matter how trivial.

as the night drew to a close, you found yourselves in front of a multiplayer game. it was a shooting game, where players donned virtual reality headsets and battled enemies in a thrilling sci-fi universe. gyuvin, ever the knight in shining armor, insisted on being your partner.

he held your hand tightly as you both entered the virtual realm, the weight of the headsets creating an immersive world around you. together, you fought side by side, taking down hordes of virtual enemies with unmatched teamwork and precision.

in this alternate reality, his protectiveness took on a new meaning. he covered your back, alerting you to incoming threats and shielding you from virtual harm. he whispered words of encouragement into your ear, his voice a soothing melody amidst the chaos.

“you're doing amazing, love,” he murmured, his voice barely audible over the sounds of gunfire. “ive got you. no one can touch you while im here.”

as the last enemy fell, you both removed your headsets, the virtual world fading away to reveal the dimly lit arcade once more. gyuvins eyes met yours, a softness in his gaze that melted your heart. “thank you for being by my side, gyuvin,” you whispered, your voice filled with genuine gratitude.

he smiled, his love shining through his eyes. “always, my love. ill protect you in the arcade and beyond. youre my greatest treasure.”

// 박 gunwook.

the cerulean hues of the sun-kissed sky, the swimming pool gleamed like a sapphire gem nestled in the embrace of a lush, vibrant garden. tropical flora swayed gently in the balmy breeze, casting playful shadows upon the glistening waters. you stood at the pools edge, the cool tiles soothing beneath your bare feet. your boyfriend, gunwook, exuded an aura of gentle strength, his tall frame casting a protective shadow over you.

as you dipped your toes into the pool, a mischievous grin spread across your face. gunwook couldn't resist the opportunity to join you. with a joyful leap, he cannonballed into the water, causing a cascade of sparkling droplets to dance around him. emerging from the depths, he shook his hair, sending water droplets flying like tiny diamonds in the sunlit air.

“hey there, fearless water nymph,” he chuckled, his eyes warm with adoration. “you ready to dive into some aquatic adventures?”

“oh, absolutely,” you replied, mirroring his infectious enthusiasm. “ive been looking forward to this all week!”

gunwook couldn't help but chuckle as he watched you wade into the water with a carefree spirit. as you ventured deeper, he swam alongside you, ensuring you were safe at every step.

“don't go too far, okay?” he said, his voice gentle yet filled with concern.

you playfully rolled your eyes. “don't worry, gunwook. ive got this! im an excellent swimmer, you know.” his eyes sparkled with tenderness. “i know you are, but you can never be too careful. besides, i just want to make sure you're always within my reach.”

with every stroke, he swam closer, keeping a watchful eye on you. it wasn't that he didn't trust your abilities; it was simply his nature to be protective. his heart swelled with love and admiration for you, and he couldn't help but feel a primal urge to shield you from any harm that might dare approach.

as you ventured toward the deeper end of the pool, the water embraced you like a second skin, its gentle caress sending shivers of delight up your spine. gunwook, ever the watchful guardian, kept pace, making sure the depths didn't overwhelm you.

“gunwook, i promise ill be careful,” you assured him, flashing a cheeky grin. “you don't have to worry so much!”

“i just can't help it, sweetheart,” he replied, his voice soft, yet earnest. The sweetness of his words tugged at your heartstrings, making you feel cherished and protected. It was a precious feeling, knowing someone cared for you so deeply.

as the sun reached its zenith, the pool became a haven of playful splashes and laughter. you and your boyfriend engaged in water battles, each splash and giggle echoing through the vibrant scenery.

but as the day wore on, you noticed a small shadow of fatigue tugging at gunwooks features. concerned, you swam up to him. “hey, are you okay?” you asked, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder.

he nodded, managing a tired smile. “im fine, just a little exhausted. but seeing you happy makes it all worthwhile.”

in that moment, you understood the depth of his love and devotion. he was there for you, supporting and protecting, even when he felt drained himself.

“lets take a break,” you suggested. “we can relax on the poolside, enjoy the sun, and maybe ill even give you a nice massage.”

his eyes brightened at the prospect, and you swam back to the pool's edge, both of you basking in the tranquil oasis you had created together.

as you reclined on the sun-drenched tiles, gunwook by your side, you couldn't help but feel grateful for his unintentional overprotectiveness. sometimes it might seem like hes too much, but he just loves you.

// 한 yujin.

as the sun rose on a warm summer morning, painting the skies in shades of pink and gold, you and yujin walked hand in hand towards the school, your backpacks slung over your shoulders, and hearts beating in sync. the air was filled with the scent of fresh grass and the promise of new adventures.

“yujin, it's such a beautiful day, isn't it?” you remarked, your eyes sparkling with delight.

“indeed it is, angel," yujin replied, his gaze never leaving you, a smile playing on his lips. “but let me walk on the side closer to the road, just to make sure you're safe.”

you giggled at his protectiveness, “oh, you worry too much! ill be fine.”

as you reached the school gates, your boyfriends overprotective nature seemed to intensify. he carefully scanned the surroundings, making sure there were no potential hazards in your path.

“yujin, seriously, ive been coming to this school for years. i know my way around,” you teased, trying to ease his worries.

“i know, i know,” he chuckled, “but i just want to keep you safe. its like a reflex.”

inside the school, the atmosphere was abuzz with energy and excitement. students hurried to their classes, and laughter reverberated through the hallways. yujins eyes darted from person to person, ever-watchful.

“have you ever considered being a personal bodyguard?” you giggled, leaning closer to him. “you seem quite skilled at looking out for people.”

yujins cheeks flushed slightly, “well, i guess i just care about you a lot.”

as the day progressed, you couldn't help but notice how your boyfriend seemed to be on high alert at all times. whenever someone came too close or even looked in your direction for a little longer than usual, he'd instinctively step forward, shielding you from their view.

in the cafeteria, he diligently checked the labels on the food to ensure you wouldn't accidentally eat something you were allergic to. during class, he discreetly passed you a sweater when he noticed you shivering, even though the weather was warm outside.

the schools garden was your favorite spot, a hidden paradise where natures beauty embraced you. yujins protective nature reached its peak here. he carefully brushed away any stray flowers from the bench before letting you sit, worried that they might be uncomfortable. he even stood between you and a playful squirrel, fearing it might bite.

“yujin, the squirrel is just curious, it won't hurt me,” you said, giggling at his antics.

“i know, but id rather be safe than sorry,” he replied with a sheepish grin.

time seemed to fly in each other's company, and as the sun began its descent, you both strolled back towards the school gates. yujins steps were a tad slower, his eyes heavy with a mix of fatigue and contentment.

“thank you for taking care of me all day, yujin. you really are my knight in shining armor," you said with a soft laugh.

he blushed, his heart swelling with love, “ill always be here to protect you, no matter what. its just in my nature.”

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sukunasun · 1 year

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Halloween is over but what are your thoughts on ghostface jjk man x chubby reader? 👀

tw dub-con / knifeplay

its more than just being the final girl—watching you behind a cheap mask he's bought. for hours, for days, over the course of long, long, months. hiding in dark corners, and hidden spaces—the things he's planned aren't to be wasted on some brutal, violent death. stabbing and slashing. because as you lay on soft pillows and pressed sheets, curves and folds on display, so oblivious, so unassuming...he's dying to sink more than just a knife into all that flesh.

not to hurt you of course, but what is he to do when he's got killer instinct and your body was made to be held, fondled....claimed. there's only so much a man can resist.

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when geto asks "what are you wearing?" over the phone, his words hold some amusement to them, mocking. almost like he knows you're scared. yet somewhat ...mellow, trusting...and so hot it flays you, a heat traveling low and dipping in your stomach, fear and arousal jumbled up in one, searing in your belly.

your breath hitches at the sound of his muffled laugh crackling through the speaker. you could just indulge yourself in this little game he plays, no harm would ever come to you. this way, you could ignore the insecurities and the nerves. relish in anonymity. and every second you keep him waiting to expose you for the depraved thing that you are, getting wet and drooly over a stranger, a dark, mysterious, and very sexy stranger, you realize how pathetic, how cliched you're being. "i can hear how turned on you are..." he's so right it's embarrassing.

when he's looming above you the next day, there's no time wasted. he angles your toy against a sensitive spot and you feel it nudge and grind deep inside, keeps sliding it up and down your folds, "that's it, feel that? you should see how wet you are," your shaky thighs spread open, pussy sticky and gleaming with cum, so slick, so slippery, every pass of the toy on your slit jolting you closer to release.

"you don't want to kill me..." you say in a daze. turning your head to the side, you moan into the sheets, it's too much, your ghost caller watching you, playing with you, withholding and keeping you from reaching your peak. you know the things he could do...there's no need to see his face or learn his name to realise he's a little bit of a bully like that. teasing you, edging you, that you'd only come by his hand. beautiful gloved hands that are larger than two of yours put together.

"and why is that?" geto coos, wanting to wrap a fist around your exposed neck, untouched and unmarred, just waiting to be marked. you wish to tell him that you'd do anything, pleading for your life, but that coil in your stomach twists, adrenaline egging you on, allowing you to be a little bolder, "you need me...don't you? you need me to be yours," you whimper out the challenge. fingers reaching up to hook in between his mask and face, bringing him closer to you, before you press a kiss to where his mouth would be. feeling only hard plastic and his hot, sighing breaths underneath.

you see his shoulders tense, your toy dropping to the side of the bed, forgotten and whirring. he's left so stunned. and it's this that you earn—his lips barely forming a reply, no sly smirks or subtle jabs to your pride, just the sound of his ragged breaths that fill the room and the slick, measured pumps of his fist over his cock, thumb spreading the fluid that leaks, drools, literally pools over your stomach—"you have no fucking idea..." he groans, his resolve vanishing, his smugness stripped away the more you moan for him, why do you tease him so. these hairline cracks you'd spotted and split right down the middle with merely a gentle touch at where he's the weakest...geto's only so strong, frustrated at his own need for your willingness, your eager soft hands that trail up and down his biceps. who dares to pet a wild animal, reaching out without fear of getting trapped in sharp jaws.

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sukuna's not as weak. he's been on the hunt for years, trying to curb his appetite for murder with whatever nameless faces he deemed uninteresting, had them piled up and ready to be disposed of without so much as another glance. he's bored...terribly so, and starving, salivating, for the perfect kill. only now he thinks otherwise when a newfound purpose reveals itself in the shape of you.

if only you'd been careful, if only you'd been cautious. maybe then, you wouldn't be pinned below the stranger in a mask, the cold edge of his knife perched against the jugular as your jaw starts to bruise from his tight grasp. "im keeping you," he merely states, "you're gonna be mine forever, you hear me?" he start kissing the side of your face, sloppily, messily. you don't see his face but you imagine he'd look like a monster, with sharp teeth and a hundred eyes, maybe four or six hands the way he's gripping and touching you everywhere, trying to get his fill of you. his cock thick and large and splitting you in half, almost as if he had two.

"you don't have to do this," you sob, feeling another orgasm rock through you. you squeeze down on him, your slick coating everywhere. oh you smell like sweat and fear and he doesn't care one bit that tears stream down your face, swollen lips trembling. a face pressed into the pillows that bear a muddled expression.

under the weight of his hulking body from above, you know there's no way of escaping his clutches, your moans turn guttural, "i can't, it's too much..." you whine, hands coming up to push him away, to clutch at his chest behind you, tapping out from the overstimulation. he's rubbing against a spot so sensitive, pounding right into it. you think you'd go crazy, "please...i've been good..." you whine, voice pitching into a drawn-out moan, "been so good for you," pleading and pleading. you don't think it was the best choice of words, but in the haze of pleasure, you could only persuade him with obedience. with submission.

it does nothing to deter him from his ministrations, chuckling at the way your voice breaks, the way you look a mess, coming undone and staining your sheets, the thin line of blood dribbling from your neck. "just one more yeah?" he coos, "i know...i know it feels good, you're starting to fall in love with it aren't you?" he starts going faster, building to his climax, and you gasp in surprise when he shifts his position to collapse onto your back. his arms hugging you around the middle as he continues to jerk his hips erratically.

you don't say anything in return, but you do give in...teeth biting down on your pillow the moment your orgasm hits you, legs shaking and his spurting dick lodged deep inside you.

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gojo's completely obsessed. and you don't notice it at first because his personality covers up most of his hidden intentions, concealing that part of him that's been following your every move, trailing after you and waiting for a moment to strike...he gets personal because satoru's always been like that, needy, clingy, and he knows there's no need for the mask, you'd know it was him, but he likes it that way. relishes the moment you grapple with feeling betrayed by a man you trusted. says it's your fault really for being way too closed-minded. "what was it you said? that i wouldn't be into big girls?" he laughs, sounding crazed, frenzied.

"i thought you knew me better..." he tuts, keeps his hands busy in the meantime by wrapping rope around your wrists, weaving it across your tits, crisscrossing down your stomach, and circling around your thick thighs. his fingers knot and loop the bright red rope with practiced ease, making a pattern across your body with just the right amount of tension, just enough that it wouldn't cut into your skin...but he makes no promises.

stepping back, he tugs at the base of his rig above you, just for precaution, but he knows you'll stay right where you are for however long he wants. no, you're not gonna fall, he knows that's what you're thinking about despite it having to be the last of your priorities.

"look at you..." he marvels at his handiwork. your legs spread for him, feet dangling and having no leverage. with arms tied behind your back, he gets to see how lovely your tits look when spilling from beneath the rope, although...he'd say the best part is seeing his blindfold tied around your mouth as a makeshift gag.

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and choso's just...sweet isn't he..so keen, so restless. he promises he won't hurt you, he just wants a taste, to know what it feels like. and you'd dare him to but he's not made to kill and he knows it. it's why his knife stays loose and forgotten in his hand when he greets the sight of you behind a door left ajar.

the creaking hinge, his heavy boots, and the harsh pull of his breaths are all enough to send goosebumps rising. slow and measured, his feet come to a halt at the foot of your bed. he thinks you did it on purpose. doors and windows left unlocked and your curtains so sheer it's no wonder he's made to be an audience to your little peep shows every night. "you knew i've been watching you..." he whispers, realization hits—and surprisingly, you think you hear the petulance in his voice, like he was pouting. actually pouting.

and you see it first when he takes off the mask. face awestruck from watching you lay back, your eyes meeting his stare from between the swell of your breasts, your tummy, suddenly his face has a lot more life in it, dark circles meeting the reddening edge of his blushing cheek, pale lips wet and drooling, his tongue slipping past, inching closer. "please....please," is such a lovely sound when it slips past them, frenzied and feverish, words he can barely get a hold of before you feel it curling around your bones, wheedling its way into your heart, and squeezing tight. wanting to give in to the man who creeps from afar, who can't stop following and tracing your every move.

your eyes roll back when your folds part under the wet muscle, warm and slick. and it's not a secret by now that you're not as shy as you seem to be. he's mesmerized, transfixed. is this the same woman he's been spying on...always keeping to herself, getting her life together, with prim and proper clothing and a nine-to-five job...now wrapped in nothing but moonlight and presenting yourself to him, legs spreading to reveal the wet that sticks to your folds, hardening nub that twitches at your touch, at the circles and gentle flicks against your clit. your eyes stay fixed on his, wordlessly giving him permission almost as if you've been waiting for him. he wonders if it's just as long as he's been wanting you.

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lizziesfirstwife · 2 years

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Don't worry

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Harrington!reader

Summary: In which Eddie just couldn't help but take his girl home for the first time.

Warnings: fluff, horny Eddie, slight make out session, his uncle being a jumpscare, curse words, suggestive tones and talk about sex

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"You sure this isn't a problem?"

The rain was pounding on the windows of his van, making it the second time you asked him. His windshield wipers were fighting for their lives, and you were wondering how long that car hadn't been at the shop.

Apparently he heard you very well, but was (thankfully) very focused on the somewhat slippery road, hence the low hum that escaped his throat.

You leaned back into your seat, gripping the hem of your skirt tightly, soaking wet as it was, it clung to your thighs by itself.

You probably shouldn't have trusted the meteorologists, should have put on the new pair of trousers that were so trendy right now, but your mum brought you a skirt from the shops, and who were you when the weather was supposed to be sunny, to not wear it?

Normally you would have taken the bus home, but the bus driver refused to chauffeur children in the storm. Your parents and brother weren't home either to pick you up, and you conviently forgot your keys on your nightstand this morning.

It's not that you hated being driven to Eddie Munsons trailer, hell, he's been your boyfriend for 2 months now. You've just never been at any boy's house other than Dustin Hendersons for babysitting before.

"Oh, if you're worried about Uncle Wayne, he's really nice, should be taking his nap in the living room right now", Eddie tried calming you down after seeing the thoughtful look on your face.

He hated when you made that face. It either meant you were going to snap at him about the stupidest thing ever, or tears were about to roll down your face.

"Hey hey hey, don't worry now, I still have pizza in the fridge from yesterday, and I'm sure we have some bad romance movies you can pick from, doesn't that sound good?"

You sighed, turning your head in his direction.

"I just don't know, never been at a boys house before, don't want to mess anything up", you finally confessed.

But Eddie wasn't comforting you, no, he was laughing now.

"Hey, what's so funny about me worrying?", you inquired almost defensively.

What a dick.

Eddie shook his head.

"It's just funny sweetheart, 'cause you know, it really isn't even a house if you're-"

"Oh shut up."

"I mean-", he started with a sly grin.

"Eddie.."

"Just saying."

"You may step out of the car now, your Majesty."

You stopped trying to free yourself from that damn seat belt, and let him tinker with it for a moment until it came loose.

The few steps to his trailer door felt like an eternity, more so when you felt his reassuring hand on your back.

Your eyes caught him turning the doorknob, his uncle never locked the door when he was home during the day.

The door opened and you went in after Eddie, his hand intertwined with yours.

His trailer was...cozy. Several childhood pictures of Eddie caught your eye. Many of them were pictures made from stupid school photographers, who obviously didn't pay attention to what their students wore.

Eddie caught you staring at one particular picture, and came to a stop beside you, scratching his neck.

"Ah yes, freshman year. Wayne was so proud of me passing the grade, and finally getting into high school, that he bought me a tux for the photoshoot", he recalled the memory, involuntarily making you smile.

Other pictures showed him as a toddler, a few even as a baby, but he tugged you away to the living room, so you made a mental note to yourself to let it be for the moment.

"Looks like we have this beautiful home all to ourselves", he exclaimed before letting himself fall onto the couch, immediately pulling you on his lap with the movement.

The TV was on, which was odd given that there seemed to be no one home but you two, but Eddie had mentioned several times that his uncle could be forgetful.

You turned your head so you could look into his eyes.

"What 'ya mean by that now?"

Eddie just shrugged, his left hand around your belly, but his right hand drawing small circles on your hip, which was exposed due to the fact that your skirt rode up.

Goosebumps erupted on your skin, the cunning smile he flashed at you making you aware that he was very much in the know of your body's reaction to his touch.

Eddie pouted, but you just shook your head.

"M' not gonna fuck with you."

His hand on your hip halted to a stop, before sliding down slightly to your thigh.

"Not even a little...you know? Wayne just got me those cool soundproof wall attachments, so I can play with my guitar when he's home", he stated whilst gently scratching his fingernails against your soft skin.

He leaned down to your ear, you could have sworn you felt him smirk. A soft sigh escaped your lips when he placed a kiss right below your earlobe, which made him grab your belly tighter to his torso.

You tried to shake your head, but it rather turned out to tilting it to the side, giving him wider access to your neck.

Oh how he loved your neck. He could suck at it till his death, marking you up as his, all beautiful. Showing your brother that you weren't as innocent as you always acted, having him be furious when seeing the hickeys on your neck.

"But I'm sure it's not only good for playing with my guitar..."

A loud bang on the floor behind you startled you, immediately looking over Eddie's shoulder.

To say Uncle Wayne looked startled when he walked back into the living room, with you basically grinding down on his nephews crotch, was an understatement. His coffee now on the ground.

Hell, he wasn't even sure if Eddie ever held hands with a girl, how would he even know, it's not like he ever brought a girl home.

He quickly turned around and looked out the living room window.

"Uh, so, boy, just wanted to say that I have this day shift today, so I actually have to...go now. Would be very nice if you clean the coffee away...later on."

You heard cupboards closing, and the smell of coffee now hit your nose.

"Bathroom, second cupboard", he murmured, before making his way to the front door.

The last thing you heard was the door slamming shut behind you and a car engine starting outside.

Eddie let out a small laugh, quickly stopped though when he saw the glare on your face.

"I hate you, y'know? Don't even want to know what's in the second cupboard."

But Eddie just continued to grin, letting his left hand wander under your blouse.

"You don't?"

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mugiwara-rosewolf · 1 year

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Hello, I just discovered your blog via one of your writings, I really love your style ♥

I confess that I never think of sabo with a blind eye. It seems to me that in the anime he has his two eyes.

I thought of an idea: how would Sabo react who, because of the flames, lost an eye to a blind reader. Poor thing, she can't see the beauty of Sabo 😢. The reader is female, with remance. Sabo would be insecure about his scar but would try to get over it so at least the reader can know what he looks like when she touches him.

Have a nice day ♥

Hello! I’m so glad to hear that you’ve enjoyed my writings! Though, I have to be honest, a lot of my headcanons about Sabo’s injuries come from binging @theprodigypenguin ‘s works on AO3 when I first joined the fandom. If you’re looking for deep diving fics about Sabo’s character, I’d highly recommend them!

That said, I absolutely adore this prompt and would love to give it a shot. —Hope You Enjoy!

Love is Blind

Sabo x F!Reader

Note: Reader has color vision & acuity to see shapes, so they are technically classified as having “low vision” as opposed to “total blindness” (aka no light perception)

"Alright, the mission is simple," Koala reminded him. "Infiltrate the engagement, gain entrance to the host nobleman's office, swipe the records and get out. We need to be outta sight by dawn, alright?"

"Ah~ good ole breaking and entering," Sabo grinned. “Just like old times.”

"No, no breaking-" the woman spy snagged his cheek before he could stop her. "Hack was clear about our orders. That means no making trouble for the boss, you understand?"

"Okay, okay, ow-ow!" Sabo swatted her hand away, even knowing that scarred flesh wouldn't bruise. "That was one time, alright? I know what I'm doing."

"Do you?"

She didn't need to be on his good side for Sabo to know the look she was giving him. That droll side-eye and incredulous brow she had, like he was a child who’d spilled food down his front. Making messes that she always had to clean up. Or so she said. Sabo shook his head with a hand on his chest. "Come now, don’t you trust your own partner in crime?"

"I don't know, should I?"

"...touché.”

***

The light of her father's chandeliers hung above them, casting the space into a twilight glow. Silhouettes like over-large dust mites blurred slowly in circles as the orchestra strung together one waltz after another. Perhaps it'd be a crime to say - but Y/N would rather be out in the pitch dark of the garden than be a withering wallflower in this ballroom.

She knows it's a ballroom because the piano echoes in her ears, low notes reverberating in her chest just as much as if she were leaning against the instrument herself. The cellos of the string section strike a similar chord into the vibrating floors beneath her slippers. A lifetime of thin-soled shoes helped distinguish warm wood panels from the cold, slippery marble her mother loved to decorate the entryway and balconies. All those outward-facing places where their wealth-sighted guests could gawk and admire their purported majesty.

Occasionally, a confection of colour would flash past, jerking her back from her reverie. Coarse crinoline would rub between her fingers. A passing maid would scold her with a tap on the shoulder. The universal whisper of 'stop fidgeting' or 'stop staring' always caught her ear.

Y/N ran a tongue over her teeth. As if the voices in this cavernous space weren't living for the pageantry of being seen and gawked at in one way or another. All this fuss over mounds of crinkly fabric and gnarly colognes. What did they care if her sightless gaze was -There are only so many times one can pretend to scan the room between one feels like they're adrift at sea in a dense fog. It was hard not to get seasick at the feeling.

A hand on her shoulder. A warm, nimble-fingered phantom that lingered only milliseconds before-

"Excuse me, miss?"

Y/N turned to the sound of the voice. Following a rail-thin line of bruising shadows until a shock of pale…everything halted her gaze. Is that the face? Gods, I hope that’s the face and not some obnoxious- “Yes? Can I help you?”

“Ah, pardon,” the -presumably male- voice said, retracting his hand as if he’d touched a hot iron. Something inside her wilted. “This’ll sound strange but,” cloth shuffled, somewhere around the joint between pale and dark. “Could you direct me to the nearest restroom?”

“The restroom?”

“Yea.”

“The men’s…restroom.”

“Yes.”

“Well you were right about sounding strange,” Y/N quipped. Resolute and unbothered, Y/N rose from her seat and offered an arm towards the figure. “It’ll be easier if we walk there.”

“If we…walk?”

“Yes, then I can guide you.”

“But can’t you just-"

“No, I’m afraid I’m quite terrible at giving directions,” at least in the way others understand them. Y/N jerked her elbow out for emphasis. “Well? Is your bladder about to burst, or what?”

If her mother was in earshot, she’d surely earned herself a smack upside the head. But in the midst of a public soirée, no one could do a thing. To her surprise, the stranger didn’t choke in shock or stammer in flustered offence.

Instead, the man…laughed. He bloody snorted. The sound was muffled, as if he too were hiding behind a cupped hand. But the sound was unmistakable. Laughter was so rare here….

“Pfft! You are certainly more brazen than I was expecting,” the man said.

“Oh? And does that trouble you, sir?”

Before Y/N could find another taunt on her lips, a velvet sleeve slid past her own. Hooking elbows to elbows like the links of fine jewellery. All words dried up. She could feel his breath lean close to her ear.

“-not in the slightest.”

Her stomach swooped. She quickly cleared her throat and set her chin towards the nearest black hole in the wall. “Very well then, this way.”

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All things considered, Sabo was feeling rather proud of himself. He had successfully infiltrated the event undetected. He'd found a viable excuse to escape the main throng and was now on his way to objective number two: find Mister What's-His-Face's office.

Only one obstacle stood between him and his next steps: the stowaway accomplice. Witty, direct and beautifully dressed, the woman marched down the halls of this obnoxiously coloured palace as if she owned it. Even then, he wasn't sure what possessed him to approach a party guest for an excuse instead of just wandering off on his own, as was his usual. But then again, Koala had already chewed him out for his last solo fiasco, so maybe it was a subconscious abundance of caution. Her grip was almost worse than his.

However, what he found most perplexing about the new variable in his plans - was that she still wouldn't look him in the eyes. Even when they first met, she resolutely stared at the crown of his head as she spoke, unblinking. Their entire trek had been deathly silent, save for the tread of slippers and boots on hard wooden floors. Then again, given how he could only see one side of her face at any given time...maybe there was a reason she refused to meet his gaze directly.

"Tell me something, miss," he decided on a whim.

"Something important, I assume?"

"Oh no, a trivial curiosity, I assure you."

"Then why bother with it in the first place?"

"For the fun of it," he shrugged. "And because I'm curious."

A heavy sigh. The first time he's seen the noblewoman close her eyes for an extended period of time. "Very well then, ask away."

"-Is there a reason you won't look me in the eye?" Her strides stalled. Both of them came to a stop in the middle of the hall. In front of a glorious painting, Sabo couldn't bring himself to attend. She didn't say anything at first. He offered a sympathetic if self-deprecating laugh for her benefit. "I'm not that atrocious to look at, am I?"

She tilted her head slightly. Turning her e/c gaze to some spot over his shoulder. "No. I wouldn't know. I can't tell what you look like."

"You-" That's when it clicked. The unblinking gaze, the thousand-yard star, the way she tilted her head at certain sounds, how careful her steps were amongst the ballroom crowds. "You're, bli-" His laughter caught him by such surprise he nearly choked.

"Yes, I - I beg your pardon?!"

The irony wracked his body so hard he couldn't stop. Shoulders shaking, stomach seizing, he just couldn't stop laughing: "Oh my-!" His scarred face hurt from the pinch of smiling so much. He wiped a stinging tear from his eye. "I just - it really is the blind leading the blind, isn't it?"

Her offended furrow fell slack. "I...beg your pardon?"

"I'm guessing you still have light perception, then. Eh?"

"You are being awfully casual about this."

"Well, why not?" Sabo shrugged. "I'm completely blind in one eye, figure as long as we're talking here, we may as well speak plainly about it."

"Hmph," Something like a twitch of a smile tugged at her cheek. "Well, now who's the brazen one?"

Sabo chuckled. Hiding his smile behind one hand, he leaned into the warmth of her arm and whispered: "I don't see why we both can't be bold, do you?"

The lady's own smile turned coy. "You're not really a gentleman, are you?"

"Not exclusively," he admitted with a grin. "Why? Do I make a bad impression?"

"The absolute worst," she said with a breathy laugh. "Our chain of islands is too small for me not to know the voices of most noblemen - and yet I've never heard anyone quite like you."

"And I you, my lady."

"You weren't really aiming for the restroom, were you?"

"Not really," Sabo shrugged. "Just needed an excuse to escape the crowds."

The woman chuckled. "You and I both, good sir."

"Sabo."

"What?"

"Sabo. That's what my friends call me."

Her smile grew, the cutest blush streaking across her cheeks. "Then I suppose you can call me Y/N, so long as we're among good company."

"Oh, you're in great company," Sabo assured, squeezing her arm against his side. "Now that we're free, we can go anywhere we want."

"Free..." her echoing whisper was like a spring breeze to his ears. "There's nothing more I've ever wanted to be."

Sabo grinned. Unwinding their arms just enough to dare and weave his hand with hers. "Then today's your lucky day, Y/N. Follow me?"

"Lead the way - Sabo."

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helaelaemond · 9 months

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50 Helaemond Kisses

day 10 - desperately

Aemond has Helaena in his arms, but her husband calls her back. NSFW.

1.1k words, mentions of non-con elements between Helaena/Aegon. Aemond is both possessive and possessed.

Aemond's voice is ragged. "Shit, don't stop!"

Helaena grabs his hand as she rides him and presses his hand to her breast. He grasps it eagerly and squeezes, rolling her nipple through his fingers. Yes, this is all he wants, all he needs. Sweet Helaena above him, taking control from him and giving them both what they need. Her backside presses down on his balls and he moans again, the slick from their joining making everything slippery and soft.

"Say my name," she sighs.

"Helaena! My Helaena!"

The sound of her name makes her smile, as does the claim he makes on it. "My Aemond," comes her breathless reply.

When she leans down over him, he surges up to meet her kiss. While his cock slides in and out of her cunt, his tongue does the same into her mouth. She tastes of salt and oranges, sweet and sharp, just like her lips. His thighs twitch when she bites his lip and tugs, her hand gentle but firm against his throat.

She pulls back and looks down at him with heavy eyes. She stills the movement of her hips over his for a moment. "You're so pretty."

Her praise is everything. He strains up to kiss her again, but she keeps him at bay. "I am?"

A slow smile spreads across her soft face. It's flushed, and her blush spreads all the way down to her breasts and up her ears. "You are."

"Tell me I'm yours."

She bites her lip and beams.

When she doesn't say it, he props himself up on his arms and almost begs. "Please, Lae. Say I'm yours."

With her gaze burning into his, she lifts her hips slightly and sinks back down. "But you know that I am."

His one good eye closes in bliss. His thighs twitch again, and his hips jerk up, and it forces a quiet moan from her. "Let me hear the words."

Her hand loosens on his jaw and both find their place on his shoulders for support, and she resumes her fast pace. His eye rolls back when she tilts herself to grind down against his pubic bone, and he can feel how hard her clit is.

"Tell me," he begs, eye opening to watch her. The sway of her breasts so close to his face, the tickle of her wavy hair on his skin, the obscene slapping of wet skin against wet skin, it's all beautiful to him. She knows how to take care of him. She loves to take care of him.

"Mine," she promises. She kisses his lips once, twice, and her hot breath mingles with his. "Aemond. You're all mine."

He groans and falls back onto the bed again. With his hands free again, he links their fingers together, and that feels to him more intimate than anything else. She is his, and he is hers, and no one shall claim the other now.

At least that's what he hopes.

The curtains of her four-poster bed are closed and hide them in their own little world. They don't keep out noise, though. One of Helaena's maids - the only one discreet enough to trust her with their secret - lets herself into the room and calls out, "princess?"

"Get out!" Aemond shouts angrily. "Don't stop, Lae. Yes, just like that, just like that."

"Forgive me, princess, but-"

"Out!" he commands again, and his voice cracks. His Lae smiles down at him before one particular thrust up from him makes her face split with a moan. "You take me so well! Yes, take what you need. Good girl."

The maid still hasn't left. The door hasn't opened and closed again, and so she must still be there. Perhaps if Aemond makes Helaena moan loud enough, she'll be so embarrassed she'll have to leave. And so he flips her suddenly and roughly onto her back and slides down the bed to bury his face between her legs. She chokes on a moan when he swiftly replaces his cock with his fingers in her cunt, two long digits that drive in and out and curl against her walls. He runs his nose through her wet lips and runs the tip around her clit, cartilage teasing hot flesh, before his mouth seals around it.

"Aem-!" she whines. Her legs press against his ears. Good. Her thighs are his favourite crown.

"My princess, your br- husband is on his way here." The maid sounds desperately uncomfortable.

Aemond freezes with his tongue flat against her split, and Helaena lets out a dry sob of frustration.

"Aegon?" she calls out. Her voice cracks on the name.

"Yes, princess."

Helaena touches Aemond's shoulder, and he sits up and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. Her taste fills his mouth and the world spins. He's drunk on her. He'll kill their brother.

"Drunk?" she asks.

"I believe so, yes."

Her breathing is laboured. She looks at Aemond, both of them sweaty and desperate for the other, and she closes the minimal distance between them with a searing, desperate kiss. "Stay here," she begs. "Hide under the bed."

"Lae-" His quiet protest is cut off by her thumb pressing into the tip of his cock, the nail carefully pressing his most sensitive spot. A quiet groan escapes him, and he nods. Within a moment, he has rolled off the bed and climbed onto the cold stone floor beneath it.

When Aegon stumbles into Helaena's bedchamber, his words are slurred. He asks why she's already undressed, and she just tells him it's so it can be over as quickly as possible. He snorts, and the bed above Aemond sinks slightly when Aegon climbs atop it. There's no loving words, no moans of passion. A part of him is glad that he has made Helaena so wet. It should make it easier.

Less than a minute passes, and Aegon spent with a muffled grunt.

Another minute passes, and the snoring begins. When Aemond slides out from under the bed and looks up, Helaena is watching him, waiting. She is smiling at him. She's glad he's there.

"Fuck me," she whispers. "Next to him."

Aemond's cock is still hard. When she spreads her legs, he sees the familiar glisten, and as she parts her folds for him, she is still flushed red.

"Did he-?"

"No." The answer makes her smile even wider. "He spent on my stomach. I already wiped him off. Come here, Aemond. Please?"

The idea of claiming her again next to her sleeping husband, their ill-fitting brother, should repulse him. But it doesn't. Aemond climbs back onto the bed and lies on his back again, and she finds her place on his cock. With their hands held, they take what is theirs. No one can come between them. Not ever.

Not for now.

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seung-scrittore · 2 years

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july 10th • p. sunghoon × gn ! reader

genre; [major angst, slight humour, fluff if you squint, best-friend!au, highschool!au] || warnings; [major character death, implications of drowning, slight abandonment, unrequited love] || wc; 1.9k || a/n; [this is my part for @parkmejeon004 's holiday romance collab ! it was meant to be released yesterday - but, i hope the fic suffices ^^]

two hours.

that was how long you’d been stuck in your extravagant hotel room. it was supposed to be a "fun" ski trip, something you and your classmates had planned for your senior trip, yet so far it was anything but. the lodge was rained-in and most of your friends were asleep— none of you expecting to get out on the slopes anytime soon thanks to the unexpected downpour.

feeling rather listless, you kept checking your phone for any new notifications, despite well-knowing that you had no reception.

the dim light of the screen in your hand lit your face a pale blue before you tossed it to the right of you. your phone case softly thudding against the still-made bedding.

quite frankly, it was getting really boring having to stare at your ceiling. you'd already tried everything to keep yourself busy; you'd paced around your room, flicked through the limited channels you had access to without proper internet in your room, even struck up a conversation with a nearby desk lamp.

if anything, it was ironic; you were stuck in a beautiful hotel and lodge, without being able to ski and thoroughly annoyed by the familiarity of the same room you'd been in for the last few hours.

knock knock

as if pulling you out of your thoughts, a clear rapping sounded at your door.

"room service! yoo-hoo!"

sighing, you made your way to the door, well knowing what, or rather - who, was waiting for you on the other side of the reinforced oak.

"yah, sunghoon," you couldn't even begin to explain how frustrated said man left you at times. especially now, as he stood there, clad in his sage green jacket and ivory skates— sans the blades, expecting you to believe his phony room service bit.

"hey," he seemed almost disappointed, pouting at you, "how'd you know it was me?"

"no actual employee would talk like that, you dork."

"hey! words hurt, you know?"

"yeah, yeah, what'd you want anyway?"

he scoffed, brushing the bangs out of his eyes with his middle and index fingers, "hm, if you don't want me here, i can go."

you were quick to refuse his offer, waving your hand laterally between the two of you.

"then get your skates on, we're going out."

to say you were nervous would be an understatement.

sunghoon had already promised to teach you to skate before this trip and despite the improbable circumstances, he was now upholding that promise. the rain had stopped, but the slopes were still off limits due to the slippery conditions, so it was just you and sunghoon outside of the lodge. he took you towards the edge of a group of snowy pines which bordered a large expanse of crystal-clear ice. the face of the ice had a few marks, yet for the most part, it was pristine and untouched. perfectly picturesque, almost too perfect.

sunghoon was smiling at you, he'd attached the blades to his skates before you left the lodge, claiming it gave him more traction against the slippery snow. you, however, decided against attaching the silver-lined blades out of fear of dulling them for your first time on such treacherous ice.

or at least that was your perception of skating, sunghoon described it as blissful, calming, claiming that it was as close as one could get to flying.

although you had your doubts, you trusted sunghoon, you were sure that he wouldn't put you in a perilous situation. well, you were sure of a lot of things recently, but it seemed none of them had panned out the way you planned.

you'd planned on getting into your dream university, going to the extent of emailing and calling their student help center relentlessly. but, of course, fate had a different course for you. you ended up agreeing to your parents' wishes to take over their quaint, city-owned business in seoul after the university never got back to you, their letter supposedly lost in the mail, or your name long forgotten in their abundance of applications.

fate hadn't stopped there, of course.

you'd long before made promises to all your friends to stay in touch after you graduated, however, it was recently hitting you just how thinly-veiled those promises were. most of the people you'd gone to school with were on their way to continue learning in university, while you were jumping forward, right alongside the ever-increasing working class. which didn't leave much room on either of your schedules, outside of liking each other's social media posts, you'd already severed several ties with the people you'd considered your closest confidants.

to you, it seemed the only thing fate had truly allowed you to keep was sunghoon.

but even then, things around him never seemed to go right, you'd meant to confess your long-lived feelings for him on this trip, but if anything, you'd only pushed him further away, going to the extent of making jokes about just how much like family the two of you were.

mentally slapping yourself at the thought as you secured the blades on your skates, removing the guard from the sharp steel.

sunghoon extended his hand down to you for support, which you held onto even after you'd gotten up from your former position of kneeling on the pillowy snow beside the preserved lake.

the ground seemed hard to balance on now that you only had the support of your stilted blades. you grasp tightly onto sunghoon's hand, which fits perfectly in yours. you were so focused on the way your palms fit together that you barely noticed the subtle steps you were taking forward, toward the frozen ice.

the feeling fully registered to you when you further lost your balance along the slippery ridges of the ice. your split second panic overcame you as your limbs went rigid in sunghoon's hold. your feet quickly shuffled, embarrassingly grasping onto the sleeve of sunghoon's jacket, fear washing over you in waves as you imagined sunghoon snickering at you. when you looked up at him, however, you saw his face was focused, his eyes focused at your skates while his arms recentered their grasp around your own.

he slowly backed out onto the ice, you still firmly in his grasp as your legs struggled to regain their balance.

when he gazed into your eyes, he saw the panic that overtook your expression. for a moment, he paused, almost scared he had pushed you to an extent you would regret come morning, at least until he gazed into your eyes.

as your best friend of eight years, you could say it was sunghoon's job to depict your emotions for what they were. which is why when he saw the look plastered on your face, he easily recognized it as one of concentration, determination, and slight embarrassment.

sunghoon had seen this look of yours many a time.

he'd seen it when the two of you were up late studying for finals; when you decided you were absolutely sure you wanted to be the one to bake a cake for his birthday despite your evident lack of kitchen skills; on the several occasions you'd been trying to scrape gum out from the sole of your favorite pair of shoes.

you gave him a shaky smile when you finally looked back up at him, the whites of your eyes shifting as you flicked your vision between sunghoon and where your skates met the ground.

a subtle crack sounded from the other side of the expansive lake, a sound so soft, it went unnoticed by you and sunghoon. you were far too immersed with each other to have noticed such a minute detail.

that would've been your first warning.

a shaky laugh escaped your lips as you started to gain your balance, sunghoon backing further onto the glass-like clearing with you in tow.

your laugh was soon echoed by sunghoon's own chuckle. you could tell he was laughing with you, and not at you, a subtle detail you loved about hoon. he always seemed so sincere, even now, as he carefully maneuvered the two of you into a makeshift circle around the frozen-over ground.

as sunghoon slowly let go of his grasp around your arms, moving from holding the base of your elbow, to tenderly holding onto your hand, and now he slowly let his hands find their own warmth as he separated them from the intertwined mass of your fingers.

you steadied yourself with your arms out in front of your chest, palms facing downward as you kept moving at the painstakingly slow pace sunghoon had set for the two of you.

"there you go, you got it!" cheered sunghoon, his pace slowing to accommodate you, but his skates still moved ever so gracefully.

again, a subtle yet slightly louder crack faintly sounded, this time you were close enough that it didn't completely go unheard, a crackling was audible, but you chose to ignore it. assuming it was just rustling from one of the blanketed pine trees that decorated the surrounding landscape.

you stumbled, your knees coming into contact with the almost solid ice. a loud thud sounded, followed by a sharp booming of ice shards snapping.

you looked down to where your leg had once met the now nonexistent ice, seeing the large crater that was forming in the blade trodden ground. the ice, still cracking, running up from the hole that engulfed the entirety of your thigh. sunghoon froze, falling backwards and frantically staring at your frame.

"___, don't move," his voice barely above a whisper, almost as if he was scared his volume might further damage the condition of the ice, "i was so stupid." he muttered, this time more for himself.

the cracks along each side of you only grew, inching forward, as if they were racing outwards.

"hoon," teary-eyed, you convulsed, your body shaking slightly as you tried to stop yourself from crying, "help me, please."

another snap sounded and your waist was met with the same ice-cold shards of ice that your thigh had been introduced to not all too long ago.

a yelp formed in your throat, the shriek forming a lump in your throat, hot against the flat of your tongue, despite the freezing liquid pooling around your lower half.

the sound of snapping ice filled your ears as your eyes widened, staring at sunghoon's still motionless frame, sitting on the edge of the ice, palm touching the snow laced grass.

your body sank, your arms frantically reaching out for the slippery, cracked ice. your palms slid past the texture, grabbing hold of the end of a block of ice just for it to capsize, trapping you under the ice.

you thrashed against the icy cold water, your body contorting amongst the shallow blues that flooded your vision.

you'd awoke with a start. a subtle light reflected off your all too familiar digital clock. july tenth, the night before your class would leave for your senior trip.

tossing off your sheets, your hand reached for your neck, patting around your collarbones and making its way up to the apple of your cheeks, where you harshly slapped yourself to assure yourself that you were - in fact - real.

scrambling for your phone, you opened up your contact list, quickly pressing on your most frequented contact and dialing.

ring.... ring.... ring....

after the third dial, the call connected, a faint staticky signal sounded, alerting you that both ends of your phone call were in sync.

"___, it's... three in the morning."

oh, how you missed sunghoon's voice.

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bellamyblake · 1 year

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hiii i don’t know if u are taking prompts but i’d love to read your take on bellamy being unconscious for a prolonged amount of time and clarke taking care of him and talking to him. fast forward to him waking up and confessing he heard everything she said while he was sleeping. i just love the way you write and it would be fun to read it!!

Okay...so this accidentally turned into a 6k fic. I wanted to write just a headcanon but this happened...I’ll post it here and then reblog the Ao3 link in you guys want to check it out there too. I hope anon doesn’t mind and that it turned out okay.

It’s set in the Canon Divergence universe, post season 2 just to give you an idea.

Clarke was cursed, she knew it. She was cursed and them moving out of Camp Jaha, away from the adults and their mom got them right where they were now.

This wasn't supposed to happen-she thought, not realizing that she was actually breathing it out loud quietly to his face while she stroked his curls away and stared into his pale features.

The big, no, enormous bandage on his head made him somehow appear smaller.

She remembered all the times she made jokes about his stubborn thick head and how he rolled his eyes and only half-smilled at her.

Clarke wanted to see that smile again, she was desperate.

Her eyes were pinned on his chest that was slowly rising and falling. Then there were the machines too, the best technology they could provide for him was, after all, at their mom's camp, so she was forced to transfer him here when she realized this was out of her control, but she didn't trust those-she needed to look at him with her eyes, as if she could somehow will him to live that way.

She rests her cheek on the side of the bed and looks up at his face, thinking back on everything that has happened just a few days ago.

He hadn't gone out on a hunting trip-now, that would've perhaps made more sense in terms of him getting hurt, no...he had left their gates in order to chop more trees with Miller and a few other guys and bring them home for all the cabins they hadn't finished.

She had been against it even though they fought a lot less now since they moved away from the adults than when they did back there or even at the dropship-the place they had chosen to come back to.

"There's no need for that, Bellamy. If someone has no place to live, they'll just go in the dropship."

"I don't want them there. It'll be cold and uncomfortable and the kids hate it anyway." he had cut off.

"The kids?"

"Come on, you know they call us mom and dad behind our backs anyway, we might as well just accept it, princess." he smiles and she beams back at him.

"We had worked hard this summer, we got everything we needed. You built most of the cabins, went out and hunt meat. We have the chicken and the cows, enough wheat to survive, even better than my mom would back at Camp Jaha. You could spare yourself this."

"We also don't have enough clothes or blankets or even chopped woods for the fire." he argued "Your medical supplies, despite your constant gathering, are pathetic and Murphy burned through the wall of our mess hall so now there's no kitchen. I have to go."

"It rained hard last night, it'll be slippery." he had rolled his eyes at her like she was his sister before she left for the sea with Lincoln a few months ago and he was scolding her to keep herself safe.

Clarke knew part of the reason why he worked so hard was so he didn't have to think about Octavia and the fact she wasn't around anymore.

"I'll be fine." he grunted back and jumped on the horse Trikru had given him as a gift after she saved five of their children from the flu last winter.

His name was Apollo (of course), it was a beautiful black boy with stunning eyes that reminded Clarke of Bellamy. She still thought the grounders only gave it away to get rid of him because he was just as stubborn as Bellamy was and only he could ever jump on him and tame him when they brought him back to camp.

Miller got in the cart they've made themselves, saluted her before the gates opened and they left but she had a sinking feeling in her stomach about it and she couldn't stop worrying all day.

When they didn't come back at around noon like they were supposed to, she tried not to panic but even Jasper asked her about it a few times and she was starting to lose her patience, so she snapped at him and some of the other kids. Dark clouds loomed over camp and just as the heavy rain started, the gates opened up and Miller screamed for help as he carried Bellamy's body in his arms.

For a second there, she felt like she lost all ground underneath her but she commanded herself to be strong and run to them.

He was unconscious and his face was covered in blood. There were lots of scratches and bruises already forming on him. When she looked down she saw his shirt was torn up and his chest looked about the same as his face did. His left arm was twisted in an unnatural way, falling down the side but the worst of it all was his head.

"What happened?"

"He slipped and fell down this steep hill really hard. We were trying to take off that tree and he just-" Miller explained out of breath "I told him not to go there because it's muddy but he didn't listen. It took us too long to take him out of there, I don't know how much blood he lost." he explains and Clarke looks back to the two other boys that were with them all covered in mud, breathing heavily...terrified that their leader was unmoving in Miller's hands.

Her fingers dug into his beautiful curls and she felt something sticky on his right side. When she turned his head away from Miller's chest, she saw the haphazard sort of bandage they've tried to put there and carefully peeled it away only for it to start bleeding just as hard immideately.

"Must've been a rock he hit or something, I don't know. Tried to make it stop but-"

"You did well. Bring him to meedbay with me." she commanded,hands already bloodied, her heart beating fast in her chest as she gave away her orders to the others in camp.

"Jasper, hot water, right now. Monty, I'm going to need you to assist me, so clean your hands well and bring as many bandages as you can. Murphy, two bottles of that awful moonshine from the kitchen, right now! Monroe, get me that knife you got on the last spring trade at Polis, warm it up on the fire and wait for me to call you, okay?" they all nodded and scattered around before she even made it inside medbay, which was just the first floor of the dropship that Bellamy himself had arranged for her this summer.

She still remembers how angry he had been when he came over one day and told her she can’t treat patients in that chaos and clutter. Clarke had gotten mad that he called it that and they yelled at each other for about ten minutes.

It was then when she couldn’t help herself and pushed him to the wall, pressing her lips against his and kissing him hard. He immideately kissed her back too. Then they pulled away, stared at each other for a moment and left before they could even begin talking about it.

It happened a few more times after-once when they were in the woods, gathering herbs for her when she tripped over and he got all crazy about her being hurt. He insisted he carried her to the cart and placed her on the back, wrapping her ankle in a bandage and elevating it on his jacket.

When he leaned over to check how her head was, he stared in her eyes a little too long and this time it was him who initiated the kiss.

That one moment got a bit more heated with him sneaking his hand under her shirt and pulling her body to his. She felt the buldge in his pants and he the heat in her center. His fingers moved to her breasts and undid her bra while his other hand slipped inside of her.

Just like before, when they were done they didn’t talk about it. She wanted to but something stopped her and he looked like a stormy cloud, eyebrows furrowed, cheeks bright red as he urged the horses to get them home.

He carried her to her cabin and commanded her not to even think about doing anything in the next few days. To make sure, he posted Miller and Monroe right outside, so every time she tried to leave, they stopped her.

And the third and final time was just about a week before this all had happened. They were right here in medbay and she had finally agreed to let him put some order into her chaotic system. He had won her by bringing built-in wooden shelves that he made himself in his spare time (which she had no idea how he found but she was aware he got up earlier than everyone else) and they started hanging them together.

He was the one to fall hard on his ass this time and this should’ve been her cue something was off because she noticed how he lost his balance out of nowhere. She had rushed to him and leaned over while he tried to get back to his surroundings.

“How did that happen?” she had asked angrily, picking up his chin and staring into his eyes.

“I don’t know, you tell me, you were the one staring at my ass, marvelling my body, princess.”

“Was not!” she slapped his chest “I’m serious!”

“I don’t know...just got a little black before my eyes.” he mumbled huffing annoyed at her but felt his hands moving to her sides, watched his devilish smirk reappear.

“Did you have breakfast?”

“I never eat in the morning.”

“Why not?”

“I’m not hungry.”

“Well you’re gonna do it from now on!” she said sternly. “That’s an order.”

“I don’t take orders from you, princess.”

“Don’t you?” it was her turn to smile a little devilishly before she captured his lips with hers.

Of course he moaned a little and she knew this time, she would be in charge when she let her hand slip down to his pants and cup the buldge that was already forming there, satisfied that she had that sort of an effect on him.

“Someone can catch us.” he acknolwedged this, whatever it was, for the first time then and gripped her body tighter as he moaned and pulled her closer, feeling her breasts rub against his rock hard chest.

“Then you can lift me up and carry me to the storage room if you don’t think you’ll pass out again, grandpa.” she whispered in his ear. He chuckled and picked her up in his arms with such ease, she yelped.

They came so close to actually fucking then but he stopped himself and let her jerk him with her hand while he sucked on the skin of her neck and massaged her breasts.

When they were done and were trying to put their clothes back on, she attempted approaching the subject carefully.

“What are we doing here, Bellamy?” he looked at her briefly and shrugged a little, keeping his back to her.

“I don’t know.” with that he fixed his belt, got his holster on and gave her a small nod before leaving.

“Get breakfast!” she insisted yelling after him.

He hadn’t done so, she had asked Murphy about it and decided she’ll show him so by being angry with him which resulted in a week of snapping and rather irrational and stupid behavior from both sides.

He kept to himself, mostly going out hunting or working in the woodshop which is what he called the corner under the big tree behind the dropship, south by their wall. She wanted to go there many times but stopped herlself as she wasn’t really sure how to feel about whatever this thing between them was but also because she was angry he refused to take proper care of himself but hypocritically went after her whenever he noticed her not eating and shoved a plate in her hands or wrapped her in hats and scarves once the snow hit.

He was a stupid little self-sacrificial idiot.

The urge to bang his head with a pan and pull him for a kiss was equally strong.

But back then in medbay as she was trying to save his life, all she could think about was that she would kill him if he died, so she focused and tried to do her best. She let Monty to clean the wounds on his chest upon determining them not as serious while she focused on his head. The hole was rather big and deep, she had to clean it up and stitch it well but she noticed there was some swelling at the back of his head too which she didn’t like. His pupils were barely responsive and his breathing was too uneven.

At first she thought she can pull it all by herself. He’d be fine, he just had to rest, the swelling would go down and he’ll get better. She had fixed his dislocated shoulder, wrapped his twisted knee in gauze and put ice on his broken ribs. He had somehow managed to fuck almost every part of his body but what really worried her was his head and the fact that after the first night, he burnt a fever, his breathing got worse and his pulse weaker.

That’s when she had asked Raven to radio her mom. Abby and Kane, of course, agreed to take them in, despite the fact they hadn’t separated on the best of terms. Clarke knew the adults were hoping the delinquents would come running back to them after the winter was through but all scouts and reports, even the grounder ones, said that Camp Jaha was less prepared for the harsh conditions than the Dropship.

They had also managed to establish better connections with the grounders and offer them medical help and assistance as well as some tech in exchange for help with crops and livestock, something her mom and Kane had not succeeded in no matter how hard they tried.

When her mom took a look at Bellamy, her eyebrows furrowed and she got too serious and quiet. Jackson had attached him to an IV while Clarke explained everything that had happened and what she had done to help him but she had been frantically twisting her hands beside her mom, waiting for her diagnosis.

Once Abby's hands moved to his skull and undid the bandage she had made, she carefully dragged her fingers over the scar, then turned his head right and looked up while examining him as she concentrated better this way.

“There’s lots of swelling back here.” she determined and Clarke shot up on her feet. “It’s pressing on his brain hard, that’s why his breathing is so bad and his pulse weak. The fall must’ve been rather strong, the impact his body made with the ground and whatever caused that wound...probably a rock was severe. It’s a miracle he made it out alive at all.”

Clarke wnated to scream-of course he made it. He is Bellamy. Her Bellamy. And he wasn’t going anywhere. She had to force herself to bite back on her emotions and try to sound calm and collected instead.

“What do you think? Will he wake up on his own?”

“Not unless I help him.” she determines “And still...there’s a chance he may not.” Clarke purses her lips and gives her a hard look.

“What do you have to do?”

“Basically make another hole at the back of his skull to relieve the pressure and put him in a medical induced coma until we can determine it’s safe for him to hopefully regain his consciousness.”

“Have you done it before?”

“More than once. There were many work incidents on the Ark.” she had reached out to touch Clarke’s hand but she pulled away immideately and Abby’s face fell “I’ll take good care of him.” Clarke had nodded but the truth was she didn’t believe anyone but herself when it came to Bellamy.

She had no choice, though, so she had to command herself to be strong as she watched her mom wheel him into surgery while she curled up sitting on the metal hallway floor and prayed that he would be okay.

Now here they were, just a few days after her mom had successfully operated on him.

He was still unconscious and she hadn’t left her side. Her eyes fell to map his body from head to toe again-every morning she picked up a clean towel and dipped it in the water, cleaning his face and chest with it, thinking that this is how she could make him feel better.

Bellamy’s first job when he woke up was to wash his face and soap his neck and chest, even in the winter when it was cold. She had caught him by the barrels of water near the kitchen more than once and let her eyes linger for a bit.

Now she squeezed the towel and gently ran it down his face, trying not to stir his head too much, afraid she may cause him pain.

“Your breathing is much better.” she told him “And your pulse is stronger. Mom says they can take you off the meds tonight which means you can wake up tomorrow.” she smiled when she moved the towel to his neck and chest, rubbing against it softly “You’re going to wake up, right?” she asked, her voice breaking up a little.

Clarke bows her head and squeezes her eyes shut, feeling her tears drop on his clammy and somewhat cold skin.

“I’m sorry-” she shook her head “I promised I’ll be strong but...it’s hard seeing you like this.” she cleans up his side, the bruise on his ribs, his stomach all the while avoiding the IVs they had in his arms or the machines they had attached to his chest.

Then she pulls up the blanket to his middle and cups his cheek softly.

“I’m angry with you, you know? That’s just one more reason for you to wake up-I know you love seeing me yell at you.” she smiled and moved closer, kissing his forehead while the tears kept streaming down her eyes and fall on his face.

She moved up and brushed them away before kissing his closed eyelids, then his cheek, after which she ran her thumb over his soft lips.

“You were so stupid! I told you not to go out there but you did anyway. I hate how you pretend that you don’t care about anything yet you walk around camp and make sure everyone’s fine, even me. I know you gave Jasper and Monty the cabin that was supposed to be for you. I saw Monroe dragging the deer pelts you use for your belt to her tent and I am sure now you’ve been giving your breakfast rations to Sterling because he’s still too weak after his sickness and honestly? It makes me want to grab you by the shoulders and shake you so hard, so you can remember yourself, Bellamy Blake!” she whispered.

“Where are you in all of these scheming and secret missions, huh? Who takes care of you?” she rests her head against his chest and hugs him tight, listening to the steady beating of his heart under her ear. “I should’ve noticed it earlier...I should’ve...talked to you about it, not that you would’ve listened but I would’ve at least tried. Maybe if I had you wouldn’t be here.” she moves up and looks at him, still expecting for him to just wake up and snap back at her.

“Anyway, I’m here now. And I’m not going anywhere.” she promised.

It was that night when she started sleeping curled up next to his good side under the thick blankets her mom provided.

The first time she came to check up at him at night and found her there, her eyes widened and she was clearly surprised but she thankfully had the decency to keep her thoughts to herself. In the morning, when Clarke hadn’t moved up, Abby tried asking if she’s comfortable enough like this to which she got a snappy responce from Clarke that she almost regretted after.

The days kept going like this, one after the other and to her it felt like she was in some sort of dream-like state. Still, she didn’t give up.

There was no reason he wouldn’t wake up on his own, her mom said-he’s breathing on his own, his heart’s stable and though he’s weak and lost blood, she still had hope he had been through the worst of it.

Yet, he wasn’t opening his eyes and it was killing her.

Every night she talked to him, ignoring all letters or radio calls from camp. She had left Miller and Raven in charge-they could deal for a week or two while Bellamy woke up. He had done more for them than anyone else, he deserved to be left at peace, the rest of it be damned.

Or so she thought, though deep down she was feeling responsible and her worry grew no matter how hard she tried to push it down.

“You know we never really talked about it...” she spoke to Bellamy one evening when she had curled up by his side getting ready for sleep that she knew she’d barely get anyway “whatever this thing between us...is. I know why you pulled away the last time-it’s too uncertain, this life, camp, the kids-it’s a lot of responsibility that falls on us and this makes it all the more complicated, right? What would they say if we got together? How would we cope with everything if we chose to take this path? I get it but...I don’t know-” she ran her hand up and down his chest “Somehow I think we could do it as much as it all scares me.” she had looked up at him “What do you think?”

Of course, no responce came but she still moved up and kissed his lips, feeling her heart desperately beat against her chest.

“You have to wake up, Bellamy.” she begged “You have to get back to me because if you don’t....I don’t think I’d be able to do this by myself. And it’s not just the camp or dealing with the grounders...I can’t imagine my life without you in it.” she had sobbed out and buried her head in the crook of his neck as she ran her fingers through his curls “Please...please, wake up, Bellamy.”

Clarke cried herself to sleep that night. In the morning, she was awaken by her mom who wasn’t alone this time-there was Kane and...Miller there.

“What are you doing here?’ she had asked, moving up from bed and feeling her cheeks burn as if she was caught doing something bad and not just slept next to the person she cared most in the world for right now.

“Clarke...” Miller began carefully “We need you back at camp.”

“No, I can’t leave. Bellamy’s still not awake and-”

“The first snow hit...there’s already a few cases of the flu going around. Raven and I tried to keep it together but...we need you to come back before it gets worse.”

“No...I can’t go! I can’t leave him!” she said, feeling the panic rise in her chest.

“Clarke, honey-” her mom tried but she snapped at her.

“Don’t!” she cut off “I know what you’re going to suggest. We’re not coming back here. We’re fine on our own.”

“That’s not what I was-”

“I don’t want to hear it!”

“Clarke, please!” Miller tried, taking a step forward after looking at Bellamy’s lifeless body “I know how much you care about him but we need you too.” she felt the anger building up in her chest as she came closer too.

“You need me? What about Bellamy who needed you to get him to camp faster after he fell or at least get a proper bandage instead of a dirty rag that gave him infection?”

“Clarke-” her mom tried.

“He’s been sacrificng his life for you and this is what you do?” Miller’s face got paler by the minute, his eyes filled with tears but he bite his lower lip and stood tall against Clarke who was prodding his chest with her index finger.

“You are his best friend, for god’s sakes, how could you let this happen to him?” she raised her voice and Miller looked like he had just been slapped.

There was a moment of silence in which Clarke realized she had taken this too far and turned her back to them out of shame and fear. Her hand shot to Bellamy’s lifeless one and she squeezed it hard.

She heard Miller ask Abby and Kane to leave them alone before he moved closer and put his hand on her shoulder.

“You’re right about everything.” he said quietly without forcing her to turn around but simply letting her know he’s there “I should’ve been faster, should’ve made a proper bandage. The truth is I never thought I’d see him that hurt and I panicked.” his voice broke for a moment and Clarke turned sideways, catching his eyes.

“But you have to understand, I’d never come here and ask you to get back to us unless I thought it was absolutely necessary.” he swallows hard “I know how you feel about him.” that made her look away with her cheeks burning even hotter.

“I...I don’t-”

“You don’t have to deny it. I can see it clearly, so can the others.”

“They can?” he huffs out a weak laugh.

“You’re not exactly trying to hide it, Clarke. Plus the sexual tension drives us all nuts. We all bet on when you’ll finally sleep together and release us of this torture.” she chuckles out a laugh and lets Miller pull her to his chest “I know it’s a lot...what I’m asking but you wouldn’t be leaving him alone. I’ll stay while you’re back home. I know you’re scared of being in Camp Jaha on your own and I wouldn’t let him be by himself even if he was awake and coherent.”

She looks up at him and sees that he understands her worries extended to more than just Bellamy’s condition-they were the leaders of the Dropship and as much as she loved her mom and Kane she had no idea what they’d do if they wanted to try and push them to bring their two camps back together with force.

Bellamy being weak and sick made the situation even harder.

Miller was right-she had to go back, had to take care of camp and heal the sick kids, then bring Bellamy home with her if he was doing better. As much as she wished to do that now, she knew that he was still rather unstable and her mom’s medical equipment could save his life if necessary. His heart had been a little off the other night and he had a fever in the morning, so she wasn’t going to risk transfering him back home when he barely survived them getting him here.

She and Miller talked through the details and when everything was decided and he caught her up on the latest things in camp, she asked him to give her a few minutes to say goodbye to Bellamy.

Clarke waited for Miller to not just close the door but hear him walk down the hallway and once she was certain it was just them, she sat on the bed by his side, took his hand and cupped his cheek.

“Hey, I don’t know if you can hear me but I still have to say this.” she began quietly, looking down at his motionless face. His cheek was clammy and he felt a little hot to her again but he was just as beautiful to her as ever.

“I have to go back to camp.” she let out with a trembling voice “That doesn’t mean I’m giving up on you or leaving you alone. Miller will be here to kick your ass and finally get you to wake up. I still believe you’ll be alright and nothing will ever change that, no matter how much time passes-weeks or months. You will come back to me, Bellamy Blake.” she insisted

“I know it because...I love you. I’m aware it’s too early to say this, we never even properly discussed what happened but I feel it in my heart and I know yours says the same. You’ve showed it to me a million times by now because love is not just about words-it’s about you shoving plates in my hands, wrapping me in warm jackets, yelling at me for working too hard or carrying me to bed when I’ve passed out in medbay.”

At that her tears were already falling down on their joined hands.

“When you get better, I swear, I’m going to kick your ass so hard, you won’t be able to spell your name. Then after I’m done, I’ll kiss you and break your world in two and if you call me princess one more time...well actually, I do kind of like it when you use it but I’ll never admit it.” she choked out a little “There’s more waiting for us out there, okay?” she finally moved down and pressed her lips agains his, then ran her fingers down his cheek and rubbed her thumb under his eye “I’ll see you soon, Bellamy Blake.”

She allows herself to cry on the way home, wrapped up in a bunch of blankets on the back of the cart Miller came here with. They didn’t have the luxary of Rovers like their mom did and even when she offered it, Clarke denied her. Sterling was the one taking her back to camp-the same boy Bellamy had given his rations to was now taking her away from him. He was still as rail-thin as before but his cheeks were flushed red. His eyes were sad and he only nodded just barely to her when she made it on.

If he heard her cry, he didn’t let it show and she was grateful for him.

The moment she sets foot back on the Dropship, she commands herself to be strong and gets back to her old self-not just for the others but for Bellamy, because she knew that’s what he would’ve wanted from her.

That doesn’t stop her from crying herself to sleep every night when she hides in the storage room and sleeps on the floor, remembering their last time there.

It’s the third day after she left Bellamy back in Camp Jaha, she’s elbow deep in fixing Collin-a thirteen year old boy’s broken leg, when Raven storms in the dropship. Clarke had been angry the kids went out there to supposedly fish but instead decided to skate and have fun while Bellamy was out there fighting for his life but she couldn’t really blame them-life went on no matter what and that scared her like nothing else. She had five more patients-three sick kids that she had secluded to the other corner and two more with breaks from the snowly weather.

"Clarke-” Raven calls out to her frantically but she doesn’t turn around right away.

Work, she had realized, provided for a good distraction.

“I’m busy, Raven. Whatever it is, it can wait.” she insisted while wrapping Collin’s leg in a bandage and trying to fix the torniquet in a way that would allow the kid to move his foot even if a bit.

“No, it can’t.” she says with urgency “It’s Bellamy.” Clarke’s head snaps at her friend and she drops the bandages. There’s a moment of complete silence in the room and Clarke knew she wasn’t the only one staring at Raven expectantly.

“He’s awake.”

She feels the tears gather in her eyes and moves closer to Raven.

“He’s awake?” she asks with fear, feeling like she’s dreaming and she’d wake up any minute now to the realization that none of this was true. It had happened in the past few weeks more often than she was willing to admit.

Raven nods and lifts her hand up, offering the radio.

“Miller wants to talk to you.” Clarke grabs it and leaves medbay before anyone can stop her.

Everything keeps feeling like a dream after that-she is on her way to Camp Jaha just an hour after she talks to Miller who confirms that Bellamy woke up but he was still rather weak and tired, so they let him sleep for now. Her mom said he seemed good, his vitals were strong and while it’ll take him a while to recover, he seemed coherent, answered all her questions and of course...asked for Clarke.

She should’ve been there. She should’ve goddamn been there when he came back.

Clarke doesn’t cry this time, she’s staring ahead, jaw clenched, hands clasped together, eyes boring into the near distance of the approaching Camp Jaha.

She jumps off the cart before anyone can say something-distinctly she recognizes Kane trying to talk to her as well as a few others but she strides towards the wreackage that was Alpha station where Bellamy was and basically starts running down the hallways once she gets inside, unashamed of all the looks people throw her way.

Once she gets there, she thankfully sees no sight of her mom-in all honesty, she wasn’t sure she’d be able to deal with her now but the curtains surrounding his bed were pulled and she stops, listening to Miller’s voice.

“She’s on her way now, she’ll be here any moment.” then finally, the voice she’s been craving to hear for weeks.

“She...shouldn’t have to...come.” it’s weak and so very quiet, not like the strong low voice she’s used to but still....him.

Clarke pulls the curtain with teary eyes and finds him lying in the same bed she used to occupy with him, propped up on a few pillows, somewhat sitting up, face still pale, the bandage on his head just as big and scary, his eyes a little disoriented but ultimately, the same warm ones she fell in love to.

“Bellamy!” Miller pulls back before she can knock him down and throws herself in his embrace. He chuckles a little-the voice sending her heart beating out of its ribcage as he moves his arm to wrap around her waist.

“I’ll give you two a moment.” Miller says after clearing his throat shyly and Clarke hears him pushing the curtain back in order to give them privacy. She holds Bellamy tight in her arms and he hisses.

“Dammit, princess...you’ll break another rib.” she loosens her grip but stays there, finally letting her tears spring free and wet his chest. “Oh, Clarke-”

“You’re here.” she whispers “You’re awake.” it sounds more like a question than a realization.

“I am.” he promises and moves his hand from her lower back to her head, which he strokes softly “And I’m not going anywhere.”

“You better not.” she pulls away and faces him, not believing the fact that his eyes were actually opened. She cupps his cheeks and stares into them, feeling herself get lost in the warmth she found there.

“Or else you’d...wait...how did you put it “kick my ass so hard, I won’t be able to spell my own name?” Clarke’s mouth drops and she moves away for a moment.

“You heard me?” he smiles and it’s his turn to cup her cheek.

“Of course, I did, princess.”

“Don’t call me that!”

“But you said you love it!” she slaps his chest and he winces a little but pulls her up and rests his forehead against hers. “Thank you....for not giving up on me.”

“I never would. No matter what.” she insists. He takes a deep breath and after pulling her hand in his and rubbing his thumb over her knuckles, he looks at her again.

“I love you too.” he let out “I’m sorry it took me so long to say it.” it was her turn to look away shyly.

“You don’t have to say this just because I did.”

“I’m not! You were right-I was showing it in all the little things-bringing you food, getting you to bed...but when we were actually together I...I closed up, built my walls. I was afraid you didn’t feel the same, scared of what everyone else would think of us if they found out. I was stupid...reckless. A thickheaded idiot like you called me.”

“Are you actually admitting to that?” she asks smiling and he groans.

“Just this once.” he pulls her up to his chest again, desperate to feel her closer “I mean it, though-I love you, Clarke Griffin. I think I have loved you from the moment I first met you and nothing, no steep hills or broken bones or cracked heads, would change that.” she smiles and hugs him back tightly again, resting her cheek on his chest and listening to his heart.

“Say it again.” she begs “I need to know this is real.”

“I love you.” he promises as he strokes her head “I love you, I love you...I love you.” she holds him tight in her arms and lets herself indulge in this moment. His breathing calms down and he keeps stroking back up and down and repeating it every once in a while until he stops and she moves her head up in confusion and worry that something is wrong with him again.

“What is it?”

“I mean I can keep on and I won’t mind doing it but...you did make me a promise to kiss me and break my world in two after I came back....princess.” she chuckles again but pushes up on her arms, getting closer to his face. His hand shoots for her cheek as he stares into her eyes again.

When their lips finally meet, he realizes that Clarke Griffin always kept her promises because his world did split in two and he was the happiest man on Earth for it.

#bellarke fanfiction #bellarkeedit #the100edit #bellamyblakeedit #bellarke fanfic #clarke griffin #canon divergence #hurt/comfort #ofc you know me for the hurt/comfort #hurt!bellamy #worried!clarke #unsconsciousness #love revelations #my writing

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herculesgarcia · 11 months

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Starter for @astuteknaves, wonderland AU

'Why me?'

Hércules asked once again, and not for the first time, wincing at the pain that shoot up his left leg every single time he took a step. Which he couldn't stop doing, as he was anxiously pacing up and down in his Commander's tent. His older sister. Andrómeda. Also known as the Jabberwock. A fearful monster, like that of legends, with a forked tongue, snake-like eyes, dark scaly wings and hands that ended in sharp, menacing claws. One that had sang him lullabies and slept with him during thunderstorms. One that had been by his side when he had cried, that had dried his tears, that had raised him like a parent when that role wasn't supposed to belong to her.

'You're the only person I trust.' Andro hissed, like a serpent would.

'I'm too old for this.'

'You're twenty-four.'

He was, yes, but he should have retired from this war business long ago. He shouldn't have even begun, in the first place. Now, instead of a dodgy knee and a backpack full of shame at what he had done, he would have a beautiful wife, maybe even a baby or two, a nice house. He would be sitting at his porch with a glass of whiskey and ice in his hand, watching his children play, smelling the air; roasted potatoes and spiced beef, his favorite, coming from the open window of the kitchen, where the love of his life was making them dinner. The sun setting, submerging in the sea... as did corpses. The corpses of those they killed in yesterday's skirmish, that they had disposed of in the nearest body of water ― a small river, the water in it no longer blue and crystalline, but crimson red and reeking of death.

'I don't want to do it.'

'I'm not giving you a choice.'

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His boots were dirty with mud, blood, and other body fluids. Grass and other plants were clutching on to them, as if telling him don't go, you won't find anything of use there, you're just about to get yourself in more trouble... but he didn't have a choice, did he? He'd do it. For Andro. For Cass.

Every time he thought of her, the White Queen turned Mad Hatter, he felt his heart thumping and pounding not only in his chest, but also in his ears. And it had nothing to do with the fact that he was out of shape after living what could be considered by most a comfortable life and they had been climbing a slippery slope for the last half an hour. They ― him and his soldiers. Pawns in this chess game that had little to gain and everything to lose, but that were here because... of what? Loyalty to a Queen who was no longer sane? Who could no longer be relied upon? Because they felt that she had been wronged and wanted to make it right? Cass was his sister, and he needed no more motive than that. But the others...?

Far away, now that he was on leveled ground, he saw the faint glow of a campfire. The wind was growling angry, but he could still hear the animated chatter going on around the source of light; as if those men were not fighting a war, but friends who had gathered to share stories, drinks, and food. Their voices brought a wave of fear at what he was doing. He was taking a big risk, but it was a risk Andro had bestowed upon him, and that had been enough to convince him. That, and the promise that if he didn't do as his superior desired, he'd join the mountains of corpses looming everywhere, an oath he knew his beloved sister was not going to fulfill, but that had still sent shivers down his spine. Only the dead knew how this would end, and he wasn't in the mood to join their ranks just to find out.

So, after checking that every piece of his armor was still in place, including helmet he walked towards them. As his eyes adjusted, he counted the figures wrapped in furs and frayed coats. Seven of them. The lucky number. Both men and women, most with scarred faces, worried looks or almost-friendly smiles. Shields, swords, axes and other weapons. Weapons that could find their new home in his skull if he didn't choose his words properly.

'Good night!' He yelled, approaching them with both his arms lifted, palms of his hands looking towards them, his sword sheathed, resting on its scabbard. Of course, the opposite faction warriors' own hands moved towards their blades, or whatever tool was nearest to them, faces turning in their direction. 'I'm here... to parley.'

#astuteknaves #wonderland au #wondarkland au

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nikolasartist · 6 months

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Unfortunately, due to the recent workload in my life, I can't devote much time to drawing, so we'll dilute the content a bit

Pathetic, like a dog chasing the past," echoed in the walls of his brain, making Makaka grimace uncomfortably.

He already knew this. His inner demons only made his self-loathing worse by reminding him of it over and over again every time he visited this place. They mocked him. They mocked him for trampling on the flowers of the past and then trying to restore them by transplanting them from one pot to another until they wilted under his own hands.

Their place had not changed. Only now it was quiet, like a cemetery, which in a sense it had become. The warm memories were gone. There was no laughter at stupid jokes. No conversations, no stargazing. How much time had passed? A year? Two? A hundred years or maybe a century? It doesn't matter.

The yellow pupils already knew what they were looking at: an old stone. So old that in some places the once mighty stone began to crack, leaving only dust behind. Life came from dust, and in dust it will fade away. Over time, houses lose their strength and collapse. All living things die when the time comes, and become another part of life, continuing to exist even without having a self. But... is this life? You become nothing more than a figure with strings that are skillfully pulled by a perfect manipulator - the Universe. It has existed, exists and will continue to exist, so it is not difficult for it to know where to take you, what to do with you and how to make it look good.

You are dead, but you continue to be used in a circle.

His dark fur lifted slightly from the frosty wind that aptly stirred his thoughts as they came to the juicy part. His own death.

What did Mac himself think about that? Let's be realistic. Who the hell wants to experience a painful death and lose their own eye? Who wants to feel a knife in the back from someone for whom you were ready to give your life? Who wants to be left alone in a cold hole in the ground, and then resurrected to find themselves face to face with the world, now nothing more than a shadow of their former self? This was the moment when Makaka felt for the first time in his life what it was like to be afraid and... to hate everyone he loved and valued in his life at the same time. No one stood up for him. No one had his back. It was painful. Without using any force, his heart was torn out by the roots without even doing so.

Is this your great power, monkey king? There are no rules for a king. Destroy, kill, go ahead!

- "Peach, don't be angry," the ghost of my former lover suddenly whispered in my ear, which took my breath away, "will you forgive me? I'm so sorry," which made me smile mockingly. Hmm. Wukong and repentance? Not in this world.

Meanwhile, the ghost of memories whispered the last word and lowered his lips a little lower, his warm lips touching the cold skin of Makak's neck.

The familiar herd of ants crawled all over his body, cruelly throwing him into the hateful memories of his youth and blind love. He was blind, too blind. He trusted someone with his back and heart.

Now, in contrast to love, something dark and slippery was rising from within, impregnating the new shadow self. A burning thirst for revenge.

With all his might, the demon kicked the very stone he had been staring at for the last few minutes. But in response, the stone remained intact, as if in mockery, only here and there succumbing to the cracks of time.

- "Yes... you're sorry," Macauq whispered bitterly as he sat down on the cold, snowy ground.

The winter would be cold. It already was, making his tail go numb. Once, in a better life, he had loved winter. It was beautiful, though very cold. It was quite ironic coming from someone who hated the cold, which he did. But... all the winter landscapes were worth it. It was worth spending hours looking at the winter mountains and then returning home without any feeling in my fingers or tail. Every laugh caused by a single snowflake was worth it.

But sooner or later, everything in our lives can lose value. Neither a thousand new landscapes nor a thousand new snowflakes, even every day, are worth a penny anymore. Now they are relics of the past, nothing more.

The ice that chills to the bone became his new cruel life. And the bone demon has become his winter cage and shackles, making him hate what he loved in the past. Not only that, he is now nothing more than a pawn: do this, bring that, kill those. He cannot say no.

Or does he not want to?

They were too much united by something... a desire for revenge. Wukong dreamed of supporters, of his own greatness. But so far he has made more enemies than subjects. A great king, eh?

"- I tell you, I will be the greatest king! I will have many loyal subordinates who will glorify me. And my army will not be equal even to the soldiers of heaven!" Wukong told his dreams loudly under the tree to his own shadow. - "You know I won't stop, right? So why don't you come out?

In response, the future king received only silence, which made him make a disgruntled face like a child. He was getting angry. How could Macaque ignore him?

- Okay, just keep sitting there!" He crossed his arms over his chest and turned away, trying to show his indifference.

His orange tail, on the other hand, betrayed his emotions by swinging rapidly from side to side. Suddenly, a sigh broke the silence between them. Wukong, without realizing it, smiled with satisfaction. Today, the victory was his.

- You are such a child. Do you know what it's like to have your own space and want to be alone?" - A low baritone voice came from the shadows, but the proud and offended monkey remained silent, not even looking up: "Wukong, I'm not going to run after you.

This statement pierced the red ape like a knife through the heart.

His overly boastful brain interpreted it almost as a confession of treason. How is this possible? Isn't that what lovers do? Follow each other at some point? Even run after each other?

Or maybe an adult romance has messed up Wukong's idea of a normal relationship too much? The stubbornness and pride of these two deserve each other, and this will be the main factor that will not allow them to meet for a long time in such a situation.

The too sweet and warm feeling of memories now causes only bitterness and painful residue inside. All their dreams, actions, and desires have long since died, without waiting for any resurrection. However, it seemed to the monkey king that this was not a bad thing in principle. He spent his retirement in glory, having only himself and his entertainment, not looking for remorse for his own atrocities. As always in his style. His selfish style.

And let's not forget about his successor! Macaque was honored to watch him personally from the shadows. It was like going back in time to Wukong Jr. at the beginning of his career. The picture of this made it clear what a terrible teacher the monkey king was, if his student was tossed from side to side by emotions and his own strength. No support, no advice for improvement. In fact, the shadowy one felt sorry for the boy. Mk was still a child who needed real guidance and support. Just like parents help with walking and talking, but the young man was "lucky" to fall into the hands of a child only a few centuries older than him.

He already had a whole plan, involving the child, to finally take sweet revenge on Wukong. Mk's own insecurities would play well into his hands, setting a good trap. Sorry, kid, nothing against you, just personal.

- You know, I hate you," after much thought, the six-eared man finally turned to the stone on which the old silhouettes of their drawing were visible, "so much that I would like to kill you like you killed me," he bared his teeth, not taking his eyes off the drawn Wukong, "I want you to feel what it's like to live in hell and pain. And I promise to do that, remember. I'm sorry about Mk, he's a pretty good guy, but he's so blinded by you that he doesn't even see your true form," after a long speech, the shadow exhaled like a balloon that began to deflate, "just like I did many years ago. "I hope you're not going to kill him, huh?" - now the hatred turned more into a kind of actor's mockery that spoke to the king's drawing, "though, no. I'll do it to you first," a nervous laugh escaped his lips.

The wind began to howl louder, carrying a new portion of snow. It was time to go, staying in the snow was not part of the plan.

- "Have a bad New Year, Wukong," Makak whispered before disappearing into one of his portals.

Today, he would definitely move as far away from people's favorite places as possible, hiding in the shadows of loud celebrations so as not to cause any more pain to his overly sensitive ears.

Now these are the only such "celebrations" in his life. Isn't it cruel?

#macaque lmk #macaque x wukong #six eared macaque #lego monkey kid #shadowpeach lmk #writers on tumblr #lego monkie kid #sun wukong #sun wukong x macaque #agnst

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amenomiko · 3 years

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Thank you for the request and thank you for loving my previous story for you ❤ @amymarple

Warlords and Ice Skating

"Here we are, everyone."

Sasuke then turn around to his back, facing each and every warlords behind him who is fully amazed (though some of them were amused) with the ice skating rink in front of them.

"How do they even get such huge amount of ice, and maintain it so it won't melt??"

"Future things are really advanced 😳✨✨."

Sasuke, who seems to be satisfied in showing one of the future things that he could offer, adjusts his glasses with the most unreadable expression on his face. "Alright, everyone, now we have worn each of our ice skate shoes, let me teach you how to skate from scratch. There are many kinds of methods. You see, you may start by holding on something, or, by a slow steps of short slides, or by the guidance of someone, as in, by holding hands together with them and--"

"Wah OAO!"

Cue MC's hands were hold by Nobunaga and Shingen.

Nobu:

Shingen:

Nobunaga: I believe I hold her hand first.

Shingen: I don't care who hold it first, your hand is filthy to hold her beautiful, angelic hands.

Nobunaga: She is my Chatelaine.

Shingen: And? It doesn't mean she belongs solely to you.

Mitsunari: Ieyasu-sama! Let's learn toget- uwah >A<! *Falls*

MC: *Gasp!!!* Oh no Mitsunari are you okay?? *Instantly escape from Nobunaga and Shingen to help Mitsunari gets up and went somewhere else.*

Nobu and Shingen: ........

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"HEY HEY This is awesomeeeee!!!"

"WOOOHHOOOOO!!!!"

"Masamune!! Keiji!! I know both of you have already mastered the ice skate but it doesn't mean you can skate recklessly around other people! Especially the kids!! HEY! DID YOU HEAR ME ୧( ಠ Д ಠ )୨???"

Ieyasu: *Sigh* Can we just ice skate like a normal person?

Mitsunari: *Gasp* Ieyasu-sama, you already learned how to skate 😳😳😳😳✨✨✨✨ as expected of you! Can you teach me as well?? I don't want to trouble MC (´；ω；`)..

Ieyasu: Sure. Go and slide on your stomach. That is ice skating too.

Hideyoshi: IE.YA.SU!

Ieyasu: Tch 😒.

Mitsuhide: Now now Hideyoshi, you are making people look at our direction, I'm so embarrassed ( ͡^ ͜ʖ ͡^).

Hideyoshi: ....Since when did you ever feel embarrassed 😒? Hey- you are still holding the rail for support? Did you need help?

Mitsuhide: Oh no, I'm perfectly fine-- oh my-

Mitsuhide, 'slipped' due to the slippery ice, and grabbed Hideyoshi by his pants and fall together with it.

Hideyoshi: *GIRLISH SCREAM* 😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱

Mitsuhide, still lying on the ice floor: Oh my, I'm so sorry ( ͡^ ͜ʖ ͡^). Nice pants, Hideyoshi.

Sasuke, instantly writes something in his notebook: Day xxx, on xxxx date, I've witnessed Hideyoshi-sama wearing a boxers of Nobunaga-sama's picture of eating konpeito with love shapes around it. *Takes 10++ shots as well*

MC: ʕʘ̅͜ʘ̅ʔ....

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Yukimura: Uuuh Sasuke, I don't think I can do this.

Sasuke: It's okay bro, I will be the lead.

Yukimura: AHSHSHJSJDF SERIOUSLY STOP THIS IS EMBARRASSING!!

Sasuke: We might become famous after this bro. Trust me.

Yukimura: I DON'T WANT TO BECOME ONE!!

Alas, Sasuke is skating across the ice floor with Yukimura (who were posing like a ballet dancer) in his arms.

Sasuke: Oh yisss, we are now Surisuke and Yictormura in "Sasuke on Ice".

Yukimura: UUUUHHHHH 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Also Yukimura: SHINGEN-SAMA STOP FLIRTING WITH EVERY WOMEN YOU COULD SPOT IN THIS RINK ୧( ಠ Д ಠ )୨!!!

Meanwhile, Kenshin

Kid: Mama, that big brother has bunnies skating around him

Kanetsugu: As expected of Kenshin-sama, he even get smaller ice skate shoes for all of them (눈‸눈)✨✨✨

MC: H O W ʕʘ̅͜ʘ̅ʔ??

And Yoshimoto: *Skates like the beauty he is* uwu ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨

Random man: Mom, I have opened a new world QAQ I've met a goddess *Sees Ranmaru and gasp* AND AN ANGEL TOO!!

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As for others...

Ranmaru: Nobunaga-sama, Kennyo-sama...! Please! Please stop >A<!!

Nobunaga and Kennyo: *Skates while sword fighting with one another*

Motonari: Wanna make a bet on who would win? Not that I care, heh. I will kill them both anyway- heheh. Heheheheheh-- *SNEEZES*

Kicho: For someone like you to sneeze on ice rink.. Weak.

Motonari: Don't skate while eating your senbei you freak 😒.

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tartagliaxx · 3 years

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Heyyo! Saw the event, and wanted to request Iris for Xiao. I loveeee ur writing btw, thought that u should know that. (I also love the theme)

“ XIAO + IRIS ”

━━ ☆ PAIRING: xiao/reader

━━ ☆ GENRE: angst

━━ ☆ SUMMARY: iris | hope, faith, victory, trust

━━ ☆ WARNINGS: set pre-game, spoilers on xiao's backstory, character death

a rupture tore through the benighted skies, momentarily illuminating the sweat, blood, and gore that rained down the muddy fields below. battered and beaten, tired and lonely, alive and not. war was a sight to behold but never in a good light. a dance with blades, metal against metal, ears ringing but never caring — no, you couldn't afford to care. at least, not if you don't want to be just another line in the body count later.

a maelstrom on your right and an earthquake beneath your feet. you could almost hear the theatrical renditions of the mortals in your head but you knew that it wouldn't even come close to the real image. no one, at least no one who was not found on the battlefield, could recreate the stench of death that lingered on your skin, the loud screaming of pain from foes and friends alike, and of course, the liquid life that poured out of your wounds making you slick and oily with ichor.

the loud whistle that came from the lips of indarias had you turning, blade tip slowly dripping with blood from the sudden lack of use. a call of victory but where was the glory? clenching your teeth, you leaped to the closest demon, plunging your blade into its torso as a geyser of blood splashed to your face. brackish and bitter, a little tangy. disgusting.

a soft call pulled you back to the ground from your anger and adrenaline — welcome to the safe harbor, the voice says in your head.

gentle but firm hands wrapped around your wrists as familiar amber eyes looked into yours as if searching for that one part of you that was still alive after all the bloodshed that you have wreaked.

"come home." so you did and in a blink of an eye, you were in his arms as he leaped from mountain to mountain, wind currents being his comrade in this newfound battle.

"where to?" you felt the vibrations of his voice on his chest as he pulled you closer, reminding you that your war was over, at least, until day breaks again.

"somewhere far."

a curt answer but one that told him everything that he needed to know.

far was a few hundred miles away from jueyeun karst and slippery slopes of cuijue. it was in an old forgotten lake with overgrown vines and bushes and trees. it was peace in a world that didn't have it.

"come here." and so you did, wordlessly following his requests because he was one of the few people you knew would never hurt you. "tell me to stop."

tugging his gloves off, xiao dipped his hands in the crystal clear water that was far too beautiful for either of you two sullied beings. but xiao — xiao was selfish, or maybe selfless, and his rough hands slowly cupped your cheeks, wiping away the ugly red that stained your beauty.

you could feel his heat — each scar and dip, each story to tell. subconsciously, you leaned into his touch, smiling when you see him falter for the briefest of moments. "thank you for doing this."

"it's nothing."

shaking your head, you lifted your hand to lightly grip his wrist, accidentally leaving streaks of earlier's carnage on the pale skin. "it's not 'nothing.' you shouldn't be needing to do this in the first place. i should be stronger—"

"you are strong," he interjected, eyes moving down to his lap, "stronger than many because... because you can still look at this grotesque world and find reasons to defend it."

"xiao..." blinking away the sudden spur of your emotions, you moved his face to the left, spotting a gash that ran from his hairline to his cheekbones, "you're hurt."

"and so are you," looking down at where he was pointing, you spotted a small puncture wound just by your thigh that you didn't even feel until he pointed it out.

"ah."

huffing, xiao pulled back, looking up to the moon that finally made an appearance after the storm subsided, just in time as the final enemy dropped into a lifeless heap on the floor.

"i'm so tired," you sighed as you laid on the soft grass that muffled your fall. he knew you were talking about your state in more ways than one. he knew because he felt the same. "do you think it'll ever end?"

"what will?"

"the war, the fights, the blood spilling as soon as we see the first light of day..."

frowning, xiao glanced at your resting form. probably not but for you whose innocence still managed to remain intact somehow, maybe it would be fine to lie. "who knows."

"you know," you cracked your eyes open, letting your gaze return to him as you sent him a weak smile, "i had a dream once."

looking down at your outstretched hand, xiao sighed before interlacing them together, comfort immediately rushing through his veins as his skin touched yours.

"was it any good?"

a dazzling grin. "the best."

you lifted your body up, shoulder lightly bumping into his making you realize just how close you two actually were. that was nice. tentatively, you leaned against him, face nuzzling into his neck as you thought about that distant memory.

"there was a festival for the people. manmade stars climbing the heaven's ladders as fireflies slowly danced to their own songs. and liyue— liyue looked different. stronger, brighter... peaceful. no one had a frown on their face. no one was wondering if they'll be alive the next day. they were just... happy."

"a festival? i suppose that does sound like them."

"and you—" you drew thoughtless shapes into his hand; the sweetness brought by the dream practically dripping off you like honey, "you survived."

that was a surprise to xiao who saw himself as a walking corpse. "i did?"

"you did... and we were dancing in a field of flowers to the sound of a flute. shades of blues and violets... a little of yellows and pinks too. it looked like our kind of utopia, xiao."

a few moments of hesitance. every time he allowed himself to hope — every time he allowed himself to think that maybe this time would be different — every time, the world finds a way to break him even more than he already was but this time... this time he needed it to be true. he needed to live the dream. he needed to be with you.

"that sounds nice."

"right?" you giggled and the world sighed in glee. well, he did. "i hope that one day... the crimson soil we're stepping on would give way to new life to compensate for all the lives that have been lost in it."

"that dance..." you blinked as xiao suddenly gripped your hand tighter. "i'll hold you to that."

with another amused laugh, you nodded firmly, soul carving your dedication into stone. "i promise."

how many years has it been?

xiao skidded to a stop in front of a rock in a flower field far too similar to the one in your dream. iris, they were called according to verr goldet who spoke fondly of them. looking at the fragile beauties now, he couldn't help the smile that made his lips quirk up even if it's just a little bit. they were too alike you in ways he couldn't even begin to list.

as soon as the first lantern lifted into the sky, he raised his flute to his lips, playing a song that was far too melancholic for a day of celebration. not to him, he supposed. today was a day for mourning. truths and lies, broken dreams, and standing aspirations. you weren't a liar, too soft to become one but sometimes, you only told him half-truths.

playing an ancient song you had once told him you loved, he watched as the world you dreamed of come alive but... at what cost?

"i'm... i'm still holding you to that dance. how long will you make me wait?"

with a scoff, xiao stored his flute away. too kind, too hopeful, too unwilling to learn from his mistakes. standing in the middle of your blissful world, he almost forgot that you can't dance with ghosts.

━━ ☆ NOTES: thank you so much for joining the event! i hope you liked it! view the rest of the event shorts here! 💐

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eternalmx · 3 years

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error. | im changkyun. (pt. 1)

☁️a/n: for @kyunsies;; because she said if I wrote it she will cry so I'm waiting for the tears. sksksk jk but I hope you enjoy it angel. ily♡ also;; highly recommend listen to so beautiful by dpr Ian while reading okay? definitely takes it to the next level. I'm bringing back eyebrow piercing kyun for this jdjdjd. I had to it was only right to do so.

✒ summary : Be honest. He's every father's worst nightmare. Black hair, tattoos, dresses in all black, rides a motorcycle. But is he really the stereotypical bad boy? Or he's just got a soft spot for this one girl?

warnings : none.

wc | 1,017

9:15𝓹𝓶 • "C'mon babe! It'll be fun" he says through the phone.

"Kyun... I don't think that's a good idea. If I get caught sneaking out I'll be in so much trouble not to mention my father already hates you. It won't do us any good" she says, fighting the urge to sneak out with him.

"I won't force you if you don't want to but I promise you it'll be worth it. You'll love what I have plan" he said, you can practically see the pout on his face as you heard him whine through the phone.

"How fast can you be here?" she sighed, pushing herself off the bed and going to her closet to get changed.

"I knew you couldn't resist me! I'll be there in twenty, be ready okay?" he said, quickly hanging up. The weather wasn't the best a bit foggy as it's been raining all the. The street lights reflecting on the water puddles in the street. She made her way around the house, careful not to make any noise. She packed a bag with some water bottles and snacks just in case they went far. After she went back t wait in her room she heard tapping at the window only to find Kyun smiling at her. His long black hair slicked back slightly, most likely from he remainder or rain. His leather jacket suiting his attire well. The small lamp in you room illuminating his features and his eyebrow piercing.

"Hey, you put it back in" she said softly, hand moving over the cold metal.

"I thought I'd pop in back in for a change and I kind of missed it" he said, smiling.

"You know I could walk out the front door right?" she said, realizing the path he decided to take to get to her. He was sitting comfortably on the little raised roof by her window.

"But where would the fun be? This is more romantic and mysterious. We look like troubled teens" he said, making her laugh. She clicked off the lamp and he helped her out onto the awning.

"Be careful pls, it's slippery" he said, as soon as you foot slipped slightly making him grab you roughly and pull you against him.

"We haven't even left and I already almost died. Maybe my dad's onto something?" she said, giggling softly and holding his hand tightly.

"Not funny. Here give me your backpack" he says, helping her remove it. "What's in here anyways?" he asked, as they walk slowly towards the end of the awning.

"Snacks and juice boxes and water" she said, she was serious in the statement but when he heard her say juice boxes he lost it.

"Shuuuuu! He'll hear us!" she said, turning to hit him softly. "It's not that funny" she whined, in a harsh whisper.

"It is. Be honest, were sneaking you out of your house and your dad hates me. we're gonna get on my motorcycle and then when we get to where were going we're going to drink juice boxes? That's a plot twist. I like it though. It's messing with my bad boy image I've got going for me but I'll let it slide because I love you" he whispered back, making her smile to herself. They finally reached the end of the awning when he stopped you as the light to her father's bedroom flickered on.

"We gotta go now" he whispered. Him going first down the wooden ladder. She rushed down almost missing a few steps but he was there to catch her if she fell. When she finally reached him he had his hands on her waist and spun her to face him.

"Well, are we just gonna stand here?" she asked, as he stares at her. He leaned in to kiss her but ended up pushing her against the house as the heard a window opening.

"Hello? Who's there?" her father yelled. The porch lights turning on as they both moved around the house. "You better get out of here!" he yelled.

Her eyes were wide and changkyun gave an apologetic smile to her. She grabbed his hand reassuringly as they waited for the lights to turn off after they heard the window shut closed.

"Are you cold?" he asked, taking off his leather jacket.

"A little, I was busy packing the snack I forgot to grab a sweater" she said, rubbing her hands over her arms as he placed his jacket around her.

"Better?" he asked, pushing his hair back.

"Much better." she said, nodding her head and doing a little happy dance.

"You just wanted the jacket didn't you?" he asked.

"Yes and no. I actually am cold but the jacket is a bonus. It was a test. You passed. Now I'll sneak out with you. I know you'll take care of me if it all goes wrong" she said, smiling and grabbing his hand. They began running down the street to his parked motorcycle.

"Thanks for trusting me." he said, as they reached his bike.

"Why wouldn't I?" she asked, placing the extra helmet on before standing in front of him.

"I don't know. I'm sure it's not easy. Especially because your father already has his mind made up about me" he says, leaning against his bike.

"Babe, what he thinks matters to me. Of course it does, but you aren't what he has his mind made up about. I know you more than what's on the outside and soon he'll come around but don't thank me. I should be thanking you if anything. It's Friday night and i was gonna be couped up studying but instead here I am. With my handsome boyfriend about to go to an undisclosed location with snacks and juice boxes. This is the high life" she said, giggling softly. She got on the bike and wrapped her arms around him.

"I love you" he said, before starting to rev the engine.

"I love you more babe" she said, kissing his cheek.

"Ready?"

"Ready!" she said, squeezing tightly against him as he pulled out the spot.

#changkyun #monsta x #changkyun scenarios #changkyun smut #changkyun fluff #monsta x changkyun #monsta x imagines #monsta x scenarios #monsta x smut #monsta x fluff #changkyun imagines #changkyun x reader

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griffintail · 3 years

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He smiled anxiously, bouncing his leg as he waited for Dove to fall asleep, waiting a few moment more before he spoke. "I hope you're here, Dove. I hope you had fun playing in the snow today-you need to be more careful, okay? It's cold and slippery, you could fall and get hurt. We don't want that-that's Techno's job." He smiled slightly, fiddling with his guitar neck.

"I-I know you had some questions, and Uncle Tech did pretty good at answering them." He smiled softly. "But I'm here too, alright? I'm always here for you, always. I love you. I um...today I wanted to talk to you about Dream. First-he's a bad man. He's...he hurt me, and your uncle Tommy, when we were creating Lmanburg. And I know he seems nice, but he isn't. You know...do you know acting? It's when someone is pretending to be something when they aren't. That's what Dream's doing. He can't...you can't ever be alone with him, okay? If you see Dream, you get Techno right away. You run and find Techno and tell him, alright? And if Dream ever tries to take you somewhere, say no. But if he doesn't listen...I want you to draw a little x in the snow, okay? An x. Make sure he doesn't see, do it with your foot. Draw an x." He sighed, gently rubbing his face.

"I really don't want to scare you, little dove. You don't need to worry, alright? Your whole family is taking care of you, and we all love you." He smiled lightly. "I love you so much. I love when you sing-you're very good at that, you know? You have a beautiful voice." He shifted, strumming another time before he hesitated.

"Tell Techno...no. No, don't worry about it, okay? Just...tell him...that I miss him. Him and Tommy. And I'm sure he knows this, but it isn't Phil's fault." He grinned lopsidedly, ruffling his hair. "Give your uncle a big hug for me, alright? And if you see your brother..." he paused. He didn't know what to say. I'm sorry? It was for the best? ..."tell him I love him." He smiled lightly, letting out an awkward cough before he strummed the guitar again! "Okay, okay."

"Once there was a way...to get back homewards...once there was a way, to get back home...sleep, pretty darling don't you cry...for I will sing a lullaby..."🍋

In the morning, she sat on her bed for a few minutes thinking what he said over. Dream was bad and hurt people? She knew people didn’t like Dream, but he had done that? Why would someone do that? But, people could change! Couldn’t they? Wilbur said he was pretending to change.

And draw an X. What would drawing the X do?

She didn’t quite understand as it went against what she thought about people but she wanted to trust Wilbur. He was technically her dad as Techno said. He was also nice and kind, he wouldn’t lie. So, she would try her hardest.

After, she bounded downstairs and hugged Ghostbur tightly first before hugging Techno, relaying the message from Wilbur. Though, instead of saying Phil, she said grandpa, which Techno almost burst out with laughter hearing forgetting about such a fact.

Now, she stood singing in the snow as Ghostbur was close by, letting Friend graze on the small amount of grass that was managing to grow under the trees. She wanted to sing more because Wilbur had heard. Maybe it would make him smile if he heard more of her singing!

As she stood there, she practiced making little x’s as she kept falling over when she stood on one foot to do so. She huffed as she fell in the snow again without finishing the x before looking at Ghostbur.

“Daddy! Can you teach me to build a snowman?” She asked.

He smiled and nodded as he came over. “Of course little blue, whatever you want.”

She didn’t ask questions today, she just had fun today.

#🍋 collab

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ambi-apocalypse · 2 years

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Viktor x Reader(She/Her)

Tags: Fluff, Silly, Shenanigans, Winter festival, Jayce is a good friend, Viktor is cute, you got magic

Hello, just before you read this a note! This is my first ever fanfic I've written that wasn't an RP with friends. My writing is rough, like god awfully rusty dusty times. I wrote this super quick at work on my break to blow off some steam! Please enjoy! Let me know if y'all want me to keep going! ( I have lots of art to do so it'll be later updates if y'all want pt2)

The Academy had a thin layer of snow covering it's golden surfaces. Students, professors, and assistants were quickly running through the chilled courtyard, finding their way to doors leading into the warm buildings that surrounded them; Viktor and Jayce, however, took a much slower pace.

"The design of the building doesn't allow the proper use of the hex crystals we have." Jayce said into his red scarf, making sure to slow down for Viktor just in case a patch of ice took him out.

Viktor took steady steps forwards through the courtyard, "If we place the hex crystals, perhaps, around the walls. Maybe then..." he trailed off, his attention turning towards the observatory. Jayce followed his eyes to see Y/N descending down the large spiral staircase that surrounded the outside of the golden building.

Y/N was wearing a beautiful red cape with a hood that draped their form perfectly, underneath was a matching coloured dress (WITH POCKETS) and thick black winter leggings. What else was that she was carrying a precariously high stack of books down the icy steps. Jayce and Viktor both watched as she carefully made her way down... without incident. The anxiety left both of them in one large sigh, "Oh! Viktor, Jay-" Y/N called out walking over to them, only for her backside to meet ground as her books went flying into the air.

The gentlemen were too stunned to speak. Jayce rushed over, "Y/N! Are you-" his concern was cut short as he too met the same fate as Y/N. A strew of curses were coming from you both as you struggled to get up.

Viktor started to approach both of you when Y/N reached out a hand, "NO! Don't! It's slipperier then the Freljord over here!" Y/N instead shuffled over on all fours to Jayce, "You need a hand?"

Jayce was looking up at the cloud covered sky as snowflakes fell lightly ontop his tanned skin, "I was coming to save you," he groaned slowly sitting up, rubbing his head, "But it looks like I fell for you pretty hard." Y/N and Jayce laughed as they helped each other up.

Viktor was already holding a few of Y/N's books under his arm, "Are you both alright?" Y/N and Jayce both nodded, taking easy steps off the ice, "Quite the show, should I book tickets next year to beauty and the beast on ice?" you all laughed, Y/N teasing Jayce why he was the beauty and you were the beast. Some lines included "Jayce your hair is always styled to perfection!" "No way! I probably snore louder!" "Have you seen these tusks!?!" "Every girl at this academy has a crush on you Jayce! Trust me, I've heard a lot." The lot of you made your way into the main hall when Jayce made his last teasing comment.

"That's funny I heard the same thing about you, how every guy here wishes he was with you."

Y/N scoffed as she took back all the books from both Viktor and Jayce, "If that's the case then why don't I have a boyfriend yet? Hm? You'd think one of the hundred's of guys here would have asked me out already." Y/N paused and stared at them waiting for an answer, "Maybe someone will ask me to the Yule celebrations this year. Do you two have anyone to go with?" Y/N asked with a tilt to their head as their book stack wobbled.

Jayce looked at Viktor, and Viktor back to him. Jayce's eyebrows inched up as he tilted his head to Y/N. Viktor immediately goes red, as he goes into a coughing fit, turning and hiding his blush from Y/N. Jayce slaps his hand to his face and sighs as Y/N starts fretting over Viktor a string of are you okay? This air is so dry! I know I know! Need a humidifier? W-what? No. no! I'm fine. It was like a scene out of a comedy and Jayce could only deadpan stare at the camera and shake his head.

"I'll most likely be busy that night anyways." Jayce interrupted, "The council wants the trade tower up and running by next year."

Viktor nodded along, "Besides, it's nothing more than fireworks to look at." he added looking anywhere but at Y/N.

"Aw, alright. I'll bring you some honey cakes and some fancy champagne after!" Y/N smiled sweetly at both of them taking that moment to start turning to leave, "Thank you again for your help! Make sure to ice your sore spots Jayce, cause if my ass hurts yours must too."

Both Jayce and Viktor's eyes fell onto Y/N's ass, watching her walk away. "Why didn't you ask her?" Jayce turned quickly to his friend.

"Ask her?" Viktor held the last syllable turning his head, "To what? Watch fireworks together in the freezing cold? No. Jayce." He walked off in the opposite direction of Y/N, "Why don't you ask her?" he said with a little more bite than necessary.

Jayce rolled his eyes and raised his arms only to slap them down on his hips with a sigh, "Let's make a list as to why I won't do that. One, I "We" Viktor injected, "have to get the blueprints ready for the trade tower for the council soon." Jayce held up his hand to count off the rest dramatically, "TWO, you like her. Three, my ass hurts. And four, you like her!" He paused waiting for Viktor to stop pouting, he didn't, "Now, did I miss anything or should I repeat reason two and four?"

Viktor pushed open their laboratory doors, "I'm sure someone will ask her. It just won't be me." he said quietly to himself more than anything, limping over to his desk which was scattered with books, papers and empty mugs.

Jayce smothered his anger fit with a few silent screams and hair pulling, an angry dance. Then finally he pushed back his hair and calmly sat at his desk. With a sigh he spoke not facing Viktor, "I know she likes you. You can't see it because you never look at her when you make her laugh. When you are suddenly a scholar and are ranting to her about theories and hextech." Jayce paused, finally turning to Viktor, "Just... look at her. You'll know." and with that he picked up a white pencil and started on his blueprints.

Viktor pressed his palm to his forehead. Thinking back to the times he has ever really looked at Y/N when she was with him...

He couldn't remember. Only how she looked when she was with Jayce. Laughing. Smiling... Was she looking that way at him...?

~~~~~Later that same evening~~~~~~

Y/N dropped off all the books to their original places in the library, many of them about the constellations and planets chartered so far. Most of the research from the books was used to find out where her magic came from, nothing helpful so far, but damn were those stars beautiful; They shone so bright in the winter nights. Y/N's thoughts drifted from the beauty of the stars to someone who outshone them, Viktor, and his perfect.... well everything. How could someone be so incredibly stunning. Y/N let out a dreamy sigh and melted into her work table, head cradled in her arms. Most of the staff and students had cleared the engineering hall, the yule festivities only a couple hours away. It was so quiet you could hear a fly fart. That was until Y/N heard some footsteps approaching her, she smirked, feeling giddy she stood up, "So, you've come to ask me to the yule festivities!" Y/N turned around to see a fellow engineer reaching into his desk.

"I- I just- I forgot my gloves." he spoke nervously holding a pair of bright yellow gloves, giving them a shake to show Y/N.

"Oh. Yeah, gloves are important. Cause you know-It's chilly out there! Brrr! Ha ha" Y/N stuttered through, only slightly embarrassed, more saddened by the fact it wasn't Viktor.

"D-Did you want to go to-"

"No! Oh! I mean, no it's okay. I was just being silly." Y/N casually trying to play it off, what a nice guy tho to invite you

"Are you sure? My boyfriend and I wouldn't mind if you joined us."

Inner you clutched your heart! WHAT A SWEET BOI! "Thank you, but I was trying to get a rise out of a friend... whowasSUPPOSE TO MEET ME but neverdidsoitsallgood! It's all good!" Y/N spoke quickly trying really hard to get out of this awkward encounter.

"O-oh okay! B-bye!" and with a last nervous wave he left.

Y/N let out a long drown out breath of air, hands on her hips, she felt like the biggest clown. Of course Viktor wasn't going to ask you out, lets make a list. One, he was always busy! TWO, he probably liked someone else (Sky most likely). Three, he was so out of your league. Four, he probably liked someone-

"Y/N?"

You froze. Looking up to see Viktor dressed with a nice coat, leaning on his cane. He also wore a smirk that you wanted to kiss right off his stupid brilliant face.

#viktor #viktor x you #viktor x reader #jayce talis #arcane #fanfic #Viktor Fanfic

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