#i tried to make it seemed like a dark fairytale at the middle

[teecupangel]

sooo Desmond is an Irish name, so fae Desmond?? 👀 haven’t been able to get to my laptop to search your blog if you've already done this idea, but I thought I’d throw it out there anyway!

am a big fan of Weird fae, like when you look at them you think they should be human but something about them is so obviously not. uncanny valley with a side of fight-flight-or-freeze instincts kicking in just from being around them.

is this something something that comes from his parents? is it all Isu bullshit? is it something he changes into or is he born with it?? on that vein, what if he was a changeling child? lots of ways of incorporating the Isu and the calculations into that for sure

(am one of the anons who keeps coming back for renaissance baker Desmond, so thank you very much for answering those asks, and also for just being a rad individual in general. am still catching up on Eagle of Alamut, I think I’m around chapter 30, and absolutely LOVE what you've already done with it and where you’re taking it. my sib assures me Altaïr makes his appearance soon, and I'm GREATLY looking forward to it.

thanks again, I hope you're well 🧡) —bread anon

(Thank you! I try my best hahahaha. I am so sorry for being slow on asks and replies TTATT

I hope you’re enjoying the rest of Eagle of Alamut… especially Altaïr’s appearance hehehe)

Desmond Miles always knew he was different.

The other kids call him ‘ugly’ and they don’t like to play with him.

He had cried in his mother’s arms and told her what happened and she just… she looked somber.

She patted his head and held him close, comforted him with soft words and a warm hug.

Never once did she say anything about his face.

He was a little bit older when he realized why they think he was ugly.

There were no mirrors in their home.

Or even in the training building he spent most of his childhood in.

But there was a hand mirror in the infirmary.

Desmond never had a reason to go there. What he lacked in brute strength, he made up by being faster than anyone on the Farm.

He had went to the infirmary to take the first aid kit. One of the other kids had a painful gash on his arm. It wasn’t life-threatening but it needed to be cleaned and disinfected.

Desmond had been ordered to get the first aid.

He supposed it was because he had been the reason the boy had hurt himself, trying to run away from him like he was being chased by demons during a ‘game’ of tag.

They always run like they were scared for their lives when Desmond was ‘it’.

The doctor wasn’t inside so Desmond went towards the cupboard that would have the small boxes of first aids stacked on the bottom shelf.

He stopped when he noticed the hand mirror.

And saw his reflection for the first time.

Desmond Miles was not ugly.

But there was something in his features that made him seemed… strange.

It wasn’t anything that can be physically described about his facial structure.

He looked human but there was something in the human brain that just made it scream ‘danger’.

Desmond couldn’t explain it.

But he could see it.

He didn’t bring the first aid back to training.

He went home.

His mother was cooking something.

“What am I, mama?”

She didn’t seemed surprised by the question. She looked resigned.

She looked like she had been waiting for the day he would ask the very same question.

She led him to the dining room, letting whatever was on the stove continue to simmer in low heat.

“You’re my son, my dear little fairy.”

She didn’t held the same unnatural feel as he felt when he looked at his reflection.

But it didn’t sound like a lie.

Her hands trembled as she caressed his cheeks.

Her smile was genuine as she whispered, “You will always be my baby.”

But he could hear it.

The fear in the voice.

Whatever he was…

He was affecting her too.

Yet she didn’t try to run.

So he hugged her, pressing his face against her stomach.

Her trembling stopped and she held him like she was afraid he was going to disappear from her grasps.

She didn’t fear him if she didn’t see his face.

Whatever he was…

It was the face that scared all of them.

.

Once upon a time, a young woman married a young man by the orders of her father. The man loved her but she did not. No matter what she did, she could not. She tried to be the best wife she could be.

She did not love him but she bore him a son. A weak little thing, more fragile than glass and smaller than any other child in their little commune.

She loved her child more than anything in the world.

But the world did not.

The child died during one cold winter night while her husband had been away.

In her grief, she took the cold body of her dead child and ran towards the forest, as silent as she was taught by her own father.

She came across a circle of mushrooms.

And heard the whispers of the fairy queen when she stood in the circle of it.

The fairy queen will save her child.

But he will become one of them.

“Yes! I agree! Please, save him!” The mother begged on her knees.

The fairy queen did not do it out of the goodness of her heart.

She was one of three rulers of their little fairy kingdom, long destroyed by the wrath of the sun.

She was nothing more than a ghost, traveling to the far future.

The mother gave the corpse to the ghost.

And the ghost gave it new life.

The mother thanked her as she held the warm body of her son.

And the ghost disappeared.

The mushroom circle melted like metal.

And mother and child returned to their home.

.

Centuries ago, Minerva saw a future which the Assassins and Templars waste years fighting each other instead of finding a way to save the world.

She saw a future where Desmond Miles would die to save the world in their stead.

So she made a different choice.

There was no one to stop her.

Tinia had long given up, waiting for the end as he drinks and drinks and drinks.

Juno remains imprisoned in the Grand Temple.

She was the only one left.

She changed the trajectory of the Calculations to one where Desmond Miles died as a weak human baby.

She created a device and had it transported to where his mother would walk into in her grief, her mind weakened to the point of thinking of falling off the cliff nearby with her dead son in her arms.

It was a device she had created using Consus’ research.

Consus’ research cannot bring back the dead.

But with Minerva’s modification…

It could clone the dead.

But she didn’t clone the weak human baby that would die centuries from now.

She created a child made of Desmond Miles’ DNA from that tragic future.

And added her own DNA to reinforce his body and mind.

A new future the Calculations could not predict.

A new future where Desmond Miles is both human and not.

Minerva did not know if this would be a better future.

Still…

She does not regret it.

At the very least, before she died…

She was able to save someone.

#fae desmond #ngl #considering how i like to write desmond using fae lies to lie #i was tempted for this to be an actual fae desmond meeting an ac character #who stepped into a mushroom circle #instead you get this… #uuhh #i tried to make it seemed like a dark fairytale at the middle #idk #assassin's creed #ask and answer #teecup writes/has a plot #fic idea: assassin's creed #desmond miles #minerva

[two-white-butterflies]

no time to die | c16 | part two

Description: After a messy breakup with Charles Leclerc. You resort to feuding with him online. In where, he hates your guts.

Pairing: charles leclerc/actress!reader

part one | part three

(ONE YEAR LATER)

YNMakesItSparkle: New Years Day 🌙 announcing my first ever single. I know that it's been a while since ya'll heard my voice. I remember singing with Miley and Selena down in Disney. So glad to be back inside the studio! 💜

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watchasay29: Is this about Charles?

taylorswift: I'm so excited for this 💙💙💙💙

selenagomez: Patiently seated.

charlesuniversewags: this is about charles 100% idk if she's gonna make him seem like the bad guy.

(IBIZA, SPAIN 2023)

"Charles, let's get married - let's settle down." you continued speaking, following him around the casita with a glass filled with Moscato. Ever since his incident in Formula One, you haven't stopped thinking about your future together. You couldn't sleep at night knowing that there was a possibility that everything you built would come crumbling down.

A small sigh escapes his mouth; marriage was the least of his concern. He still wanted to win a championship - he wanted to be something that you could boast around your upper-echelon friends. "I'm not ready, bebe." he sighed, taking another sip of his merlot.

You were stark contrasts of each other.

He liked everything that tasted bitter - and you adored sweet. He was darkness, rest in the middle of paradise and you were light. You complimented each other properly - but now you weren't sure.

"I-I know, but please - think about it." you stuttered. You always dreamed about marriage, not in a dreamy fairytale way but in a way that included living in happiness with the person that you adored. "I'm not sure if I want to get married, ever." he scoffed, placing his glass loudly on the countertop.

"Why?" your eyebrows merged into each other. "Why?" he repeated your statement - finding the question to be tone deaf.

"All everyone talks about is you and how wonderful your projects are. The articles, they don't even call me by name - I'm just 'your boyfriend' - and what will happen after we get married? Will I be Y/N L/N's husband? When I've got all of these accomplishments to myself." he responded in a bitter tone - telling you that there was something bothering him.

"What do you mean?" your frown deepened, seeing fire underneath his eyes. Did he hate you all these years?

"I'm tired of being your shadow, that's what I mean." his voice softened, seeing your eyes blurry with tears. "You aren't my shadow - when I came into this relationship with you, I wasn't even an actress." you said to yourself, the truth quickly settling into you.

"- and maybe that's the problem. I don't need another person who's competing with my success, I need someone to comfort me in my races." he expressed his opinion, unable to understand that he was stampeding upon your own.

"I've done all of that, Charles."

"It's not enough!" his voice raised again, a storm brewing in his mind. A small chuckle escaped your lips - and you tried to keep your composure. 'Grace under pressure' you thought.

"You know what the truth is, Charles?" you grinned, reaching for your handbag on the chair beside you. "You feel emasculated because I'm better than you." you gritted your teeth, straightening your dress until it didn't have any wrinkles.

"You know I feel really bad because I came to this conversation seeing a future with you. But now I'm glad that you had another thing in mind." your eyes narrowed, quickly walking away and slamming the door to his apartment loudly.

YNMakesItSparkle: me and my favorite driver 💜

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YNMakesItSparkle: Forever Ferrari 💜❤️

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carlandouniverse2: this is enough confirmation 😭

wantingmeeee1: Are you back with Charles?

landonorris: Mclaren needs you here 😎 - YNMakesItSparkle: Really?

imsebastianstan: You didn't bring me? - YNMakesItSparkle: the airline had a no-hand-carry policy, really sorrrrryyy 😁

Charles could recognize you a mile away. His fingers could even feel the fabric that clung into your body - he missed you, and he knew that you deserved better. The pressure of not being a good enough driver was getting to him - forcing him to resort to look for something to blame. At first, it was his company - but when he saw your success - he chose to blame that.

But now after six-months of therapy, he could see properly. He could see that he was the problem. "I listened to your new song," he swiftly made his way towards you - a bottle of beer in his right hand. He missed you - but he couldn't entertain the thought of being with you again. He believed that he wasn't good enough for that.

"Did you like you like it?" you gazed up at him - staring deep into his eyes until he could feel himself leaning down to inhale more of your rosemary scent. "Amazing, and the chords were familiar." he raised an eyebrow - teasing you softly.

He'd be content with being friends.

"Sue me if you dare, Leclerc." you pouted, knowing that the chords to that song resembled something that he wrote for you a few years ago. "I won't - not when you made it sound better." he smiled, flicking a strand of your hair away from your face. "Really?" you began to ask.

Unable to deny the palpable chemistry between you.

"Why don't you play for us in the afterparty?" he offered, knowing that it would be held inside his home - and his piano needed a little dusting. "Sounds like a plan," you licked your lips, slowly moving away from him.

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[judesmoonbeauty]

Fairytale Final Assessment 1st Anniversary SE: Jude Jazza's Epilogue ཐིཋྀ

Fan translation only. Not 100% accurate. Please expect grammatical errors. Cybird owns everything. Feel free to re-blog, but please do NOT post my translations elsewhere.

CW: Brief mention of castration. Translation notes are marked with *** Alternate translation is marked with/// Hour Glass Banners Credit: @/natimiles ཐིཋྀ

Kate, your work has reached my ears. Thank you as always.

Therefore, I would like you to evaluate one thing.

I wonder if Jude, who is cursed, is worthy of the Crown.

After reading the letter from Her Majesty several times, I finally understood. 

Just the other day, Jude and I were engaged in a battle over the Fairytale Keeper Continuation Agreement.

(Does that mean I'm going to assess Jude this time?)

(You're giving me the opportunity to make a fair judgment. Her Majesty is indeed very open-minded.)

(If it's an assignment, I have to face Jude properly and submit a report!)

There is no mention in the text that the person should be kept in the dark.

I mean, the quickest way to do that is to ask Jude himself about it, and his intentions to stay at Crown.

Jude: I don't know anything about that. When you ask someone for something, shouldn’t you pay them for the information?

(I can't for the life of me believe that he will tell me honestly….)

(Come to think of it, I never asked Jude in depth why he was at Crown.)

It’s said that he dared to sign a contract with Crown when Victor suspiciously approached him with a tearful face, I’m sure…. I’m not wrong that it was to get information you need.

(I guess I have no choice but to observe Jude...)

Ellis: Your brow’s wrinkled. Thinking?

Kate: Oh, Ellis. 

Kate: Just in time! Do you know where Jude is today?

Ellis: It seems like Jude went on a mission after showing up at work. What's wrong?

Kate: Actually...

When I explained the reason, Ellis smiled.

Ellis: I'm joining Jude after this, so let’s go together.

Ellis led us to a pub with a suspicious atmosphere even though it was daytime.

There, Jude was in the middle of a cruel and merciless judgment.

Jude: Oy, no runnin’ away. The story is your usin’ illegal sleeping pills, messin’ ‘round with girls, and sellin’ ‘em off.

Scoundrels: Guh….!

Ellis: Kate , if bottles start flying, it won’t be safe, so stay here and hide.

Ellis: I’ll be there.

Kate: Ah, yes! Ellis, be careful not to get hurt too.

Ellis: Jude, here you go.

Jude: Tsk, what’re ya waitin’ for?

Ellis: I'm sorry. I'll try a little harder to make up for my tardiness.

I watch Jude and Ellis fight together from the shadows.

Liquor bottles and people lightly fly through the air, and the sound of blows rings out.

(Hmmm...this is what it means to scream.)

(This is supposed to be a Crown assignment.)

Jude does not follow the orders of others unconditionally unless the conditions are acceptable.

Therefore, there must be a reason why Jude accepted this mission.

In the meantime, everyone had fallen to the ground.

Jude: What, ya think I'm gonna kill ya? I’m not gonna to kill ya.

Jude: There's a coal mine at the far end of the country, and I thought it’d be fun doin’ manual labor there.

Scoundrels: ……. A coal mine?

Jude: Before you go to a cold, dark, and fun place, I'll give you a present.

Jude: Ellis, take ‘em to the black market surgeon later. Hand ‘em all over to be castrated.

Ellis: Yeah, okay. If it makes you happy, Jude.

As the thugs screamed in despair, Jude put a cigarette in his mouth and lit it.

Jude: The prevalence of inferior products is proof that the drugs weren’t distributed sufficiently.

Jude: ……Guess we’ll just have to handle it ourselves.

Jude's company eliminates the value of inferior products by distributing the correct products.

(That’s how Jude tries to eliminate evil at its source.)

Thanks to all the time I've spent, I had unintentionally come to understand Jude's way of doing things.

(The method may be as radical as ever.)

(But, there are somethings you can not protect with a straightforward approach. That’s why…)

Kate: Jude is absolutely essential to Crown…..

Jude: So, how long are you going to be sneaking around in there?

Kate: ….ah.

I was thrown onto a bed in a room at the back of the pub, and his hands restrained me while lying down.

Jude: You’re a real bad princess for peeping without permission. 

Jude: So, what are you up to now?

Kate: That’s…..

Jude: I could torture ya and make ya spit it out. You're a pervert who expects to be tortured, aren't ya?

I could smell the scent of sandalwood wafting from Jude, and my body temperature seemed to rise once.

Jude: Ha. Why’re ya lookin’ so hopeful? Ya really are a pervert who likes things that feel good.

Kate: T-that's wrong! Actually- 

Jude: Hmmm, reverse assessment.

Jude: That's just like that woman who loves fairness. ***

Jude: So, ya followed me ‘round to review me. You've come a long way.

Kate: As for following you around without telling you, I'm sorry.

Kate: But thanks to that, I was able to reaffirm what’s important to me.

Jude: What?

Kate: You are definitely suited for the Crown.

Jude: Ha. Who d’ya think ya are?

Kate: I’m a fairytale keeper. Hehe, I think I can write a good report with this.

Kate: I'll write it perfectly, so you can rest assured, Jude. Well then, I'm -

Jude: Why’re ya tryin’ to go home? There's no way ya could just spy on me and go for free.

Kate: Eh.

Jude: There's another matter to tend to.

Jude: I just need a decoy. You love hide-and-seek, don't ya?

Kate: A decoy!?

Jude: Poor thing. Ya wanna go home, but can’t. Pay the price for sneaking without permission.

Kate: Oh, come on….!

Jude: Those defiant eyes are so temptin’.

Amethyst eyes looked down at me cruelly becoming distorted.

Kate: In the report, you know I can write down all of your actions, Jude.

Jude: Write, write. However…

Jude leaned forward and looked into my face.

Jude: You...wouldn't you be lonely without me?***

Kate: …….

Kate: That’s not true….!

Jude: Huh. What are ya upset ‘bout?

[Master List]

***白々しい This appears to be a nuance: Jude’s being insincere about the Queen’s apparent fairness. It can be rendered white-wash, insincere, bare-faced (lie), shameless, but I felt that this was used just to explain his insincerity or doubtfulness in the Queen. ***Just to clarify, Kate is essentially threatening that what she writes in her report about Jude can cause his dismissal from Crown. So, that's why he tells her to write it, but.....she'll miss him, won't she?

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[babyiamperfectforyou]

THE DARKEST HELL

Summary: Y/N finds someone in her room at night during the Christmas season. Is he the demon from her old Nanny's fairytales?

Warnings: Smut (obviously) , name calling, spanking, yk the whole shebang. Mention of blood. Rough (as in, really rough) sex. Wrap it before you tap it. Also, these pictures were downloaded from Pinterest, don't sue us🥲 Pic credits to owners.

Word count: 5.4k

A/n: Hey guyssss we're back with a oneshot. This is our entry for @watchmegetobsessed 's #fanficmas2022

(This is basically smut with no plot lol, G went feral with it)

Anyway here's, 5.4k of pure smut😚❤️ Enjoyyyy

Xoxo

G and M

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The ambient darkness spread across the horizon. The moon was nowhere to be found. There were owls hooting outside. Y/N felt like she was in a horror movie . Her mother had always warned her not to listen to Grandma's horror stories. Well, she was not technically Y/N’s granny; she was the one who looked after her when her parents weren't around; she was her nanny but Y/N loved her like her own grandmother. Her parents were always travelling for work related things and were hardly home. They were busy making money and reputation while Y/N was abandoned like an orphan. They provided her with everything but it was not the same as having her parents around. She had studied well and had entered into a prestigious university. She chose to study psychology, the wonders of the human mind had never failed to amuse her.

Laying on her bed, Y/n contemplated her life. Life had always been difficult for her. Breaking up with her now ex boyfriend was just the icing on the cake. Her best friend Danny was the only relief in her crestfallen life. She slowly drifted off to sleep.

She woke up abruptly at the sound of thunderbolts in the night sky . Electric lightning zipped across the sky like fireworks.Terrified would be an understatement to explain her predicament. Shadows of her own room illuminated in the lighting and it appeared more and more disturbing. She felt like she was immobile. Is this what they call sleep paralysis? She could feel a menacing presence of something that wasn't supposed to be there. She wanted to run outside and scream but she couldn't. Another roar of thunder.

"Oh God! " She screamed.

"God isn't coming for your help, darling, " a hoarse voice replied.

"Who are you?" She asked. A gravelly laugh was the reply.

In the dark she could make out the shadow of her intruder, thanks to the lightning. Another thunder bolted.

"Please don't kill me", she cried.

Her intruder came closer this time. She found that he was around six feet and sculpted, not in a way that Protein shakes and gym do. He was wearing a black cloak with a hood. It covered his entire face. A sword hung dangerously on his hip. It felt like hanging the sword of Democles above her head because she knew that it was going to be her last night on earth.Even if she tried to fight with this intruder, it wouldn't last long, he was armed and she was alone .

"If I wanted to kill you, I would have done it while you were asleep, darling. Why waste time fighting with you?" He seemed calm and collected unlike her mind, which had a raging storm inside that made the thunderstorm outside look less terrific. The rumbling sound of the thunder brought back her attention to the intruder.

"Then why are you here? Wait, what are you wearing?" She did not mean to ask that question out loud, it was a slip of the tongue.

"That's what we wear in our land." He confirmed.

"Who wears a cloak in the 21st century? Are you out of your mind? ", she laughed

Then it clicked.

" They come wearing black cloaks and a sword with two serpents on its handle. The hilt of the sword has an emerald stone in the middle. Every year before Christmas they will visit, to mark all your sins. They are the incarnations of all seven deadly sins, they're the commanders of the Devil himself.”

“Who?”

“The Angel who was cast out of heaven for rebelling against God.”

“ What was his name again?”

“Lucifer”, Grandma whispered.

“Lucifer”, Y/n confirmed.

“Don't say his name aloud princess. He'll come and take you to his place.”

“And where is his place?” Y/n couldn't contain her excitement. She was mesmerised by the tale of God and Lucifer, an angel who lost his place for disobeying The Mighty Creator.

“It's said in Isaiah 14:12 that after becoming Satan by his fall, Lucifer "goeth up and down, to and fro in the earth, seeking to destroy the souls of men".

“So he wanders around. Does he not have a palace or something?”

"He has, Princess. A palace and an army of soldiers beneath the Earth, a distant land of shadows, where the dead and the sinned will go."

She voyaged through the memory lane, a conversation with her grandma long ago .

"Are you the fallen angel ?" She asked, petrified.

"You need to be specific, darling."He said with pure amusement.

"Are you …..",she swallowed her own words .

"Are you Lucifer? " She finally plucked up the courage to ask him .

"No, I Am not ."His words are nonchalant like he does this kind of conversation everyday.

"No I'm not a robber, we have enough resources in our land. We are immune to the earthly pleasure of money." He mused.

"Can you read my mind?" She was genuinely surprised.

"Yeah we could do that "

"We? Are you not alone? How many people have you brought to kill me? Please don't kill me. I'll do anything, please."

She could feel tears welling up in her eyes, she was afraid, alone and did not even know the purpose of her intruder. A hand reached her chin.

"I'm not here to kill you Y/N ." He said, his sound raspy, thick and delicious. His fingers that were now wiping her tears electrified her whole body. He slowly reached for the bedside lamp and switched it on. She covered her eyes with her hands at the sudden sensitivity of light. Slowly opening her eyes, she noticed that her intruder no longer had a hood over his head. He was dangerously handsome.This guy was dangerous in more ways than she could fathom. She gripped her hands together anticipating him to snap at her or beat her up. But nothing happened, he stared at her, his jawline impossibly sharp, his lips thin and rosy, eyes as deep as the green ocean. His long hair was tied in a half bun. He stared at her with an expression of a predator looking at its prey. His eyes burned into her like he could see her soul. She thought she would turn into ashes soon, if he continued to stare at her like this.

"I will never hurt you. Maybe I will hurt you, but not in the way you think . I'll make sure you will enjoy every inch of your misery."

His lips curled up in a sinful manner. Her eyes zeroed in on his lips. Her tongue darted out and licked her own lips wishing that she could taste those dangerous lips that were only a few centimetres away from her. His aura was black, much blacker than the colour of his cloak.

"Stop tempting me, darling, or I'll have to grant your wish and I swear, once I get a taste of those pretty lips of yours, I won’t be able to stop. "

The air suddenly became so hot .The look on his face suggested that he'll do everything he said if she allowed. It sent a spark down her spine. A part of her was frightened, another part elated.

"You wish", She wanted to sound angry but it came out only as a breathy whisper.

"I don't have to wish, darling, I can see you thinking about it." His voice was hoarse, and the looks he gave her were primal and animalistic. It shook her defences. But she couldn't be defeated by an intruder, now could she?

"Who are you ?"She queried.

"I am Harry, The Lord of Lust ,The second commander of the Devil Lucifer himself." At Least he's not the Devil. But the dangerous aura around him and his serpent eyes excited her. She felt like a child again, in her bed listening to stories from her grandma , going to the darkest places in her mind and discovering something new every time. This was something terrific, yet it excited her all the same.

“Are you an angel like Lucifer, a fallen angel from heaven? " she asked out of curiosity.

"No, we're created from the Devil himself. We're 7 parts of him "

"We?" She inquired .

"Yeah, seven lords for seven sins" Her grandmother had told her about the seven deadly sins from the Bible. Seven deadly sins are also called seven cardinal sins. In Roman Catholic theology, they can be thought of as disposition towards sin. They are pride, greed, lust, envy, gluttony, wrath and sloth.

"So you don't have an independent existence?Are you, like, sired to him?." She cross-questioned.

"Not exactly,we can have our own life ,deeds , pleasure,sins etc.But our ultimate duty is to follow the Devil's instructions." He seemed bored. Maybe he didn’t like being questioned like this . But Y/n pressed, she wanted to know.

"What happens if you don't oblige?"

Will the devil kill you? But she omitted that part for her own good.

"We'll oblige, I already said we're a part of him." He sounded certain.

"Why are you here though? "

Did the Devil send him to take her to him so that he can boil her in hot oil or peel her skin and leave it to the crocodiles ?

"There are no crocodiles in our hell. We are friendly people, you know. I am here, out of mere curiosity." He sounded amused, like he was enjoying having a conversation with her.

"Curious? Of what?"

"You"

"Me?"

"Yeah ,you"

"What have I done ?"

"You haven't done anything.Your book is empty, that's what I am curious about." He took something out of his pocket, something that looks like a book but in a black velvet cover . He put it in his hand and closed his eyes.Suddenly the page opened with her name on the top. But it was empty .

"What's this ?"

" The Book of lust.Every individual has a record of their sins recorded in their respective books. For Lust, for envy, for Pride...But yours is empty." He pronounced.

"What ?I haven't committed any sins at all ?"

"No that's not it. Maybe you have committed other sins but your book of lust is empty."He put the book back in his pocket. He was wearing a corset vest under his cloak and she could see his muscles straining inside wanting to see the light.

"Why though? I have had sex before."she felt offended all of a sudden .

"I thought about it as well and then I got my answer. Yes, you have had sex before.But have you enjoyed it? Have you done it purely to enjoy the pleasure of lust, to quench your thirst for lust? Leaving behind all your convictions and beliefs to do something dangerous?" He ran a hand through his thick hair.

"What do you mean?" She stuttered.His presence overwhelmed her and his words ,each syllable rolled out of that pretty tongue in a melodious manner.She paused her thoughts knowing well that he could read her mind. Her face became red out of embarrassment.

With a knowing smile,he continued:

"I mean, you did it as something that has to be done, not to embrace the pleasure.Enjoying the pleasure and imposing the pleasure are two different things ,darling" he did not sound mocking. But she felt humiliated.

"I see" she tried to be sarcastic, in an attempt to hide her hurt .

"What?" He asked genuinely concerned .

"I see that you're here to mock my incompetence to do the deed."she tried to jump out of the bed but his hands gripped her hand stopping her path.

" The Deed? What deed?” , he smirked.

She tried to retrieve her hand from his grip but those long fingers tightened their grip leaving it an impossible task. She felt him loosening his grip a little bit .

"I mean, you know, the deed "she closed her eyes irritatingly.

"And I'm asking you again.Use the exact words darling."

"I know you can read my thoughts. Then why are you making this hard for me,… What should I call you?"

Maybe Lord, or maybe Mr intruder or even Devil 2.O, she laughed at her own thoughts.

"You can call me Harry for now, and my lord, while we do the deed." He sounded cocky. Arrogant son of a bitch.

"Who said we're going to do the deed?"She knew she was only one step away from crossing the line .But she couldn't care less. She spent her entire life trying to be perfect, controlling her impulses. Now, a dark Angel from hell is in her room, wanting to make her commit sin and she's definitely going to fall for this temptation. She's completely aware of the fact that she's playing with fire.

"You mean the deed that involves me lifting your skimpy material that you call nightgown and spanking your ass and putting my cock inside your wet pussy until you see the stars?" His voice washed over her .

"Fuck " she was going insane.

"Exactly" He was so close that she could feel his breath fanning over her face.Her reaction was immediate, her nipples hard and panties soaking wet.

"Don't you dare plan on anything as such" suddenly she felt nervous.

"Then why am I smelling your arousal, huh? I can't control myself any longer. Do you want me to control it ,Y/N? ."His honey laced voice wrapped around her in a tight embrace. She was put into an immovable trance where she could think about nothing but him and his cock. Her breath hitched and her heart pounded in anticipation. His words set her body aflame. And God forbid she wanted to burn in that fire.

"Do you want me to control,Y/N ? Answer me "he demanded, his words dominant. It made fear wrap tightly around her like a nightgown.

"No "she whispered .

"Louder, darling "he taunted. His hands reached for her chin, forefinger running across her jaw. She shuddered under his touch.

"No," she said, grabbing all her courage.

"No, what ?"He pressed while his eyes devoured every inch of her body.She had never felt this alive.

"No , Harry"

"Not Harry, darling.Call me your Lord." a smirk adorned his lips.

"No, I don't want you to control yourself around me, My Lord." She said frustrated.

"That's my whore. "

His Whore. Never in her life had something called her something like that .So degrading, yet so possessive.

“Can I touch you now, Y/N? I need your words.”

“Yes, My Lord.”

He moved so fast when those words left her mouth. He yanked her against him. His body pressed entirely against hers. He crashed his lips against hers and she could feel herself, drowning in ecstasy. A burning desire raced through her veins. She knew kissing a total stranger was against all her principles that she followed till today. But she could care less at this point when an unexplainable euphoria had her body in its grip. Heat pooled in her lower stomach. Her core ached with pulsating need. He gripped his hand around her neck tilting it for better access. The kiss was rough. She was panting . Her heart hammered in her chest.He bit her bottom lip asking for permission which she granted him effortlessly. Their tongues fought furiously against each other for dominance.He groaned against her.

"Fu..ck" she moaned shamelessly.

He groaned in reply.His lips left hers. His thumb rubbed against her erratic pulse. Her eyes drank him.He buried his face in her neck, nipping the soft flesh with his teeth. Her hands run effortlessly in his long curls. He bit her flesh bringing tears to her eyes but the throbbing in her core intensified. He tugged his hair hard, a small moan escaping from his own lips. He shifted his hip to rub his hardness against her core .

"Now remove your clothes all by yourself and touch yourself like the whore you are." He ordered.

A breathy moan escaped her lips but she made no move. He yanked her hair, jerking back until her ear was near his mouth.

"Either you'll do it or I'll make you do it. Leave the good girl act you've been doing for years and be the whore you are." He said, nibbling on her ears. His hot breath warmed her skin. She was so absorbed by him. His words were dominant, but she felt warm and safe.

Looking straight into his eyes, she reached for the string of her nightgown .She untied it, looking straight into his eyes. She yanked it down, slowly, without even breaking eye contact.His breath heaved.He was straining painfully in his pants. The gown fell to the floor. Her panties followed it, leaving her in nothing. A cold breeze washed over her body leaving goosebumps.Her nipples hardened. His breath hitched at the sight.

"Fucking gorgeous" He groaned.

She spread herself onto the bed in front of him , giving him a clear view of her core. Her hands slowly reached for the spot. She shifted her fingers towards the throbbing spot .She pushed them inside and outside teasing herself and then increased her pace.

"Open wider " she obeyed him without another word. Her legs instantly fell further apart .She twirled her fingers around her clit faster. She could feel the sensation of an impending orgasm in her lower belly .

"Stop " he demanded. A scream of frustration left her mouth. She glared at him.

"Now beg for it " She thought he was joking but his expression said otherwise.

"No " She was not going to fall for his antics .

"I won't beg " She pressed

"Oh you will " he sounded certain.

Her gaze zeroed onto his eyes. Tension snapped between them .

He let out a small laugh.He moved so fast and closed the distance between them . She felt shy wearing nothing while he's still wearing his cloak. Reading her thoughts, he removed his cloak. He was wearing a corset vest inside it. Y/N swallowed hard at the sight of all the muscles tightly packed inside his vest. It was sleeveless, giving her a great display of his inked arms full of tattoos and some scars that only added to his beauty. He took his sword in his hands, a smirk adorning his lips indicating nothing but danger.

He pressed the hilt of the sword inside her.

"Har..ry …." Her words were cut off by the feeling of cold metal .

"My Lord" , he commanded with a hard thrust.

He thrust it in and out making her shudder under him. He worked the sword inside her, eliciting pain and pleasure at the same time.The serpent guard of the sword hit her clit every time he thrust the handle inside her. He took the sword out and she whimpered at the lack of contact . He thrust it hard this time hitting a spot that made her eyes roll back .A moan escaped her mouth.

She rolled her hips in the rhythm of the sword.

"Like that , fuck my sword like you wish to fuck me."

She was close to an orgasm. He suddenly stopped .

"Now beg for it " He barked.

"Please " she was desperate to come at this point.

"Please what?" he was not going to let it go .

"Please let me cum, my lord"

"You could do better,"he taunted .

"Please make your whore come , My Lord."

He thrust harder in reply. Slurping noises filled the room, mixed with their moans. It took only one thrust to unleash her orgasm. She screamed like she could see Hell. He rode her through her orgasm and she was a mess after she came down from her high. But she felt like it was only the beginning.

"Because I am not done with you yet”

He said, reading her thoughts.

“I want to devour you, Y/N , I want to consume you, every inch, every breath, until you're a mess who can't see anything other than me. Now, tell me, who is your Lord ,Y/N?"

“You " she closed her eyes.

"Yes, I am your lord. And what are you to me?" She opened her mouth but no words came out. He gripped her throat pressing her firmly against the headboard.

"Your whore " tears pricked her eyes.

"You're doing well, darling. I'll fuck you like every whore wants. I'll bend you over, spank you till your ass cheeks turn red; until you beg me to make you come all over my cock ."

"Please,'' she begged.

He cocked an eyebrow at her clearly not satisfied by her request .

"Please make me come again ,My Lord." She sobbed, not caring anymore.

"I will "

He removed his vest followed by his pants. He was huge and hard . She eyed every inch of his body like it was her last sight. Her gaze dropped down to his cock. Her lips parted open at the sight.

"On your knees ,Now " he commanded.

Without even hesitation she sank onto the floor. He gripped her hair to make her stare at his cock.

"Open your mouth" she obliged his commands without any complaints.

Without taking his eyes off her he slipped the cock right into her mouth slowly until it reached her throat.Her eyes teared at the size . He bucked his hips into her mouth making her gag.

"For every gag, you're going to be punished hard, darling " He barked

She adjusted to his size immediately.She licked it top to bottom . Slowly started sucking it , she increased her pace then.She bobbed her head up and down with hollowed cheeks making his breath hitch.

"Faster , just like that my Whore , You're doing amazing "

Her hands reached his balls; slowly, rhythmically playing with it. He gripped her hair, thrusting deeper into her mouth. Saliva drooled from her lips making him moan at the sight. He fucked her mouth roughly. Her eyes watered at the feeling. A few more thrusts was all it took to make his hot cum drip into her mouth. It took him some minutes to come back from his high. He saw her looking at his face with her eyes watery, lips swollen from sucking his cock and face wet from sweat and his hot cum. He groaned at the sight. She felt accomplished. She felt proud making a part of a fallen angel cum under her touch. She never felt this much power and for the first time in her life she was not thinking about the consequences.

"Do you know how gorgeous you look right now, darling? Fucking beautiful, like a whore waiting for her Lord's cock inside her. Do you want my cock , darling?"

"Yes "she sounded excited.

"Have you ever loved a cock like you love your Lord's?"

"No " it was true .She never had seen anybody with a massive cock like his. It filled her mouth perfectly, reaching her throat, making her gag.

"Does your boyfriend let you fuck his cock with your mouth ,whore?" She moaned at the nickname.She didn't know she would love degradation until Harry. He made even degrading sound pleasing.Everytime the word whore left his mouth she felt herself getting wetter. It was sinful and dirty.

"Yes” He had sometimes but it wasn't rough. He hadn't yanked her hair or bucked his hips against her mouth. Sex with him was controlled and calculated. She never lost control with him .It was just like the other things in her life, precise and in order.

"And do you like it?" His face was nonchalant but words dripping venom. Is Lord of Lust , the second commander of Devil himself jealous of her ex-boyfriend? The thought made her even more wet.

"No" she sounded like a desperate giddy teenager.

"Why?"

"Cause ….." she trailed of.She wanted to say a hundred things but nothing came from her mouth. The anticipation was killing her.Her core ached for another release. Watching him fall apart in her mouth was a torture to say the least.

"You'll be punished for not answering, darling." His words are dominant and scary.

"No please" she said, but her mind screamed yes a thousand times.

"Bend down on my lap, I'll make it easier for you. You'll never hesitate for a moment to answer my questions." She wanted to put on an act of hesitation but nothing could hide the excitement from her face. She must have gone out of her mind or how could someone enjoy the idea of punishment. She's beyond fucked up at this point. But she could care less.

She did as he said and he pinched her nipple, making her shudder. He gently patted her ass cheeks. Goosebumps spread across her skin from the cold rings adorning his fingers. She hissed, trying to muffle her moans. He slapped her ass hard enough to make her scream aloud.

"Don't you dare hold back your moans, you understand?” She nodded.

"Good "another slap.

"You're such a whore, allowing a man centuries older than you to fuck you without even knowing how dangerous he is. Do you like if I let you fuck all the seven lords together, darling?Will you be greedy for all of their cocks, whore?"

"No"

He slapped her again and she screamed in pain and pleasure, a combination of pure bliss.

"Now tell me darling, will you be enjoying all their cocks?"

"No," she cried.

"Which cock will you love?"

"Yours, only yours"

"Fuck" he groaned "you'd be the death of me if I had one. I'll make you forget all the losers that ever touched your sweet pussy while my tongue fucks the hell out of you ."

She moaned his name again . He yanked her foreword kissing her lips possessively.Their mouths crashed against each other harder, almost desperate.Y/N’s heart fluttered at the sensation. No man will ever be enough for her. She wanted a man like him.

"Don't you dare think I'll make it easier for you, darling.You're My Whore , I'll fuck you like a whore. And you're right , once I'm done no one will ever be enough for you ."

Her face heated at the confession. He had read her thoughts. She could feel the blush creeping from her face to neck. She looked to hide her embarrassment only to watch his painfully hard cock . It strained for her. Her core clenched at the sight. She looked into his face only to find those emerald eyes turning black. It killed her. He wanted it as much as she did .She was on cloud nine, just thinking about it.

He didn't let her finish her thoughts. He flipped her back on the bed and spread her legs apart. She was dripping wet.

"Fucking wet for me, my whore. I love seeing you like this, with hazy eyes and wetness pooling between your legs only for me. I fucking love it"

She didn't get a chance to respond as he slammed into her. His thrusts were hard and desperate. He hissed at the feeling of her sweet pussy clenching around his cock.The feeling brought him a pleasure that was beyond Earth and Hell. He choked her with his long fingers .Tears sprung in her eyes. He slammed into her over and over again. Her hips arched for more. He took her nipple in his mouth while pinching the other one with his hands.She felt immortal. His pace was brutal. He bit her nipple to stimulate the sensation. He pounded into her in an insatiable hunger. She wiggled her hips to match his merciless rhythm. He quickened his thrusts hitting a spot within her. She felt the orgasm building inside her. It took only a few more thrusts to make her fall apart under him . After a few more thrusts, he too reached his climax.Before she could catch her breath he flipped her back muffling her moans into the pillow. He slammed into her from behind in a brutal thrust. A scream ripped through her as the new position made him hit the exact point.

"Scream my name, whore" he commanded, biting her shoulder. His fangs which she didn't realise were there till now, pierced into her shoulder. Blood swept from his mouth to her neck. His nails dug deeper into her ribs. She hissed in a pain that brought her orgasm closer. His thrusts were ferocious. An animalistic growl escaped his lips. She felt her inner demons breaking all the walls she created to bury them. She bucked her hips matching his energy. They reached a similar momentum . The world stilled as both of them fell apart together, filling the air with their whimpers and soft curses.

"You know how my cock felt inside you? Did you enjoy it too, darling?" His words were hoarse.

"I fucking loved it." Her words were incoherent from the mind-blowing sex.

"Has any body ever fucked you like this?" He asked.

"No never. I don't think anybody will ever"

Pleased with her reply, he fucked her again and again until she couldn't take it anymore. She felt exhausted when they finally finished. He slowly got up from the bed, took his dress and started dressing. She looked at him curiously.

"It's my cue to leave "

He was leaving.The thought made her sick. But she didn't try to make him stay. She accepted the fact that he didn't belong here. He was a demon. He had a different life and purpose. Maybe she'll find him again on a stormy night and maybe he'll fuck her like today again. Reading her thoughts he closed the distance between them.This time, it was a gentle kiss, a reminder that this is not the end .

"You haven't made me fall apart with your tongue, My Lord. Shame on your race, you didn't keep your promise." she smirked and he stopped dead in his tracks.

"Well, we can try again next year, I don’t think you’ll be able to take another orgasm " with that, he disappeared, his signature smirk adorning his lips.

"Don't go please….."

Y/n woke up abruptly with a pounding headache. What the hell! Was it a dream?She was dripping wet, from a dream! She looked down at her body. She was still wearing her nightgown. Nothing in her room was out of place. Everything was just the way she kept it. No signs of a storm. Harry, the Lord of Lust, the spanking, the sex…everything was a dream. She groaned in frustration.

Today she has to present her paper for her psychoanalysis class and here she was, waking up from a wet dream. It felt so realistic. She couldn't waste any time, she had to reach the college by 9.00. Danny had texted her that he would be there to pick her up within 25 minutes, which meant that she had to skip breakfast. She freshened up quickly and cladded herself in a black fitted skirt and a white shirt with a black blazer. She added stockings to her look to make it a little more modest. Danny was on time. Grabbing her presentation, she entered his car.

"Good Morning, ready for your presentation?" Danny asked in enthusiasm.

"Morning, and, yeah almost." She didn't seem that confident.

"You're going to rock it" he tried to boost her confidence.

"You're such a gem, but I'll be breaking your bones if you don't start the engine right now "

"Somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed today " he laughed trying to ease her anxiety which she replied with a laugh.

The presentation went great. Her professor was delighted by her findings. The day was pretty good, to say the least. She went to the cafeteria to grab her breakfast after her presentation. She was accompanied by Danny whom she told about her dream. Not the mind boggling details, but the way it seemed so realistic and all that. He laughed and tried to interpret what it meant using Freudian philosophy. Danny had to leave soon as he had a class that hour.

Y/N walked over to the counter to get a coffee. She was waiting for her turn when somebody poured their coffee into her heels.

"Jesus …I am so sorry " leaning down to wipe her heels, a raspy voice said, in a British accent. He took a tissue from his pocket and reached for her heels. She abruptly pulled back,

"It's okay, you don't have to do it"

"It's fine, afterall it was my mistake ", sitting on his knees, he looked up at her. Her breath hitched, heart pounding faster. Same curly hair, but this time without a half bun. Same rosy full lips and that chiselled jawline. She could hardly believe her eyes.

"Ha..Harry?" she whispered.

He stood up, surprised,

"Um, sorry, do I know you?"

Well, shit.

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Mafia AU Series

Chapter 2: If Only You Knew

Pairing: Mafia!Azul x F!Reader

Word Count: 3K

CW: none

A/N:

Hi hi! 🩷💜 Amidst the busy life and feeling sick from my period and menstrual cramps.. Chapter 2 is here! I had a bit of trouble with the middle part so I hope everything turned out alright. Anyways, I hope you enjoy! 🩷💜

Divider by @cafekitsune

Daytime seemed to pass by slower than usual ever since meeting Azul last night. It seemed like your home lessons and studies droned on forever.

Were classes always this long?

You tried to focus on what your governess was teaching you but your eyes discreetly kept glancing at the fancy big wall clock inside the grand library that also functioned as your classroom. You tapped your pen on the desk in a rhythmic beat as you counted down the hours until you get to see your friend again.

After a long, tedious day, the moment to sneak out has finally arrived. You were dressed in your usual long sleeved nightgown and a pair of slippers. A small picnic basket filled with various snacks and a bottle of juice was held by your hands as you slipped into the night and walked through the forest once more.

It still felt a bit creepy to walk in the dark so to ease your nerves, you began singing again. You continued to do so until you started to see the clearing that revealed your destination, and there it was again. The blue lake reflecting the white glow of the moon. The tall, swaying trees in the background. The familiar wooden cabin. But..

Where's Azul?

There was no sign of him. You walked closer to the cabin and peered inside the window but didn't see him inside either.

"Hmmm.. maybe I got here a bit early. Or maybe he's busy somewhere?" You contemplated. "Mmm.. I guess I'll sit down and wait for him then!"

You settled on the front porch and sat down on the stairs, placing the basket you brought to your side. You hummed to yourself as your eyes searched the surrounding area hoping to see your new friend, completely unaware that he was already there, just not in plain sight.

Azul was hiding in the forest behind a large tree. Far enough to not be seen, but close enough to still see you. He does want to meet you and is curious about you. But somehow, Azul felt afraid that you were just too good to be true. To think that someone would want to be with him, spend time with him, and not make fun of him. He didn't want to get his hopes up and make a fool of himself again, remembering the past incidents in his life, so he chose to wait in the shadows and give you a little test. To see how much you really mean when you said you wanted to meet him again.

Five minutes passed. Followed by ten minutes. Fifteen minutes. Thirty minutes. It had been an hour already, yet you didn't leave. You sat at the same spot. Did the same head movements looking around. The soft smile ever present on your face as you continued to sing. Azul couldn't actually hear you though, but that's what he assumed with the way your lips moved. You didn't seem to have the intention of going back anytime soon without seeing him, causing Azul to sigh.

"She's not leaving, is she? I guess she really wants to see me again if she's waiting this long." He sighed once more before finally emerging from the shadows and walked towards you. While getting closer, he heard your voice being carried by the wind. A soft and beautiful voice singing.

Azul suddenly stopped walking. The way your melodious voice reverberated in his heart and ears. The way you smiled so gently and beautifully. The way you glowed from the light of the moonbeam. He thought you looked like a princess straight out of a fairytale.

At some point you turned your head towards him and your eyes met. Azul saw the surprise in them, before changing into one of extreme delight.

"Azul, you're here!" You ran towards him and engulfed him in a hug, flustering the gray-haired boy. "Welcome back! How are you? Have you been busy? What did you do today?"

He could see the excitement radiating from you, from the way your eyes gleamed and the way your smile seemed brighter.

"D-did you really have to hug me?" he asked with a blush on his face.

"Sorry, I was just too excited to see you again," you replied while giggling, before letting him go.

"Have you been waiting long?" He acted like he hadn't been watching you from afar and pretended to not know anything.

"I'm not really sure, but it's alright! I'm just really happy to see you again. I brought some snacks and drinks with me." You pulled at his hand which caused him to blush and made him sit on the stairs beside you. "I'm not sure exactly what you like so I brought different kinds of snacks with me. I hope you like something from here!"

You showed him the contents of your basket and Azul felt his stomach go hungry at seeing so many delicious treats. He was tempted to eat, but decided against it.

"Thank you, but I will have to pass."

"You don't like any of them? Then can you tell me what you like so I know what to bring for you next time?"

"Don't bother. I'm on a strict diet."

"Diet? But I think your body looks great."

Azul frowned at your comment. "Save your flattery. I know it's not."

"But it is! You look handsome, you know? I'm sure other people think so too!"

Azul scoffed, especially at the latter part. "You're just saying that to butter me up."

"No, I mean it. I do think you look handsome!" You looked at him with sincerity in your eyes to show how genuine you are with your comment, before it shifted to that of worry. "Did.. someone say you're not?"

Azul felt his eyes widened in surprise, before slowly turning to look away. "I didn't say that."

You didn't say anything afterwards and just continued to stare at him. You didn't know the whole story, but from the way he acted you were positive someone said something mean about him. It hurt you to think someone would do such a thing, especially to your friend.

Meanwhile, Azul had his arms crossed in front of him as he chose to look away from you. With the way you continued to gaze at him, Azul felt that your mind was turning its gears and figuring him out. For someone who looked so naive, it seemed you could also be quite perceptive.

It was quiet for a moment, until you chose to break the silence. "Well, they're wrong."

"Excuse me?" Azul looked bewildered at you.

"I don't know exactly what they said to you, but whatever negative comment it is, they are wrong. They're wrong to say such things about you. You're a handsome boy. I'm positive you are very talented too! I can feel it. And when we grow up, you're going to look even more handsome and become a very attractive man especially with your many talents and skills! I'm sure of it!" You ended your message with the most genuine smile you have.

His blue eyes widened in shock and Azul felt his cheeks becoming warm from your speech. He was tongue-tied, and seeing your sincere expression made Azul feel something inside. He wasn't sure what it was, but it felt.. warm.

"You," he said. "You're.. different."

You could only blink at him as you tilted your head to side in confusion. "Different? Is that bad?"

To Azul, you weren't like the usual people around him. You weren't mean. You didn't have a dark, hidden agenda with your words and actions. You were a kind soul. Someone who was pure and innocent.

Were you different? Truly.

But was that bad?

"...no. Not really," He smiled at you. It was small, but enough for you to see and realize how genuine it was. It made your lips curve into a smile and for some reason, it also made your heart flutter.

Thump. Thump.

"Yey! I'm glad!! Now let's eat!" You set down the snacks and pulled out the juice bottle and some paper cups. "Here, you get first pick!"

Azul was hesitant at first, but seeing the gleeful and anticipating look in your eyes made him decide to at least get one. "Maybe just one, I guess."

"Just one?" You pouted.

"I'm still going to do my diet. I always keep count of my calories and I've already reached my limit for today, but-" He took a single bite of the snack he chose. "I might make an exception. Just for you." He said while looking at you in the eye.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

You felt something weird happening to your heart again. It was pounding and racing a bit faster, but you decide to ignore the feeling for now.

"Hehe. Well, I feel flattered. Thank you Azul!" You said while smiling.

The two of you started a casual conversation while eating and got to know each other more. You found out that Azul was actually a year ahead of you, and that his birthday was on the 24th of February. You found out about his hobby where he collects coins and made a mental note to yourself to look for one and give to him.

Eventually, your conversation took a deeper turn when he eventually told you about his past experience and how it changed him. His classmates bullied him for being chubby and slow. He was told that he was weak and a crybaby for everytime they'd make fun of him. They even game him a nickname. They called him the silly octopus. It didn't help that even his own father was displeased with his performance.

"And that's why I vowed to changed myself. To become stronger, smarter, and better than everyone who belittled me. I would rise above all and prove to them that they were wrong," he said firmly, the sheer tenacity clearly present in his blue eyes.

You couldn't help but admire his strong determination to do something like that even after what he's been through. "Then I'll be here to support you! And I wish you luck in achieving your goals."

"Heh. I don't need luck. Because I'll be sure to plan for everything and make sure it happens myself. No matter what." The resolve was still there in his eyes, but the more you gazed at them, the more you realized that there was something amiss. There was something in his eyes than just being better than those who bullied him. A tinge of something.. dark. You weren't sure what it was so you chose to ignore it and just smiled at his comment.

You continued your conversation with Azul and found out some other things. Like how he actually found this area and stumbled upon the lonely cabin by accident. Seeing how abandoned it was and how no one uses it anymore, he decided to fix the place and made it his own. Your eyes marveled at the fact he was able to restore the place by himself.

He also told you about his parents' divorce. After some time, his mother got remarried to the lawyer who helped with her divorce, but Azul wasn't displeased with the man. You found out his stepfather was actually a good man based on how positive Azul was describing him.

"Speaking of parents, your mother appears to be very strict and cold if she doesn't let you out of the house and barely talks to you. What about your father?"

His question caught you off guard a bit and you couldn't help but look away, eyes cast downward in a sad expression. "He's not here."

"What do you mean?"

"My father is.. somewhere I cannot reach. He's not coming back."

Azul finally understood the meaning behind your words. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay. It's actually been a few years now. I just.. I still feel sad thinking about it."

You felt a hand on your back patting you and realized Azul was trying to comfort you. His actions were stiff and a bit awkward, but you found it endearing to see him try to make you feel better.

"Hehe. Thank you, Azul." You moved closer to him and gave him a hug. You felt his entire body go rigid, before awkwardly wrapping his arms around your small frame. You couldn't help but chuckle at how cute he was.

You pulled back from him and gave him a smile. "Thank you, Azul. I really appreciate it. I want to talk with you some more but I think it's getting late."

You and Azul clean up the mini-picnic you had and start to get up from the stairs you've been sitting on. You bid each other goodnight and promised to see each other again the following night. You were about to walk away when you heard Azul call out to you.

"Wait!"

"Hm? What's wrong?"

"...let me walk you home. It's dark. Darker than when you went home yesterday. It might be dangerous."

"I don't want to bother you. And besides, wouldn't it take longer for you to get home? I'll get worried. What if something happens to you?"

"I assure you I'll be fine, Y/N. I can take care of myself. Now, let's go."

Azul didn't seem keen in taking no for an answer and so now you were walking together with him. He insisted to even carry the basket for you but you didn't let go of it, saying that you wouldn't want to bother him when he was already walking you home.

"It's a bit dark around here. Are you not afraid of the dark?" You asked.

"Not really. I'm actually used to it. Are you?" He asked you back.

"Wow. That's amazing! I wish I was as brave as you. And to be honest, I actually am a bit afraid of the dark. I'm afraid of what's going to come out of it," you said anxiously.

"Then it's good that I offered to walk you home then. I'll be sure to walk you home every time we meet," he said as you continued to walk.

It was a gentlemanly offer from Azul. He was being so polite and considerate of you, and it stirred something in your heart.

"You're so kind and sweet Azul. Thank you," you smiled gratefully at him.

Your words caused him to blush as he tried to cover his warm face with a hand. "It's nothing."

You continued treading the path back to your house when you accidentally tripped on something. Your right foot got tangled in a vine, but luckily Azul had a knife with him for emergencies and cut it.

After some time, you started to see the mansion.

"That's my house, and that's my balcony by the way!" You pointed to the elegant balcony that was connected to your bedroom. "Thank you for walking me back Azul. I'll see you tomorrow."

You gave him a quick hug before sneaking back inside. Thankfully, you didn't come across anyone and was able to return to your room without any trouble. You let out a sigh as you put down the basket and made your way to the balcony.

I wonder if he's still there.

You opened the glass door with a soft clink and stepped outside. To your surprise, Azul was still there where you left him. You double checked to make sure no one was looking before giving him a wave and signaling him to go home. You smiled at him as he bid you farewell and turned to leave. You continued to watch his retreating form until you couldn't see him anymore.

...

It was much later in the night when you returned compared to yesterday, but it didn't matter. As long as you got to spend time with Azul, it was all worth it.

You brushed your teeth after changing your clothes and finally settled under the covers of your bed. As you closed your eyes, your mind went back to one particular line.

"I might make an exception. Just for you."

And your eyes instantly opened. You felt the pounding in your heart again as you placed your hand on top of your chest.

What is this feeling?

As much as you think, you couldn't exactly fathom what it was. Later, your mind drifted to your moments with Azul. How he smiled at you. How he comforted you. How he said he'd always walk you back.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

There it is again. It always happened when you were with Azul or thinking about him. It was weird, to say the least. But, why does it make you feel so warm inside? So.. happy?

You still didn't know the answer, but you can figure it out later. At least you were happy, right? You giggled to yourself as you turned to your side and hugged your pillow. Thoughts of Azul filled your head once more before eventually succumbing to sleep.

...

Azul lay awake on his bed, his mind replaying his earlier moments with you.

He didn't know why he was open and vulnerable with you. Why he gave in to your warmth. Why he did things for you. Making exceptions for you.

You were just.. different. Different from anyone else he met. Azul couldn't help but be drawn to you. He doesn't know why exactly. Thinking about it just left him with more questions than answers, but maybe he could figure it at a later time. Right now, he simply felt.. content.

He was content with you.

The moonbeam passed through his window. It was for a moment, but enough to show the glint of an intricate looking knife on top of his table.

...

"Ooh! I didn't know you had a knife with you. Isn't it dangerous?" You said as you sat on the ground.

"It's just for emergencies," Azul replied.

"Like this one?" You asked, referring to the vine he was cutting that tangled in your foot.

"Exactly."

"I see. That's very useful to have! But still, be careful. The chef out my house said it's very dangerous."

...

Dangerous.

Azul sighed as his mood turned bitter. Danger was a constant in his life, and he'd soon become a dangerous man himself.

If you knew who he truly was, would you still talk to him? Would you still spend time with him? Would you give him your hugs? Would you still care?

If only he knew the answer.

If only.

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[noforkingclue]

Yay! If you'd like I think Kelpie!Thomas Shelby could be fab. I used to have a fairytale book where a kelpie in the form of a grey horse went on land to gain a bride since he was lonely. After he tricked a girl to jump on his back he dragged her underwater into his palace where he transformed into a handsome young man. I think a no nonsense reader that would go "Nah, fam. Normal horses dont have eyes like that. I don't mess with the fair folk." could be fun. Hence some serious trickery from him to get her to ride him. Tommy sure is strange and handsome enough to be fae. Also the general water and equestrian associations suit him I think.

Last fic of 2022!!!

Fucking hell, where has this year gone???

I hope you guys like the fic :D

Title: Mysterious Horses

Peaky Blinders tag list: @stylesofloki, @ohshititsfenharel, @lenaskyler02, @elenavampire21

Thomas Shelby tag list: @alreadybroken-ts, @darlingdevil, @lyrxbz, @watercolorskyy, @notyour-valentine

Everything tag list: @greenrevolutionary, @byebyebreezywrites, @spngingerbread21, @layazul, @lov3vivian, @simonsbluee

Ever since you were a child you had always been warned to stay away from the canals. To avoid going near them, especially after dark. If you have to walk by them always make sure to go with someone. Most importantly, if you ever see a horse by the water- run. Run away and don’t look back.

When you were a child you used to lap up thee creepy stories and took them to heart. You were only by the water under the careful watch of your parents. You never went there after dark, even if your parents were with you. However, as you grew older your belief in these stories waned. They just became another method for your parents to control you (or at least you believed). You began to venture out near sunset and when you eventually moved out, stayed out after dark.

Which was when you saw it.

It was late one night and a chill was just settling in the air. You were walking home after a late night working in a pub and you decided to walk by the canal. The only sound was the soft click of your heels. You were about halfway through your route when you saw it. The most beautiful horse you had ever seen. It was standing in the middle of the water and when you stopped it slowly walked over to you. There wasn’t even a ripple in the water when it walked over to you and you found yourself rooted to the spot. When it was right in front of you, you found yourself slowly raising a hand to touch it.

Then you remembered the stories from your childhood and like a flash you removed your hand. You shook your head and glared at the horse, the horse with the brightest blue eyes you had ever seen.

“Nice try,” you said, “But I’m not giving in that easily.”

You continued on your way home, wrapping your arms around you tightly. You never thought that those stories had been true. Even though you had seen the horse someone you still didn’t completely believe it. It just seemed too unbelievable to be true. You looked behind you and the uneasiness increased when you realised that the horse wasn’t there anymore.

“It’s dangerous for a young lady to be walking by herself so late at night.”

You spun around and saw no one. You blinked at the darkness and then jumped as the click of a lighter cut through the silence. A flame danced in the blackness and lit up the face of the most infamous man in Birmingham. You had also been warned against the Shelby’s and not just because of the obvious reasons.

‘Stay away from the Shelby family,’ your mother had told you one day, ‘For darkness lies within them.’

You swallowed thickly and took a step away from him.

“Mr Shelby.” You said as you tried to stop the shake in your voice

“Tommy.” He corrected you, smiling at your nervousness

“I’m quite safe,” you said, “I’ve taken this route home hundreds of times before.”

“I wonder why.”

“I said-“

“I’ll walk you home.”

The tone of Tommy’s voice told you that there was no room for argument. It was a peaceful silence which you weren’t expecting from the gangster. You took the cigarette he offered you as the two of you continued your walk in the darkness. However, there was something you couldn’t quite put your finger on. Tommy, seeing to sense your growing unease, looked over at you.

“What’s wrong.” He stated

“Nothing. Just tired.”

“Don’t lie to me y/n.”

You frowned, coming to a halt.

“How do you know my name?” you asked

Tommy walked several more steps before stopping. He didn’t turn around and took another drag out his cigarette. He looked at you over his shoulder and said,

“It’s late. You really should be home.”

He didn’t wait for your response as he continued to walk. It was then that you realised what it was that had been bothering you. It sounded like Tommy was walking on wet ground but it hadn’t been raining.

“It was you,” you said, “The horse.”

Tommy sighed and once again stopped. He turned around and you found yourself frozen to the spot. You wished that you had the strength to run away but it was as through your blood had turned to ice.

“It would’ve easier for you if you just accepted my offer.” He said

“Offer?”

“Yes,” Tommy slowly walk over to you, “But it seems that… other methods might be needed.”

He raised a hand and grazed his fingers down your cheek. His fingers were icy and his bright blue eyes shone in the darkness. You became aware of just how quiet it was. It was as though you and Tommy were the only two people left in Birmingham.

“This is certainly going to be interesting. Isn’t it, love?”

#fanfiction #Peaky Blinders #reader insert #request #thomas shelby #Tommy Shelby #thomas shelby x reader #tommy shelby x reader

[avirael]

Lord of the Inferno

With drawn weapons the Amalj’aa had led them to their stronghold.

A’viloh knew better than to resist.

The memory of the sleep spell that had hit him at the Invisible City still made him feel dizzy. The effect had long worn off but that feeling of helplessness as he collapsed to the ground and his vision started to blur, while the beast men and the traitors looked down on him, was harder to shake off.

The Amalj’aa terrified him. Since the day his parents had been killed he occasionally dreamt of the creatures. Their angry wild faces and their growls that made his blood freeze in his veins. The blood-drenched desert sand and his mother’s face with blank eyes staring right through him.

Another of those nightmares that made him wake up screaming in the middle of the night. This time however he wasn’t sleeping and he wouldn’t wake up in the safety of his room.

A’viloh was surprised the beasts hadn’t killed him and the other soldiers yet and left their corpse’s to feed the vultures. Somehow he feared that whatever they had planned for them would be even worse…

As if to prove him right the Amalj’aa’s pleas to their god were answered by an ominous rumbling. Suddenly everything went dark as the sun above turned soot-black. For a moment A’viloh observed the strange phenomenon before he noticed the flames that seemed to rain down from the eclipsed sun. Something came closer with incredible speed, like a small comet falling from the sky.

He gasped as he realised what it was, only seconds before the monstrosity hit the ground a few yalms before them. With a bloodcurdling growl Ifrit unfolded it’s limbs and straightened itself. A’viloh could feel the heat of it’s flames on his skin and yet he shuddered.

“Pitiful children of man! By my breath I claim you!”, the primal’s voice sounded deep and threatening and A’viloh felt how it’s words tried to drill itself into his mind. “Arise anew as my loyal minions! Feed my flames with your faith, and all who stand against us shall burn!”

Ifrit took a deep breath and then with a horrible roar spit out a wave of fire. A frightened cry escaped A’viloh’s lips as he uselessly threw up his arms to defend himself. The bright flames washed over him and he already braced himself for the unbearable pain of being burned alive, when to his surprise he realised that the fire didn’t feel hot at all.

Confused A’viloh blinked and stared at the flames that engulfed his body. Slowly they faded and left his skin unharmed from any burns or blisters and his clothes unsinged. But how was that possible?

Then he noticed the whispers and moans around him. He turned and saw that the other soldiers looked physically unharmed too but instead something else seemed entirely wrong about them. Some of them sank to their knees, while others raised their arms, all of them shared the same glazed and absent look in their eyes. With murmurs they joined the Amalj’aa in the worship of their fire-god.

Tempered.

A’viloh had heard stories about such happenings when he had still lived at the Forgotten Springs but never saw proof that it was a real thing. Sure none of them would have accused the grown ups of making things like this up, but secretly A’viloh and the other kids had always assumed that it was nothing but a fairytale meant to scare them away from leaving the village on their own.

Suddenly all eyes were fixed on him. He was as confused as them about the fact that Ifrit’s flames hadn’t affected him the same way it had the others.

Angrily the primal snarled, his piercing fiery eyes focused on A’viloh. Maybe Ifrit wasn’t able to take over his mind but it could very well just tear him to pieces with it’s sharp fangs and long glowing claws.

Fight!, a voice in his head yelled but all he wanted was to run away and hide somewhere.

Where would you even run, you coward?, he scolded himself in his thoughts. He was surrounded by fire and Amalj’aa, there was no way to flee. And even if there was, he couldn’t just abandon these people.

He didn’t expect to make it out of this alive, when he slowly reached for his weapons and took a deep breath to calm his nerves. As the primal’s giant claw slashed at him he dodged and rolled forward. All he could hope was to at least be able to put up a good fight.

One that would make the people who always believed in him proud.

#ffxiv #final fantasy xiv #ff14 #final fantasy 14 #ffxiv writing #ffxiv screenshots #ff14 screenshots #ffxiv gpose #gpose #a'viloh tia #I took that screenshot a long time ago and tried to write something for it ever since... #the announcement of the ffxvi crossover event seemed like a good opportunity

[foodandfolklore]

Godmother Death

Since it's Almost the 31st of October, I've been poking around for old Fables and fairytales that fit the season. Sure there's Halloween and spooky season which allows many people to dress up and embrace the fun. And I love that! But some spiritual and Cultural paths believe this time of the year is when the veil of the living and the dead thins, allowing for those who have passed to come and pay us a visit. Personally, I kinda like the idea of that.

So I found a Slavic folk tale written by A.H Wratislaw in 1889. It is about death taking on a Godchild. There are many things I find interesting in this story. The first and most obvious thing being that Death is not something to fear. Death is a kind and fairly pretty Woman. It goes against a lot of how death has been built up in Christian stories. Which brings me to interesting point number 2, Death and Religion seem to be separate. Which I like. Yes death seems to be Religious, but they don't claim to be part of a higher power or chain of command. They haven't been re-written to be an angel. Just....Death. And finally the third thing I found interesting was the Fact Death was not only a Woman, but a Woman with knowledge about medicine and healing. During this time period in England (Where the author is from) and many other parts of the world, Women were fighting to be allowed to be Doctors. But there was massive push back on this as anyone who has skimmed women's rights history can imagine. So I wonder if the author had an opinion about this, and tried to use old folk tales to communicate a point. Perhaps he felt women were capable of being just as good of doctors as men?

This is a slightly more awkward read. So I wanted to give a few key notes on word meanings to help people like me who were thrown off. Gossip: It means Good friend or buddy Sexton: A church care taker Taper: Candle. Like the tall, skinny kinds.

There was a man, very poor in this world’s goods, whose wife presented him with a baby boy. No one was willing to stand sponsor, because he was so very poor. The father said to himself: ‘Dear Lord, I am so poor that no one is willing to be at my service in this matter; I’ll take the baby, I’ll go, and I’ll ask the first person I meet to act as sponsor, and if I don’t meet anybody, perhaps the sexton will help me.’

He went and met Death, but didn’t know what manner of person she was; she was a handsome woman, like any other woman. He asked her to be godmother. She didn’t make any excuse, and immediately saluted him as parent of her godchild, took the baby in her arms, and carried him to church. The little lad was properly christened. When they came out of church, the child’s father took the godmother to an inn, and wanted to give her a little treat as godmother. But she said to him, ‘Gossip, leave this alone, and come with me to my abode.’

She took him with her to her apartment, which was very handsomely furnished. Afterwards she conducted him into great vaults, and through these vaults they went right into the underworld in the dark. There tapers were burning of three sizes–small, large, and middle-sized; and those which were not yet alight were very large. The godmother said to the godchild’s father: ‘Look, Gossip, here I have the duration of everybody’s life.’ The child’s father gazed thereat, found there a tiny taper close to the very ground, and asked her: ‘But, Gossip, I pray you, whose is this little taper close to the ground?’ She said to him: ‘That is yours! When any taper whatsoever burns down, I must go for that man.’

He said to her: ‘Gossip, I pray you, give me somewhat additional.’ She said to him: ‘Gossip, I cannot do that!’ Afterwards she went and lighted a large new taper for the baby boy whom they had had christened. Meanwhile, while the godmother was not looking, the child’s father took for himself a large new taper, lit it, and placed it where his tiny taper was burning down.

The godmother looked round at him and said: ‘Gossip, you ought not to have done that to me; but if you have given yourself additional lifetime, you have done so and possess it. Let us go hence, and we’ll go to your wife.’

She took a present, and went with the child’s father and the child to the mother. She arrived, and placed the boy on his mother’s bed, and asked her how she was, and whether she had any pain anywhere. The mother confided her griefs to her, and the father sent for some beer, and wanted to entertain her in his cottage, as godmother, in order to gratify her and show his gratitude. They drank and feasted together. Afterwards the godmother said to her godchild’s father: ‘Gossip, you are so poor that no one but myself would be at your service in this matter; but never mind, you shall bear me in memory! I will go to the houses of various respectable people and make them ill, and you shall physic and cure them. I will tell you all the remedies. I possess them all, and everybody will be glad to recompense you well, only observe this: When I stand at anyone’s feet, you can be of assistance to every such person; but if I stand at anybody’s head, don’t attempt to aid him.’

It came to pass. The child’s father went from patient to patient, where the god-mother caused illness, and benefited every one. All at once he became a distinguished physician. A prince was dying–nay, he had breathed his last–nevertheless, they sent for the physician. He came, he began to anoint him with salves and give him his powders, and did him good. When he had restored him to health, they paid him well, without asking how much they were indebted. Again, a count was dying. They sent for the physician again. The physician came.

Death was standing behind the bed at his head. The physician cried: ‘It’s a bad case, but we’ll have a try.’ He summoned the servants, and ordered them to turn the bed round with the patient’s feet towards Death, and began to anoint him with salves and administer powders into his mouth, and did him good. The count paid him in return as much as he could carry away, without ever asking how much he was indebted; he was only too glad that he had restored him to health. When Death met the physician, she said to him: ‘Gossip, if this occurs to you again, don’t play me that trick any more. True, you have done him good, but only for a while; I must, none the less, take him off whither he is due.’ The child’s father went on in this way for some years; he was now very old. But at last he was wearied out, and asked Death herself to take him. Death was unable to take him, because he had given himself a long additional taper; she was obliged to wait till it burned out. One day he drove to a certain patient to restore him to health, and did so.

Afterwards Death revealed herself to him, and rode with him in his carriage. She began to tickle and play with him, and tap him with a green twig under the throat; he threw himself into her lap, and went off into the last sleep. Death laid him in the carriage, and took herself off. They found the physician lying dead in his carriage, and conveyed him home. The whole town and all the villages lamented: ‘That physician is much to be regretted. What a good doctor he was! He was of great assistance; there will never be his like again!’ His son remained after him, but had not the same skill.

The son went one day into church, and his godmother met him. She asked him: ‘My dear son, how are you?’ He said to her: ‘Not all alike; so long as I have what my dad saved up for me, it is well with me, but after that the Lord God knows how it will be with me.’ His godmother said: ‘Well, my son, fear nought. I am your christening mamma; I helped your father to what he had, and will give you, too, a livelihood. You shall go to a physician as a pupil, and you shall be more skilful than he, only behave nicely.’

After this she anointed him with salve over the ears, and conducted him to a physician. The physician didn’t know what manner of lady it was, and what sort of son she brought him for instruction. The lady enjoined her son to behave nicely, and requested the physician to instruct him well, and bring him into a good position. Then she took leave of him and departed. The physician and the lad went together to gather herbs, and each herb cried out to the pupil what remedial virtue it had, and the pupil gathered it. The physician also gathered herbs, but knew not, with regard to any herb, what remedial virtue it possessed. The pupil’s herbs were beneficial in every disease. The physician said to the pupil: ‘You are cleverer than I, for I diagnose no one that comes to me; but you know herbs counter to every disease. Do you know what? Let us join partnership. I will give my doctor’s diploma up to you, and will be your assistant, and am willing to be with you till death.’

The lad was successful in doctoring and curing till his taper burned out in limbo.

#death #grim reaper #slavic folklore #samhain #halloween #food and folklore #godmother #scary godmother #woman doctors #october #witch #pagan #fairytale #folktale #folklore #brothers grimm #fairy tales #fantasy #klickwitch #herbs

[thesmokingguns]

City of Angels Chapter One

The bed was a King sized which was good because as I sat in the middle of it, two curly haired devils with their fathers intense eyes laid against me. Pajamas washed in Dreft that smelled the same as the onesies I had brought them home in, years ago. Everytime their father would pull their small little pajamas out of the drawers he would look at me, teasing me how I yearned for another.

He wasn’t wrong.

“Mama, tell us the story again.” Sweet little Bennett spoke with a lisp. His s’s coming out with long sounds that I cherished. My eyes fluttered down to him, squeezing him tight against me as I kissed his hair, tickled his belly.

“What story?” I played dumb, the little giggles of him and his twin sister Bernadette made my heart fly up. My two B’s. Bennie and Bernie, my sweet babies.

Nights like this as we snuggled up in the bed, my darling children all curled up close with me was everything. Motherhood seemed to be what I was meant to be in life. Having the little against me, getting to take care of them and shower them with all the love in the world. My heart was overflowing.

“Mama.” Bernie giggled, her head tucked against me as I laid back on the bed, two little ones crawling up and making sure to spread over me like a blanket. “The story of you and Daddy!” their little chins were pointy as they stuck against me and I wished that they could stay this little forever, to be this excited to hear me tell the most important story of my life.

The story of how their father and I met wasn’t the fairytale that I painted it to be. But at three a love story shouldn’t be filled with monsters so I painted over the horrors and held them closer reminding myself that getting through all the monsters, slaying the beast had led me to this moment, here with my children.

And that was worth it.

“”A not that long ago in a place that's far enough away there was a princess who was going to a ball. At the ball there were going to be many Princes and Princesses but on that night she hadn't expected to meet the one who was her happily ever after…”

July 1989

Axl’s condo in Hollywood was the place to be tonight. Everyone that he knew or had met even once had been invited to the housewarming party he was throwing for himself. As a member of his band and one of his oldest friends Izzy had to come, despite his desire to stay at home and write the song he had been working on in his head he had shown up, glancing at his watch several times in the ten minutes that he had been there. He just needed to see Axl, hand him the present, some expensive bottle of wine that Izzy had asked the man behind the counter of the stove several times if he had rang it up correctly, so he could leave.

The red haired singer was moving through his home, the easy smile on his face as he gave hugs and shook hands as he saw all these people who he had welcomed into his life and would be part of his future.

“Enola.” her head turned, her hair fanning out as she looked at who was calling her name. The glass bottle of beer in her hand was half warm, the two sips she had taken from it not enough to keep it fresh. As Axl made his way over, pushing through people to get to the dark haired girl Izzy spotted him and his way the fuck out of this party.

Two men, pushing their way to this central figure who was stepping out of the crowd of women she was with and making space. Axl was wrapping her in his arms, not noticing the way she tensed for a second and letting the redhead swing her off her feet, twirling her around once before placing her back on her feet.

“You came!” She was hit or miss with invitations and preferred silence at times, even though she tried to push herself sometimes the wall was still up. A wall that Axl never seemed to realize was there. “Do you need another drink?” he was reaching for the full beer, the small frown on his face as he took the full warm beer from her hand.

Before he could comment on it he was met with Izzy who was flushed with annoyance and pressing a bottle of wine into his arms. Axl looked down at the bottle with its french name in gold swirling font, his friend looking furious from the idea that he spent so much money on something that his friend would probably never drink or worse would pop to impress some girl on Izzy’s dime.

“Nice place.” Izzy was trying to keep his word count low as he thought about how he could get out of talking to him and leave. His eyes glanced beside Axl and paused, the girl with the dark hair seemed to be having the same idea as Izzy, using the distraction to move away to a group of girls before she was sliding from his view.

Axl’s head snapped from the bottle up to offer Enola a glass and realized she was gone, worse was the way that Izzy was looking after her with that look on his face that Axl had only seen a scattering of times. The sort of look that he absolutely did not want to see with the girl Axl had been pursuing since she popped up at a party a month ago. He had put in actual work with Enola and he wasn’t going to let the guitarist get in the way of it.

“Who-”

“No.” Izzy looked at Axl as he shook his head at him, the look on his face hard set as he watched his guitarist with pursed lips, “Stay away from her, Izzy. She is not your type.” At this Izzy knew that she was exactly his type.

But Izzy held up his hands, knowing better than to show Axl he had any serious interest in her because then it would become some competition. Izzy wasn’t interested in fighting with the lead singer but he was still intrigued by the way that lilacs wafted in the air from the way her hair had twirled as she spun. It was fresh and new, not the vanilla lotions or coconut suntan lotion that was prevalent in Southern California.

“You don’t have to stay.” Axl was staring at him, mad that Izzy had shown up now and saw Enola because he was possessive of her already. Maybe it was because she was so hard to pin down.

Axl had been trying to get to know her deeper but Enola was so surface level. She never gave him her phone number, he had no idea where she lived or where she was from. She seemed to know everyone at the parties but no one could pinpoint where they knew her from or when they had been friends. She would just show up, this fresh breeze with her denim jeans and slightly heeled white boots. She never smoked and barely drank, but she laughed loud with everyone and seemed to understand what fun was. And Axl was hooked by the calm lavender colored energy that she exuded.

Enola was the first person that Axl met and really thought that he wanted to have this relationship with. The first girl who didn’t throw herself at him because of his band name and wanted to hook up with him. She laughed with him and was so easy going when they talked. The realness of her always shocked him because he forgot there were women like that still around.

The idea that Izzy had glimpsed her and already knew she was special was infuriating to him.

Izzy smirked at the lead singer, looking at him with the sort of expression on his face but with this new thought of how he wasn’t going to go anywhere until he met the girl who was beside them a moment before.

“I have nothing  better to do, might as well enjoy the free food and booze. But you have a lot of guests, Axl. You should probably greet them.” Izzy was slinkering off now, searching for the girl whose name he didn’t know.

And Axl was being rushed by guests knowing that he couldn’t keep an eye on the man. All that he could hope was that he didn’t find Enola.

The smell of lilacs had Izzy turning and weaving through crowds, leaving conversations in the middle of discussions as he tried to search out the mystery girl that he was looking for. His mind was on the small glimpse of the person he had seen. The way her dark hair had fanned out and how he had been so curious to see more. Was it his curiosity leading him towards her or was it something else?

Enola slipped out of the apartment, her white boots had a scuff on them from some clumsy idiot stepping back on her foot as she tried to navigate the maze of bodies out of Axl’s apartment. Sitting down on the landing she pulled the boot off, having a lady Macbeth moment where she was using her t-shirt to press on the boot to get the spot out.

“When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd, And the great star early droop'd in the western sky in the night, I mourn'd, and yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring.” her head turned at the first  lines of the poem, scanning the man who was coming towards her. He seemed as surprised as she was by the words of Walt Whitman that had just poured from his lips.

Pulling the boot on and standing up she looked at the stranger, the way he seemed calm and yet uncomfortable in her presence. She was beautiful in this different way. It was the round shape of her brown eyes, the splattering of freckles on your soft skin, dark hair wild and untamed in silky strands. She could be any girl in America and yet here she was outside of his lead singers apartment.

“I’m Izzy.”

“I’m leaving. Goodbye.” she turned, the click of her heels boots as she bound down the stairs. He watched her, the way her hair bounced with each step as she moved out of the apartment. He was shocked at her quick departure, unsure of what to do. If he chased her it would be stranger.

“What’s your name?” he called after her, watching her stop, eyes flashing up to look at him and this sort of smile that was on her face. Something about the way her lips turned up and she was seeming to bloom with this mischievous smile that was on her face had Izzy’s breath catch in his throat. She threw her head back and laughed, her fingers waving as she took off running out.

The only thing Izzy heard was the slam of the front door.

His head rested against the metal bar and he should have been upset but he touched his long fingers to his lips, touching the smile that he hadn't realized had made its way there. He didn't have her name but now he had a mission to find it and find out so much more about the lilac girl.

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[synthetickitsune]

Rowoon (SF9) | Fireflies fluff | 0.6k

“Love? It’s getting quite cold,” you spoke up as you walked along a country road, your connected hands swinging happily between your bodies. The summer was only beginning, the nights not yet warm enough. He didn’t seem to notice the dropping temperature until you mentioned it.

“Ah, sorry,” he panicked and quickly pulled his hand away from yours to take off the sweater he wore over his shirt, “Here.” He handed you his sweater, still warm and smelling of him. You chuckled but shook your head.

“No, you’ll be cold and I don’t want you to get sick. Shouldn’t we just head home?” you suggested and immediately regretted it. His face fell before he quickly tried to hide it with an unconvincing smile.

“S-Sure, I guess...” he said but the joy from his voice was gone and it made you confused and heartbroken that you were the reason for it without even knowing what happened.

“Hey,” you grabbed his hand again to stop him from turning around to head back, “What’s going on?” He hesitated but eventually took both of your hands into his, giving you a soft smile.

“I really want to show you something. It’s not that important but I’d love to share it with you and I don’t know when we’re going to have another opportunity like this,” his eyes were looking into yours, his face extremely mellow and his hands warm. You knew, in that moment, if he asked you to walk with him to the end of the Earth, you’d gladly hold his hand the whole way.

“Then let’s do it,” you jumped a little to peck his cheek, making him giggle, “But if you catch a cold, good luck explaining it to your manager.” You put on his sweater, happily inhaling his soothing scent and let him lead you.

He took you further down the road and then took a turn to walk a narrow dirt path. He laughed when you asked if he’s going to murder you here in the middle of fields and meadows. “Be patient,” he scolded lightly.

You were becoming a little anxious as the sun hid below the horizon and the sky turned a deep dark color. Seokwoo just chuckled happily, pulling you into his side to protect you, even if there was no danger here. Suddenly he stopped and moved to stand behind you, his hands wrapped around your waist. He leaned down to rest his chin on the top of your head.

“We’re here,” he whispered and kissed your hair. You leaned back into him with a soft hum.

“And what is it you wanted to show me here?” you asked, since all you saw was a grass field. But then, in the very next second, you understood.

It was just a few at first, then it became tens and maybe hundreds with each passing minute, tiny lights taking off the ground and flying above the ground.

“Oh,” you breathed out in awe, turning back to look at your boyfriend. He gave you a loving smile, stepping from behind you and offering you his arm. You gladly took it and followed him through the path illuminated by the small glowing bugs. It felt like walking through the night skies, stars dancing around you. He was watching you intently, mesmerized. The tiny lights were mirrored in your eyes and you looked like you just stepped out of a fairytale.

“Shall we dance?” he asked, turning around to face you. How could you say no? And so you danced through the sea of fireflies, happy and in love.

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[writersaraheriksson]

Short Story - Ghosts Beyond the Mirror

The Journals of Kowèn - a D&D story

Part I: Ghosts Beyond the Mirror

Husband, son, famous sculpture - kidnapped, prisoner, slave

These are the Journals of Kowèn - a story of a husband, son, famous sculpture turned prisoner and slave, who tries to find his way back to his former life in the loving embrace of his husband and family waiting for his return.

Beyond writing fantasy novels and short stories set in my fantasy world I play tabletop roleplaying games. Dungeons and Dragons (5e) is the game and is the birthplace of this story that follows Kowèn.

I introduced this character into my friend's homebrew campaign called Tales of TPK streamed over on Twitch.

For you RPG geeks like me, I have hidden several spells in this story. Perhaps you can find them and name them even? Can you figure out what class Kowèn belongs to?

Comment, vote, leave feedback, share - whatever warms this heart of mine and helps me get excited to bring you more of this story to life. <3

CONTENT WARNING - Some of the topics and themes of this story may be disturbing for some readers. Violence, manipulation, anxiety and harassment occur.

Where do I begin? Do I write of my fairytale childhood surrounded by my five sisters and my loving mother and father? Or do I tell the story of how I ended up in the comforting arms of my husband, Yorah? The one son father had wed to yet another man in Baster. Do I speak of the countless misunderstandings and conflicts arising between us because of who I love? What about the one thing that has kept me alive through this whole nightmare?

My former life... the life my mind replays as I sleep, was taken from the pages of a cheerful man filled with joy, determination, and love. The old me is a distant ghost, teasing me in a mirror just outside my reach.

Five years may not seem long, but five years is an age for the tormented and the people searching and longing for their beloved's return. 

I suppose I begin with the things that have kept me alive, the people who were left behind as I left my home to create another sculpture for yet another customer. I have five siblings, and I was the middle child of my crazy and joyful family. I was the only boy in a home of girls. But I never did mind that. I loved it. They cared for me, and I grew up knowing love and friendship, which many never get to experience.

People described me as a man with a smile that lit up every room I entered. I loved being the center of attention in one way or another. Pranks and jokes followed in my wake. I was the never-ending toastmaster at weddings. And I was quite the charmer...

It dawned on me quite early on that I was interested in men, not women. Perhaps it was because of my sisters who always spoke about the cute guys they saw, or maybe it was because I've just been drawn to them. Either way, I never had to explain my feelings to anyone. Save for my father's slight disapproval. Other than him, everyone accepted me for who I loved. Compared to other countries in Auber, the Dominion actually accepts people of all sexual orientations. That may be the sole glimpse of promise my homeland has to offer...

I actually met my husband at a wedding for my older sister, Selicia. His name was Yorah, and I loved him with every part of my being. I still do. His charcoal dark hair reaching far beyond his shoulders and his intoxicating brown eyes drew me in fast. Yorah was unlike any other man I've met. He's the kind of person who makes everything come to a halt once he enters a room. At first, I was pretty intimidated by him and his presence, but I quickly realized that he just held that effect on people and I was more than willing to get pulled in.

I worked and traveled a lot during my first years as an adult. When I was a boy, my parents would find me building sandcastles and making clay sculptures. I don't know what it is, but shaping something from one thing to another has always spoken to me. I love creating things, and that's why I became a sculptor. I worked with clay, metals, and stone. Once people from other hamlets and cities saw my work at my home, I got a wave of requests thrown at me to create sculptures. People from all levels of society: nobles and mayors contacted me, and I gladly worked for them. 

I don't like to brag, but there was no soul around that could do the things I did as a sculpture. No one alive, at least. I pour my heart and soul into my projects. I only wish I had understood the risks of not belonging to a specific family or guild. Or rather... I wish I hadn't let myself be as sought after as I became. I could have stayed in Baster and kept close to my loved ones. There are many things the ghosts beyond the mirror taunt me with...

Sculpting wasn't only my profession or an interest: it's a part of me. If someone took that away from me, I would be an empty, hollow shell. When I tried to settle down and focus on Yorah... I felt like a part of me was dying. I felt it and he saw it. I was slowly fading and my temper shifted. Small things aggravated me. Before it escalated, we brought it back into my life, which was the greatest mistake I've ever made.  

KOWÈN'S PORTRAIT

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[manjiroscum]

dead in the water

Character/s: merman!Ran Haitani

Warnings: f!reader, bimbo!reader, reader almost drowned, sexual themes, cursing, dubcon, unprotected sex, breeding, oviposition, manipulation, dark content, overstimulation, cunnilingus, monsterfucking and forced impregnation. Minors do not interact.

Note: happy birthday kiki bby @p-antomime 😆💕 love u

Synopsis: Your savior came in the form of an angel on water.

✃WC: 2.4k

Falling off of the cruise ship in the middle of the Caribbean sea at the dead of night, your life flashed before your eyes in slow motion. Gravity plays its part in your upcoming demise. A kaleidoscope of memories from childhood played through your inebriated mind up to this very moment. Regrets of drinking yourself silly, turning down that nice guy at the bar, and how your loved ones would react to you ending up missing on what was supposed to be your dream vacation consumed your thoughts before your body greeted the cold water. Akin to thick molasses saltier than the tears you shed forcing itself down your throat, you struggled to find anything—anything you can cling on as huge waves created by the huge vessel thrashed you around like a lone leaf in the middle of a storm. It was dark. The cruise ship seemed to get further and further away until all you could make out was a single light. Multiple ships in the area were too far to hear your cries for help.

And while you struggled to breathe, finding air more of a luxury in each passing second and making out of this alive was almost a miracle too good to be true—you felt something grab you from behind. Unsure whether it was a shark or any marine animal interested enough to taste human meat, your lids grew heavy as water entered through your nose and throat, slowly filling up your lungs. At that moment, death was creeping up your very neck, waiting to take your soul to wherever the dead went.

So, how did you end up here?

Shock course throughout your heaving body, lungs expanding once again at the taste of sweet oxygen. Coughing out the remnants of the ocean’s brutal assault in your system, your bleary eyes tried to make out your surroundings. Nose picking up the scent of what you could describe as sand, earth, and sulfur. White sand rough underneath your palms and legs. It was quiet, save for the sounds of water dripping down stalactites. Above was a small hole where sunlight was seeping through, illuminating what seemed to be a dome-shaped cave. Squinting at the areas where the light couldn't seem to reach, all you could see was stones and stalagmites. There was no way out. Plus, the sandy spot you sat on was surrounded by water, too deep to see the bottom—if there is one. Confusion colored your muddled brain, trying to figure out how you came in.

Where am I? Am I still near the Caribbean? What’s going on?

A sudden movement in the water that surrounded the ground where you laid caught your attention. Hand over your chest, you swore you saw something—someone peeking their head out on the surface. Just as you were about to head over and see it for yourself, the creature’s head was above the water again. Hair of onyx adorned its head, a curious stare directed at you.

It’s... a man!

Violet irises seemed to burn into your face as if reading your expression that was clearly of surprise and relief because you weren’t alone now. However, the moment you stood up and approached him, your wobbly legs stopped short. Lips gaping at the fish tail he had that should’ve been a pair of legs. Falling to the ground, you stumbled back out of astonishment rather than fear. A minute or so passed between you two just staring at each other, wary of one another. However, your fascination overruled your apprehensions at the discovery that the tales of merfolk were real all along.

Of course, your instant image of the creature was filled with innocence, the stuff fairytales were made of. Perhaps it was he who saved you from drowning—just like in that storybook! There was nothing to fear, right?

Swallowing, you slowly got up to approach the merman again. Those ethereal lilac eyes are still staring right into your soul, wondering what you were about to do. Kneeling by the edge, your hand reached out inch by inch, scared that you’ll terrify him into hiding. “H-hey. Come here, I-I’m not going to hurt you...”

Ran almost laughed at your display. How gullible could humans get? Weren’t you warned by your kind not to trust merfolk so easily? Especially when they ate human flesh such as other predators? You were probably brave or stupid. Ran figured it was the latter. Entertaining your silly actions, the merman swam closer until the palm of your hand rested on his head. Instantly, your eyes lit up while Ran’s lips curled up at the devious scenarios on how he’ll keep you around bubbled up in his twisted mind.

He has never seen a human up close that was still breathing—usually, they would be dead by the time they touched the water. Some were either feasted upon sirens, lulled by their enchanting song to drown themselves. To say that you were the most interested in this encounter is hardly a fact. For Ran was far more curious, attention sharp while you bent down to gaze at his tail gleaming under the soft light. Your eyes raked his handsome features, from his lavender pupils to the curves of his lips. Black hair long past his shoulders, color alternating from blond to black as it grew.

“Did you... save me?” Seeing Ran nod without hesitation brought more glee into your heart, thumping in its ivory cage that he understood you. “Thank you, truly... I really thought I was going to die that night, you know?” Shuddering at the memory, you then shifted to what has been bugging you earlier. “How did I get here? There doesn't seem to be any way out.”

“Down,” Ran muttered, voice almost melodic that you were sure it belonged to an angel. His hand then pointed below him, making you squint your eyes to see, but alas you couldn’t. Sitting back, you hummed at his words. The merman fought back a chuckle. Were you not going to question further? On where to go? How did he learn to speak? You were far too trusting, and this only riled him up, cold cheeks now warm.

He’s going to have so much fun with you.

“Where you goin’?” you called out, watching him sink back into the water and swim deeper into what was like an abyss the more you stare at it. His gleaming tail of blue, gold, and purple disappeared from view until all you could see was your reflection on the surface. Afraid to follow suit, you sat there for what seemed like hours. Stomach grumbling and throat parched. Staying in this cave with a mythical creature may sound amazing in books, but you knew you had to find a way out soon. You couldn't live here and frankly, you’d rather be at home or work than to be stuck in such a place. Deciding to tell the merman once he comes back, Ran then resurfaced and appeared to be carrying abalone in his hands. He then handed it to you, lilac hues piercing your face that was beaming at the offer.

“You brought me food? Thanks.”

Ran’s gaze never left you, eyeing you silently as you ate. A poor thing, you were. What would you do if he wasn’t around? Surely your carcass might have ended up in a shark’s belly before he saved you. Maybe he wouldn't eat you in the end, after all. You were far too entertaining to kill off. Too pleasing in his eyes to wind up like fodder. He just wished you’d never question or fight him, and he’ll take care of you in return. And when a fishing boat’s horn could be heard a great distance outside the cave, a sign you could get help, Ran stiffened at your joyful reaction.

“Oh my god—maybe I could swim out and call for help.” Turning to the displeased merman, you smiled at him. “Could you teach me how to get out of here? I need to go back home!” Jumping into the water without hesitation, you looked at the merman for help. Ran’s lips were in a tight line. What an ungrateful human you are. First, he saved you. Second, tried to feed you and now you were going to immediately leave at the first chance you got? No, he can’t let you. “Hey, are you listening to me? I need to leave—”

“No.” Cold hands gripped your shoulders, bringing you close to him and his darkened lilac irises, annoyance swirling in its pretty color. Shocked at his words, you then tried to protest but his grip simply tightened, sharp nails digging into your skin in warning. Ran didn’t want to hurt you, but if it’ll stop your delusions of going home, he may have to resort to violence. “You will stay.”

“B-but...” The boat’s horn was now louder, cutting off your sentence. Looking up at the hole in the cave, conflict etched your features. Ran was quick to grab your head, forcing you to look at him. His lips were then pressed against your parted ones, hoping to distract you from the noise. And it did, much to his relief. Tongue seeking out yours, Ran carried your body back to the ground's edge. Lifting you to the sandy edge, Ran cornered you, mouth never leaving yours. The moment you broke apart to breathe in air, he was quick to lick a stripe on your sensitive neck, pressing kisses and sucking the supple flesh there.

Did humans ever sound so sweet or was it only you? Breathy moans slipped past your lips at the onslaught of his tongue, his heavy weight on yours and his wandering icy fingers creeping through your dress’ top. The squeak you gave off his cold digits brushed against a nipple had Ran’s ears perking. Oh, you liked that, huh?

“W-wait—ah, s-stop! Not there...” Whimpering at how he was squeezing your nipples, your back arched at the pleasure shooting up your spine. Clothed pussy seeking friction, grinding against his scaled tail to feel... anything. The boat and goal to leave were long forgotten, especially when Ran’s head went lower, kissing his way to what was in between your legs. The scent of your arousal captured his undivided attention. A yelp was all he heard upon tearing off your dress and spreading your legs, underwear not surviving in the process. Violet orbs trained on the sight of your bare pussy glistening with slick.

The merman’s throat rumbled at the taste of you, tongue licking up your juices that Ran was sure to get addicted to. How could you ever dream of returning home without letting him taste this? What a treasure it was indeed.

“You taste good,” Ran whispered onto your folds, nose, and chin glistening with your slick. Paying no heed to your hands gripping his hair, hips bucking at his tongue. Eyes hazy at the undeniable bliss coursing through your veins as Ran continued to eat you out, drunk on your juices. Fingers prodding your throbbing clit, you came without a warning, squirting at his face. Chest coated with a thin veil of sweat heaving, arm over your eyes as you collected your jumbled thoughts. Before you could even gather them, Ran pulled your arm off of your face to stare at you once again, albeit this time, with adoration rather than alarm. Violet pupils gleamed like gems as he spoke.

“You are mine. You will always be mine. Understood?”

Was there an option of saying no? Even if there was one, it was thrown right out of the table as his thick cock emerged from a slit-like opening, close to mimicking a human’s except for the ridges along its sides. He didn’t speak a word as he sank his shaft into your folds, splitting the gummy walls apart inch by inch. Whining at the stinging stretch, you held onto his neck for dear life when he was finally in to the hilt. A groan resounded from his throat, eyes shut at the tight heat enveloping his cock. There was no other way to describe it other than it was the best thing he has ever experienced. And after a few thrusts to test the waters, Ran started pounding into you. Tits bouncing at his rough pistoning, tail splashing on the water behind him. Mewls and high-pitched moans pouring out of your lips were music to his ears, eager to fuck out the urge to leave this place, to leave him.

You were his now.

“Oh fuck—yes, yes! Fill me up! Need you... Need you so badly! Fuck!” Eyes rolling to the back of your skull, your back arched, head digging into the sand whereas your nails raked marks on his shoulders. Ran’s lips chased after yours, kissing the air out of your lungs while his cock continued to bully its way into your pussy. Aiming to mold the walls into the shape of him. Even his sharp teeth bit into your neck, earning a scream as the fangs marked you. However, he knew that wouldn't be enough to claim you. Yes, he had to have you—to tie you to him forever. And if laying his eggs into you, forcing you to carry his children and more, so be it.

Ran instantly stopped, stilling above you. A choked gasp met the air when you felt it, his cock expanding and something passing through it. Whatever it was, it shifted, moving from the base of his cock, making its way down his length and towards the tip that was kissing your cervix. Body shaking in shock, you screamed as another orgasm rattled your bones. Gummy walls spasming around his huge cock when it pushed its way into your womb, stretching the opening. And not only did this happen once—a total of six, they were. It then dawned on you, welcoming your fourth orgasm, that he was laying his eggs. Oh fuck, he was making you have his children. Stretching your womb to accommodate your future children with him. He then finished it off by shooting his thick semen into you, painting the walls white to the point you felt full and could taste him at the back of your throat.

Fucked out beyond making a coherent decision or thought, you laid there on the sand with drool dripping down your chin, legs spread out with your cunt leaking with Ran’s fertile cum. The lower abdomen slightly bulging due to the presence of Ran’s eggs. The merman hovered above you, a smile on his lips while caressing your stomach. You were going to be a good mother, he knew. And if you ever had any ideas of leaving him again, he’ll simply impregnate you once more. Maybe by the time you give birth, those rescue boats and coast guards will give up their search for you.

Of course, you didn’t need to know that, did you?

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[ilovejustebelmont]

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adrian tepes x male reader pt.1

If I ever finish this….

struggling to breathe, you clutched your waist and limped through the trees. your entire body ached with insufferable pain each breath you took. your beaten body managed to reach the front of a castle. the castle was massive-massive didn’t even describe it. Narrow and sharp towers reached at the sky, you couldn’t even see the top of it. at the front of the castle were several decaying bodies that had been impaled. whoever lived here obviously did not welcome visitors. it didn’t matter, you were going to die anyways. you tried to reach for the tall doors, but your body had already given out. you fell on the steps. staring above at the structure of the castle, your vision started to go blurry before completely blacking out.

your eyes fluttered open. the sight of a small room entered your vision. you were lying on a bed tucked inside the sheets. the room was fairly small, with only a small dresser and bookshelf decorating the room. you slowly sat up, wondering how you got here. your hands quickly traveled to your abdomen, you felt your wounds had been cleaned and patched up. you glanced at the slim window beside the bookshelf. All you could see was the clear gray sky outside, you were high up in the castle. you stared at the skies for a moment before deciding to get up. you slowly stood, wincing at the slight pain in your body. making your way to the door, you opened it to find an empty dark hallway. the floor was coated with red carpet and the walls were painted a deep grey. you walked down the hallway, looking for anyone who might’ve been here. the castle seemed like an endless maze of hallways and eerie rooms. giving up on finding anyone or the exit, you decided to explore the rooms. you seemingly found the library. With nothing else to do, you decided to explore the thousands of books, grabbing some and sitting at a wooden table. the books were more interesting than you anticipated. There were books about everything! magic, science, history, even fairytales. you got lost reading and soon fell asleep reading a book about the history of magic.

You woke up once again in the same room, tucked in the same bed, staring at the same clear gray sky. you could feel that your wounds had been tended to once again. someone was taking care of you. but who? and why? You had no idea what you were going to do, so you decided once again to explore the castle and it’s library. this went on for days, you roaming the halls and the library, falling asleep, and returning once again to the same room. And every time, you couldn’t help but get the eerie feeling that someone was watching you at every moment.

One day, you found a room quite different from the others. it was a child’s room. it was quite eye-catching, there was a large circular window on the middle of the ceiling showcasing the beautiful stars. there was a table to the side filled with books and child’s drawings, and above it was a shelf with toys. Opposite of the room was a painting. it showed a tall, broad male with long dark hair, a van dyke beard, and pointy ears. to his left was a beautiful woman. she had beautiful flowing blonde hair and captivating blue eyes. in her hands was a child that resembled her greatly. he had the same blonde hair, but glowing yellow eyes.

“What are you doing?” you jumped at the sudden voice behind you. at the door stood a tall slim male. he greatly featured the child in the painting. “I-I’m sorry I was just looking!” you stuttered. The man carefully studied you, staring at your features intently. “Im sorry if Intruded into your castle, I was-I was just kinda hurt so- I didn’t have any other options.” the silence made you anxious. “how did you become injured?” he finally broke the silence.

“Well-I uh, I’m a mage.” You started. “I lived in a village not too far from here. The village condemns people of magic powers, they believe them to be witches sent by the devil and I…uh just happened to have healing abilities and one day I came across a dying plant, I pitied it and healed it. Unfortunately for me some guys were watching and they told the mayor and I was nearly beaten to death… I escaped though.” you looked at the ground, unable to meet his eyes.

“What is your name?” he asked, disregarding anything you just said. you looked up at him meeting his glowing eyes. “y/n…”

“Have your wounds healed yet, y/n?” he asked. you shook your head. “I don’t think they’ll be healed for a little while…” you said.

“Hm. Fine, then. Stay as long as your wounds need to be healed and then leave.” He turned to leave. “Wait!” you called after him, but he was already gone. “What a strange man…” you muttered.

The next few days were just as strange. This mysterious man appeared to you when you were doing things like reading, he would never say much, just simply ask, “what are you reading?” you’d tell him about the book, tell him your opinions and then he’d disappear. you couldn’t figure him out. eventually you had mapped out (some of) the castle and started daily routines. You had to say it wasn’t the worst thing being here. It was quiet and comforting. opposite from that dreary town you lived in.

soon, you started to learn about that mysterious man who roamed the castle. you learned that his name was alucard, and that he was a half vampire. “how did you come to be alone in this huge castle?” you two were sitting at a table in the library, reading books about alchemy. “I wasn’t always alone. I had friends. Sypha and Trevor.” he avoided your gaze, instead staring up at the shelves of books “Where are they now?” you asked.

“They’re traveling.” he said. “…This is my fathers castle.”

“Where is your father?” Alucard didn’t say anything. his lip twitched and his eyes narrowed. something dark obviously happened to him. and you wanted to know what.

“I must go now.” Alucard stood up, still avoiding your gaze. “Why?” you asked, standing up with him. Alucard didn’t answer you, he just left. “He’s weird…” you shook your head, staring at the door frame.

That man was clearly hiding something sinister, and you were going to find out what.

What the freak is this

#alucard #alucard x male reader #alucard x reader #adrian tepes #adrian tepes x reader #adrian tepes x male reader #castlevania #castlevania x reader #castlevania x male reader #x reader #x male reader #idk what to tag this as #dracula #idk bro #what kinda conditioner Alucard b using cus???????

[neonlights92]

GRACE: Chapter I

Kim Namjoon lost himself when he lost his hand.  Things have not been the same for him since.  When Taehyung tells him it’s time for him to marry - he isn’t exactly thrilled at the prospect of someone else having a front row seat to his struggle with himself.

That’s where you come in.  You’re a nurse, as well as a member of Bangtan, and Taehyung is never more sure about a match than he is with you and Namjoon.  Feeling like you’ve been chosen to help Namjoon on his journey back to finding who he is, you feel completely out of depth.

It’s only when you start to see the man underneath that you start to fall in love with Kim Namjoon.  And maybe after all, you might be his saving grace.

WARNINGS: Language, eventual sex and some violence

A/N:Namjoonie’s story! ENJOOOOY :D 

“Kim Taehyung wants to see you, Y/N.”

Your mother’s words dropped between the two of you, like lead.  Her eyes avoided your own - and you knew exactly what she actually meant.

Kim Taehyung has found you a husband.

Your chest tightened and you gripped the handle of your coffee mug for dear life.

Your eyes traveled over to your father, his face kind but stern.  This wasn’t up for debate.

“Okay.”  The word was quiet, “Do I - do you…” 

You took a deep breath and collected yourself.

“Who is he?”

The question hung in the air uncomfortably.

Your parents exchanged a look - the same look they’d exchanged your entire life when decisions were made for you and they were afraid you wouldn’t like it.

“I think we should let Taehyung tell you that.”  Your father’s voice was steady, “As Capo, it is his right.”

As capo.

You didn’t know Kim Taehyung very well at all.  Though the two of you were of a similar age - had grown up together in Bangtan - he had always been groomed for Capo.  You on the other hand, had been groomed like most other women in the mob: to believe that your most important duty in life was to carry on your family line.

You knew it was outdated.  And you hated it, though you’d never complain.

Life had taught you that complaints got you nowhere - and so you’d learnt to keep your head down and get on with it.

But that didn’t mean you’d never wanted more.  That you’d craved freedom and independence like no other.

And when your parents had allowed you to study nursing at university you really had thought maybe things were changing.  Until you’d realised that it had been a direct order from Taehyung’s father himself - the Capo at the time.

Bangtan needed their own nurse.  Someone who could take care of things quietly and efficiently.

Someone who could help those who were badly injured find some degree of normality.

And that’s what you did.

Still.  You loved your job - mob mandated or not.

“Okay.”  You whispered, feeling something like dread wash over you.

“His wife has invited you to dinner at theirs,” Your mother finally moved her gaze to connect with your own, “This evening.  Eight pm.”

You nodded, on autopilot.

This was what you’d done all your life, wasn’t it?

You listened to orders.  You never asked questions.  You never challenged Bangtan.

And if the Capo himself wanted to see you, then you knew it could only mean one thing.

He’d found you a husband.  And tonight, you would meet him too.

//

You stood outside Kim Taehyung’s mansion -- because that’s what it was, a mansion -- nervously fingering the hem of your blouse.

This was it.

You’d waited twenty-five years for this moment - the moment someone else decided who you would marry.

You’d always known it would be like this.  Your father was too powerful - he held too many cards too close to his chest - and Bangtan could never let someone like him choose his own daughter’s marriage.

He’d told you since you were a young girl to expect this.  An arranged betrothal.

And when you were little you thought it was sort of romantic.  Like some fairytale - a princess locked away in a tower and a knight who was destined to save her.

Except now you were older and it wasn’t all that romantic anymore.

It was stifling.

You knew your father had come to this agreement with Taehyung himself.  You hated that you lived in such a misogynistic world, but it was the way things had always been.

After a long moment and a deep, calming breath, you lifted your hand and knocked, once.

There was a beat and then the portal swung open.

And Kim Taehyung’s wife was smiling widely at you.  You forced your own lips up into a smile.

“Hi!  Y/N, was it?”

You curtsied a little feeling foolish straight after, “Yeah.  Hello Mrs Kim.”

“Ugh Mrs Kim is Taehyung’s mom,” She laughed, “You can call me ___.”

Her eyes were kind as she opened the door further and gestured you inside.

“Come in, please.  Dinner is almost ready and the boys are too.”

The boys.

Your heart skipped a beat.  For a moment you wondered if perhaps your father had somehow secured a marriage to the last available member of the Special Seven, Kim Namjoon.

But you shook your head.

Your father was important, of course… But surely not that important. 

Besides, from what you’d heard through the grapevine - since the accident that had caused Namjoon to lose most of his hand - he had pretty much become a hermit. The rumour mill was rife, of course, with people’s theories of what would become of Bangtan’s most eligible bachelor.

Could it be that Kim Taehyung wanted you to take up that mantle?

“I hope you like pasta,” ___ interrupted your thoughts and you looked up as stopped in front of a large dining room, “We hardly ever use this room anymore, but Taehyung thought it was appropriate for tonight.”

Your eyes widened at the opulence of the room you were stood in.  The chandelier that hung in the middle of the ceiling dripped with what you could only guess were the most expensive diamonds money could buy.  The long, mahogany table was ornate and rich - a dark colour that spoke of wealth and taste.

“It’s a little much,” ___ spoke up again and you turned to see her rolling her eyes, “But it was like this when we moved in.  Taehyung’s dad had a lot of money and apparently not a lot of subtlety.”

She laughed at the comment and you giggled too - relaxing a little as the tension eased from your shoulders slightly.  It seemed you’d found something of an ally in Taehyung’s wife and you were thankful for that, at least.

“I know we don’t really know each other,” She started carefully, a perfectly plucked brow pulling up slightly, “But I like to think of myself as a confidant of sorts… Especially when it comes to matters of the heart.”

You raised your own brow, “Matters of the heart?”

She bit her bottom lip and you noticed the pity in her eyes.

As she opened her mouth to answer you, somebody cleared their throat to your left and your head snapped round, finding yourself looking up into the formidable gaze of Kim Taehyung.

He was alone, you noticed immediately, and you tried to keep your expression neutral.

This was the game of Bangtan.  A game you’d grown up in.

A game you knew well.

“Taehyung,” You greeted, nodding gently, “Thank you for inviting me.  It is an honour.”

His handsome face was cold - barely responsive as he nodded back to you, “Y/N.  Welcome to our home.”

Our home.

The words warmed you.

It had been clear for a while now that Kim Taehyung’s only weakness was his wife.  He would burn the entire world down for her - and you’d been told of this time and time again.

They had started off as an arranged marriage - almost six years ago now - when Taehyung’s father and his wife’s father had worked so closely with one another they had promised their children’s hand in marriage in an act of loyalty.

But things had changed in the years since.

It was well established that Kim Taehyung loved only one thing more than he loved Bangtan - and that was his wife.

You tried to focus on that - on the fact that loveless marriages could turn into something else - as ___ nudged her husband playfully.

“Don’t be so formal,” She teased and you couldn’t believe you were witnessing this exchange, “Y/N is a friend.”

Taehyung actually rolled his eyes playfully and smiled down at his wife, “I’m still Capo, darling.”

She laughed as well and your chest tightened.  You wanted that.

The obvious love they had for one another - the way they seemed to be so comfortable with each other it was like they had found their home.

“Well dinner’s almost ready Taehyung so go and get cleaned up.” ____ said, slipping an arm through yours and leading you towards the ridiculous mahogany table, “Come sit over here, Y/N.”

You noticed for the first time that the table was set for four people.

Your heart pounded against your chest.

“Who is it?”

The question slipped out of you before you even had a chance to think it through.  ____ froze. She was slipping into the seat beside you when her eyes turned to your own.

“What?”

“The fourth person,” You whispered, darting your eyes behind you to make sure Taehyung wasn’t within earshot distance, “My future husband.  Who is it?”

____ looked genuinely distraught for a moment.

You clicked your tongue.

“I’m a member of the South Korea mafia, ____, I know how this shit works.”  You noticed your words were a little sharp and you tried to soften them with a weak smile, “Just tell me who it is.  Please.”

____ seemed torn.  Her eyes roved your face carefully and she sighed. 

“He’s a good guy.”  She told you carefully, “Really.   I’m not just saying that.”

Your heart dropped.  The look in her eyes - the trepidation….

“It’s Kim Namjoon, isn’t it?”

A throat cleared itself loudly from behind you.  You snapped your head to the side and watched as the man himself sauntered towards the two of you.

“You rang?”  The sarcasm dripped from his tone as he stuck out his prosthetic hand for you to shake.  You supposed he was expecting you to be disgusted - maybe to rebuke him - but you were made of stronger stuff than that.

You forced yourself to smile, “Hello Namjoon.  I’m Y/N.”

He narrowed his eyes as you shook his prosthetic.

“I know who you are,” He raised a dark brow, “The future Mrs Kim Namjoon.”

The words were like heavy bricks - weighing down on your shoulders.

You knew next to nothing about this man.  Despite what ____ had said about him being a good man all you saw was bitterness and anger in his eyes.

“You’re the nurse, aren’t you?” 

You nodded carefully and tried to calm your pulse. 

“Well now we know why Taehyung chose you for me.  The cripple.”

____ cleared her throat and stood up abruptly.  Her eyes were dark and angry and she shook her head at Namjoon.

“No.  You don’t get to do that to her.  Not when she had nothing to do with any of this.”  Her bottom lip trembled slightly, “Apologise.” Namjoon’s face was a perfect mask of nonchalance.  His eyes flicked between you and ____ and he shrugged.

“What for?”

____ squared her shoulders, “You know exactly what for, Kim Namjoon.”

“I think that’s enough now,” Taehyung entered the room sharply, standing between his wife and friend.  His gaze fell on you after a moment, “I see the two of you have met.”

You nodded wordlessly, wondering just what in the hell was going on.

Namjoon was seething apparently, as he sulked to the left of his friend, arms crossed and eyes dangerously black.   

“Was he not as welcoming as he’d promised he’d be?”

“This is ridiculous V, we both know that.  You’ve chosen her because she’s a nurse and because of this,” He stuck his fake hand in the air and you refused to look away.

Nobody else in the room reacted for a moment.

Taehyung took a deep, calming breath.

“That was part of it, yes.”  He said evenly, “Y/N is a trained nurse and therefore she can help you move forward with this.  But she’s also a good match.  Right age, right height… Her parents are wealthy and important like yours.  It is a good union.  I have told you this plenty of times Namjoon.”

“I will not marry her because of pity,” Namjoon spat the word out, “I’m not some fucking charity case-” 

“I don’t pity you.” The words flew out of you and when three sets of eyes turned to fall on you, you wondered if it was the right choice.  You chose to focus on Namjoon.

“What?”

“I don’t pity you,” You told him honestly, gesturing to his prosthetic, “What happened is awful, obviously.  And I may never know the full extent of it.  But I don’t pity you.  You are a man with an obstacle in life.  There are many men with obstacles in life.  That doesn’t make you worthy of  pity.”

Namjoon’s eyes searched your face for something - what you weren’t sure - and she sighed heavily.  He seemed so tired.  You noticed the bags under his eyes, the lines in his forehead.  He was young - just a little older than you - and yet it seemed he’d aged so much recently.

“So you want to marry me?  You want to marry a man who’s had to learn how to live - how to do normal every day things like eat with a knife and fork - all over again?”

You shrugged, “I want to do what’s best for Bangtan.  If Taehyung says that’s a marriage between the two of us, then so be it.”

A long moment passed between the two of you.

Namjoon seemed to be sizing you up, and you took the opportunity to do the same.

He wasn’t ugly.  Far from it.  Kim Namjoon was tall and handsome - and from what you’d  heard through the grapevine - he was also smart and kind.

People spoke about him of course - he was a member of the Special Seven - and what they said was normally very positive.

He wasn’t like other Bangtan men.

He was grounded.  He was softer.  A man who used brains instead of braun.

You had to admit, those traits were attractive to you.

Eventually, he spoke.

“Alright then.”  He nodded and gave you a strange look - somewhere between admiration and confusion, “I suppose that says it all.”

Namjoon turned to Taehyung and nodded.

“We’ll get married at the earliest convenience.” _____ gasped from behind you but you barely registered the sound.

It had all been well and good in theory… But now what?

Kim Namjoon stuck his hand out to yours - his real hand made of flesh and bones - and smiled sardonically.

“Welcome to the family, Mrs Kim Namjoon.” You smiled back.  Mrs Kim Namjoon.

You could do this.

//

Planning a wedding was easy when you weren’t trusted to do a single thing.

Kim Namjoon’s family had promised to take care of everything - and as a family higher up in the Bangtan hierarchy than your own - there had been no argument to be made.

This was the way things worked in your world, and you’d learned long ago just to accept it. 

You barely saw your husband in the ensuing months.  He dropped by once to meet your parents and officially ask for your hand in marriage, and once more since then to update you on the wedding arrangements.

But apart from that he was like a ghost - you even forgot sometimes that you were supposed to be marrying him. 

You rarely thought about the fact that by the end of this year you would be Mrs Kim Namjoon and despite the relatively long engagement - six months was a long time in the world of Bangtan - you were happy you had the time to get used to the idea of marriage.

It wasn’t until one evening when Kim Namjoon came calling for you that the reality of the situation truly sunk in.

You were leaving work - it had been a particularly difficult day so far, and absolutely nothing seemed to be going smoothly.  In fact everything today had felt like it was seconds away from falling apart and you felt like you too, were going to break down.

And as you made your way across the parking lot you found Kim Namjoon, leaning against your car.  How he knew which one was yours was beyond you - but you smiled at him questioningly when you were within earshot.

“Hi.” He smiled almost sheepishly, “Hi.”

“What are you doing here?”

He crossed his arms and squinted one eye shut as he stewed in your question for just a moment.  Then he sighed heavily.

“I’ve been an asshole.”

“Huh?” You raised a brow. 

Namjoon groaned and clicked his tongue, “Are you gonna make this difficult for me?”

“What? No!” You shook your head and shrugged, “I just don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“The night I agreed to marry you I was a jerk.  And we’ve barely seen each other twice since we got engaged two months ago.”  He ran a hand through his hair, “I promised myself I wouldn’t be like that.  So I’m sorry.”

You cocked your head to the side, shocked at the show of vulnerability.  Namjoon was a Bangtan man - he should be cold and unforgiving - he should push away intimacy and hate the thought of opening himself up to anyone.

And yet here he was, apologising to you for something you’d assumed was just the way things were done when a marriage was arranged.

“Okay.”  You nodded slowly, “I forgive you.”

He smiled softly and you found yourself thinking he really did look handsome like that.

“I’d like us to be friends at least,” He shrugged, “If nothing else.”

You smiled back, “Friends sounds good to me.”

“Good.  Great.  Thank you,” He gestured to your car, “So can you give me a ride home?” You gave him a questioning look, “How did you get here?”

“My driver dropped me off,” He lifted his prosthetic hand, “I can’t really drive anymore.” 

There was a moment of almost awkward silence, but you refused to let something Namjoon couldn’t control, ruin the atmosphere.  He’d apologised to you - he was making something of an effort - and you owed it to him to do your part.

“I can help you with that,” You told him, pointing at his hand, “Getting used to it.  How long have you had it on for?”

“Half a year,” He looked away from you, “It’s still so uncomfortable.”

You took another step towards him and his eyes connected with yours.  

“I don’t care.”  You told him firmly, “I don’t care about the prosthetic.  I swear.  And I’m sorry it’s uncomfortable.  I’m sorry it happened to you.  But I’ll help you.  I will.  I promise.”

Namjoon’s eyes softened at your words and you were taken back by the way he was suddenly looking at you.

God.  He really was so handsome.

“Okay.”  He whispered, eyes darting across your face, “Yeah.  Thank you.  That would mean a lot.” The moment was suspended for another moment more, and you wondered if you might do something crazy like try and kiss him - before Namjoon cleared his throat and the spell was broken.

Jesus.

What was going on with you?

Your pulse was racing as you fumbled around your handbag for your keys and you told yourself the nerves were only because of the day you’d had.  It had nothing to do with the handsome man standing in front of you.

“You’re going to have to give me directions to your house,” You told Namjoon as the car unlocked and you both climbed in, “I’ve never had the privilege of visiting.” He snorted a laugh, “It’s a two minute drive from Taehyung’s.  If you drive that way I can guide you.”

“Sounds good.”

You buckled yourself in and tried to ignore the way your cheeks were flushing at the idea of you and Namjoon being in such a small space together, focusing instead on the feel of the steering wheel under your fingers, and trying as much as you could not to stare at him through the reflection of the mirrors.

That would be weird.

Weirder than you were suddenly being.

“How was work?” He asked you once you pulled the car out onto the main road. 

You groaned, “Awful.  Today was a bad one.  We have them sometimes but it really lowers your self esteem.  Some of my patients seemed like they couldn’t stand my face.”

Namjoon whistled lowly. 

“I can imagine that wouldn’t be a very comforting atmosphere to be in.”

“No, not very,” You shrugged and shot him a look, “But that’s the nature of my job.  Nurses are treated worse than doctors even though sometimes it feels like we do triple the work.”

Namjoon chuckled and you raised a brow, “What?”

“It’s  just…” Out of the corner of your eye you saw him shake his head, “It’s like that with us sometimes.  In Bangtan I mean.  Taehyung is treated with so much respect and reverence - and he deserves it.  Of course he does.  But the rest of us… We work our asses off.  And we barely get any recognition for it.”  He pulled a face, “So I guess I’m trying to say I know how you’re feeling.  Kind of.”

You let this information settle with you.

It made sense of course.

Bangtan was the biggest food chain of them all.  The Capo demanded respect.

And in the little interaction you’d had with him, you saw how intimidating Kim Taehyung could be.  Still.  You imagined that had to be annoying.

“Doesn’t it piss you off?” He scoffed, “Of course it does.  But that’s just Bangtan.  That’s the job.  We don’t do it for recognition anyway.  We do it because we love Bangtan.”

You smiled at that.

It was exactly how you felt about your job.

“Yeah.  I understand what you mean.  As much as it sucks that I don’t always get the praise I feel I deserve… I don’t do it for that.  I do it to help people.”

There was a heavy moment between you both.  Namjoon seemed to be taking in what you’ve said and you found yourself thinking that if it’s this easy to talk to him you might catch yourself falling for your own husband.

“That’s a lovely way to put it,” You felt rather than saw his smile, “My house is just on this curb.”

You slowed the car down and turned to your fiance, surprised when you saw him already smiling at you.

“Thank you.  For this.”  His eyes were gentle and shimmering almost and you once again had to force yourself not to flush, “It’s been…. Nice.” You grinned back, “Alright.  Don’t be a stranger.”

He laughed at that and shook his head.

“I won’t.” He gave you a warm look, “Goodbye Y/N.  I’ll call you soon.”

You nodded, “Okay.  Bye Namjoon.”

He smiled at you once more before climbing out of the car and waving goodbye at you. 

And as you drove away all you could think of was this:

Kim Namjoon might very well be the best thing that could have ever happened to you.

//

#namjoon x reader #mafia au #arranged marraige au #smut #angst #romance #kpop #fanfic #fanfiction #imagine

[kohakuarisaka]

Untamed (chapter 3 of 5)

Takami Keigo x (fem!)Reader

[ SUMMARY ] Every year, without fail, Hawks went into a rut: when autumn began, and then again in early spring. He would honker down up north in a secluded cabin. For the first time, he brought you with him.

[ WARNINGS ] R18+ for graphic sexual content and language. Non-canon compliant: Hawks’ quirk does not work like this. Reader is a hero that works at Hawks agency. Pre-existing relationship. Reader is a female with female genitalia. Feral behavior. Rutting. Biting. Spanking. Slight BDSM. Consensual sex. Wing kink. Oral sex. Romantic relationship.

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"Baby," a voice cooed at you while hands gently shook your shoulders, stirring you from sleep.

"Come on. Get up. The sun's gonna be rising soon," he continued, speaking to you softly.

You groaned like a wounded animal and tried to resist the pull to consciousness, hoping you could slip back away and he would cease this assault.

Of course, that didn't happen, and the murmuring and shaking didn't come to an end. You found yourself turning around and groggily taking in the sight of Hawks. He already looked wide awake, gold eyes beaming, skin glowing, handsome face as immaculate as ever.

It made you want to punch him.

"Get up," he said, more so telling than asking, albeit politely.

He had warned you last night that he intended to wake you early; but, that didn't stop you from groaning tiredly, rolling over, as if in protest, before complying with his request, removing the blanket slowly, afraid to expose yourself to the cold.

He had stoked the fireplace before waking you; that much was clear, seeing as it wasn't blistering cold when you wiggled out of bed. It was chilly, of course, but not enough to leave you trembling helplessly.

You realized that Hawks had already dressed himself, boots thumping quietly on the floor as he stepped around the bed. He had slipped on a grey T-shirt, and didn't seem to be feeling cold at all, judging by the lax way he rolled his shoulders, wings jutting out from his back gracefully.

He gave you a sideways glance, an almost untrusting look written across his face.

"I'm getting up!" you hissed at him.

Hawks wasn't expecting that sudden outburst and flinched a little, eyes widening slightly and feathers shuddering behind him. It was a comical sight, if you were being honest. It wasn't like him to be so high strung.

Before you could assume you had upset him, Hawks blew raspberries and turned away, heading for the stairs.

When he walked away, you most certainly did not admire the way his cargo pants hugged his ass, nor the way his shirt was pulled tight across the plains of his muscular back, nor how his crimson feathers looked so beautiful draped behind him.

Hawks didn't laugh when you met him downstairs; but, he sure looked like he wanted to. Here he was wearing some loose, comfortable clothes like it hadn't snowed all night, while you were dressed up in thick pants and a heavy coat with multiple layers underneath, ready to weather the elements.

As soon as you stepped downstairs, you were hit with the familiar smell of coffee lofting about the cabin. You recognized the aroma as his favorite, the one he stockpiled at the agency, that was almost always coming from his office.

He had taken the time to pour you some, as well, evident by the mug he was trying to hand to you with a suspiciously innocent look on his face.

"Seriously?" you laughed when you eyed the receptacle he was offering.

It was his merch, clearly. The mug was black with sparkly gold trim, the pattern matching the chest on his jumpsuit . It was covered in comic book style quotation marks containing, what you were guessing, was supposed to be his quotes.

Hawks watched you admire the cup, looking a little too smug for his own good, and returned to sipping from the very plain mug in his other hand.

"Do you really say these things?" you laughed, not expecting an answer because there was no way such nonsense flew from his mouth in the middle of a fight.

"Aheh. 'I am speed'," you read aloud with a scoff. "More like, 'I do speed'," you teased with a grin, catching the way he almost choked on his coffee, shoulders trembling with laughter.

"Who the hell approved these?" you added on.

"The hero commission, I think," Hawks replied, shrugging his shoulders a little.

The coffee, of course, tasted great. He bought the expensive, high-class stuff, after all. Hawks was the only person you knew who could sleep in the dirt with his visor skewed across his face, without a complaint to be had, but refused to drink anything but imported, specially grown coffee beans.

He was ushering you out the door the second you were finished with your coffee, pushing you out into the snowy forestscape, hands grabby and wings fluttering anxiously.

Before you could shudder and complain about the cold, Hawks scooped you up into his arms, kicked the door shut with the heel of his boot, and took to the sky.

You couldn't believe he was out here without a jacket on. Your fully covered arms clung to him for dear life, shivering and trembling in the cold. He wasn't flying particularly fast; but, the winds felt punishing, ice cold biting at your cheeks and seeping in through your clothes.

You were too cold to really appreciate the beauty of the forest covered in freshly poured snow. The glistening, white peaks sparkled like something out of a fairytale in the dimly lit morning light.

"Come on, babe," Hawks cooed, turning his head to blow hot air right on your ear.

Well, no wonder he wasn't cold. It seemed to make sense to you, then, why he went into his rut during these times of the year. He was generating enough heat to be a transportable furnace.

"If you keep clinging to me like that, you're gonna miss the view," Hawks uttered, so close that his lips moved against your skin as he spoke.

You peeled back from him, away from the warmth you were desperately trying to steal. He hadn't stopped flying yet, but slowed down a bit.

"O-oh..." you whispered, taking in the snowy wilderness.

A few miles past the cabin's backyard was a cliff that dipped down into rolling mountains. He had flown overhead, granting a wonderful view of the many acres of untouched wilderness, towering trees and lush forest landscape over rolling hills and mountains.

But, Hawks hadn't dragged you out here at the crack of dawn just to see the snowy landscape. He wanted you out here right at sunrise for a very specific reason.

He had made it just in time for the sun to peak out from the horizon line, like a giant glimpsing through the trees on the mountain top.

The sun was shining a mystical light across the mountains. The overcast clouds were dark purple gliding across crystal clear, blue skies. Rays of red sunlight glided through the trees while gold laid out across the piles of snow like a glistening blanket.

"See?" Hawks murmured, his flight coming to a halt.

He hovered, fairly high up, wings flapping gently, arms still wound tight around you, holding you close. There was a gentle breeze brushing through his hair, causing the feathery strands to tickle at your cheeks.

While you were looking at the landscape in awe, he was staring at you. The sunlight lit up your face and reflected heavily on your eyes, making them glow like crystal orbs. You had finally stopped shivering, too in awe at the sight to notice the chilling bite of the wind.

He didn't say it aloud; but, the most beautiful thing in the sunrise was you.

He liked to tell himself that the rut was making him mushy, emotional. Surely, powerful pro-hero Hawks couldn't be this soft? But, he knew his rut was only amplifying what he already felt so strongly.

His rut made him less inhibited, surfaced darker, feral desires that lay in waiting under layers of discipline he had spent most of his life building.

Even without his rut, you had a power over him he couldn't deny, the power to break him, to peel back the masks he wore, to melt away his self-control, until he was reduced to a desperate animal.

Oh, but the beauty of it all was that you loved that side of him. You had proved to him that you loved every side of him, even the parts that he tried so desperately hard to ensure would never see the light of day.

Even if he could blame his desires on his mutation, that didn't change that he was an assassin, for heroes, yes, but a murderer none the less.

You-

-you knew that, and yet, still, those soft hands held him as if he was untainted. You purred beneath his touch as if those weren't the same hands he had used to kill.

"Keigo?" you hummed.

Just like that, there you were again, freeing him from the torment of his own mind, a lifeline to free him from drowning in the ocean.

"Thank you for this," you uttered, turning your head to look at him.

God, he was beautiful. His gold irises were amplified by the sunlight, like shiny coins in a wishing well, taking in the sight of you shamelessly.

The bird-like curve of his eyelids already gave him a mystical appearance, now further illuminated by the rays of light shining down from above. The wind was blowing, tossing his already frazzled hair in a senseless dance.

The bright red plumes that made up the shape of his wings looked like something out of a dream. In the sunlight, the feathers glowed magnificent crimson, glowing in sharp contrast to the pale white, wintery landscape.

Your hands, that had been gripping his shoulders during the flight, wove up the back of his neck, fingertips touching the trimmed hairs there. You felt his hands tighten where they were holding you, his arms weaving tighter, as if he could get you closer.

"Do you like it here?" Hawks uttered softly.

His tone concerned you a little, as if he was sincerely worried that you were a prisoner here.

You smiled, replying, "it's the first time we've gotten to truly be alone. I'm enjoying myself more than you think."

His gaze softened at your words. A couple of your fingers played with the soft, short hairs at the top of his neck. He felt unbearably warm there, skin slightly damp with sweat. It was startling, considering how cold it was outside.

You felt the soft brush of his lips and let your eyes flutter shut. He was slow, careful, like he was tasting something new and delicious for the first time.

When he pulled back and tilted his head, you felt the faintest drag of his chin across your cheek, felt the fine hairs of his beard tickle your skin.

He hadn't shaved in a couple weeks, leaving you to see him in a mess than most didn't get the honor of. The normally neatly trimmed hairs he shaved down to a fine patch on his chin were now covering most of his jawline, the same beautiful, pale blonde as the hair on his head.

Tantalized, you leaned in, nuzzling your cheek against his jaw, before tilting your head back and feeling the drag of his soft beard against your skin. It felt good, maybe a little too good, and you failed to suppress a quiet gasp.

When you had pulled back far enough to catch his gaze, you immediately realized his eyes had changed. The calm was gone; now, something akin to a storm was brewing underneath.

It was a look you were very familiar with.

He let out a low exhale, as if he had been holding his breath. Your name fell from his lips, low and sultry, a warning, or a curse, and it made you shudder.

Hawks tilted back suddenly and started a sharp decent downward. Having flown together many times, you weren't afraid. The arms around his shoulders tightened and you let out a soft gasp, but more so out of surprise than fear.

His wings fanned out and took him sharply soaring through the trees at a speed much faster than he had brought you here. His grip on you was almost painfully tight, as if his fingers were trying to dig past the fabric of your clothes to get to your skin.

Excitement made you forget about the biting cold, the forest around you distorted almost violently. Suddenly, the cabin door was creaking and then being slammed shut. You hadn't even seen the cabin come into view. Everything felt like a daze.

He flew up to the loft and dropped you unceremoniously at the edge of the bed. The tumble had resulted in you facing away from him; but, you could feel his eyes burning through you.

"Take off your clothes," Hawks commanded, his voice oddly polite despite the nature of his request.

Just as soon as you started working your jacket off, he was kneeling to pull at the laces on your boots. He was strangely gentle when he pulled your shoes off, less so when he tossed them aside. As you worked your shirt off, he pulled your pants and underwear down in one fell swoop, leaving you mostly bare and cold.

You rotated around and leaned up on your elbows, catching his cold stare, indicating that you were not done yet. You peeled your socks off, feeling a rush of excitement at the look he was giving you.

Hawks usually wore a kind, harmless face, not that it was unnatural, for he truly was a good person. However, most could easily forget or be blind to how powerful he was.

Now, in his gold eyes, that was what you saw, the reality that he could take whatever he wanted, when he wanted. You didn't have to be reminded, for every sparring and training session did just that: you couldn't best him if your life depended on it.

Still, Hawks wasn't that kind of person. He was the kind of loved, often times so passionately that you feared you couldn't keep up.

Even now, when his hands took hold of your waist, his body language dominating, wings spread wide behind him, you felt loved.

An amused sound, like a hum, rumbled out of his chest as he carefully maneuvered you around.

You were compliant, letting him roll you around and push your chest down into the bed. The hand on your back was gentle, but commanding, fingers splayed wide in the space between your shoulder blades.

Instead of nudging your thighs with his hands, a boot-clad toe poked between your ankles, commanding you to spread your legs, which you did with a low moan. You leaned up on your toes, presenting to him like an animal.

The sight threatened to send him into a spiral, and you felt his clothed body fall over you, pushing you down into the bed.

His wings flapped once, sending a sharp gust of wind spiraling around the room. There was a painfully obvious contrast between the soft texture of his shirt and the rough texture of his pants.

He made it very clear, with a roll of his hips, that he was ready to take you. The feeling of his clothed erection against your sex, combined with the knowledge that he could just slip right in without preamble, had you mewling.

"You like this," Hawks observed, the words like thunder as they rolled off his tongue.

He retreated, suddenly reeling back and standing behind you, warmth leaving along with him.

"You like when I just take?" he asked, accentuating 'take' with a smack to the back of your thigh. It wasn't hard enough to hurt, but it did manage to startle a yelp out of you.

"Yeah," he uttered lowly, agreeing with his own observations. "You like being Hawks' little plaything," he continued, almost purring the words.

Your delirious brain didn't really know what to expect next. When you heard a thump, you had no idea what to make of it, until you felt breath on your skin and realized that was the sound of Hawks' falling onto his knees behind you.

He didn't waste any time diving in, lapping a heavy tongue across your slit, from top to bottom. His hands gripped your thighs, keeping you still while his tongue breached your entrance.

If his enthusiasm and lack of grace wasn't enough, the rumbling sound he made was enough to make it obvious he liked it.

You couldn't fathom that your taste could possibly be that good; however, you didn't dare comment, especially not when he was doing things with his tongue that shouldn't be humanly possible.

A rough smack to your behind startled you from a delirious daze of pleasure. You yelped quietly, but otherwise remained compliant. When he smacked you again, this time growling faintly into your sex, it was clear he wanted something that you weren't delivering; but, you didn't know what.

"K-Keigo, what-" you whined, breaking off into a howl when he smacked you again.

Normally, such a touch would have you instinctively shriveling away; however, his grip on you was tight, and it kept you still.

Hawks smacked you again, you helplessly cried out, again, and the sound faded into moans that you couldn't possibly contain with what he was doing. You started to wonder, when another smack was delivered, if he was just doing that for his own amusement.

Eventually, he stopped and leaned back, rising to his feet. His hand slid over yours, large palm practically swallowing yours, and guided it back to your sex. You rotated a little, angling your body to follow his movement.

"Feel that," he gently commanded. "How wet and warm you are for me."

You heard the floorboard creak as he leaned back, clearly to get a good view. You did as he requested, immediately driving two fingers into yourself. Sure enough, you were slippery, walls compliant and squishy, and unbelievably warm inside.

Being ready for him with little provocation wasn't exactly a new thing. You were both very busy heroes and keeping your relationship on the downlow. That meant quickies more often than proper time together.

Yet, Hawks sounded immensely pleased; with himself or with you, you couldn't quite tell.

He returned to the floor, hand brushing your knuckles to push your fingers in as deep as they could go.

"Keigo, what are you-" you began, cutting off when his tongue returned to your heat, right alongside your fingers.

"Finger yourself," he told you, sounding oddly blissful despite the fact that you hadn't touched him at all. His cock was still trapped inside his pants, throbbing against the rough material.

You complied with his request, lacking in any grace or proper friction considering the awkward angle. However, Hawks groaned in approval at the view before leaning back in.

His tongue dipped in right alongside your digits. Immediately, he forced the pace and you were desperate to try and keep up, fingers squelching in and out of your core alongside the slobbery mess of his tongue.

Your fingers couldn't compare, lacking in the length, thickness and dexterity of his digits. But, it seemed that Hawks was less focused on getting you off and more focused on playing with you; or, maybe, you had severely underestimated what the taste of your essence was doing to him.

At some point, he pulled back, grabbed your wrist to remove your fingers from your core, and sucked them into his own mouth. You weren't expecting the teeth, and let out a low hiss when his fangs threatened to pierce the skin, holding you firmly in place while his tongue sucked your fingers clean.

He didn't release your hand when he was done. You heard the floorboards creak as he stood up, felt him tug your hand down, until your knuckles brushed his clothed cock.

"You want that?" Hawks breathed.

His free hand gently spread over the space between your shoulder blades, pushing you down before you could dare think to lean up. Your cheek was resting against the sheets, hair spewed about in a mess. His hand wandered, pushing hair out of the way until your neck and shoulders were properly exposed.

From where you laid on the bed, you couldn't make out the sight of him; but, you could see one of his wings, stretched out, looming predatorily.

"Yes," you replied hoarsely.

His hand glided over the prominent bump where your first vertebrae jutted from the top of your spine, and lowered, setting between your shoulder blades once more, where he held you still.

"Then, take it," Hawks uttered, his other hand releasing your wrist.

You let out a low hiss, wanting to curse him for making such a ridiculous request. You couldn't see his face; but, you sure as hell could feel the smirk he was wearing as he stared at you, watching your handle fumble with his belt.

You doubted it was mercy; but, Hawks leaned in closer, the tops of his thighs sliding over the backs of yours, making it a little easier to undo his belt buckle.

The button on his pants followed, but not with ease, before you tugged his zipper down. You couldn't tug his pants down like this, leaving you to fumble around with his boxers, trying to fish his cock out.

"Keigo, you fucking ass-" you growled, not bothering to hide your frustration.

Hawks laughed softly, sounding a little more out of it than he did amused. "'m sorry," he cooed. "-like seein' you struggle."

The slur in his voice should have given it away, his patience had depleted; however, it still surprised you when he suddenly swatted your hand away. He hooked his thumb on the hem of his boxers and pulled them down just enough for his cock to bob free.

You felt the smooth tip nudge at your entrance, the faintest warning, before he pushed forward and entered your moist heat.

"Ohhhh fuck," Hawks howled.

He gave you no time to become accustomed to the sudden intrusion, immediately pistoning his hips back and forth, driving his cock in and out of you.

One hand pinned your torso, while his thighs pinned your legs, and his other hand gripped your hip for leverage. You shifted your feet, trying to lift up on your toes to better the angle, and bumped against his boots.

He was still fully clothed; and, really, that shouldn't have mattered so much. After all, how many times had he freed his cock from his jumpsuit to take you quick and hard before tucking it back in and immediately looking as if nothing nefarious had occurred. Yet, still, the realization had you feeling dizzy.

Before you could nudge a hand between your thighs, something beat you to it. You recognized that bizarre texture. It was soft, sure, but a tad bit pricklier than a normal feather, with an unnatural, firm touch. The little heathen knew exactly how you liked to be touched there, too.

The wet, lewd noises of your union, skin slapping together, was drowned out by the litany of moans pouring from his mouth. If he wasn't crying out in ecstasy, he was huffing and puffing like he had just ran a marathon.

If you were being honest, he was being just a little too rough, a little too fast, offering you no reprieve. You didn't doubt that he would stop if you asked him to; but, you sure as hell didn't want him to. The intensity of it all had you on a plain of existence you rarely got to experience, where pleasure became blinding and mind-numbing.

His hand slid off your back and onto the bed, grabbing a fistful of the sheets as he set a brutal pace, the kind that threatened to unravel your sanity.

"Fuck! You feel so fucking good," he growled, sounding so out of breath and lost. "Gonna fill you up. Yeah, I am. Want my seed dripping out of you all fucking week."

High off the pleasure, and maybe a little influenced by his own state, you moaned approvingly at the suggestion.

"Baby," he whined, suddenly sounding like he was in pain. The feather fluttering against your pearl intensified, practically vibrating against you with how fast it was moving.

"Need you come, need you to come," Hawks pleaded, the words hissing out from his lips between desperate pants.

You didn't think you could come in that moment. Everything felt so good, from his cock rearranging your insides to his feather flicking at your clit. The pleasure was tingling down your thighs and crawling up your spine. You could barely breathe, let along process a coherent thought beyond Keigo.

The hand that had been holding your hip let go and joined the other in gripping the bed. He arched over you, forehead meeting your back.

"Come for me, come for me," Hawks sobbed.

You realized then, as he trembled behind you, that he had reached his own completion, and he didn't slow down until his orgasm waned. You could feel his seed, like molten lava as it filled your insides.

Hawks was still panting when he growled, "again."

He flipped you over, winding your legs over his waist and somehow managing to keep his cock seated inside of you during the transition. Your arms flopped uselessly above your head. You felt weak, laying there like a doll while he turned you over. Still, it felt good: his cock, his hands, his warmth.

One of his arms looped beneath your lower back and tugged you properly onto the bed. He climbed onto the sheets and followed, dragging you beneath him.

He was prepared to continue thrusting into you wildly and blindly chase another orgasm when your eyes met and he froze up. You could practically see him blink away delirious arousal, the sight of your debauched face bringing him back to his senses.

"B-baby, do you need me to stop?" Hawks offered, the words falling from his lips so weakly.

You huffed out a weak breath and reached for him. He leaned down, letting you wind your arms across his shoulders. Your fingers dipped across his clothed back until you reached his wings.

Hawks literally shouted when your fingers dipped into the exposed seams on the shirt and touched the baby feathers growing fresh from his back. The sound rattled your bones and made you jerk from the startle.

He didn't have to be told twice, obviously, for Hawks continued his thrusting immediately. The slippery, wet sounds of his claim over your body was downright disgusting, and you loved it. Your legs clung desperately to his hips, heels digging into the backs of his thighs.

One of his feathers was still pressed against your clit, now trapped between your bodies. It had stopped moving; but, every time he thrust back into you, it created delicious friction.

Your assault on his wings rendered Hawks incapable of speech. The pleasured sounds he made was almost unnatural. If you didn't know any better, you would have thought he was in pain between the broken, blabbering moans and choked, sharp gasping.

His arms were still wound beneath you, holding onto you for leverage and clinging to you so closely, so tightly, it was almost crushing. His wings were arched up high, flapping occasionally as if to increase the momentum behind his thrusts.

His face fell into your throat, forcing your head back into the sheets. He was burning hot, practically oozing sweat. In the corner of your eye, you could see the red tint staining his ears. You could practically feel his frustration gnawing its way through his body and into yours.

Without warning, you felt what couldn't be mistaken for anything other than Hawks' teeth piercing the skin of your neck. Sure, he had bit you before, even left faint hickies on occasion; however, this was something else entirely, and forced a scream from your throat.

You had no doubt he had pierced the skin, judging by how it burned. He was growling into the skin, holding onto you with his teeth as if you were attempting to flee. You didn't dare release his wings, fingers woven through the fine plumes, caressing the sensitive skin of his shoulder blades, where crimson feathers grew.

The bite hurt, without a doubt, but there was no denying the electrical shocks of pleasure it sent through your body. If it wasn't that, then it was the growls vibrating from his mouth onto your skin.

Suddenly, your orgasm hit, and left you screaming and gasping with a sort of ferocity you didn't think you were capable of. Something that sounded almost like his name fell from your lips at some point. Your back arched and your legs trembled where they rested around his hips.

You failed to realize he was following closely behind you. Your grip on his feathers had gone limp and you didn't notice the way his wings arched up, the tips of the longest quills nearly touching the ceiling. He kept going and going, until he was spent and your cries of ecstasy came to a halt.

Hawks let go of your throat and leaned up, removing his arms from beneath you to set his palms on the sheets. He should have felt embarrassed or ashamed or something. But, looking down at the bleeding bite wound on your shoulder, watching the way your chest heaved with heavy breaths, seeing the tint of red along your cheeks and neck, he felt blissfully proud.

Hawks scooped you into an embrace and carefully rolled onto his side, bringing you in with him and cradling you against his chest. One of his wings fell over you, the plumes stretched wide to hide you from the outside world. All you could see was him, his handsome face, the crimson feathers of his wings.

You were acutely aware that he was still inside you, still somewhat hard; but, his temperature was lowering and his breathing was steadily returning to normal. Your fingers untangled from his plumes and came around to rest limply on his chest.

He lapped his tongue softly against the bite wound until it stopped bleeding before peppering it with kisses. It stung a little and you squirmed in his grasp.

"I'm not sorry about the bite," Hawks confessed lowly, leaning back to look at your face.

"Me either," you replied, offering him a weak smile.

He looked blissfully unaware until you leaned in and sucked some of the skin of his neck into your mouth. Hawks groaned approvingly, laying still until you were satisfied and let go, leaving behind a faint, purple bruise.

You stared at his handsome face, watching the vibrant, red blush slowly leave his features as he calmed down. Blonde locks were clinging to his sweat soaked forehead and everything between the two of you reeked of sex. Yet, you couldn't bring yourself to complain when he looked so damn happy.

Hawks leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss against yours lips. Before he could retreat, you tilted your head and leaned in, not letting him escape. He hummed into the kiss, letting you lead until you were content and departed with a wet smack.

"Just a little bit longer," he promised, fingers gently digging into your back.

"Tell me what you're thinking," you requested, nuzzling your nose against his.

Something uncertain flickered in his gold eyes and his lids narrowed slightly.

"It's not sensical," he uttered lowly, and you felt one of his hands slide around to your front. His thumb lovingly brushed along the dip of your tummy, beneath your belly button. His gold eyes shifted down, staring at the expansion of your naval with dedication.

You both had implants. It wasn't going to happen. He knew that. Of course he did. But, he couldn't help but feel dedicated to commit to the effort, as if it would.

Your hand followed his, spreading over his fingers to press him down gently over your lower abdomen, as if this would be successful, as if there was a chance he would take. The encouragement to put him ease.

Hawks wanted to believe it was the rut talking. Some of it was, his body deliriously driven to mate, to the point that he overheated and arousal pained his core. But, his motivation wasn't purely biological. It was because it was you, whom he trusted with every fiber of his being.

But, he couldn't bring himself to tell you that. You loved being a hero, and he wasn't going to take that from you.

It felt special, being hidden with him like this, beneath his wing, whispering such depravities to one and other, that the rest of the world would never know. You felt safe, in a way that felt impossible. Here, as irrational as it sounded, you felt like Hawks could protect you from the world.

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Mr. perfect.

pairing: idol!Joshua x reader

genre: angst

word count: 1.5K

summary: what do you do when the one who was always there to comfort you, is the one who now has broken you?

warnings: mentions of cheating, denial and heartbreak.

A/N: this sucks. I’m sorry.

When you first learned about love, you always tried to keep in mind that everything about it was ephemeral, that no matter how many happy endings you had heard about, there was no way someone could ever meet such expectations. To you, fairytales were nothing but that, a fictional scenario people created to give themselves hope, to try to find something good even when the so-called love they felt, hurt them more than any physical harm.

But then you met Joshua, and suddenly you found yourself believing in everything you had convinced yourself was nothing but a lie.

You met him on a Friday night at some fancy party your best friend had thrown. Being from a wealthy family, it was no surprise to you that you found some famous people there. You were nothing like them, but being attached to the hip to her since you were kids surely took you to some places you would’ve never thought you’d ever see.

Dressed in a skin-tight navy dress, you were minding your own business, playing with the martini in your hands as your eyes traveled across the enormous house. The music wasn’t the same kind people your age would put in the background, instead, there were some violinists and pianists playing live. You felt out of place, the fact that your friend had left your side to keep greeting people not helping at all.

And that’s when you saw him, walking through the door with some other guys in a beige tuxedo, black strands of hair hanging over his eyes and small silver piercings decorating his ears.

Your eyes were immediately drawn to him, as he stood there across the room with his hands in his pockets, clearly enjoying the music and focused on the musicians. That’s when somewhere along the lines his eyes had landed on you, the previously blank expression on his face turning into the smallest but sweetest smile for you, and you swore you had never seen a man that beautiful in your entire life.

You knew it was over for you as soon as those round and beautiful dark orbs made your heart go crazy, wanting to look away but not being able to. He had an instant power over you, and you didn’t even want it to be any different.

Somehow you exchanged numbers that night, and although you thought you would never see him again, he proved you otherwise when he started texting you the following days.

You started spending time together every now and then, going to some cafes or meeting somewhere more private. Knowing the reality of his situation wasn’t something easy, but you were soon so infatuated with him that you didn’t even think of saying no when he asked you out.

Being with an idol wasn’t what you had expected at all, but Joshua always made everything feel so safe, warm, and comfortable that everything seemed to be just so easy.

He was so attentive, caring, and loving that you, not even once, felt neglected. He called you every single night before going to sleep or messaged you in the mornings or during breaks.

If you ever felt bad, he always knew the right words to say, and even though you felt insecure about him being around beautiful women all the time, he was quick to ease your fears and make you believe there was no way in the world he would ever want someone who wasn’t you.

You felt wanted, beautiful, and loved. He was a prince, he was everything someone could have ever wanted. So gentle, sweet, always there for you no matter what.

He was the only one who was able to set your body aflame with a single touch, always feeling like you were flying whenever his arms wrapped around you and the smell of his cologne, so familiar, filled your nose and made you feel like everything would be okay.

The way he held your hand and kissed your knuckles when he drove, the way he always tucked strands of hair behind your ear, or the way he kissed you in the middle of saying something just because he couldn’t help but being so whipped for you, making you lose your mind with such a simple action.

His sweet, raspy voice in the mornings after he had spent the night; the way his pupils dilated whenever you wore one of his shirts with nothing underneath, the way he made love to you as soon as he went back home, loving you hard enough for you to feel the trace of his fingers and the taste of his mouth whenever he had to leave again. Fingers through his hair as his mouth swallowed your moans, fingertips digging on your burning skin, teeth sinking on the flesh as he took you to paradise.

The way you found relief in his lips, kissing like there was no tomorrow and feeling like you couldn't get enough of each other. His tongue making you delirious, electrifying every inch of your skin.

Everything that came out of his mouth was dripping with honey, because he never wanted to see you upset, because he was your serotonin, because he simply was the best thing that had ever happened to you, and you were the same for him.

Or at least, that’s what you thought.

That’s why you couldn’t process the words that were falling from his mouth that night, after a month of not seeing each other for his comeback and promotions, he had come to your house, but as soon as you met his gaze, you knew something was wrong.

But you never thought it’d be something so horrible.

He had appeared at your place to tell you he had kissed a female back dancer a week before.

“No.” You laughed humorlessly as you shook your head. “It’s impossible. That did not happen.”

His eyes were filled with hurt and remorse, the more he noticed your denial, the worse he felt.

“y/n… I- I’m so sorry… Fuck I’m sorry. I swear I love you. I’m such an asshole.”

“Joshua, please stop. This is not a funny joke.”

“How can you think I would joke with something like this?” He asked in frustration, running his fingers through his hair.

And you were well aware of it not being a joke in the slightest. The way you could feel cold sweat running down your spine and your stomach churn kept trying to pull your feet back to the ground. But you would try to trick the fate and desperately conjure the truth you wanted to take place.

“Because there’s no way you’d do something like that. You love me, right? You’ve done nothing but show me how much you do.”

Joshua swallowed, tears burning his eyes and threatening to fall.

“I do love you. More than anything.” He assured. “That’s why I’m here, that’s why I can’t stand the idea of what I did behind your back. I kissed someone else while you stayed home and gave me all of your trust.” He repeated. “I regret it every second because I know how much I just fucked up… But I can’t cope with the idea of you trying to dismiss it. I don’t deserve it.”

"Joshua"

He shook his head, stepping closer and grabbing your hands in his.

"Please, please don't give me a chance to stay by your side because I will not hesitate to take it and I don't deserve to be with someone like you." His voice was so sweet, so subtle despite of him saying something so devastating. His hand moved to tuck a strand of hair behind you ear like he always did, retreating as soon as the guilt attacked him again. "You're so beautiful, so smart, sweet and bright and I'm so, so in love with you. It kills me to know I just ruined everything with the woman I love the most in such a dumb way."

You noticed the way his eyes were getting watery, another thing that made you realize how real it was. You wanted to hate him and tell him how much of a dick he was, but nothing came out of your mouth. You just couldn't, although you knew you should have, you could not bring yourself to hate him.

“You- No, listen Joshua…” You trailed off, heart finally breaking in a million pieces as you tried your best to convince yourself that everything was nothing but a twisted dream. “I know you would never hurt me like that. You would never cheat on me. Why would you? That’s ridiculous! You know that I'd do anything for you, right? You know that I love you more than anything. We’ve always had this chemistry, this peaceful and beautiful relationship. You’ve never given me any reasons to be jealous or to feel insecure, someone like that wouldn’t go against his own preach.” You tried to reason, a bitter chuckle slipping from your lips as you wiped your tears “See, I know you’re just such a gentleman that you’d rather put the blame on your shoulders than say she was the one who took advantage of you and kissed you. You’re a gorgeous guy, it must be hard for people not to throw themselv-"

“Why are you trying so desperately to excuse my actions?" He interrupted you in distress. "Babe, I- I don’t deserve it. I was the one who kissed her. While we danced the atmosphere got tense, the adrenaline did not help, and I just had the impulse.” Joshua said lowly, the knot in his throat becoming thicker and making it hard for him to breathe. “I’m so sorry... Why can't you just blame me for what I did? Just tell me how much of a piece of shit I am, slap me, tell me you don't want to see me again. Call me a dickhead, the worst thing that happened to you, I'll take it all, because I fucked up.”

You forced yourself to step back, the air in your lungs slowly fading away as the void in your chest grew bigger.

“No... I- I can't... Because you would never do something so vile.” You smiled, not noticing the way your tears were already streaming down your cheeks. "You wouldn't throw all the beautiful things between us out of the window just to get your damn dick wet. Not when you told me so many times how you'd never want anyone else but me and I believed you because you looked me in the eyes."

Joshua pressed his eyes shut and took a deep, shaky breath as he stepped closer, but you stepped back.

"I do not want anyone else but you, but I stopped thinking and just let my primal self take control instead of considering what I got to lose."

"No!" You shouted. "You wouldn't! You're perfect!"

Joshua lowered his gaze to the floor, hands ballin into fists.

“I’m not perfect… I never was, I never will. No one is.” He whispered. "That's why I need to go before I keep hurting you. If you ask me to stay I will, and I can not let you accept me back."

And then you knew. The idea you had engraved in your head about love being a real fairytale was long gone, cause all it did was break, burn and end.

Your sweet boyfriend, the same who used to whisper how much he loved you against your lips, the same who washed your hair for you, the same who looked at you like you were the most beautiful thing in the world, was the same one who had stabbed you in the back.

Your lip quivered, and Joshua wanted desperately to wipe your tears away and hold you in his arms, but how could he? When he was the one who had hurt you in the first place, how could he ever fix up a heart he let down? He did not deserve to touch you ever again.

With a shaky breath, you forced the words out of your throat.

“That’s where the problem is, Joshua.” You said, voice cracking as his brows pulled together in confusion. “That’s why facing the truth will destroy every part of my being, that's why I will never be able to trust anyone again, that's why I don't want you to walk out the door. If you do, everything will be real, and the thing that would hurt the most is to realize all this time I stopped believing in my instincts, because I thought you were different, because I've always known perfection does not exist…" You explained, a small sob falling from your mouth and cutting you out before you continued. "But to me, you were perfect.”

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