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loveneversleepss · 1 year

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Part.11 caught

(Mature scenes ahead 18+)

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I wake up a little earlier than usual. I get up and just stare at my wall for a while until I decide to go to the bathroom. I walk over to the bathroom until the door swings open in front of me. Hyunjin. “Oh hi you’re up early.” I just nod my head and walk past him. Closing the door behind me, I wash my face and brush my teeth. I take off my jacket as I walk back to my room and see the door is open.

Hyunjin pov

“Oh hi you’re up early.” Didn’t except to see her up this early. She has bed head hair and her lips look more pouty than usual. She nods her head not even looking at me. She walks right past me without looking up once at me. I turn around and watch her close the door in my face. Why does she keep doing that? Is she avoiding me? Last time when I tried to touch her head she dodged it. Oh how that made me angry as I watched her walk over to Felix. Made me even more angry when I caught her and Felix kissing in the bathroom. God why would she wanna kiss him? Wait. What if she saw me that morning? I thought I heard a creak at my door. I’ll just talk to her about it.

I decide that i should wait for her when she comes out. I walk over to her room leaving the door open. I look around her room for a moment. Looking at all the details she put into it. I notice my painting hanging on the wall and I walk over to it. Then noticing pictures of people around it. I see her friend Ryujin and Jeongin standing next to her. I pick it up. Right. She was Jeongins. Now Felix’s. It’s not fair. I fancied her first. I just never had the courage to say anything. How could I? Jeongin always would talk about you and I knew I couldn’t have you. I look over my shoulder and see love staring at me.

Back to Love pov

“What are you doing in here?” He puts down my picture in its place. He turns to look at me and puts his hands in his pockets. “I wanted to ask you something.” I cross my arms and walk over to my desk to put my sweater down. “At this time? Maybe later k?” It’s silent for a while until he grabs ny wrist and turns me around. “What’s up with you? Are you mad at me?” He’s so close to me. I try my best to avoid eye contact with him. “N-no” fuck. Way to go with my dumb stutter. He smirks and turns his head slightly. “Then why are you avoiding me?” I look down at my feet as he lets go of me. “I can’t say. I don’t wanna embarrass you.” I finally look up at him. “Oh so you saw me? No biggie.” He causally says. I look at him confused. “So you moaning my name is a ‘no biggie’?” He looks away and turns his back to me. “Well that um.. it was a heat if the moment thing. You know? “No actually I don’t know. You wouldn’t do that if you didn’t like me. That’s why I’ve been avoiding you. It got awkward.” He turns back around and laughs. He grabs my chin and forces me to look at him. “Don’t worry I don’t have a crush on you or anything.” I nod my head and he lets go. I can’t help but feel a little embarrassed. Feeling my cheeks go red a bit.

“Still friends with Ryujin?” He walks back to the photo. “Not really? We talk every now and then.” He nods his head. “Oh really? Well just so you know we fucked back in high school.” My eyes widen at his words. “What? You guys-“ “yeah just once though. She got about clingy after believe it or not. I was scared that She might kill me for telling you so I didn’t. Until now.” I scoff and look at my feet. I burst out laughing. “And all the talk about saying you were the most annoying person ever.” I say shaking my head. He shrugs his shoulders. “Anyways see you later. Oh right you may wanna cover up those hickeys before you go out.” He walks out and closes my door. I walk over to my mirror. What the fuck. My whole neck is covered in hickeys. Fucking Lee know. Guess that was his revenge. I put some concealer on and try to cover it as much as possible. Maybe I should take that photo down now.

Time skipp~

I’m eating a quick snack in the dining room until I hear Han and Hyunjin come out. “Yoo love wanna play some just dance?” “Oh you’re on.” He chooses the first song Black mamba by Aespa. Honestly since I didn’t stretch I felt it in my knees. When it finishes it shows I won. I jump up and down and rub it in Han’s face. I turn around to Hyunjin, and jump on top of him. Holding him tightly. “Whoo aren’t you proud of me Jinnie?” We stare at each other for a couple seconds. He smiles at me. “Now it’s my turn. Imma beat you for sure.” I get off him and we play the next game. As we’re playing Felix and Lee know comes out. Me glaring at Lee know when I turn around. Hyunjin ends up winning and rubs it in my face. Han laughing at me and I get angry and throw a pillow at him. “Aww it’s okay lovey.” Hyunjin says as he wraps his arms around me and gives me a quick peck on the cheek. I stare at him in disgust. I elbow him in the rib and he moves away in defeat.

I get ready for bed and change into a baggy t-shirt and decide to just wear my panties. I want to go grab a water bottle from the kitchen but don’t wanna out on shorts because I’m comfy. I decide to just quickly go and grab it. When I walk out I see Lee know sleeping on the couch. He looked so pretty laying there. Whatever. Still mad at him. I quickly grab my water bottle and go back to my room. Quickly drinking some and getting into bed. I’m lying there for a bit until I think of Lee know again.

I think about what happened with him the other night. How he made me feel and where he touched me. I get caught up and I did my hand into my panties. I start rubbing my cilt while thinking about him. Fuck why did he have to leave like that. I wanted to feel him inside me and pound into me like a sex toy. “Fuck Lee know.” I then feel someone grab my hand. I get scared and gasp. Lee know staring down at me with his eyes dark with lust. “who were you thinking about?” I look away from him feeling myself heat up. He gets on top of me between my legs while pinning my wrists together with one hand. With his other hand he’s tracing the hickeys he left on my neck the night before. “I saw Hyunjin coming out your room earlier.” He reaches at the bottom of my shirt and pulls it off me. “Was it him you were thinking about?” Oh I get it jealousy. “Are you jealous?” He frowns and turns me over on my knees. He kisses my back and shiver at his touch. His fingers trailing down and touches my clothed cunt. Letting a satisfied gasp leave my lips. He whispers in my ear ,”you think he can treat you better than I can?” He brings my body up, my back and his chest touching. He wraps his hand around my neck, choking me softly. “I don’t think he can.” He reaches inside my panties and puts one finger inside my wet pussy. I whine at his touch. “Sounds like you might me jealous to me.” He starts to suck on my neck adding another finger into my pussy. I moan out pathetically.

“How can I be jealous when I have you right here?” He mumbles into my skin. He takes his hand out and pushes me on the bed, landing on my back. He takes his shirt and I admire his beautiful sculpted body. I run my hand down his body. “I didn’t do anything with Hyunjin.” I confess and he stops to stare into my eyes. He leans down to me and places a kiss on my lips. He nibbles on my bottom lip as his hands come up to grope my tits. I reach my hand inside his pants and rub on his clothed crouch. He groans in my mouth as he slips his tongue inside. Our tongues colliding and soon becomes sloppy as he bucks his hips against my hand. I reach inside and wrap around him, pumping up and down. He whimpers and lord does it awaken something inside me. I pull away from him and he tries to chase my lips. I move my hand to run my thumb across his bottom lip. Him looking at me with dark lust eyes again. “Can you take these of for me?” He motions towards my bra. I unclip the back and throw it on my floor. His hands quickly replace my bra as he teases my nipples, pinching them slightly. “God you’re beautiful.” He pinches a little harder and pornographic moan slips out my mouth.

He starts to kiss my neck again and trails down my body. From between my breasts, to my lower stomach until he’s kissing my inner thighs. He bites softly driving me crazy. “Please don’t tease.” I tell him. He looks up at me with hooded eyes. He hooks his hands on my panties and drags them off painfully slow. He lays his face closer and I can feel his breath on my cunt. “I’ll tease you all I want.” He says as he dives in. His tongue coliding with my cilt, sucking on it. I let out another loud moan and I cover my mouth in embarrassment. He grabs my wrist and pulls them away. He moves his face up to mine. “Don’t do that. I wanna hear you scream my name.” I whimper at his words as I buck up my hips to his. Trying to create some friction. “Being impatient are we?” He starts to take off his shorts. Finally. He pulls them down with his boxers and strokes his length. I can’t help but stare. Is that really gonna go inside me? He lines up with my entrance and bucks his hips up inside. He starts to pound into me without warning and I moan out loud like crazy. I wrap my legs around his waist as I bit my upper lip. I turn into a whispering mess as I stare into his eyes. I grab his hand and place it on my neck, him immediately squeezing around it. “Lee know..” I moan out. He groans out and gives me another kiss. Despite him pounding into me this kiss is different. It’s soft and delicate.

He pulls away from me to readjust me. I go on my knees and push back into him. He lines up again and start pounding even harder into me, if that was even possible. It sends shivers down my spine and I feel butterflies in my stomach. I think I like this position. He grabs a fistful of my hair and tugs on it. I let out another painfully loud moan. He comes down to my ear, “Do you like fucking you like this? Fucking your like my little slut?” I clench around him hard at his degrading. “Oh you like that? You like me calling you my slut? Dirty little love.” He slaps my ass, hard. I moan and I arch my back. “Fuck Lee know faster please.” I say a little louder than I intended to. He starts to pick up his pace and I feel a tight knot in my stomach. “Mm Lee know.” “I know baby let it go.” He reaches his hand down and rubs circles on my cilt. I scream out his name as my orgasm takes over me. I cream around him and he rides out ny orgasm. He pulls out of me as I catch my breath. Once I do I grab him and push him on his back. “What are you-“ I sink down onto him cutting him off. He quickly places his hands on my waist as he lets out a groan. “I wanna make you feel good baby.” I grind into him and start to suck on his collarbones. I leave markings in the letter L. Marking him mine.

I get back and start to slide up and down on him. His moans and whimpers start to get louder. “Come inside me baby. Make me yours.” I say and scratch on his chest. I Can feel my second high start to creep up and he notices. Quickly changing positions to pound into me again. “Cum for me baby. I’m almost there.” He whispers in my ear. He kisses me deeply until I moan into his mouth shaking as my second high comes. The second orgasm must’ve been too much for him as he accidentally cums inside me. I gasp as I look him into the eyes. “Jeez are you trying to get me pregnant?” He let’s out a loud chuckle. “If you’re not then we get to do this again.” I giggle and he lays a peck on my cheek. He pulls out and I whine at the sudden emptiness. He gets up and puts his boxers and shorts on. He walks to door. “Are you leaving? Don’t go.” I tell him looking at him with puppy eyes. He laughs. “I gotta take care of you, don’t I?” He walks out and comes back with a warm wet rag. He cleans me up and picks me up and places me on the couch. He puts me in new clothes. Him kissing my cheek every now and then.

He replaces my sheets with new ones. He picks me back up and places me inside my sheets. He grabs my water bottle from earlier and brings it to my mouth. I drink some as he puts it back. “Can you sleep with me tonight? I want cuddles.” I say and opening my arms. He laughs and comes inside my sheets with me. Our bodies facing each other. His body wrapped around mine and I instantly feel drozy. He kisses the top of my head. “Let me take you on a date tomorrow.” I look up at him and smile. “Of course. If I can walk tomorrow that is.” I giggle at the last part. “I hope I wasn’t too rough. Are you okay?” He says stroking ny cheek. I nod my head leaning in to place a soft kiss on his lips. “Better than okay.” I put my head against his chest. Listening to his breathing as I drift off to sleep.

To be continued~

I’m kinda proud of my writing in this bc I’m not usually good at writing smut. I got the tingles.

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felixscorset · 2 years

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Meaningful Late Night Moments

Rime x Mc x Felix polycule

“Come on, a few kisses will not ruin our friendship.”

GN! Reader

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It had been a really long week for everyone. We all wanted to wind down, whether that be to relax or to have fun. For me and Rime it just so happened to be both. Felix on the other hand, still wanting to catch up on reading declined on the ‘fun’ Sage tried inviting us too. Rime and I both thought drinking with Felix in his study sounded more appealing. So, we’d already planned our Friday night.

Over the past few months the three of us had become close friends, well if you asked Rime he’d mumble something about, ‘it’s better than hanging out with Sage.’ But, in all reality I’ve enjoyed hanging out with Rime without the whole killing part involved. Rime, though he doesn’t admit has enjoyed Mc’s company. Felix has found it refreshing that the two aren’t enemies anymore.

Tonight, Rime had met Felix and me in Felix’s study. “I have the wine.” Rime comes in with with two bottles in one arm and three glasses balancing in the other. As he comes in and sets the glasses down on Felix’s desk, I meet him half way and take the bottles.

“Someone’s eager to starting drinking.” He smirks at me. “That’s one way to put in-“ I smirk back. “After the week we’ve had we’re all eager.” Felix says putting his book down and removing his glasses. “I couldn’t agree more, honestly you’d think those damned o-“ “Hey! it’s over!- it’s the weekend no talking about it!” I huff out crossing my arms looking pointedly at Rime. Felix sighs, “At least for now, I have to agree.” Nodding, I set one bottle down and open the other. We sit in silence as I pour us some wine. I pour a bit more than I usually would. Putting the bottle down, I hand a glass to the both of them. We get into some small talk at first but as we progress into the night the conversations get more random and drawn out.

Rime starts telling me some embarrassing stories from his and Felix’s Starsworn days. I try really to focus on the stories but my mind is starting to get a little foggy after my third glass of wine.

“If I hadn’t pull Felix out of there in time, I’m certain he would have been covered from head to toe in horse shit.”

“I recall you being the one that lead me there,” Felix retorts. Rime’s faces has a red tint to it after he sips from his fourth glass. Felix seems already drunk after his third glass.

“Ha, yeah right- you obviously just didn’t want to admit you were wrong about the directions,”

“Maybe I just wanted to prove I can navigate just fine without portals.”

I let out an airy laugh.

“Felix you wouldn’t manage long without portals. I wouldn’t want to hear your complaints about walking either.” I tease and Rime nods, “Exactly. It’s not our fault you don’t have the stamina.” Rime snorts while Felix pouts and rests his chin in his palm.

“Hey, Felix has his strengths. Stamina may not be included but the sour taste after a little portal run is better than walking.”

Felix smiles at me and takes another sip of wine.

Letting out a sigh, Rime hops up to sit on Felix’s desk. He looks at me and I can tell by the look on his face he’s planning to tease. “Does it really take a bit of alcohol to get meaningful around here.” It comes out as more of a statement than a question.

“I wouldn’t say the conversation was meaningful.” Felix looks into the glass. I don’t know what came over me in that moment, maybe it was the way Rime sits legs crossed leaning back on his palms on Felix’s desk or Felix’s slight pout as he stares into his glass. I don’t know what I’m thinking but I feel my face heat up more as I look between the two of them. Wait- what am I thinking… Oh gods, I’m sure my face is tomato red as I realize I’m nervous. But- before I can even think it’s seems the alcohol speaks for me.

“We could make it meaningful.”

I don’t think I really comprehended my loving tone when I spoke, my words although they were not anything extreme caused the two of them to look my way. Felix seems to turn red in unison with me and Rime just staring in slight shock.

“What?-“ Rime starts but seems to be taken aback a bit. “Mc…” Felix speaks quietly, Rime clears his throat and looks away. “I think Mc has had enough wine,” I didn’t have much, I don’t even argue I just pour myself another glass. “What if…” I start they both look at me again with unreadable expressions.

“What if it isn’t the wine..” I say softly, “I mean- We’ve been friends for only a few months, yes.” I don’t realize what I saying, but somehow a part of me does realize that, it’s true. I’ve realized over the past few months of knowing Felix and Rime, I come to adore them and not just in a way that means I think the world of them- I certainly do but- I just. I can’t even begin to imagine life without them. Life back on Earth seems impossible to go back too even if I wanted too. How did I manage without them? I must’ve been close to losing it at the very least. I know that may not be true but now that I know them, I just feel like. “I just feel like you both are so much more to me than friends.”

They both look at me in complete silence at first. Surprisingly Felix is the first to collect himself. “Mc, I didn’t know you felt that way..” He reaches for my hand. I look at him, hopeful.

“I’ve somehow realized that life seems a bit brighter with you both around.” Felix smiles at me and can only gawk at him.

“You both are absolutely full of it.” Rime sighs, he sounds upset but I can tell he’s content if not relieved at our words. “I would’ve said the same thing if it was a few months earlier.” Felix admits while Rime looks at the both of us.

Rime gaze softens after a minute and he gives a slight smile. “I guess i’m not fully against the idea of being stuck with you two..” I take a long drawn out sip of my wine while looking over the glass at him. “Mmmmm~” I raise an eyebrow at him as his huffs and brings his own glass to his lips. Felix laughs, “You two are ridiculous.” I finish my glass and look at him, “You say ridiculous I say its only ridiculous that we haven’t kis-“ “Don’t you even start, Mc. I think you’ve said enough tonight.” Rime stops drinking so fast but his words are stern in a playful manner I can’t help but laugh.

“Come on Rime, a few kisses will not ruin our friendship.” I can’t help but tease.

“Hm. Shall we put that to the test?” Rime smirks and looks at Felix. “What do you say Felix? Since you love proving people wrong~” Felix ignores the nod to the earlier debate and smiles fondly,

“I’d be more than delighted to prove them wrong.”

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red-of-hells-kitchen · 2 years

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Kiss Him, You Fool.

(my first felixford fic i'm posting here!! it's kinda all over the place, using two songs from the playlist in it and one not in the playlist, but i love it regardless! enjoy besties <3)

wc: 1608

Club Styx was pretty easily managed, mostly doing it by itself. So Felix liked to help out behind the bar sometimes, making drinks for people who couldn't actually feel the effects of the alcohol, just liked the taste. So it wasn't unusual for Felix to get some downtime behind the bar and chat with anyone on the other side.

"Mind if I have a drink?" A familiar voice spoke. Felix turned around from where he was cleaning the shelves and greeted them with a smile.

"Wilford! Of course, what can I get for you?" Felix asked, leaning his hands against the counter.

Wilford gave Felix a devilish smile. "Would it be wrong of me to say a kiss?" he asked.

Felix felt his face heat up with a small blush, but he was ready. "Afraid that's not a drink, Wilf. What'll it be?"

"Ah, of course. I'll just have my usual then, I suppose," Wilford said. Felix could hear the disappointment in his voice.

Felix nodded and started making the Martini. He'd known for a bit now that Wilford liked him, he just didn't know exactly what to do. It's not like Felix didn't like Wilford. Really, he wasn't sure how he felt about Wilford anymore.

He finished the drink and placed it in front of Wilford, leaning on the bar in front of him. "You know the alcohol doesn't actually affect anyone here, right?" he pointed out.

Wilford sipped his drink and shrugged. "Maybe I just like talking to you."

Felix glanced behind Wilford to see the club. He waved his hand and the people disappeared. "Maybe I like talking to you, too," he said.

Wilford looked behind him, then back to Felix. "Where'd they all go?" He asked. He leaned forward and lowered his voice. "Did you kill them?"

Felix chuckled and shook his head. "I sent them to where they belong, whether it be life or the afterlife." He grabbed a glass and poured himself a drink, not caring what bottle he grabbed. "Some people will return, usually soon. It doesn't last for long when I send them away. I can never be in complete silence- I think the music that plays here connects to my mood. I'm not sure how it works, truthfully." He rounded the bar and sat on the stool beside Wilford.

Wilford looked slightly surprised, but he sipped his drink. "So, what song is playing now?" he asked.

Felix listened as he sipped his drink. He tried keeping his cool as he realized what song was playing.

"She's thinking the same thing as you. Don't be afraid, dreams aren't found, they're made."

"I'm... not entirely sure?" He said.

"Cause you've only got one chance. You've only got one chance, kiss her you fool."

Felix swallowed the lump in his throat, looking towards the bar. "I don't know if I've heard this song before," he lied.

"Kiss her you fool."

"Are you alright?" Wilford asked, leaning on the bar closer to Felix.

Felix nodded and smiled at him. "I'm fine."

"Kiss her you fool."

Wilford glanced towards the dance floor, where the speakers were. He seemed to be catching on. "Felix?"

"Kiss her, you fool."

"Yeah?" Felix looked up.

"Cause you've only got one chance."

He could feel his heart racing.

"You've only got one chance."

Wilford set his drink down, reaching over and taking Felix's, setting it down as well.

"Kiss her you fool."

Wilford leaned in and gently held Felix's face. The latter closed the distance, feeling as though this couldn't get any better. They only stayed connected for a few seconds, but it felt like forever. Felix panted softly, looking into Wilford's eyes.

"You got your kiss, anyway," Felix joked lightly.

Wilford smiled as he ran his thumb along Felix's cheekbones. "Would it be greedy of me to ask for another one?"

Felix smiled and thought for a moment. "This one's on the house." He leaned back in and kissed Wilford again, this time more confidently. He was on the edge of his seat, trying to get closer to Wilford.

Wilford pulled back after a moment, putting his free hand on Felix's hip to help him stay on the stool. "Slow down, cupcake. We don't want to go too fast, do we?"

Felix's face flushed with slight embarrassment. "Sorry, I-I got excited."

"That's alright, Felix," Wilford said, leaning back into his stool.

Felix leaned against the bar and took his drink back up, sipping it. He heard the music change now, the last song ending.

"And take a look around the room. Love comes wearing disguises."

He shook his head and smiled. He noticed people entering the club and got up from his stool. "I've got a bar to tend to now, Wilford. Maybe I'll see you on the dance floor in a bit," he offered, rounding the bar again.

Wilford looked behind him and saw the people entering. He finished his drink and pushed the glass over to Felix. "Guess I've got a show to put on, hm?"

After a few songs, and Felix tending the bar, Wilford got down from the stage and went back to the bar. He got another Martini and leaned against the bar.

"Can I interest you in a dance?" Wilford asked.

Felix chuckled and looked down as he cleaned a shaker. "I don't dance, Wilf."

Wilford clicked his tongue and held his hand out. "Come on, just one dance, Cupcake?"

Felix shook his head, putting the shaker down. "Do I have to?"

"I'll keep bothering you until you do, so I suggest you do it sooner rather than later," Wilford chuckled, setting his drink down.

Felix shook his head and smiled. "Fine, I'll give you a song to dance with me to." He stepped out from behind the bar and took Wilford's hand. As they made it to the dance floor, a certain song started playing.

Wilford smiled, hearing Sway over the speakers. "You devilish man," he teased, taking Felix's other hand in his. He helped Felix get into the proper position before they started dancing.

"When marimba rhythms start to play, dance with me, make me sway. Like a lazy ocean hugs the shore, hold me close, sway me more."

Wilford kept them in a tango, surprised that Felix actually knew what he was doing.

"Do you actually not like dancing?" He asked teasingly.

"Like a flower bending in the breeze, bend with me, sway with ease. When we dance you have a way with me. Stay with me, sway with me."

Felix smiled at him, giving him a small shrug. "I never said I don't like dancing. I just don't dance often," he elaborated.

"Other dancers may be on the floor, Dear, but my eyes will see only you. Only you have that magic technique, when we sway I go weak."

Wilford was practically falling in love more with each moment. He enjoyed dancing to this song, even more so with Felix.

"I can hear the sound of violins long before it begins. Make me thrill as only you know how, sway me smooth, sway me more."

With the beat, Wilford helped Felix out into a spin, then brought him back.

Felix smiled as they kept dancing. "If I didn't know better, I'd say you're trying to seduce me," he joked.

Wilford almost stumbled, surprised at the words. "What makes you say that?" He asked.

"Other dancers may be on the floor, Dear, but my eyes will see only you. Only you have that magic technique. When we sway I go weak."

Felix shrugged a bit. "I'm almost certain that your hand is supposed to be on my back in a tango, not on my hip, for one." He gently tapped his fingers along Wilford's back to demonstrate.

"I can hear the sound of violins long before it begins. Make me thrill as only you know how. Sway me smooth, sway me now."

Wilford stammered, having been caught. He moved his hand to Felix's back.

Felix smirked slightly as they turned, continuing to tango. "And a tango is usually a dance of romance, mystery, and seduction."

"When marimba rhythms start to play, dance with me, make me sway. Like a lazy ocean hugs the shore, hold me close, sway me more."

The beat stopped suddenly, Felix dipped Wilford down, holding him by the mid to lower back. He leaned over, close to Wilford's face like he was about to kiss him.

"Like a flower bending in the breeze, bend with me, sway with ease. When we dance you have a way with me, stay with me, sway with me."

Felix brought Wilford back up, continuing the dance.

"You cheeky rascal," Wilford chuckled, trying to play off how that had made him feel.

"When marimba rhythms start to play, dance with me, make me sway. Like a lazy ocean hugs the shore, hold me close, sway me more."

"Can you tell why I don't dance often?" Felix asked, smiling.

"I actually can't. You're a fantastic dancer," Wilford complimented.

"Like a flower bending in the breeze, bend with me, sway with ease."

"That's why I don't dance too often," Felix started.

"When we dance you have a way with me, stay with me, sway with me."

"Because you'll only fall in love more." With the end of the song, Felix twirled Wilford away, keeping contact with only his hand.

Wilford looked at Felix down the line of their arms. The latter had a sad look on his face as he let go once Wilford stood up straight.

Felix left Wilford amidst the crowd on the dance floor, walking back behind the bar.

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behindthecremioda · 2 months

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Survival rate 0% (first draft)

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Chapter [3]: Not over yet

The bright blue light greets us again, only this time it's the beginning of the whole thing.

Up close, it also looks literally glaring white, Minho can only squint his eyes at the moment as the source of the rumbling emerges.

Jeongin, who has transformed into Cart Titan in a flash, gathers the remaining six members of the group and sprints away from the source of the rumbling.

He would have run to the walls with the other members on his back, but in vain they break and large Titans the size of the wall now come towards them.

Without any words, the other members stare at Chan's transformation into his Rumbling form after they slowly open their eyes again.

The bright glow, which almost covers the light blue color of the light, spreads over the whole area and from Chan the light blue path of the path runs up to the sky; spreading far across the starry sky like a river that gets wider and wider.

"What have I done?" Minho murmurs to himself as his gaze runs along the coordinate like that of the others. But as soon as the Rumbling's slight earthquake starts and Jeongin slows down, all the remaining six members on the Cart Titan look at all the Rumbling Titans.

"If you hadn't killed him, none of this would have happened!" Han snorts out as he shoves Minho a little.

Minho raises his fist a little, but lowers it again and looks at Han with a piercing gaze.

"He wanted it himself! There was no other solution to this problem anyway!"

"No solution, my ass! It was Marley's fault, not Chan's!" Changbin now interjects cynically with a gesticulating hand, almost half-shouting at the approaching Rumbling.

"We don't have time for this discussion!", Jeongin intervenes with his deeper voice because of his titan, "What should we do about the rumbling now?"

Seungmin slowly stands up and looks at the others while holding on to Hyunjin's head, "We're the only ones who can stop the Rumbling now," he raises his eyes to all the Rumbling Titans, "We might be able to save Paradise if we act now. But to do that, we have to fight Chan. With the heat of all those Titans, we're more likely to burn, and as Titans, we can't stop them."

Without listening to any opinion or reaction from the others, Seungmin jumps off Jeongin's back and transforms into a Male Titan while jumping; Jeongin now turns his direction and follows Seungmin.

"That's Chan! We can't kill him just because he has the Founding Titan," Felix interjects this remark into the conversation and looks at everyone desperately, never suspecting to arrive at such a point again.

"But it's because of him that the rumbling was even possible," Han says, trying not to deny reality, "even though we wanted to avoid it as much as possible."

"Besides, we couldn't have known that such a reaction would occur," Hyunjin now joins in and strokes Felix and Han's shoulders once each.

"Let's not waste any time now," Minho doesn't remain silent, "I'm sure it will hurt him more than us if we leave him alone. He never wanted to kill anyone and he doesn't want to in the future."

As Han, Changbin, Felix and Hyunjin listen while Jeongin hurries closer to Chan with Seungmin, the four of them watch as Minho stands up and takes out his pocket knife.

"So let's free him from his torment and end it all here," determination flows in the words as Minho frowns slightly and examines his pocketknife, "Even if I have to kill him again."

Not a second later, Minho stabs the knife into his hand, dropping it in front of the others with his blood and the small lightning bolts crackling up in his hand.

"At least get yourselves to safety if you don't want to kill him."

All four listeners widen their eyes, Changbin still tries to hold Minho off, but he jumps right off Jeongin's back as he transforms into the Warhammer Titan.

After Minho transforms, he uses his Titan Hardening to form a large ramp from the ground up to Chan's Titan, preferably over his head.

But Minho would be gasping for air if he wasn't in the crystal in the ground as long as his gaze is directed upwards towards Chan's Titan.

Chan's titan was logically larger and this time wider in rumbling form. But he also has fleshy tentacles protruding from his Titan's arms, plus spirals wrapped in hardened shell between his shoulder blades, which serve as a protective shield around his shoulders and produce spikes along the fleshy tentacles on his arms.

And its chest, at least the middle of it above the sternum, is much more pronounced. The face is still covered in muscles, but they are clearly torn as if a knife had been used to constantly slash everything; even a few torn parts of the muscles hang somewhat detached from the face.

Is this even still the Founding titan?

But Chan doesn't do anything so far and somehow remains standing there.

Seungmin dares to come right out of the neck of his own titan and shoots the rakes of the 3D maneuver to the top of the ramp.

Feeling the time of one blink, he pulls himself right up after landing against the ramp, flying straight up to the head of Chan's titan after a few steps.

Jeongin remains standing at a distance with the rest of the members on his back, watching the action as long as nothing comes from Chan's side.

In a high arc, Seungmin swings directly to the other side over to the neck, lands on one of the spikes and slides down it while reattaching the rakes to the spikes to hold on.

Luckily, it's not as glaring as before, as the path has reached the sky. Which is also an advantage, as Seungmin can now look right at the neck of Chan's titan, takes out his blades and applies them.

In the next moment, he slices the neck of Chan's titan and tries to get Chan out of it after kneeling down. Seungmin gasps for air and widens his eyes a little.

Chan is not in the neck?

And the next moment, Seungmin is kneeling on a floor of sand. Pinches his eyes shut directly because the coordinate is in front of him; the Founding Titan's tree, its branches spreading far into the starry sky.

No rumbling, no earthquake, no noise.

Without hesitation, Seungmin stands up and walks away from the coordinate while the others are in their places as they are; Minho with his back lying on the ground and the others as they were sitting on Jeongin's back, only now he is no longer a Titan and he has titan marks, which are several lines from the side of his jawline and run up to his cheekbones.

Seungmin is held at a point on his upper arm, where he looks straight at it, blinking and then widening his eyes.

Chan holds him by the upper arm and has a bleeding scar on his neck where Lee Know tried to cut off his head earlier.

Ignoring Chan's expression, Seungmin hugs Chan directly and literally crushes him in the embrace.

Chan wasn't expecting this and leaves his arms outstretched, watching Seungmin, but returns the hug without any hesitation.

Seungmin hides his face in Chan's chest as he holds him tightly in his arms.

Chan slowly and gently strokes Seungmin's head as he looks at the others who come running to Chan and Seungmin and cuddle Chan and Seungmin in a group hug.

Chan almost flies backwards, the others are hugging him so hard and he tries to stretch his arms out enough to hug everyone once.

"I'll make the rumbling stop, but unfortunately that's all I can do for you," Chan says out of the void of silence as he strokes Minho's and Jeongin's heads, "You'll still have to keep killing me."

But suddenly other hands are stroking the heads of the others

Astonished, the others look behind them and see several Chans?

One Chan with blond hair looks like his entire eye has an infection, but still strokes Changbin and Han's head with both hands.

The other Chan with brown hair has a large stab wound in his chest, but he is stroking Felix's and Minho's head. Next to him, another Chan with blue hair has blood all over his upper body and face, but he still strokes Seungmin and Hyunjin's heads.

Speechlessness fills the group hug except for Chan who is still hugging his members.

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The Love Among Us

Chapter 1-- I’d Never Snitch On Daddy

so i haven’t seen many corpse husband x reader stories on here, so i decided to upload one myself. i’ve been watching jacksepticeye’s among us videos and when i heard corpse talk for the first time, i was like, “hol up” and now i’ve been obsessed with him. also, go stream his music on spotify, it’s amazing. enjoy! x.

corpse husband x female!reader

summary: while playing among us, y/n watches corpse kill felix in o2. when his body is reported, however, she doesn’t tell who killed him.

word count: ~3.6k

warnings: swearing, mentions of death (not real death), mentions of murder (not real murder)

EDIT: before i wrote this and after i published it, i did not know that corpse did not like to be referred to as “daddy”. had i known this, i would have not even thought of posting this. and since i know now, i won’t refer to him as such in the future. thank you. (10/19/2020)

EDIT 2: this is the first part to my corpse x reader series. i will be adding chapters as we go!

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4 rounds before the incident

“I was in coms with PJ!” Sean exclaims.

“He is doing the liar voice!” Felix shouts with a laugh.

“I’m not,” Sean tries to say, but everyone talks over him and the voting time ends. Everyone left alive, though it was only four people, had all voted for him and he yells at them as he gets ejected.

stinky was not the imposter

2 imposters remain

The round ends and everyone unmutes themselves.

“Lizzie, you saw Felix kill me and you did nothing!” Roomie yells as soon as the round ends and the imposters are revealed.

“Yeah, because I was the other imposter.”

“Oh. Okay, well that makes sense.”

Everyone laughs and Ken starts the round again.

“Wait, can I invite y/n to play? She’s doing her twenty-four-hour stream and she just finished playing Monopoly with Mark, Bob, and Wade,” says Lizzie, looking down at her phone as they all appear back in the waiting room.

“Yes,” Corpse blurts out and there are a few laughs and chuckles.

“You were quick to answer, Corpse,” Sean teases.

“Shut up,” Corpse mumbles and there are even more laughs.

Lizzie smiles and taps into her phone. “I’m gonna invite her.”

“I can’t believe that you actually made that deal, y/n,” Wade is telling you after ending the second round of Monopoly that you’ve played with them.

You smile and cross your legs on your chair. “Look, I was going bankrupt and it seemed good at the time. Besides, Mark was going to win anyway, he owned half of the board.” Your phone buzzes beside you on your desk and you pick it up. “Lizzie texted me.” There’s a sound effect that plays in your headset and you look up at your screen and smile. “Thanks to _lorieplays _for donating a hundred dollars, that means a lot. Thank you so much.”

“Do you want to play another round?” Marks asks.

You shake your head, reading the text from your friend in England. “No, I don’t want to lose to you again.” You laugh. “Nah, Lizzie wants me to play Among Us with her and a few others. It was fun playing with you guys.”

“It was even though you took all of my money,” Bob snaps.

You laugh. “Yeah, yeah. See you guys later.”

“Bye,” says Mark.

“See y--” Wade begins but you cut him off when you disconnect from the call.

“Oops.” You put a hand over your mouth and laugh. “Sorry, Wade. Okay.” You straighten up and glance over everything, making sure it’s all working properly. “I have to pee and I think my roommate ordered pizza, so we’ll be back after this short break. Enjoy this live feed of my pet rats.” You giggle and switch the stream over to a view of your two rats in their cage where you have a camera set up. You take your headset off and head out of your recording room.

Every two months, you have a twenty-four-hour livestream where you play games with your friends from all around the world. Despite being only twenty-five, your Youtube channel had grown exponentially in the past three years and you’ve had the chance to meet lots of other Youtubers like Markiplier, PewDiePie, and your close friend, LDShadowLady.

Currently, you’re on hour twenty of twenty-four and you’re beginning to feel the effects of not sleeping for a whole day. You had been drinking coffee and energy drinks for the past four hours and that seemed to perk you up for two hours max. But your roommate had ordered pizza and that would hopefully wake you up.

After going to the bathroom and grabbing an entire box of pizza, you return to your recording room and sit down. You put your headset back on and eat a slice of pizza before switching the views back to you. “And we’re back. I hope you guys enjoyed my rats because I don’t. They keep me up at night.”

You read a comment while loading up Among Us and laugh. “No, they’re not dead. They’re sleeping. They do that a lot when they’re not fighting.”

When you finally get into the game and entire the code, you spawn in. You also quickly join the Discord chat and wince when nearly ten voices hit you at once.

“y/n!” exclaims Lizzie and the other voices die down for a moment before rising to greet you.

You wince again but laugh. “Jesus, you guys are loud. Hey, Lizzie.” You move your character to the customize tab and go to try and switch your color. But then you frown and realize that you’re stuck with being dark blue. “Damn, I wanted to be white.”

“Do you want to switch?” Corpse asks.

Your eyes widen you your stomach flips. You hadn’t noticed Corpse was in this game. Immediately, your chat became flooded with keyboard smashing and lots of “omg my shipp” and “y/n rlly said ‘anna oop-’”

“Uh, yeah, if you don’t mind,” you manage to stutter out and take a bite of pizza as Corpse’s player comes over and the white option becomes available. You select it and also select the goggles in the hats menu.

“How’s your stream going?” asks Sean.

You shrug. “Pretty good. I’m super tired, though. I literally almost fell asleep while playing Monopoly with Mark, Wade, and Bob.”

“You went to college, right?” You’re pretty sure that’s Roomie.

“Yep,” you affirm with a nod even though they can’t see you. “You’d think that those all-nighters writing papers and studying for finals would make me able to do this.”

There’s a laugh in the group and the round starts.

3 rounds before the incident

You scratch your eyebrow and sigh in relief when you’re the crewmate. You mute yourself and slide up in your chair.

“I like being the crewmate,” you say, heading towards admin as a habit. “It’s a lot less stressful than being imposter.”

After doing your tasks in admin and fueling the engines, you stumble across a dead body in the lower engine and a vent closing.

“Oh,” you say, and press the report button. You unmute yourself and begin with, “So I saw a vent close but I didn’t see who went in.”

“Who died?” asks Lizzie.

“Felix,” says Sean.

You smirk. “It’s always yellow that dies first.”

“Where was the body?” Ken asks.

“Lower engine,” you reply.

“I was in medbay with Corpse doing the scan so it wasn’t him,” PJ says and Corpse makes a noise of confirmation.

This makes your cheeks heat up and you smack a hand over your mouth. Your chat explodes again but you decide to ignore it.

“And I was doing wires in cafeteria,” Lizzie says.

“Sean, where were you?”

“I was in reactor doing the simon says thing,” he answers.

You sigh. “I hate that one. What about you, Ken?”

“I was with Roomie in electrical doing the power thing. You know, the one where you have to divert it somewhere else.”

“So do we skip then?” asks Lizzie.

“No one is super sus, so I’m going to skip,” you answer.

When no one is ejected, you mute yourself again. “I dunno why, but Sean seems pretty sus. Because I didn’t see him on the way down from upper engine. But I guess he could have gotten there in time.” You shrug and run over to the trash chute in the cafeteria. “RIP to Felix, though.”

After doing the trash there, you head down to storage, running into Corpse doing the wires in there. You wait there to clear him and once you do, you run a few circles around him to get his attention and he follows you over to the trash in storage and watches you do that. After that, the two of you head over to electric together and do wires there.

Suddenly, there’s a body reported and you unmute yourself.

“Sean just killed Lizzie in front of me!” exclaims PJ.

“PJ killed Lizzie,” Sean retorts, flipping the blame. “I watched it, he didn’t realize I was there and murdered her.”

“I watched PJ do the scan in medbay, he’s cleared,” Corpse says and you find yourself smiling for no reason. “Sean, you killed Lizzie.”

“I knew he was sus,” you say, grabbing another piece of pizza. You look at the box and your eyes widen. Had you really already eaten half of it?

“Wait wait, how am I sus?” Sean asks.

You take a moment to swallow. “Because when I was doing fuel earlier, I was running down from upper engine and didn’t see you in reactor. Sure, maybe you could have gotten there earlier, but it was super weird.”

The discussion time ends and PJ immediately goes to vote for Sean as well as you, Corpse, and everyone else still alive. Sean ends up getting ejected.

stinky was an imposter

1 imposter remains

“You’re such a detective, y/n,” Sean says when he gets ejected.

You laugh. “I just play this game too much.” You then mute yourself and smile. “I am a genius.”

You end up finishing your tasks quickly after that and then stand in the cafeteria and eat another piece of pizza and read some of the chat.

“’ What am I going to do after this?’ I don’t know. I might play some Minecraft. Should I have a poll on Twitter? I’m stuck between public Among Us games, Minecraft, and taking random quizzes on Buzzfeed.” You smile and hear another sound effect and something pops up on the screen. “Thank you to coochie man for donating a hundred dollars, that means a lot.” You laugh at their name. “I love your name, by the way.”

There’s some rattling in the cage behind you and you turn around to see one of your rats drinking water. You turn back to the chat and read another comment. “’ Do you have a crush on Corpse?’” You blush and smile, biting your lip. “I mean, his voice is hot. I’ve never met him since he lives in San Diego and I live in h/t, but yeah, I guess I do. I’ve been listening to his music for the past few days and it’s really good, you guys should go check it out.”

You look up and unmute yourself when a body is reported. “Who died?” you ask. “I wasn’t paying attention.”

“Are you already done with your tasks, y/n?” Corpse asks.

God, even the way he says your name is making you blush. “Yeah, I get them done quick.”

“She does that,” says Lizzie, “She always gets her tasks done quick.”

“Ken is dead by the way,” says Roomie and your snort, smacking a hand over your mouth. “I found him in the hallway by navigation. Where was everyone else?”

“I was in cafeteria doing nothing,” you say, leaning back in your chair and spinning around just a little. “I think I saw PJ downloading while I was in there, but I wasn’t paying attention.”

“Yeah, I was downloading,” says Ken.

After more discussion, Corpse points out that Jaiden had been following him and it looked like she had been faking tasks.

“No I haven’t,” she says.

“That sounds like something the imposter would say,” you hum with a smirk. “That’s pretty sus, Jaiden.”

Everyone else agrees and you all end up voting Jaiden out.

jaiden was the imposter

0 imposters remain

You cheer as the round ends and a blue victory screen pops up for the crewmates. “Good game, guys,” you say and play again, waiting for the host.

1 round before the incident

“Oh my god, I’m imposter again?” you groan and sigh when you spawn back in. “I was just imposter, I don’t want to be it again. I’m so bad at it,”

After another short round of you and Felix losing to the crewmates, you all agreed to play two more rounds before Sean had to leave. So you move your character to admin where PJ is and fake the card swipe before moving over to the admin security thing where you could see who was around where. Luckily, no one appeared to be near admin, so you quickly kill PJ and escape through the vent and come out through medbay.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,” you whisper over and over, running down to storage. “That was clean.” You fake getting fuel and go back up to the upper engine.

When PJ’s body is reported, you see that your fellow imposter, Sean, had reported it. You stay silent for most of the round and only say that you were in the fuel area when it was reported.

“Yeah, I saw her run past electrical earlier,” Corpse says. You blush and glance at your exploding chat and shake your head.

After everyone skips the round, you mute yourself once more and head towards navigation. “I hate this.” You drag the last syllable and watch Lizzie enter the room. You wait a moment before walking towards her and killing her, jumping into one of the vents. You let out a sigh and flex your fingers. “I’m so stressed.” You exit out of the vent into shields and your heart stops when you see someone else in there but you realize that it’s the other imposter, Sean, and you relax.

You run past him and go to the trash compartments and pretend to unload those. And that’s how the rest of the round goes. You kill someone, someone reports it and you vote someone off. Eventually, you and Sean do a double kill and end up winning the round.

You unmute yourself.

“Let’s go!” Sean exclaims and you smile.

“I can’t believe you killed me, y/n!” shouts Lizzie. “I thought we were friends.”

You laugh. “There are no friends in this game. I’m not loyal to anyone in this game. You could be my best friend and I would fucking murder you.”

“That’s cold,” says Roomie as everyone else spawns back in.

“Yeah,” you nod.

“Wait, PJ disconnected,” says Sean, and you all end up waiting for him to rejoin.

In that time, you look at your chat and say, “Hey, do you guys have any questions for who I’m playing with. I’m asking you, chat.”

“I swear if someone asks about my hands, I’m leaving,” Corpse says and everyone laughs.

You laugh louder when you read a comment and read it aloud, “_Ironlady _says that you should be a hand model, Corpse.”

“Okay, I’m leaving,” you hear Corpse say over everyone laughing.

“No, stay!” you exclaim, trying not to laugh. “C’mon, don’t leave.”

He sighs deeply and your brain goes fuzzy. “Fine. I’ll stay for you.”

You beam and your tummy turns. You ignore the whistles and remarks from everyone else and stand beside Corpse. You suddenly wish that the little bean characters could hold hands.

When PJ joins the server again, Ken starts the round and you cross your fingers, hoping to get crewmate.

0 rounds before the incident

You mute yourself and sigh when you’re a crewmate. “Thank god.” You let out a breath and go over to admin with everyone else. You swipe your card and go to the cafeteria to do some wires there.

The game turns out to be rather uneventful. A few people die and two people are voted off before the game gets truly interesting. And that happens when you walk in on Corpse and Felix.

“I’ve had this song stuck in my head for days,” you’re saying, walking from electrical over to O2. “And I can’t get it out of my head. Maybe singing it will help.” You hum the first part. “Don't go in there, you'll become one. Freaky creatures, monster party. Eyes of yellow, scales and feathers, tails in tethers. Turn the lights off. Bend the nightmare, you control it. Artful dodger, easy does it. Shut the closet, get under the covers. Snakes and lovers. Turn the lights off.” You do a little dance for a moment and continue hum the song, glancing at the chat as you go towards O2 after doing wires in storage.

“Like, I know the song, it’s just been stuck in my head,” you explain. “And it kind of annoys me--”

But you stop as you enter O2 and watch Corpse murder Felix. Neither one of you move and you don’t know what to do. “Uhhh.”

Then, without thinking, you turn straight around and make your way away from the scene of the murder. “I didn’t see anything!” you shout to no one. “I suddenly can’t see who murdered Felix.” You smack a hand over your mouth and stand in the middle of a hallway. “Oh my god, what do I do? I don’t want to snitch on Corpse, he’s hot.” You scratch the back of your neck and shrug, continuing on to reactor. “I didn’t see anything.”

You’re in the middle of doing the simon says in reactor when Felix’s body is reported. You unmute yourself and fidget with the sleeve of your hoodie. You know exactly who killed Felix.

“--was in O2,” says Jaiden and you focus back into the conversation. “And I didn’t see anyone around.”

“I saw you heading that way, y/n, but I know it wasn’t you because I saw you do the trash in storage.”

You look at the screen when Sean talks to you and you chew your lip. “I know who killed Felix.”

“Who?” asks almost everyone at the same time.

You close your eyes and swallow. It’s just a game, why are you taking this so seriously? Suddenly, a song lyric pops into your head and your stomach flips. You imagine yourself saying it and no one knows who you mean except for him.

You open your eyes. “I’d never snitch on daddy.”

There’s a laugh in the chat and you blush fiercely, your livestream chat blowing up once again.

“I think we know who it is, then,” says Sean, laughing.

“Yeah,” agrees Lizzie and your eyes widen.

“Wait, what?” you ask, watching everyone vote almost as soon as the discussion time ends. “Wait, hang on, who--”

“We know who you’re talking about, y/n,” PJ tells you.

You vote for yourself and your brain goes blank as you see that everyone voted for Corpse. He even voted for himself. They knew. They all _knew _about your feelings for Corpse.

The round ends with Corpse being voted out and the crewmates win. There’s some talking, but you stay on the victory screen. You’re trying to decide if your mad or embarrassed or both.

“I didn’t know you’d say that, y/n,” Corpse says, effectively breaking you out of your trance. “I thought you were gonna snitch on me.”

“You heard her,” teases Lizzie and you can tell she’s grinning. “She’d never snitch on you, Corpse.”

He laughs and you feel something in a certain place. “Oh my god, I’m gonna die of embarrassment.” You put your face in your hands, listening to your friends tease you in the chat. You suddenly want to jump out your window and run into traffic.

“Don’t die,” comes Corpse’s voice through the onslaught of teasing. “I’ll be sad.”

“Fuck!” you shout and slam your hand on your desk, shaking your equipment and scaring your rats. “I’m so sorry, Corpse, that was really weird, I--”

“Stop.” He interrupts you and the chat goes silent and you look up at the screen even though you can’t see him. “It’s okay. It was funny.”

Your eyes widen and then narrow. Funny? He thought what you said was funny? How could he think it was funny?

But then he speaks again and he sounds oddly flustered. “Uh, I gotta go. Um, it was fun playing with you guys. Bye, y/n.”

“Bye Cor--” but then he disconnects and you’re left talking to no one. “--pse.”

There’s a long moment of silence until Felix breaks it. “I can’t believe you just watched me die and didn’t do anything about it.”

There are some laughs and you smile faintly, rejoining the game. “Yeah, uh, sorry about that.”

“Are you okay, y/n?” asks Lizzie.

You blush and swallow. “I don’t know. God, I’m so weird.” You run a hand through your hair and adjust your headphones

“No, you’re not,” Roomie assures you. “He has a crush on you, too.”

Your eyes widen and you scoot up in your chair. “He does?”

“I mean, he called you pretty once during a game and said that he watches your videos a lot, so maybe.”

You groan and sink in your chair. “I’m gonna go, I need to run into traffic now.”

A few people laugh or chuckle and Lizzie asks you if you’re actually going to leave.

“Yeah,” you tell her. “But not to run into traffic. I’m going to go play Minecraft to soothe myself.”

“Aw.” You can practically hear her frown. “Okay. Bye, y/n.”

“Good luck with your stream,” Ken tells you.

You grin. “Okay, thanks, bye.”

When you exit the game and leave the chat, you scream. You actually scream and it’s loud. Your roommate even knocks on your door, asking if you’re okay.

You look at them and nod. “Yeah, totally fine. Probably about to have a mental breakdown, but I’m fine.”

“Okay,” they say and lean on the doorframe. “But I’m not cutting bangs for you again.”

You laugh and nod. “Yeah, okay, fine.” They leave and you turn back to your stream, feeling like you’re about to cry. Corpse knows you have a crush on him. And it seems like he has one on you as well, but now you’re embarrassed because you called him ‘daddy’ on stream.

You rub your eyes. “Well, now I know what’ll be streaming on Twitter tonight,” you tell the chat.

#corpse_husband #corpse husband #x reader #female reader #corpse husband x reader #corpse_husband x reader #jacksepticeye #among us #ldshadowlady #pewdiepie #fanfic

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SKZ Yandere: The Beginning

IN NO WAY AM I SAYING THAT THIS TYPE OF RELATIONSHIP IS OK, IT IS SICK AND DISGUSTING, IF YOU KNOW SOMEONE WHO IS IN THIS TYPE OF RELATIONSHIP, CALL THE POLICE. DO NOT WAIT!

Bangchan:

You just so have managed to catch the bad boy’s eyes. As usual, he could have every girl he wanted, except you. You were a target to him, that he couldn’t get. And he was so determined to get you. No matter who had to die. He stared at you from afar as you talked with your boyfriend at the time. He took in note how you wrapped your arms around the boy, and took the time to feel the skin between your fingertips.

Bangchan waited until you had gone, his face now stone cold, as his eyes took in the sight of your boyfriend. “You have something I want.” Bangchan stated to your boyfriend, who cowered.

“What? No I don’t.” Your boyfriend repeated over and over again, and Bangchan smirked, punching him in his jaw, realing him backwards. “You have Y/N. Back off she’s mine. I’ll do worse if you don’t break up with her.” Bangchan threatened, his eyes serious.

Lee Know:

He couldn’t help but swallow hard as she walked by him. Her sweet perfume like the sweetest sugar, but for his nose. He wanted to get closer to her, but before he could make his move, your best friend stood up, eyeing him before smiling at Lee Know.

“Hey, Y/N. Would you like to go out with me?” He asked, smirking looking at Lee Know with obvious eyes. In that moment, Lee Know knew he would have to kill him. He crossed the line, all while looking into his eyes.

Lee Know might have looked innocent on the outside, but he was a raging demon inside. So, as your bestfriend, now boyfriend walked down the hallway, Lee Know kicked him down, smirking at his trembling body.

“You think you’re so smart.” Lee Know answered, reaching for his pocket knife, before cutting into your boyfriend’s face, giving him a L shape scar, before stabbing him numerous times. “Get out of her life, freak.”

Changbin:

“Y/N.” Your friend stated, smiling at you as she handed you a note and you opened it to reveal an invitation from the most popular guy in school. You sighed and threw it in the trash. “I don’t want it.” You replied.

“Why?” Your friend asked, concerned but really taken aback by your sudden rejection.

“I don’t like him, like that.” You replied, and your friend scoffed.

“Okay, Y/N. Would you mind if I go with him?” Your friend asked, lightly tapping on your shoulder.

“No, I wouldn’t.” You said smiling, but before you could say anything else, two guys jumped out of the shadows their eyes locked on both of you two. It was the popular guy that had asked you out, and his best friend. They shook their heads.

“I won’t accept her.” The popular guy stated, smirking before grabbing your hand in his and leading you far away.

“Leave me alone! I don’t like you!” You yelled, hoping, praying someone would help you at this moment while the popular jock tried to force himself on you. Suddenly, he was forced off of you, by a man with huge muscles.

“Changbin.” You whispered, taking note of the dark clothes, and the dark hair. Everyone is school was told to stay away from him because he was just too strong for any normal person. “Are you ok?” He asked you as you nodded, and he gripped your hand and led you far away.

“If you ever need me, i’m here.” He replied walking away, almost vanishing into the darkness. You stared wide eyed, did this really happen? The guy everyone feared at school, just helped you.

As you walked home, you weren’t aware of Changbin secretly and quietly taking the life of the popular boy. The less this asshole was out of your life, the more time he would have protecting you.

Hyunjin:

He took in how you smiled, how you’re cheeks would heat up when your friend would make a joke. He also made a mental note on how you would hold your arm behind your back when you were shy. He loved it. He became obsessed with it.

He saw just how cute you were with your guy friends, and it pissed him off everytime a guy would get too close to you. So, he would have to make an end to that, right?

“Look man. I don’t even know what you’re talking about. You’re not even dating her.” Was what one of your guy friends said, as Hyunjin cornered them in a dark alleyway. His hands were held up in defense as he was trying to decide when to strike.

As he tried to land a punch on Hyunjin, he missed swallowing hard as Hyunjin walked right up to him and strangled the life out of him. “She’s mine. She doesn’t know it yet, but she will.”

Han:

Of course, he shouldn’t have fallen in love with his neighbor, let alone be spying on her as she showered, but his eyes wouldn’t even move. She looked so beautiful as she look off her clothing. Her eyes drifted to the window, almost screaming as she saw eyes watching her.

However as she raced to the window to see if she saw what she really did, she was met with no one. She sighed, thinking she was watching too many horror films, and continued getting undressed.

However, little to her knowledge, Han was now back, face pressed to the glass, absorbing her every move, even wishing horrible things. Oh, how he could just bust through the window and take you right there and then. He knew how obsessed you were with him. And maybe he would take your word for it.

Felix:

You were surprised to see brownies on your porch as you smiled. Felix must’ve made these. You smile and take them into your house, not knowing of the eyes that lingered on you.

He had made his way into your world, by asking for you to tutor him, but secretly, planting cameras in your room, watching as you studied, played with yourself, and much more. Everything you did, made his jaw drop. You were just so beautiful. He had to get you soon, but he had to keep it safe for now.

Seungmin:

“Leave her alone man. She doesn’t like you.” A tall Yeonjun stated, his eyes eyeing Seungmin. In an instant, Yeonjun lay on the floor passed out. Seungmin hated when people doubted him, he was going to have you. He was.

No matter who had to die, you were his. He chuckled as he saw you walk slowly to him smiling. You were obviously drunk, and didn’t know better, but now that you willingly came to him, he wasn’t going to let you go. As he pulled you in for a kiss, he marked your neck. Just a small sign for now.

I.N.:

You loved how cute Jeongin looked right now. His cute smile just fit his lips as you leaned in and kissed him. He wanted to tell you, how you were digging your own grave if you did this, but he wouldn’t. He couldn’t dare.

He was possessive of you, yes. But you could never know how many people he had made bleed just to get to you. You were too innocent to see that side of him. He just wanted you all to himself. He was selfish. And you never caught on to it. He smirked in the kiss. How gullable you were.

#skz bang chan #skz minho #skz jisung #skz felix #skz hyunjin #skz scenarios #skz yandere #skz jeongin #skz in #skz changbin #skz seungmin #yandere #kpop #reaction #skz stay

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cartierbin · 3 years

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request — hey! if you aren’t too busy with school and stuff could you make a d!lf hyunjin or felix and just make it super rough

『 pairing — hyunjin x reader

genre — smut + mafia lord dilf!hyunjin and his four year old daughter’s teacher + gunplay type shit

word count — 1.2k

notes — hope you enjoy this loves. 』

smut under the cut !

“you have someone who wants to see you, mr. hwang”. his assistant reassured, clutching her clipboard a little too tightly to her chest. the blonde haired man allowed the thick white smoke to rise from his lips and settle into the air around him. he closed a file on his desk, beckoning his hand towards the door. “let them in”. to look as well kept and intimidating as hyunjin looked, he was actually a soft spoken man. stern, but soft spoken. his office door swung open and in came a woman he thought he’d never see here. usually, when women came into office they only wanted one thing and one thing only. it never crossed his mind that his very own daughter’s teacher wanted that same thing. when you walked in you were timid. the way his blonde hair sifted over his eyes and how luscious he looked in his suit jacket and open dress shirt beneath it, with multiple necklaces dangling at the center of his chest. you hesitantly sat in the seat in front of his desk and tried to divert your gaze elsewhere. you didn’t want to come off more lustful than you already were. especially since you didn’t know your boundaries.

his eyes skimmed over your skin tight salmon colored dress, attentive to the way it hugged you in all the right places. “may I ask you what you’re doing here?”. he questions, assuming that you knew what he was talking about. you, his daughter’s teacher coming to seek him. “I heard the pay here was good. and you know my occupation pays very little. I need something to help me make ends meet”. he gives you an unsettling stare, folding his arms on the table. “do you know what you’re getting yourself into? this isn’t just some regular job. we kill people”. you nod nervously, “I know I know I just can’t find anyone else who pays just as good as you do. I really need the money”. he dropped his eyes again over your body, trying to figure out what a beautiful woman like you would do if you were to work for him. you were much too pretty to be in harm’s way. he leans back in his chair with another intake of his cigar, allowing the smoke to cloud over his eyes. "tell me. what's your prissy little ass going to do if you work for me? do you know how to shoot a gun? can you handle money well? are you good with drugs?". you swallowed, knowing in your heart of hearts that you have never done any of those things in your life. maybe handling money could suffice. you thought back to your teen years, when you were a cashier for a grocery store. as far as anything goes, that's the most experience you've ever had with handling money. then again, grocery store cash was never much. definitely wasn't the huge amounts of cash hyunjin was referring to. he could tell you were thinking to yourself. he could tell that you were indecisive. he could tell you were inexperienced. that was one thing that he never tolerated.

"looks like you came to the wrong job didn't you? if you're not a made man how will I hire you? did you come in here to waste my time?". you quickly shook your head no becoming frightened at the hint of frustration in his voice. he could've had any weapon behind his desk for all you knew. and you hadn't planned on coming here just to die. "no mr.hwang I don't want to waste your time at all. I just need money and these other jobs aren't going to help me. I'm willing to take whatever training I can". hell no. hyunjin would never put an inexperienced worker on the job. which is why when he skimmed your body again with his eyes, a smirk flickered at the edge his lips. he lifts himself up from his seat which startled you a bit. you didn't know what he was planning on doing but the sudden movement was unexpected. "I don't train. all my workers are experienced and it'll remain that way". as much as you wanted to pay attention to the sudden drop of octave in his voice, your eyes shifted to the silver weapon in his hand. your body immediately grew cold. he leans on the front of his desk and stares down at you, smirking. "but... since my wife doesn’t please me enough I think I can use someone like you”. he swiped his tongue over his supple lips and your chest flooded with nervousness. “use me?”. you could’ve sworn you heard the gun click at that moment. he leans down and presses his lips against your ear. “how would you like it if I hired you as my sex worker?”. you swallowed. not expecting those kind of words to even fall from his lips. you hummed, at the edge of an answer. you felt the cold metal of the gun sweep along your thighs, he started to rub small circles into your inner thighs with it. “don’t act like you don’t want it”. he breathed down the nape of your neck. you shivered, feeling trapped yet turned on at how heated the room had gotten.

you were still sitting when he steps behind you, clasping his fingers around your neck whilst dragging the gun between your bare legs. you panicked. never in your life have you had a gun so close to your body before, nevertheless touching your skin. your heart thudded around in your chest as your dress drew upwards exposing your panties. he dipped the gun into the front of them, sitting it right on top of your pubic mound. you flinched and gripped his forearm. “to be my sex worker means that I can use your body whenever and however I want. are you willing to be used?”. your breathing became heavier while you nodded and swallowed, praying that his fingers weren’t on the trigger. he inches the gun just at the entrance of your hole, he teased achingly slow like the sly man he was. he loved the way you gasped each time he pushed the barrel deeper, he loved feeling you shiver in his grip while he kept clicking it leaving you on the edge. on the edge of thinking that he was going to shoot it any second. he basked in your fear, it made his heart warm. “you’ll be paid a generous salary, thousands by the hour. however just know that if any information you’ve heard ever leave these walls, I’m not afraid to kill you”. you squirmed while he worked the gun, fucking your pussy with it deep and slow. you opened your thighs wider, strewing your head back just a tad. you heard everything he said, it was just difficult for you to reply. your choked up moans was making him hard. It was challenging for even his wife to do that. she hadn’t got him worked up in months. he felt the gun become slippery at how wet your were becoming. your hardened nipples perked straight up underneath the fabric of your dress and sheer bra. “do you understand me?”. he questions all while trying to seem unfazed. “yes, yes I understand”. you stuttered with your legs trembling around the gun. “you get wet so fast I already know I’ll be fucking the shit out of you”.

with the way he was aggressively thrusting the weapon in between your folds, he didn’t have to. your mouth gaped open in bliss. every time you thought he would slow down and have a little mercy he didn’t. that was just the nature of hwang hyunjin. your hips jerked onto the piece of metal desperate to cum. It was shameful how much your stomach churned at the pleasure you received from just a weapon alone. he could click it as much as he wanted but you grew fond of the thrill. the thrill that a loaded gun was sinking into your channel with a pleasure that had you seeing stars. you reached up to grip his forearm with two hands. “you like this shit don’t you? you like when guns play with your little pussy?”. you groaned a breathless yes, growing overwhelmed with how low his voice tone dropped. you needed to make ends meet but you never thought you’d be making it this way. at the hands of a mafia lord who only wants to use you. “you will come to me whenever I call you. whenever I need you I’m going to fucking wreck your body. are you willing to take all of that?”. you nod much more vigorously now with your lips sealed, and sparks flying through your torso. he tightens his grip around your neck and tilts your head back further until your eyes were feasting his above. “open your mouth”. you dropped your jaw, unsure of what he wanted until you saw a long string of saliva transfer from his lips to your tongue. “as long as you’re an absolute slut for me you’ll never struggle again”. he pumped the gun in and out of your wet hole until you were creaming down the front of it, your body spasming from the intensity of it all. he pulled it out of you, shoving the barrel between his lips to clean your mess. it was sexy the way he done it, his thick tongue swirling around the piece of metal.

“welcome to the family. I’ll call you my mistress”.

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formidxble · 3 years

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summary: your thighs have secrets you never planned to resurface. your boyfriend, felix, has other plans.

pairing: lee felix x female reader

word count: 5.4k

genre: smut, fluff, and angst

smut warnings: first time sex, fingering, oral (female receiving), really just vanilla sex, soft and gentle

trigger warnings: self harm, mentions of scars, self-loathing

tagged: @moonlit-lixie @lilixeu @meow-minho

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—UNEDITED—

felix’s lips brush against your swollen ones as he leans his forehead against yours. his eyes were twinkling with love and admiration and you couldn’t help, but giggle. “what?” you ask.

“you’re beautiful,” he breathes, pecking your lips before moving to your neck. you wrap your arms around his neck as he peppers kisses on your skin. you wonder if you were ready to bare everything to him, let him see all that you are, scars and all. the thought makes you close your eyes as you grip his back and feel your body start to heat up.

this was all that it was between the two of you. soft kisses turn into heated make out sessions, hands roaming all over each other’s bodies, but, it never turned into something more. felix told you that he was willing to wait and you believed him. he never once tried to slip his hands in your pants or touch you in ways you weren’t ready for. instead, he slips his tongue in your mouth to clash with yours and it’s as sweet as they described sex to be.

“lix,” you mumble. you didn’t need to repeat his name as he comes up to meet your eyes immediately. there was worry in his eyes, but the dashes of love still remained. he raises an eyebrow.

“yes?”

“i, um, i—“ you stumble over your words and he pulls away slightly to get a better look at you.

“did i go too far?” felix frowns to himself, getting off of you to give you space. that was what you loved about him. he was always quick to get off of you if things get too heated or when he hears you call out his name from above him. he always respected your boundaries.

“no, no, i just—“ you sigh, sitting up on the couch, “i just feel like i’m ready.”

felix’s eyes widen and a soft blush rises up to his cheeks. you giggle as your cheeks mimic his. you couldn’t believe the words that came out of your mouth, but it felt right. if you were to lose your virginity to someone, it would be to him, to felix. you couldn’t see anyone else and you trusted no one else.

so, here you were, nervous, to say the least. tonight was the night and you didn’t know if you were actually ready to let him see everything, but then again, he was felix, your boyfriend, the man you see yourself marrying in the future. he wasn’t perfect, but he made sure you felt that way. there are many things in your life that’s unsure, but one thing is constant: felix loves you and he makes sure you feel that way everyday even though you weren’t together physically.

a knock on your apartment door breaks your line of thought. your heart pounds in your chest as you make your way to it. reaching out to the door knob, your hand starts to shake and thoughts of self-loathing popped up in your head.

what if he doesn’t like the way you look, the way you sound in bed? and if he sees the scars on your thighs, would he say anything? ignore it? be turned off? would it ruin the mood? woul—

another knock gets you out of your trance. even though you had those thoughts swimming in your head, you knew you had to let felix in, literally and figuratively. you shake your head to yourself as you turn the door knob.

your sight is filled with your soulmate. he’s wearing a black shirt with stripes of yellow adorning its sleeves. his sweatpants are light colored and he looks great as always. your heart melts as he smiles when your eyes meet for the first time that night.

“do you usually check out the people on your doorstep?” felix jokes as you move aside to let him in. you blush, closing the door. damn him, already starting the night with teasing. you can’t help but wonder if he’ll be the same way in bed.

“only the attractive ones,” you respond, giggling. felix turns around to face you, head tilted as an amused smile takes over his lips. your eyes move to gaze at his lips for a brief moment before letting your eyes lock on his again. maybe it was the lust you’re starting to feel, but felix looks different tonight.

“so, i’m attractive to you?” he continues to tease. you feel his eyes trail down your back when you start walking in the direction of your bedroom. you’re glad that your back is turned to him because he can’t see you blush now. if he wanted to tease, then two can play at that game.

“you wouldn’t be walking to my room if you weren’t,” you answer, stopping in front of your bedroom door. before you could open the door, you feel felix’s hands on your waist and he turns you around. your eyes travel to his neck and you can’t help but think of how good hickeys would look on his neck at this moment. you see him lick his bottom lip, keeping his hands on your waist.

you and felix stare at each other for what seems like forever, the air becoming more and more charged as time passed by. he finally closes the space between the both of you by leaning in and pressing his lips on yours. your arms wrap around his neck as you pull him in deeper. he chuckles lowly on your lips, removing one hand from your waist to put on the door behind you. your skin yearns for both of his warm hands, but his lips were warm enough to keep you company for the time being. your lips continue to move in sync as his other hand reaches for the door knob and he twists it. both of you stumble into room without removing your lips from each other’s. felix pulls away briefly to close the door behind him and you whine softly.

“i’m right here, princess,” felix chuckles before pressing his lips on yours again. you couldn’t stand in the middle of the room forever, so you start walking back to your bed, lips not leaving his. your hands cup his cheeks and you feel the back of your knees hit the edge of the bed. felix puts a hand on your lower back for support as you lay your back down on the bed. he pulls away to remove his shirt and your eyes travel down his torso, taking him in.

felix definitely looked different tonight. when did his body get so toned and why have you never noticed? you feel your lips drying up, not only at the sight of his body, but at the thought of what tonight has to offer. he smiles softly as he gently opens your legs so that he could settle in. you moan softly when your lips collide once again. in response, felix hooks his thumb in the waistband of your shorts.

your eyes fly open as reality begins to set in your veins. you were about to get naked in front of someone else, bare everything and let him see the scars you struggled for so long to accept and even look at. you slightly push him away and a flash of worry shows up on his face. “um—“ you start.

felix gets off of you slowly, opting to sit beside you on the bed. “we don’t have to if you don’t want to, y/n,” he mumbles as he moves closer to hold onto your shoulder in an effort to comfort you. you shake your head gently.

“it’s not that,” you whisper, looking back up at him, “i just, i haven’t been completely honest with you—“

“i’m not your first?” felix cuts you off before shaking his head quickly, “it’s fine, i get it. it doesn’t change how i—“

“no!” you exclaim, surprising the both of you. “no, it’s not that,” you repeat softly as you grab his hand on your shoulder and you intertwine his fingers with yours. you take a deep breath before opening your mouth to speak again. “i, um, i used to cut myself,” you let out a soft groan as you hang your head down. it was much harder to admit out loud, you’ve come to realize, and the next thing you know there are tears falling down your eyes. felix immediately wraps his arms around you to pull you into his bare chest. you feel him rubbing circles on your back as your chest continued to heave. what a mood kill, you think to yourself.

after a while, you pull away and he cups your cheeks, forcing you to face and look at him. he uses his thumbs to brush away the tears that were still in the edges of your eyes and you fight the urge to cry again. he looks at you fondly before moving in and pressing a soft kiss on your forehead. “i’m proud of you,” he breathes against your skin, “for having the courage to tell me.” you close your eyes at his words, letting them wrap their arms around your body. this wasn’t the reaction you were expecting, but it was already better than anything you ever imagined.

“you’re brave. you don’t have to hide from me, princess,” felix mumbles, pecking your forehead once more. you shudder at the gentleness of his actions, but this was felix. you didn’t know what else you expected from your loving boyfriend.

“i love you all the same.”

you smile at his words, sniffling and open your eyes, his brown ones staring right back at you. you find yourself falling even deeper for him and you can’t complain. “hey,” he greets playfully.

“hey,” you whisper back, moving in to kiss his lips for the nth time tonight. you still couldn’t get enough of him, even after all this time and you couldn’t believe that this man, out of all of them, fell right into your lap.

felix gently urges you to lie back down on the bed by leaning into you as your lips both continued to move. it was soft and sweet, like everything in your relationship. he has always been careful and gentle with you and you can’t help but wonder if that’ll change after this night together with him. the thought makes you giddy, giggling on his lips as you feel your back hit the mattress again.

“wait,” felix says as he pulls away, “you still want this right?” you nod at his words, reaching out to caress his cheek. “i need you to say it, sweetheart.”

“yes, felix, i still want this,” you whisper shakily, opening your legs again to invite him back in. he settles in between them again and you smile as you feel him hardening in his sweatpants.

“100%. i’m all yours tonight.”

felix’s pupils dilate as he hears you and he latches his lips on your neck. whatever nervousness you had before this is now gone and has been replaced with thoughts of felix and how good he was at pleasuring you without even doing anything yet. you feel him chuckle when you absentmindedly buck your hips up into his. you blush.

“patience, my love. we have all night,” felix mumbles against your skin. his lips travel down from your neck to your chest. your eyes flutter close, breathing becoming heavier as you realize fully what you got yourself into and how much you want it. he tugs on your shirt and you nod. he carefully pulls it over your head, putting the shirt down somewhere on the bed. felix looks back down at you and you watch as his eyes trail down to your chest. you’ve never felt so exposed in your life, but somehow, it feels right.

“beautiful.”

before you could respond, felix’s lips are on your chest, cupping one breast in his hand, while the other is on your hip. you sigh his name out and you feel him smile against your skin. your skin was burning, yet you yearned for more. you find yourself bucking your hips up again, but this time, felix uses his other hand to keep your hips grounded.

you whimper in response. his hand on your breast moves to your back, unclasping your bra. you gasp as you feel the cold air hit your nipples and you giggle nervously. “you do that well,” you tease. felix’s eyes gaze up to you, slightly hooded.

“i practice,” he jokes, winking at you briefly, and you let out a soft snort. practice, the word rings in your mind as you feel his lips around your nipple. you moan when he wraps his lips around your nipple, his tongue gently swirling it around. you close your eyes and you feel his eyes on you.

“do you feel good?” felix asks, voice pitched lower than usual, as he removes his mouth on your nipple. if you were strong enough right now, you would smack the back of his head. you open your eyes to playfully glare at him. he removes the hand on your hip to raise it up in mock surrender. he laughs, eyes crinkling at the sides. “alright, i’ll keep doing it.”

“thank you,” you breathe out dramatically, putting your head down on the pillow behind you. your back slightly arches when he moves his lips to your other nipple, giving it the same attention as your other one. goosebumps rise on your skin when he gently pushes your breasts together to give them soft kisses. you sigh his name and he smiles.

“you’re always so beautiful, y/n,” felix praises, moving down further on your body. your core pulses ever so slightly and you realize how much you wanted this even if self-doubt start to fill your head again. you gather the courage to look down at him while he presses soft kisses on your stomach, teasingly staying there. felix gazes up again, eyes meeting yours. you bite your lip and he chuckles.

“you’re nervous,” he mumbles.

“of course i am,” you answer. felix shakes his head as he hooks his thumb in the waistband of your shorts again and your breath hitches when he slowly pulls them down. “you seem to know what you’re doing, love,” you shakily state.

“i practice,” felix repeats, giggling softly as he leans back up to remove your shorts fully. he softly groans at the sight of you and you try to cover yourself up.

“no, sweetheart,” felix whines, leaning back down to stop you from covering yourself, “you’re perfect.” you hum at his words, goosebumps returning to your skin as he moves down to stay in between your thighs. there, you realize he sees your scars, his long fingers tracing them.

“these look like battle scars,” he jokes. you were about to respond, but he cuts you off with soft kisses to the scars you hid for so long. “don’t be ashamed of them,” felix murmurs and you sigh. something erupts in your chest and you find yourself crying again. why did you ever feel that the scars were something to be ashamed off? why did you ever think that felix will look at you differently? he’s proven time and time again that he’s in love with you and nothing will change that. you put your arm over you eyes as the tears continue to flow. felix continues to kiss them, moving closer to your core with every kiss.

“these just tell me how strong you are,” felix continues and you let out a small moan in response. “just,” he pauses to raise his head up to look at you. you remove your arm on your eyes as you lock eyes with him. “promise me you won’t do this to yourself again.”

you bite your lip, sniffling softly as you nod. “i promise.”

felix grins, leaning back down to press a soft kiss on your clit as a form of reward. you gasp, head falling back to the pillow as your hand reaches out to grip his hair. “my strong princess,” felix mutters against your clit. the vibrations from his voice travel all over your body and you shudder, hand gripping his hair tighter. he kisses your scars one last time before focusing on your clothed clit again.

“god, you smell so sweet, my princess. i wonder how you taste.”

your mouth falls open when he moves your panties to the side, pressing another soft kiss on your clit. felix groans and the vibrations from it make your legs open wider. you never knew how good his lips felt on your nub until you actually felt it moving against you. sure, you’ve imagined it before, but nothing could have prepared you for how well he did it and how it took you to heaven and back.

“you’ve been hiding this from me?” felix teases, voice now in its lowest. you try to giggle as a blush forms on your cheeks, but only a moan leaves you as he continues to move his lips on your clit, sucking on it lightly when he gets the chance to. you feel his fingers making its way to where you wanted him most. your grip on his hair loosens as your hand starts to shake. this shouldn’t feel this good. he wasn’t even doing anything that intense, yet you already feel a knot in your stomach forming. you don’t know if you’re supposed to be mad about how good felix was already making you feel with his lips.

you breathe his name out when he removes his lips from your clit. felix wets his finger by sucking on it before looking back up at you.

“you ready?”

“ready as i’ll ever be,” you whisper. felix nods, inserting a finger into you. both of you groan, your free hand gripping the sheets beside you. it burned, but felix stops halfway through to let you adjust to his finger. you couldn’t believe this was happening, but here you were, legs spread open with lee felix in between them, and his finger halfway inside you.

“move,” you gasp and felix obliges. he thrusts his finger in slowly, making sure you’re fully adjusted before increasing his speed. you feel yourself get wetter when he attaches his lips on your clit again. he catches you off guard when he licks a long stripe up to your clit. your back arches, eyes closing as his finger continues to move inside you. when your back settles on the bed again, you open one eye lazily to look down at him.

the sight takes your breath away. felix’s eyes were closed as well, his actions interchanging between sucking your clit with his lips and lapping your folds with his tongue. he was beautiful like this and you find yourself calling out to him. felix opens his eyes, tilting his head as he pulls away from your cunt, finger slightly slowing down.

“another, please,” you beg softly. felix blinks at your request as if not fully comprehending it at first. he pulls his finger out and you find your walls clenching at nothing. he sucks two fingers before plunging them in you slowly. you moan his name and he chuckles against your clit.

“you’re doing well, sweetheart,” he praises, his mouth resuming its actions on your clit. you find yourself wanting more, his two fingers not filling you up as much as you wanted. a blush forms on your cheeks again as you realize what that meant. you wanted his cock, knowing that you were ready for it. the thought makes you wetter as his fingers continue to move inside you. he curves his fingers and you whimper.

“you’re getting tighter,” felix mumbles. “you want to cum on my fingers, princess?”

you moan out a yes, tears threatening to spill from your eyes again as you start to get overwhelmed. this was going to be your first orgasm of the night and you know it won’t be the last. you cry out his name and a jumble of other words when you spill all over his fingers. your legs start to shake from the intensity of your first orgasm, with felix’s free hand on your lower stomach keeping you grounded. if this was how it felt every time, fuck, you were willing to do this with felix everyday. if he wanted to, that is.

felix thrusts his fingers slowly before pulling them out fully. you whine at the lack of contact, but he makes up for it when he presses his warm lips on the scars on your thighs again. “so beautiful, my princess,” felix hums as he pecks your clit one last time before coming back up to kiss your lips.

you moan into the kiss as you taste yourself on felix’s lips. you shakily reach down to tug on his sweatpants. he pulls away to gaze at your hand that’s trying to remove his sweatpants and he laughs softly. “they’ll come off in a second, princess.”

“i wanna suck you off,” you whine. felix raises an eyebrow before shaking his head.

“tonight’s all about you, baby. i can wait.”

“but—“

“no buts. let me take care of you tonight, okay?” you let out a sigh at his words before nodding. maybe after this he’ll let you, but for now, you were willing to let him do whatever he wanted to you. that’s how much you trusted your lover. you knew he would deliver and if he wanted to take care of you, you wouldn’t deny him of the opportunity.

felix reaches into his pocket to grab the box of condoms he brought as you sit up to slip your panties off. you look up at him and you laugh.

“do you bring condoms that way all the time?” you tease, giggling when he raises an eyebrow in confusion. “you should have brought only one.” felix shakes his head as he opens the box up to grab a condom packet.

“who said we needed only one for tonight?”

your eyes widen at his response and it was his turn to laugh. you reach up to smack his shoulder and he only laughs harder. “you’re such an asshole,” you huff playfully, leaning back down on the bed as he starts to pull down his sweatpants.

“you love me though,” felix hums nonchalantly. there he was, lee felix, wearing only his boxers as he kneeled in between your legs. the gap between the two of you was so little that you could feel the warmth of his member radiating on yours. your imagination ran wild, but nothing compared to when he pulled down his boxers. you gasp. you’ve felt him through his pants before, but you never thought he’d be this big. the head of his cock was red, precum staining it as it twitches with need. you swallow and for a second, worry coats his face and his shoulders tense up. “are you okay?”

you nod in response, feeling yourself getting wet again. “i just don’t know if you’ll fit, lix.” felix lets out a breath through his nose, shoulders relaxing. you cover your face with your hands as you blush profusely. you hear him opening the condom packet and you spread your fingers apart to get a look at him putting the condom on.

“trust me,” he reaches out to grab your wrists, gently pulling your hands away from your face. you shudder at the sight of him when you look down. he lets go of your wrists, a finger positioning itself under your chin to lift it up so your eyes meet. “you’ll be okay.”

“if it hurts, just tell me,” felix leans down to peck your lips and you whimper when he pulls away. he scrunches his eyebrows, amused, before lining himself up at your entrance. you hiss softly when he pushes the head in gently. this burn was different from the burn you felt when he used his fingers on you. this burn stung and he stops when the head enters you fully. you grip his shoulder as you bite your lip.

felix doesn’t tear his eyes away from you as he continues to push in as little as he could. as much as he wanted to feel good, his main priority was you and you couldn’t thank him enough. you throw your head back as he bottoms out, your walls opening up to accommodate felix’s cock inside you. he leans down to connect your lips together, the soft warmth of his lips serving as a direct contrast from the burn inside you. once he pulls away, he hangs his head down, your name falling from his lips as he feels your walls pulsing and adjusting to his length.

“are you okay?” felix asks. you nod as you feel the burn subsiding after a while. you tap his shoulder as a way to tell him to move, your words already failing you. felix uses his hands to support his weight as he puts them beside your head. he starts to move and it feels even better than you could have ever imagined. you grip his shoulder again as you feel yourself getting wetter by the minute.

“felix,” you sigh, wrapping your arms around his neck as he continues to thrust inside. he opens his eyes to look into yours. his eyes are dilated and you could tell he was holding back. nevertheless, his eyes held love in them and you knew that if ever you wanted to stop, he would gladly do so, no matter how good he feels. felix grips the headboard in front of him as he braces himself to go faster in you. he looks down to ask for your approval and you nod. the movement of his hips slow as he readies himself.

“let me make you feel good.”

you nod at his words, mouth going dry at the thought of what he might be planning.

felix already felt good at this pace, what more if he goes faster? you remove your arms from his neck, hands trailing down to his toned chest. he surprises you with a rough thrust and you gasp, his name rolling off your tongue. he thrusts again, his cock curving in you in a way that hits your spot perfectly. you let out a broken moan. you never believed in the concept of heaven, but being under felix might change your mind. the way he took care of you, the way he made you feel immaculate, makes you wonder if this was heaven itself.

felix picks up his pace, your head falling back to the pillow. you put your hands on his waist and you feel the goosebumps rise on his body once your hands make contact. he opens his eyes as he gives you a small smirk. you giggle breathlessly, a blush forming on your cheeks. even though he was on top of you, making you think and feel sinful things, he was still the man you fell in love with, a tease and way too cheeky for his own good. you fall into incoherent moans once again as he increases the speed of his hips, the sound of your skin meeting his echoing in the room.

“god baby,” felix groans, his pace slightly faltering, “you feel so good around me.” you let out a soft whine at his words, leaning to give him a rough kiss. he sloppily returns the kiss and when you pull away, his eyebrows scrunch as he focuses on the task at hand.

you’re moaning and crying out his name as your back arches from the bed. you feel the knot on your stomach forming again and you know you’re about to spill all over him for the second time tonight. you clench around felix and he moans brokenly.

“fuck,” he breathes out, “are you close?”

you nod, words not being enough to describe what you were feeling as of the moment. his name becomes a mantra to you as he continues to pound into your cunt. you reach up to grip at his hair, your name and a babble of his nicknames for you falling out of his mouth as he tries to get you where you needed to be.

“can you cum for me, princess?” he asks, slightly out of breath as you notice a bead of sweat falling down the side of his face.

“cum for me. please cum for me.”

felix pleads softly and before you know it, you’re screaming out his name as you feel your juices flow down his cock. felix grunts when you repeat his name over and over again, like you’ll end up forgetting it. if there was a heaven on earth, this was it. felix was sure of it and you felt the same way.

“you’re such a good girl for me, baby, fuck, you’re so good—“ felix rambles as he tries to reach his own high. “you’re so fucking good, fuck, fuck, fuck—“

lee felix ruined you tonight, but here he was, putting you back together again as he finishes inside you with a loud groan of your name. he leans back down into you to bury his face on your neck. both of your chests heave as you both try to catch your breath. you put a hand on his hair to stroke it and to remind him that you were still here with him. he presses a soft kiss on your neck before getting off of you to pull out.

you look at him and you realize that you want this forever, even though you felt as if you didn’t deserve it. if felix was willing to spend forever with you, you were in no position to say no because you wanted the same thing. he comes back to the bed to lay down next to you, both of your bodies sweaty from the events that just transpired. felix sheepishly grabs you and pulls you into him.

“did you feel good? was that good?” felix questions quietly. you sit up on your elbow to look at him, tilting your head with your eyebrows scrunched together. how could he ask that when he was the man that gave you everything in one night? how could he ask that when he made you cum twice during your first time?

“of course, it was good, lix,” you mumble, leaning over to press a kiss on the tip of his nose. “it was better than good, 100 times better than good. you were amazing,” you pepper kisses all over his face and he giggles, still keeping his arms around you. “how about you,” you whisper on his skin, “did you feel good?”

“yes,” he answers without hesitation, “of course, why wouldn’t i feel good?” you playfully shrug, lying back down on his shoulder. the two of you lay in silence as you both come down from your highs, the sound of your breathing filling the room. you look up and notice that he had his eyes closed. you tap his chest and his eyes open.

you remove yourself from his arms, leaning over to the bedside table to grab the box of condoms he brought with him. you playfully twist it around your hands before pretending to read what was written on it. you glance at him and you see that he’s watching you with confusion written all over his face.

“you want to make use of every single one in here?” you question and he lets out a surprised chuckle. “i mean, we might—“

before you could finish, he’s already pining you down on the bed. “we might as well,” he finishes the sentence for you and you smile at him cheekily.

“we might as well,” you repeat, biting your lip when felix grabs the box of condoms from your hands, opening it up again. it was a joke, but if felix actually decides to push through with it, you knew you’d be sore in the morning, but who cares when felix felt as good as he did? it would be embarrassing to admit, but you might already be addicted to him and everything he has to offer in bed. you watch as he opens a packet. your eyes widen, smacking his shoulder.

“i was kidding!” you laugh and felix shakes his head, cock already hard between his legs.

“i wasn’t.”

#kim tries to write #stray kids #skz #skz imagines #stray kids imagines #lee felix #skz smut #lee felix x reader #kpop scenarios #felix smut #tw// self harm #skz fluff #skz angst #i tried to make this special #i hope y’all enjoy #skz felix smut #skzstorynet

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themadlostgirl · 2 years

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Game Night

*I hear you! I hear you! I come bearing some platonic fun of Peter, Felix, and Reader having a very violent game night on Neverland. Enjoy!*

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“I WILL FUCKING END YOU!”

“COME AT ME YOU LANKY ASS PIECE OF SHIT!”

“I WILL PLUCK OUT YOUR EYES AND USE THEM AS FISH BAIT, LOST GIRL!”

“Felix, by god, just take the cards!” Peter snapped.

“I was down to three!” Felix fumed, “She shouldn’t be able to stack cards like that! It has to be against the rules or something!”

“My game! My rules!” You had tossed the rules pamphlet into the ocean just so no one could check. “Now shut up and take your cards!”

“Fucking bitch,” Felix muttered as he drew ten cards to his hand, “You were hoarding those for this moment, I know it.”

“How about you stop bellyaching just cause you suck at this.”

“I did not think a card game would get so violent,” Peter sighed, “But this is vastly more entertaining.”

“That’s the consensus when it comes to this type of game,” you shrugged. Maybe bringing games from your realm was not the smartest move. It was all fine and well to threaten to murder your siblings over a game of Uno knowing it was all just play acting. On Neverland though you were fairly certain that someone may wind up dead in the heat of competition. That’s what made it interesting though.

“Wild card,” Felix set a card down, “Change it to red.”

“You fucking asshole!” Peter seethed, “I don’t have any red!”

“Oh how sad,”

Peter went through pulling more and more cards until he finally drew a red one and set it down. With a mischievous grin you placed a red reverse card down sending the turn back to Peter. “You absolute bitch!” He went back to drawing cards, “This cannot be real. One of you is hoarding red cards.”

“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean,” Felix smirked.

“All the cards are gonna be red soon if you reverse me again,” Peter finally set down another red card.

“And I would love to see you try,” Felix dropped red card after red card before ending it on a reverse back to Peter.

“ARE YOU KIDDING ME!” He shouted, “You know what? That’s a three and I have a yellow three so we’re going back to yellow!”

“And I have a blue three so the color is now blue,” you put down your card.

“I hate this game,” Felix groaned, shuffling through his large handful of cards.

“It could be worse,” you said, “We could be playing monopoly or parcheesi.” you were thankful that there was no way to hook up a video game system here because the rage that would be expelled during a game of Mario Kart would be astronomical.

“I do not know what either of those are but if they are anything like this than I am sure that someone will end up dead.” Peter laughed. “Oh Felix, by the way, back to green and draw four.”

“That’s it!” Felix lunged at him. You dodged out of the way as Felix and Peter went tumbling head over heels, the cards they had been holding now scattered across the jungle floor. That seemed like a good enough point to start packing it up. You started gathering the cards and watched out of the corner of your eye as Felix and Peter grappled with one another.

A part of you wondered how much of that was anger and how much was sexual tension. Probably an equal amount.

You packed up the cards and went to another group of boys. “Hey, you guys wanna play?”

“Weren’t you playing with Felix and Pan?” one of the boys asked.

“Well, I was and then things got a little heated.” you jutted a thumb back over your shoulder where the boys were still rolling around on the ground throwing punches.

“Is Pan gonna kill him?”

“Nah,” you shrugged and sat down, “So, who’s in?”

“Uh…” their focus was still on Peter and Felix.

You shook your head and turned around, “Hey! Either one of you land a punch or make out! You can’t just roll around on the ground all night.”

“We are not--” Felix started to say before Peter’s foot kneed him hard in the stomach. That flew him back into a rage and punched Peter in the face.

“This is the most violent form of flirting I have ever seen,” you sighed and turned back to the other group of lost boys. “So? Shall I explain the rules?”

#peter pan ouat #ouat peter pan #platonic pairing #ouat #peter pan imagine

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wildernessuntothemselves · 3 years

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Gotta See Blood

Genre: Smut, angst

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: vamp!lix, mentions of murder, blood.

gif credit @915archive

He comes across you late at night in the forest, far away from your village, alone but clearly not scared. You’re screaming at the night sky, foolishly trying to summon an ancient power that you have no business messing with. It intrigues him though, and he makes his presence known to you. If only so he can entertain himself with the silly human girl who thinks that she could even stand in the devil’s presence without her skin getting seared off her bones.

“Be careful who you call for, girl, or he might just answer.” A deep, alluring voice speaks up and you whip around to face its source, coming face to face with a silver-haired human-like creature.

You stare at him with both fear and confusion. You didn’t think the devil would look this...ethereal.

“Are you the devil?” You venture uncertainly and he laughs a low, hoarse laugh. “No, darling, you wouldn’t be alive right now if I was.”

Quickly, your moods flips, your short-lived fear replaced by the all consuming anger once again at having this creature waste your precious time. “Then what do you want then? Fuck off.” You spit out and go back to trying to summon the devil.

In a second he’s behind you, a hand clasped over your mouth while his other arm loops around your body to stop you from waving your hands around in an abysmally incorrect incantation. You struggle against his hold but seize your movements entirely as soon as he presses his fangs to your neck.

“There. Are you going to listen now?” He whispers, dazed as the smell of you hits him. Damn, you smelled good. Maybe he should sink his teeth in you and forget about whatever foolish attempt you were making.

But then you bite his hand. You bite him, and he’s so shocked he actually lets you go.

“Fuck off, you filthy blood sucker. I refuse to die by your hands so go find some poor, frightened woman to suck dry. I have things to do.”

He stares at you in bewildered awe, infinitely amused by you. “You are trying to summon the devil. You, a mere mortal. It would be a waste to have him burn you alive before I get to have a taste, don’t you think? If you are going to get yourself killed anyway, why not let me do it? I can make it feel good.”

You sneer at him in contempt, refusing to be discouraged by his fear mongering attempts. “I’m not going to get myself killed. I’m going to kill them all, and if you don’t get out of my way, I’ll kill you too.”

That makes him let out a genuine laugh, something he hasn’t done in years, and he’s glad he didn’t kill you right away. “Ok, I’m going to humor you and say you can kill me, what then? Who are they and why do you want them dead?”

Irritated at his continued disrupting presence, you ask, “If I tell you why, will you leave me alone?”

“Depends.” He shrugs, and you groan. The smile never leaves his face, you are just far too entertaining. “Maybe I could help you.”

That gives you pause, and you size him up, trying to decide if he can really help you or not.

Apparently, you decides that yes, he can, and go on to tell him all about how your neighbor’s wife accused you of being a witch because she was jealous her husband lusted after you, and planted evidence to convince the whole village that you really were a witch and they were going to burn you at the stake if you hadn’t escaped.

“That bitch.” You growl, fire burning in your eyes once again. “I’m going to carve out her husband’s disgusting cock and feed it to her.”

The vampire smiles, “Is that why you were trying to summon the devil? To get revenge on your neighbor and her husband?”

“To get revenge on the whole village. I want them all to die suffering for what they were going to do to me. They deserve to burn like they were going to burn me.” Your anger burned so hot that the vampire came to be almost convinced that you really had the power to face the devil himself and will yourself to not be burned. In all his centuries of living, he has never seen someone so stupidly fearless and so insanely passionate… just looking at you made the cold blood in his veins run a little warmer, and that’s when he decides that he has to keep you for himself.

But first, he had to win your affection, and he knew just how.

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There you were, on your knees between his legs, the head of his member pushed against your plump lips that have driven him absolutely insane countless times before.

“Do you want me, my darling?”

“Yes.” He’s ashamed by how small that one word sounded. Truth is, he’s become absolutely consumed by you.

After he’d wiped out your village, he was able to have you, have your body, have your blood, and that should’ve been enough. He should’ve killed you after that, he had no more use for you, and you knew it too. You were waiting for it, not a whiff of fear he could smell on you. You had done what you had set out to do and now you had nothing more to live for. That is what your eyes seem to say to him, and it hurts him deeply.

It is a weird feeling, a sharp pang in his cobwebbed heart that has long forgotten what it’s like to feel at the notion that you haven’t considered living for him.

So he kept stalling, pretending that he still wasn’t done with you. Which was the truth, he wanted to keep you around for an eternity, until all the world died around you, but he didn’t know how.

You put him in your mouth again and his thoughts go quiet for a moment. He’s thankful to just get lost in the warm feeling of your mouth on him. But then he’s reminded that you're not his. If you were, you wouldn’t be warm.

Breaking away from his cock, you get up to straddle him, taking him inside your warm heat that threatens to sear his brain. He can’t think so clearly with you around him like this. He needs to have you completely.

But when he puts his fangs on you, you push him back.

“No. I know what you want, and no. I will not let you turn me.” You say, completely unmoved and unmovable. “I will stay with you, but I will stay human.”

“But, my love--” He still tries to argue. Hasn’t he proven himself to you? Hasn’t he earned your utter devotion? How can you be so cruel to him?

“I have no use for eternities or even a regular lifetime, but I’ll stay alive for you. That’s all I can give you. Alive, Felix, not undead.”

His eyes burn with the ghosts of tears he cannot shed. He would let every single person he’s ever fed on suck the blood back from his body if it meant that he could be human with you.

But he can’t so he’ll just settle on trying not to melt away in your mere presence.

Your power over him is immeasurable, and you bounce up and down on his member, he clutches onto your hips for dear life.

“Wanna cum for me, my darling?” You ask, making his cock twitch inside of you. “You wanna paint my insides with your seed?”

He nods vigorously, a small pathetic moan bubbling up in his throat as his nails dig into your skin and little drops of blood seep out of the abrasions that he’ll spend the night lapping his tongue over and nursing them back to health.

“I love you.” He cries out as he cums, his seed as cold as everything about him, but you’re grown used to it, and the little chill tips you over the edge too.

“I love you too, darling.” You murmur, kissing his lips to shut him up before he can protest that if you truly loved him, you’d let him turn you.

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A/N: just a little sumthin sumthin for the up all night mv. I’m still working on the iyym blurbs dw

#stray kids smut #felix smut #stray kids angst #felix angst

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miss-1ng · 3 years

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Dimiclaude kiss prompt no. 55?

this turned out... longer than i intended lmao

also hope you're okay with a soulmate au, because this is the only idea i had for this lol! thanks for requesting <3 <3

(also a warning for spoilers about claude's backstory and maybe dimitri's a little bit but otherwise i'm pretty sure everything is spoiler-free!!)

His name is Khalid, is what Dimitri’s mind - wide awake from the searing sting of finally gaining his soulmark - says, barely a whisper while when Ingrid got hers, she screamed with joy the moment she found out her soulmate was Glenn.

That was a year ago, on the fourth of the Guardian Moon, precisely the day of her birth, which was celebrated with her family and friends.

It’s legend that you become of age to receive a soulmark from the day you turn twelve to the day you turn sixteen. Sylvain, two years older, had, unsurprisingly received his two years prior to Ingrid and Felix who both received theirs when they officially became of age.

Dimitri however, while not exactly a rare case, though not a complete normality, had received his a year later than which his childhood friends did, at age 13.

Her mark glistens a glittering gold on the inside of her left wrist, corresponding with Glenn’s which is on the inside of his right one. Dimitri remembers her gushing how when the first time they held hands, their marks shone when they touched.

He also remembers Felix gagging and glaring at the two lovebirds for the rest of the day, completely enraptured with one another and nothing else.

As of that day, their betrothal was made official, now that Ingrid had her mark to confirm the one Glenn owned.

That was a while back now, and today, an exact year later, is Dimitri’s birthday. The mark on his arm stings, but as his eyes really take in the word in beautiful script on his wrist, he begins to ignore the pain.

Exactly three hours later, he’s at the Felix and Glenn’s home, sitting outside on the grass with the two of them, having recently abandoned the wooden training swords. Glenn is a full four years older than all of them, except Sylvain, who is only two years older. Yet despite his age Glenn still treats them the same.

When Dimitri finally shows the two his soulmark after lots of nagging, he notices the way Felix bites his lip and averts his gaze.

But before he can question it, Felix teases “You’re going to have a boyfriend!” before bursting out into laughter.

Dimitri hadn’t even thought of that, fully focused on the fact that he has a soulmark and not on the fact that his soulmate has the name of a boy.

He… isn’t too sure what to feel about that.

“And you are too,” Glenn calls in a sing-song voice to his younger brother, only to get fiercely elbowed in the stomach. A scowl has found its way onto the bright-eyed boy’s face.

Dimitri doesn’t say a word. Felix has been oddly secretive about his soulmark ever since he got it a month after Ingrid’s, while she had been flouncing it around whenever she got the chance and wasn’t with Glenn. Though at the same time, even at thirteen, Felix has been secretive, spending more time by himself than with the group unless he was absolutely forced too.

“Shut up!” he snaps, folding his arms and pouting. “I hate you.”

“So kind, Fe,” Glenn teases with a grin, ruffling his younger brother’s hair.

Silently Dimitri wonders what it would be like if he was in Glenn’s shoes, and he had a little brother of his own.

The silence Dimitri’s indulged in gets broken with a familiar call, and Dimitri turns to see Sylvain, even taller than the last time he saw his friend, standing alongside Ingrid who immediately rushes to greet Dimitri with a hug before running over to Glenn.

“Happy birthday, Dimitri!” Sylvain hollers the second he closes the door, separating the kids from the adults indoors. He joins the group. “How does it feel to no longer be the only soulmate-less one?” He adds a wink as if the very phrase itself wasn’t terrible enough.

A collective group of groans reverberate around the circle they’ve formed.

“You’re an idiot,” Felix grumbles to the older teen, averting all eye contact and instead vouching for a heated glare at the grass. Oh, if looks could kill.

“Aww, I love you too, Fe,” Sylvain teases, still grinning merrily as if he nothing is wrong with the world.

Felix’s face flushes. “Why does everyone keep saying that?”

Ingrid laughs. “I can say it too, if you’d like.” She clears her throat, as if beginning some long and important speech. “Aww, I love you too, Felix.”

“Now that’s left is Dimitri,” Glenn notes, looking at him.

The younger Fraldarius looks just about ready to bolt as Dimitri says “Aww, I love you too, Felix.”

Instead, he just mutters “It’s your birthday so I’ll take it. Just this once though.”

Sylvain leans close to Dimitri and whispers in a not-so-quiet voice “A little birdy told me you received your soulmark!” Bold black cursive writing stares up at him with non-existent eyes and he feels his heart start to thud.

Thump. Thump-thump. Thump. Thump-thump.

He doesn’t reply, instead peeling his sleeve a little higher above and shows Ingrid and Sylvain his soulmark.

The taller of the two squints at it, as if it’s hard to see. Ingrid’s reaction is more surprised, by the way her eyes widen, and her jaw goes a little slack. She fixes it when she sees his eyes on her with a small smile. “That’s great, Dimitri! It’s so pretty,” she gushes in a very un-Ingrid manner, but the twinkle in her eyes is all the same. “I wonder when you’ll meet your soulmate…”

“Khalid’s not a Fódlan name,” Sylvain offhandedly comments. Dimitri frowns at him, and he hastily continues. “I mean it’s not a Fódlan name I’ve heard. Who knows? You could get some hottie from Duscur or Brigid.”

“Of course, someone from Duscur or Brigid would come all the way over for our Prince,” Glenn drily says, pecking Ingrid on the cheek at her wide-eyed smile. “We’re not getting rid of him that easily.”

His soulmark was something Dimitri was very focused on for a while.

Then Duscur happened and everything seemed to fall apart.

His family, his friends… everything changed. The mark on Ingrid’s wrist faded to a black splotch, and the golden writing had completely disappeared.

Felix had shut himself off completely, not leaving his room unless he was training and not talking to anyone unless he was yelling at them.

Sylvain… seemed more closed off – more subdued. Dimitri saw him less and less as the months ebbed on.

And Dimitri… Dimitri couldn’t sleep, couldn’t focus, couldn’t even think. His dreams being haunted by the dead, his father begging for revenge, Glenn hissing in his ear, taunting him, his mother, crying at his feet.

“You should’ve saved us,” they hiss. “Kill them for us. Kill them all!”

It’s not the first time he wakes to a cold sweat, a scream hanging on the edge of his lips.

He’s sent to live, along with the Duscur boy he met, Dedue, at Rodrigue’s place, and there Dimitri finds it frequent where he gets the full brunt of Felix’s verbal abuse. He wants to talk back, to say it wasn’t his fault, but he can’t find the words, can’t even find the motivation to speak. Instead, he just nods, silent, and Dedue finds him, concern lingering in his gaze.

It’s like that for a while.

Then the rebellion happens, and Felix seems to hate him even more.

It’s almost a relief when he arrives to the Officers Academy.

There he meets Edelgard von Hresvelg (or reunites, perhaps, if his hunch is in fact correct), heir to the Empire, and Claude von Riegan, heir to House Riegan.

Claude is… well… Claude is a lot of things.

In their audience with Rhea, he is stiff and stoic-faced, though the second they’re released from the chamber, he introduces himself properly to Dimitri. “So, you’re the prince,” he says with a wink. “Nice to meet you.”

“It is good to meet you too,” says Dimitri in return, dipping his head. He offers a small smile.

It’s not the only time they talk. As the year ebbs on, Dimitri gets to know Claude, should it be through sparring together, or even tea times Claude has insisted on. Claude is… well, first of all he’s nice and he’s kind, and he’s also very funny. He seems to bring a smile to Dimitri’s face whenever he’s around, and not only that but he’s…

…he’s beautiful.

Maybe it’s his smile, Dimitri supposes, his genuine one, or maybe those piercing green eyes. He’s also been good looking.

Sometimes when they train, Dimitri catches himself staring, and Claude’s caught him too, offering a wink and a teasing comment without any heat.

Not only that but Dimitri’s heart flutters whenever he’s around Claude, and he has to remind himself constantly that this isn’t okay because Claude is not his soulmate. The mark on his wrist proves just that much.

“You’re staring, your Highness.”

Dimitri flinches, almost forgetting that Sylvain is opposite him, lazily twirling his lance. He smirks at his childhood friend. “Got your eyes on someone?”

It would be great if he was immune to Sylvain’s teasing, but he is only human, and heat rises to his cheeks. “No!” His voice sounds a few pitches higher than it usually is. He clears his throat, averting his gaze from Claude who turns away from Hilda who he’s sparring with (how he got her to do so remains a mystery to the school) to offer a questioning brow. “I mean, uh, no. Of course not.”

“Sure, sure.”

Sylvain doesn’t sound at all convinced. He leans closer, whispering in Dimitri’s ear, “I mean Riegan is pretty hot. I don’t think even your soulmate would blame you for checking him out.”

Dimitri splutters, “W-what?”

“I have to go,” Sylvain says. “Pick up some of the ladies- oh, hey, Fe!” He runs off towards the direction of Felix who enters the training ground, and Dimitri doesn’t stop him, staring into the distance as his cheeks turn redder and redder as the seconds pass.

Nevertheless, Dimitri still goes out of his way to spend his time with Claude, pointedly ignoring his soulmark whenever he does.

“Your princliness!” Claude calls, waving in greeting as he runs over to him. Dimitri tries not to blush when he yet again winks.

“Claude!” He tries his hardest not to sound too surprised. “What-what are you doing here?”

He looks amazing. Dressed in a sharp suit he’s seen many of the other students wearing, his hair tousled and falling in front of his eyes. “I think the proper question is what are you doing here? Dedue’s worried about you. Says you haven’t even showed up to the ball and-”

Dimitri’s brain seems to shut off, his mind not listening as he surges forwards, closing the distance between them with a kiss.

It lasts two seconds. Maybe three.

Because immediately after their lips touch Dimitri lets go, eyes wide. “I- that was out of line,” he rushes. “I’m sorry, Claude, I shouldn’t have done that-”

But Claude pulls him back in, and Dimitri feels the mark on his wrist burn and-

He stares down at it, watching the white handwriting shimmer to gold. “What…?”

“I have been waiting so long to do that,” Claude breathes, oblivious to Dimitri’s confusion. He raises an eyebrow, clutching his hands. “Hey, what’s wrong…?”

“Khalid,” Dimitri breathes. Claude’s eyes widen. “That’s your name?”

“I-” Claude pauses, before nodding. “Yes. It is.”

Dimitri pulls him close, arms wrapping around him. He kisses Claude – or is it Khalid? – again, and again, and again. “It’s a beautiful name.”

“Mmhm.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Their night ends not in the ballroom, but outside under the moonlight, the memory of soft kisses and warm embraces never to leave Dimitri’s mind.

#fe3h #dimiclaude #request #kiss prompt #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #claude von riegan #my fanfics

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misselko · 3 years

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This is my very first fics that I ever wrote in my whole life!! English isn't my native language but am trying my very best on this.

Your warm supports will be kindly appreciated!! 💕

GENTLE HANDS

Genre: Fluff

Words: 994

Professor Byleth had you two seated together to share his book. Is this a boon or punishment from the Goddess that you had forgotten your textbook and got seated next to him today?

Snap!!

Dimitri’s cheeks turned red when he realized that he just broke the fourth quill this afternoon. His princely demeanour has long gone since (Y/N) seated next to him. The beautiful girl of his dreams with (E/C) that is full of kindness and soft (H/C) that sways gently under the warm kiss of the sun. So pure and lovely. Even a simple greetings from (Y/N), with beautiful sparkle of your (E/C) eyes and sweet smile always send his heart fluttering. And now.. Having you sitting beside him, twirling your quill softly, listening intently to the Professor’s war strategy lecture with a cute pout... did things to his heart and the quills, for sure.

He was SUPPOSED to focus on the lecture, really, he is really trying his best to. But all the struggle was in vain when (Y/N) quill slipped from your small, delicate hand, and rolling under the table, near his feet.

“Ah! I-I’m sorry for being so clumsy, Dimitri! Please excuse me, I have to pick it."

You flashed him a heartfelt smile and bow from your desk to try to reach for your quill. The quill kept on rolling further and you had to dive to get a grip on it. The future king of Holy Kingdom of Faerghus, Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd has been reduced to a babbling, incoherent mess when your breasts involuntarily brushes against his leg!!

“AAAARGH!!!”

(Y/N) head bumped very hard against the table at Dimitri’s sudden shout. You tried to rub your sore head softly, absolutely had no idea of the severity of your own clumsiness. The House Leader of Blue Lions’ face has turned crimson red, putting a tomato to a pale comparison!! All eyes were on you and Dimitri making the class lecture halted in abrupt now.

“Dimitri and (Y/N).”

“Y-yes, Professor?”

“See me after class for your detention."

“Yes....”

Dimitri didn’t even able to answer it. He just nodding his head up and downs like a broken parrot, saying barely incomprehensible “Yessshh Professor” under his breath. Feeling (Y/N) soft breasts that grazed his thigh has sent that poor boy to lost his mind. He’d be teased for this surely, for the rest of his life.

(Y/N), a girl who is way much smaller than him has reduced the strong spear wielder into a puddle of mush. What an achievement!!

Sylvain is grinning wide from ear to ear like a cheshire cat, watched the scene playing before him in pure amusement. Felix had his eyes rolled and mutters silent curses. Dedue, Ashe, and Ingrid are concerned for both of you and your extra homework while Mercedes and Annette giggles. Everyone knows how the blond prince cherish and feel about (Y/N), maybe... unless (Y/N).

The Blue Lions Prince always wear his heart on his sleeve, but being such an oblivious person, you were never aware of the deep feelings that Dimitri hold for you. If only you two were more honest with your feelings toward each others, maybe things wouldn’t be so complicated.

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You didn’t want to burden Dimitri with punishment for your clumsiness. Guilt and shame has gnawed into your consciousness wildly like a raging tempest. Fortunately, those piling extra assignments were no match for you and Dimitri’s teamwork. The sun has long been set and the stars are out when you finished the tasks. It would be a beautiful evening if only you weren’t on detention. Only you two remains in the classroom that is dimly lighted by candle.

“I’m so sorry for my mistake this afternoon. It had caused you... much discomfort.” (Y/N) apologize. “My clumsiness has put us into some predicament."

“Don’t be, (Y/N)! It’s my fault for being so loud! And.... distracted. But I won’t have it any other way.”

“What do you mean, Dimitri?”

“I.. I.. It was.. I can’t say it was not enjoyable. I mean.. we get to spend some time together like this and... ” his face darkening and cheeks all flushed red.

“D-Dimitri....”

You two stand still in the silent classroom, furious blush crept on your faces. Goddess, you can lost yourself inside his beautiful cerulean eyes that staring back at your (E/C) shyly forever.

*growls*

“Aaah!! I’m sorry for being so louddd!!!”

Heat spread through your cheeks like wildfire and beating heart went into overdrive. Your tummy had this oh-so-perfect timing on ruining your moment with your crush. Goddess Sothis please kill me right here, right now! How wonderful it will be if earth just split and swallow you whole to save you from your embarrassment!!

Crestfallen with your gaze downcast from embarrassment had shattered him. Dimitri sighed. You were always like this, too shy for your own good. Even this shy part of yours is very endearing to him.

Dimitri smiles politely and takes hold of your hand gently. “Let us head to the dining room and get something to eat. It is almost dinner time, after all.”

A small smile graced his features, not that you would see.

There was something about the softness that intertwined your hands together. Is it love? Your warm, delicate hands are so small and soft compared to his huge, calloused ones. The poor prince almost had his heart stopped when (Y/N) reciprocate his hand.

You can feel a crisp chill in the evening air as the leaves and trees start showing autumn’s golden, orange, and red hues. But those chilly winds are nothing mere than a soft blows with your hands intertwined together, basking in each others’ warmth. Maybe this night won’t be as cold as usual with (Y/N) by his side. You’re both a flustered mess, grappling with excitement and joy and relief and a little anxiety, but it all feels so overwhelming and wonderful.

It was a boon, after all. Perhaps the best one of all.

#dimitri #dimitri x reader #fe3h x reader #dimitri fluff #fluff #fire emblem x reader #fire emblem three houses #holding hands #sfw #fe dimitri x reader

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sunnyville36 · 3 years

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Mamihlapinatapai {part 4}

We're almost to the end!! Much love to all of you for reading 💜

Need to catch up? {overview} {part 1} {part 2} {part 3}

Pairing: Bang Chan x Female Reader

Themes: royal au, medieval au, court intrigue, arranged marriage, original characters, mutual pining, slow burn

Warnings: mentions of death/war/murder, mentions of torture (brief), mentions of physical abuse (brief), emotionally abusive parents

Rating: Mature

Word count: 5.4k

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Mamihlapinatapai - (noun, Yagán origin) a silent acknowledgement and understanding between two people, who are both wishing or thinking the same thing (and are both unwilling to initiate)

Instincts | Kingdom of Gu, present day

You’d slept maybe a total of twelve hours in the three days since the poisoning attempt. Things were still tense between you and Chan after your outburst at the pond. The king didn’t want him leaving the safety of his chambers, not knowing if there would be another attack on his life, which meant you only really saw him at mealtimes. You’d tried to apologize for raising your voice at him a few times but could never manage to look him in the eye, always leaving the room before he could say anything more than a thank you for the food. You were also avoiding him because you felt you’d revealed something in those words, a small part of the way you felt about him, and you weren’t ready to confront any of the implications from that just yet. At night, you couldn’t sleep, your thoughts full of fear for Chan’s safety and concern for what would happen between Gu and Lajor. So you’d spent the hours wandering the outskirts and corridors of the castle, lingering especially in the wing where the prince’s room was.

It was on the third night of your rounds, as you were walking the eastern side of the castle that faced the forest, the air humid and suffocating on your skin, that you spotted a flash of gold hair headed for the base of the closest tower. You turned and followed the hooded figure as they approached the castle entrance, and the growing sinking feeling in your stomach was confirmed when their face caught the light.

You had to hand it to her, she either had a death wish or nerves of steel to show up here again.

Korenna was attempting to break through the bolt on the door when you pulled up behind her, bringing a hand to her mouth and a knife to her throat.

“I could kill you where you stand, and no one would protest at my decision.”

“You could, but I don’t believe you will,” she responded, voice calmer than you expected.

You whipped her around to face you, snarling in a whisper, “Don’t you dare use my own words against me. I said that to you when I thought I could trust you, and you’ve made it blatantly clear that was a misjudgement on my part.”

“Y/n no please listen it wasn’t. I know I was rude and standoffish - “

“Rude and standoffish?!” you repeated in disbelief. “Sure that’s definitely what we’re talking about right now. You know, I always thought maybe it was because you were a shy person, or because you were jealous, but, as it turns out, you just aren’t one of those people who likes to get really close to the person she’s trying to murder.”

Korenna looked like she was about to cry, leaning forward as if to grab at your arms despite the knife still pointing at her throat. “Please, Y/n, that’s not what I meant, I can explain! Do you really think you were so wrong about me; do you really think I could kill a man in cold blood?”

You shouldn’t even be entertaining her excuses, you thought to yourself. She was trying to use your pride against you, to trick you into letting her explain herself so you didn’t have to admit you were wrong. But, like always, as you watched her, trying to discern any ounce of deceit or malice, you found none.

You lowered the knife, stepping back and motioning for her to continue.

“You know that my father was crazy enough to try to invade Gu all those years ago. What you don’t know is that he’s only gotten more delusional and power hungry over all these years, hell bent on taking down your kingdom as revenge against King Bang and completely disregarding the well being of his own. Last year, I had been trying to gather support from the ministers, to show them just how corrupt, how evil he had become. That was when my mother died and my father finally snapped, leaving me and my nine year old sister completely at the whim of his wrath. He locked Paige away at some secret fortress and told me that if I didn’t agree to his plan of killing Prince Chan and wreaking havoc on your kingdom, he would leave her alone to starve to death. He gave me three weeks to decide and I searched for her desperately, but at the end of it I was no closer to finding her and was forced to agree to the marriage he had arranged to initiate his plot.”

“Why should I believe any of this?”

“Because she’s here, right now. We crossed the border with a small group of knights who are sympathetic to our position. They wanted to help me, and I want to help you, but I had to make sure my sister was safe. Now that she is, we can work together to protect your kingdom and hopefully preserve mine.”

You were silent, taking her and her story in.

“If you could just bring me to Chris, let me tell him all of this, apologize for what I did,” she pleaded, eyes begging even more than her words.

“Fine. I will bring you to His Highness, and he will decide what to do with you.”

***

You led Korenna past the guards, neither of them giving you a second look when they saw it was you despite your concealed companion. Chan was known for burning the midnight oil, and tonight was no different. You could see the light drifting out from beneath his door as you knocked lightly, and were met with his quiet, “Come in.”

You opened the door, remaining in the door frame as he turned to face you. “Your Highness, there’s someone here to see you,” you said, stepping aside and pushing Korenna in front of you before you followed in and shut the door.

Chan sat still for a moment, then leaned back in his chair, legs and arms crossed in his most casual yet intimidating pose.

“Unless my oldest friend has decided to kill me tonight, which I certainly hope is not the case, you must have had a pretty convincing reason for her to bring you here.”

Korenna remained silent, looking between you and the prince nervously.

Chan rolled his eyes, clearly frustrated. “Well? Let me hear it.”

She told him everything, about her father’s plot and her involvement, the threats against her sister, how she had support from the knights and probably a fair majority of the people as well.

“I know you could never forgive me for what I did, but I am truly, sincerely sorry,” she said, head bowed.

The prince seemed to be contemplating her story just as you had. Finally, his voice broke the silence.

“Show me this sister of yours and then I will decide how we proceed.”

***

You walked next to Chan as you followed Korenna into the forest where her sister was supposedly waiting with the Lajoran knights. You didn’t like this plan, knew if Korenna’s description was true, you and Chan would be severely outnumbered should things turn south, but Chan had insisted on only taking you with him. He looked unusually pensive as you walked, and you decided to take this opportunity to give your apology, in case it happened to be your last.

“Your Highness,” you said quietly, “I’ve been meaning to tell you how sorry I am for how I spoke to you by the pond. You were only trying to comfort me and I took my insecurities out on you and you didn’t deserve that.”

He put his arm out in front of you, stopping you in your tracks.

“Is that why you’ve been avoiding me? Y/n, I’ve been trying to ask you for three days if you were alright and all this time you’ve been feeling guilty? Please, please don’t feel that way, I would never blame you for what happened and I was never upset about our conversation. Promise me you won’t keep anything like this from me again?”

You looked at each other and you nodded, both silently agreeing not to touch on the part of that previous conversation where you revealed something else you’d been keeping from him.

The two of you jogged back up to where Korenna had stopped at a small, raised hill surrounded by rocks. It certainly was a good vantage point and hiding spot. Once again, you hoped your instincts about this woman and her intentions would be correct.

Korenna led you around the corner of one of the rocks, and that was when you saw the young girl. She was lying wrapped in a blanket despite the heat, and her hair looked dirty and matted. The men sitting around her straightened as Korenna approached the group, but she held up her hand to show them you were on their side. The girl lifted her head when she heard your footsteps, her gaunt face morphing into a smile at the sight of her sister.

“Korenna, you’re back,” she rasped as the elder knelt and wrapped her in a hug, and your heart broke at the sound of her barely there voice.

“Your Highness…”

“I know,” he said, reading what you were going to say from the tone of your voice, “we need to get her to Felix.”

You both approached the pair and you knelt down next to Korenna, speaking softly to the younger princess.

“Hello Paige. My name is Y/n. I’m a friend of your sister. She’s brought you a really long way to make sure you’re safe, and we’re going to get you some help now so you can feel better. Would that be alright with you?”

The little girl nodded, and you looked up at Korenna, silently asking permission to pick her up. Korenna nodded as well, so you gathered Paige into your arms and began the trek back to the palace, some of the knights following along with you. You looked behind you to see Chan place his hand on Korenna’s shoulder.

“Thank you for showing me. Together we’re going to make this right.”

Conscription | Kingdom of Lajor, present day

“Your Majesty, the villagers are reporting they have no more men to send, and those in the city have been rioting for two days since the conscription announcement went out. The knights can barely keep the peace and we have more and more deserters every day. I’m just not sure we should continue hounding the people - ”

King Eunther looked up from his seat in the throne room, cutting the man off with a steely, impenetrable gaze.

“Sir Bavrard, do the people control this kingdom?”

“N-no, Your Majesty.”

“And do the knights?”

“No, Your Majesty.”

“Then please explain to me why you are suggesting we listen to the complaints of those ungrateful, insubordinate traitors over my own direct orders?!” the king shouted, Sir Bavrard cowering beneath him.

“I’m sorry, Your Majesty, I just don’t know what else we can do to compel such a large uprising - “

“I’ll tell you what you can do,” King Eunther snarled, rising from his chair, “you can tell them that if they don’t cooperate, you will bring them to stand in front of me and I will personally remove their head from their body. Do I make myself clear?!”

32 men died that day.

Checkmate | Kingdom of Gu, present day

You entered the infirmary, walking over to where Prince Felix sat at the bedside of a much healthier looking Paige.

“Y/n!” she called, her head peeking around Felix’s shoulder to smile at you.

“Hello little princess,” you said, returning her smile as you came to stand beside Felix. “I’m glad to see you doing much better. Do you mind if I borrow your companion for a moment?”

“Nope!” she pronounced, going back to the book she’d been reading as Felix followed you to the corner of the room.

“You were right, her condition is much improved,” Felix said. “I’m still a little worried about her malnourishment, but as long as she remains well fed and warm, she should be alright.”

“That’s good news; Princess Korenna will be glad to hear it. She wanted me to thank you for tending to her, Your Grace.”

“I’m delighted to!” he exclaimed quietly. “She’s got quite the personality in that little body of hers, kept me on my toes the last few days.”

As if on cue, Paige piped up from behind the two of you, “Felix, could I have that glass of orange juice you’d said you’d bring me? I waited ten minutes like you said.”

“See?” he said with a smile and a raise of his eyebrows, turning to leave the room. You followed after him, sending a wave and a wink to the princess on your way.

You headed back to the throne room, where King Bang, Chan, Korenna, Minho, and the rest of the head knights were gathered. They’d been discussing their plans for the imminent Lajoran attack for a few days now, Korenna and her knights filling in any gaps of knowledge or speculating on Eunther’s strategies when they could. You’d been in attendance as well, taking notes, marking maps, and giving suggestions every once in a while. Battle planning had never been your favorite task; you couldn’t help but think about all the senseless loss that came from two men getting into a pissing contest over who should control what land or trying to ‘avenge their honor.’ Surely there had to be a better way, especially in this situation where it was clear the Lajoran people were not exactly in support of their ruler, to defeat a rogue king without the death of innocent people.

Entering the room, you caught eyes with Korenna, who walked over to meet you in the far corner.

“Prince Felix says she’s still stable, Your Grace. As long as we keep her here and watch that she’s getting enough food, she should recover just fine.”

“Oh thank god, what a relief,” Korenna sighed, placing one hand on your arm and one over her chest. “I can’t begin to thank you all enough for what you’ve done for us.”

Your ears perked at that. Korenna seemed like she also despised the loss of innocent life, considering she hadn’t even been able to kill her father’s enemy despite her own sister being in danger. Maybe you could suggest your proposal to her and she could advocate for it, as a way of repaying you all and preventing more death.

“Actually, Your Grace, if I may, there is something I was considering. There may be a potential way to prevent an all out battle between our two peoples, if what you’ve told us is true about your father’s current standing amongst your citizens. If you were to propose it, the others might take more kindly to it than if it came from me.”

Korenna didn’t say anything, so you took that as a sign to continue. You explained what you had been turning over in your head for the past few days, checking a few of the details with her. When you finished, the princess looked a little apprehensive.

“I am in total support of that plan, Y/n,” the princess explained. “But I worry that if it comes from me, King Bang is going to reject it outright. I can tell he is not as convinced of my intentions as you and Chris are.”

She had a point. If the plan were to come from her, it would probably seem more suspicious, more likely to be a trap. However, you feared the king wouldn’t consider you proposing such a plan to be much more trustworthy.

Korenna seemed to be reading that exact thought on your face as she said, “Why don’t you angle it towards Chris; I know he holds your input in high regard.”

You felt your heart tug at her statement, but pushed those thoughts to the back of your mind. Korenna was right; you could do this. You nodded at her and you both returned to the table.

The men were talking, so you tried clearing your throat, but that seemed to do nothing to get their attention. Noticing your hesitation, Korenna interrupted.

“Gentlemen, I believe Y/n has something to say.”

You smiled gratefully at her then turned your attention to Chan. If you could just remain focused on him you were confident you could explain your plan and maybe even convince them to buy in to it too.

“Your Highness, I’ve been thinking of a way that we could perhaps avoid any direct conflict with Lajor. We already know that Her Grace has many supporters, as evidenced by our friends here. And according to their reports, the people are in no position to support a war; this is all one man’s doing. So if we can eliminate that one man, our problem would be solved.

I propose we arrange a meeting with King Eunther. Somewhere neutral, away from the majority of our armies. We frame it as a truce meeting, have him go into it thinking he will get some concessions from our side in order to prevent a fight. In reality, we use it as a chance to capture him unawares. Her Grace can confront her father, and if our information is correct, the knights and soldiers will take her side and we can end this situation with zero loss of life and a new friend on the Lajoran throne.”

You glanced at Korenna and saw she was smiling brightly at you. Looking back at Chan, you could tell he was seriously considering what you had said, head pressed together with Minho in quiet conversation. The Lajoran and Guan knights were murmuring to each other, indicating agreement with what you’d proposed. The only person who appeared to be against it was King Bang.

“Using deception and ambushing a man has always been considered dishonorable,” the king spat, as if you had insulted the very foundation of the kingdom. “Wars are meant to be fought on the battlefield and our army could easily outpace Lajor’s; there are expectations and traditions that should be upheld.”

It took everything in you not to scream at him, to unleash a lifetime’s worth of anguish caused by his ignorance and arrogance. You’d had enough of hearing this man talk about all the noble pursuits of battle without ever having to face the consequences of one. You turned to him, your chin held high.

“Forgive me, Your Majesty, but this is not about the “honor” of taking him down on the battlefield. This is about not sacrificing the lives of men to maintain your own sense of righteousness.”

The room went silent at that. You kept your eyes on the king, could feel him seething under his impartial expression. Under any other circumstances, the punishment for what you’d just said would be severe. But everyone in the room was starting to come to the realization that your plan had merit. It would be faster, easier, less costly, and less deadly than simply bracing for an attack, no matter how “dishonorable” it might seem. And even the king knew now was not the time to berate you, though you were sure it would come back to haunt you later.

You felt Chan press his hand to the small of your back, the sign of support giving you more strength. “Y/n is right. Even if we would be likely to take a victory in battle, her plan has the best chance of rooting out the cause of our problem here and now and placing both our kingdoms in a better position for the long term. If anyone disagrees, they should speak now.”

Everyone kept silent, some nodding their heads in agreement with the decision.

“Then we shall prepare to execute it.”

***

You avoided the throne room as much as possible for the next few days as preparations were made, wanting to have as little interaction with the king as you could. Chan had praised you after the meeting, had said he was proud you’d spoken up to his father. You knew the prince had the best of intentions, but you also knew he could never understand what it was like to know that by doing what you did, you’d surrendered yourself to whatever punishment the king saw fit to assign after this ordeal came to an end.

A rider had been dispatched to Lajor to deliver the terms of your meeting. In the letter, Gu had agreed to secede the western most portion of its territory as well as deliver half its military forces to Lajor. The only stipulation was an in person meeting to sign the documents. As suspected, King Eunther was too tempted by power to see through your guise, thin as it may have been. The meeting was set for today at noon.

Armies from both sides were prepared, in case this peace offering did not go smoothly. The plan was to bring you, Chan, Korenna, King Bang, Minho, the Lajoran knights, and a few members of your own royal guard to the meeting place, which was designated to be the same spot in the forest where the earlier attempt on Chan’s life took place.

Hours before the meeting, you were making your way through the forest as quickly and quietly as you could, bow strapped to your back and dressed in your most inconspicuous woodland attire. You were to arrive at the grove early so you could take your position prior to anyone else arriving, or, in the worst case, report back if an enemy agent was attempting to do the same. It was decided earlier that you would walk there alone, in order to leave as little trace as possible.

You didn’t mind the solitude as you meandered through the woods, trying not to leave an obvious trail behind you. Before you’d left, Korenna had come to confirm with you the signal for your part of the plan. Then, just as you were about to enter the forest, a voice called your name.

“Y/n!”

“Your Highness, you should be preparing with the others.”

“I know I-I just had to see you before you go. To tell you goodluck.”

You looked at him and, steeling yourself for what you were about to do, tugged him into a crushing embrace. He returned the hug, his head close enough to hear you whisper, “You too.”

Both of you were well aware of the hundreds of unspoken things behind the brief words you exchanged, but they were all that needed to be said for now.

You reached the clearing and found the tree with the best camouflage that had the vantage point you wanted. Climbing up, you settled in for the long wait until the rest of the players arrived.

***

After about two hours, you heard the distinctive clopping of hooves coming from the direction of the Gu palace. A few moments later, your friends came into sight of the clearing. Remaining hidden, you watched as they fanned out into a semi-circle facing the direction of Lajor, King Bang and Korenna in the center.

Minutes passed and the Lajorans were nowhere to be seen. It felt eerily quiet in the forest, and you began to worry King Eunther had caught on to your plan and was in the midst of attacking the city as you all stood here waiting for him. However, after another few tense minutes, the Lajoran party arrived, consisting of King Eunther, his most trusted advisor Sir Bavrard, and thirty or so additional knights on foot, far more than the agreed upon fifteen. You surveyed them as they formed a group behind Eunther. Most looked anxious, like they weren’t quite sure what they should do in the event they were told to act, others seemed outright bored, and they all appeared to be sorely lacking in food and armament. Just as Korenna had predicted, and just as you’d counted on for your plan to work.

“Sir Alfrey,” Eunther began, spotting Korenna’s biggest supporter on his horse beside her, “I should have known you’d be behind all this.”

Your friends remained silent, their expressions blank.

The king seemed slightly unnerved at the lack of response, and decided to try another tactic. “So, am I to believe you brought my daughter here as a gesture of good faith, an additional item to be returned to me in the terms of our... arrangement?”

Chan’s even tempered voice rang out. “She is not our prisoner; she came to us of her own free will.”

“And what of my younger daughter, Paige?”

“Don’t. Speak. Her name,” Korenna gritted out.

“Oh Korenna, you stupid girl; you’re the whole reason we’re in this unpleasant mess, so just stay quiet and let the men do the talking.”

You felt an angry coil rise in the pit of your stomach at his words, more resolved than ever to execute your plan and free Korenna from this abuse for good. Taking your stance, you kept your eyes trained on the Lajoran king.

“No, father. I will not stay quiet,” Korenna spoke again. It had been agreed she would do most of the talking; the more riled up the king became the more reckless he would be, and his daughter talking back to him seemed to do the trick perfectly.

Eunther opened his mouth to say something, but before he could speak, Korenna continued. “We did not ask you here today to sign a truce or give you any concessions to appease you. We came here to put an end to this feud and an end to your rule. You have irresponsibly and unjustly led our people, going so far as to torture and kill them when they do not agree with your machinations. It is my obligation to remove you from the throne for the sake of our kingdom. You will surrender to us now and I will walk our men off this battlefield and home to their families.”

You knew it would be your cue soon, your arm pulling back to anchor an arrow at the corner of your mouth.

“I think you can see my forces far outnumber yours at the moment,” the king said, gesturing to the knights behind him. “And sadly you seem to believe our people are as disloyal as you are, an unfortunate misjudgement. Why would I ever agree to your weak-minded, insolent little proposal?”

You let the arrow fly, and watched as it sailed just past Eunther, nicking his ear and drawing the tiniest drop of blood.

In the ensuing chaos caused by the seemingly rogue arrow, your team of knights rushed the Lajoran side, many of them laying down their weapons immediately in the face of the much healthier, much better armed Guan force. You looked to see Minho drag Bavrard out from where he was crouched under the legs of his horse, lest an arrow attempt to find him as its target. The other royals from your party remained safe in their position below and slightly to the left of your own. Satisfied, you notched another arrow.

King Eunther put his hand to his ear, feeling the cut, and rose his gaze to find you perched in the treetops above. “You missed.”

“I assure you,” you heard Chan say, “if she’d wanted it, you’d be dead.”

“I don’t want to kill you father,” came Korenna’s softer-edged voice. “But if your choice is not to surrender, well, I’m afraid you’ve forced my hand.”

The smug look finally left the king’s face, his eyes darting around to see his companions abandoning him. He got down from his horse, arms open wide in a begging posture mirroring his attitude that had shifted on a dime, hoping to win over his daughter with fake apologies and promises. Damn, you thought, this man really doesn’t have a principled bone in his body.

“Korenna, daughter, please don’t do this. I’m sure we can - “

An arrow landed in the grass between his feet. He’d taken one step too close for your liking.

“Sir Alfrey,” Korenna instructed, “please take my father into custody.”

The king blanched as the knight dismounted and stepped forward, a steady stream of curses leaving his lips.

“I will get my revenge on you, you impudent little girl! How do you think you will succeed in this plan of yours without me; you know nothing of running a kingdom! You should watch your back, dear daughter, for I will always be lurking; I swear to you, you will never be rid of me!”

“Actually, father,” Korenna said, riding past him on her striking white mare, “I already am.”

Reign | Kingdom of Lajor, present day

Standing outside the palace gates hand-in-hand with Paige, you couldn’t keep the smile off your face. You’d just exited the carriage that had carried King Bang, Chan, you, and the little princess back to her kingdom. Korenna’s coronation was happening today, and luckily Paige had recovered enough to travel just in time to make it for her sister’s momentous occasion.

After Korenna had successfully confronted her father, she had made her way to the waiting Lajoran army and proclaimed there would be no battle. They’d rejoiced and, unlike her father’s deluded assumption of the opposite, the kingdom had welcomed her as their ruler with open arms. You and the others had returned to announce the good news to your own citizens, and to Paige, who was ecstatic at her sister’s triumph. The last few days had been spent drafting amendments and additions to your trade agreements and foreign policy documents; with Korenna on the throne, Lajor and Gu’s relationship would transform from one of hostility to one of cooperation. In all the bustle, you’d somehow managed to avoid a confrontation with King Bang over your behavior at the war table that day, but you couldn’t help thinking it was only a matter of time before the other shoe dropped.

You were ushered inside, hundreds of people weaving in and out amongst the beautifully decorated corridors as you found your way to the throne room. You left the royals to take their seats at the front of the crowd while you went in search of your mother.

Many attendees from Gu, knights, servants, and citizens alike, had come to observe the ceremony, as a kind of display of support and camaraderie for your kingdom’s newly found ally. You found your mother along the left side wall in a relatively uncrowded spot and took your place to watch your friend as she approached the priest who would bestow upon her the title of Queen of Lajor.

Between the hum of the clergymen reciting holy texts and oaths, you heard your mother whisper, “She knows not the sacrifice she makes to hold this position.”

You thought back to every conversation you’d had with Korenna, how in each and every one she demonstrated a profound devotion to her kingdom and her people. “I think she does,” you responded.

“It must be daunting, knowing that responsibility sits on your shoulders from the very beginning.” She saw your gaze shift from Korenna to Chan, seated at the front of the room next to his father, looking proudly up at the princess.

“I can only imagine.”

She paused, then continued, “Do you think you could bear that burden?”

Your mother was well aware of your feelings for the prince, had been since you tearily confessed to her the night of your one and only kiss. So you knew what she meant. Knew the question she was really asking, the question you’d pondered yourself more times than you could count.

Would you sacrifice the relative freedom you enjoyed now, agree to be beholden to a people and their wellbeing, in order to be with Chris, the man you loved?

Surprised at this line of questioning though you were, you answered honestly. “If given the chance, I would bear it a hundred times over.”

Your attention was drawn back to the ceremony then, the priest announcing in a booming voice that Lajor had a new queen, Queen Korenna Dormio, first of her name.

The crowd erupted in applause, and you saw Paige dash up the dias steps to wrap her arms around her sister. You felt the presence of eyes on you and looked to see Chan, his head turned to smile at you in the crowd. You smiled back, and the answer you’d given your mother rang in your mind, as true as you’d ever felt it.

You would give anything for him.

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