#in their fated match; should it ever come to pass

[dlartistanon]

Fellas is it gay to top the Radiant Knight

#arknights #degenbrecher #nearl #dlarts #the question isn't 'who would win' #(it's the people watching) #the dynamic is an eclectic mix of respect and degen wanting to be the one to knock her down #in their fated match; should it ever come to pass #also degen has like 25 years of combat experience... that's as long as nearl's been alive;; whew

[deepdarkdelights]

As You Wish | Yoongi x Reader

Pairing: Werewolf Yoongi x Reader

Word Count: 21k

Warnings: 18+, Spice but no Smut, Yandere, Obsession, Fear, Non-Consensual Kissing, Grieving, Passive Suicidality, MC experiences major depression, Non-Consensual Touching, Breaking and Entering, Stalking, Depictions of Gore, Blood, Technically Cannibalism? Loss of Spouse, Loss of Child, Forced Found Family, Hunting, Mass Death, Attempted Burning and the stake, MC is hit by a man (not Yoongi)

I do not condone the acts displayed in this story nor do I believe any members of BTS would actually engage in this type of behavior. This is simply written for entertainment purposes and should not be taken as a reflection of my own values, opinions, or morals. 

Preview: You couldn’t even scream when the door was ripped from its hinges, the beast breaking through it like it was wet parchment. You were petrified in place, hyperventilating and trembling at the sight of it. 

It was a giant wolf. It was covered from head to toe in midnight black fur although there were spots that seemed thinner than others that were littered in scars - slashes and bite wounds from what you could only imagine were others of its kind. It was larger than a horse with a head so huge it could bite your own clean off in one impressive snap. And then there were the eyes. They were glowing an ice cold silver in the dark with a glare that felt sharp enough to slice through you while a gnarled scar marred the fur and skin of its right eye.

A/N: I’m exhausted and grad school sucks but I really wanted to get this out for your guys. I hope you enjoy it, I spent way more time on it than I wanted to. I really thought it was only going to be 8k yet here we are…21k. Anyway, I miss all of you - sorry this is so long lol, this is SUPER UNEDITED. As usual, I can’t wait to see you in my inbox and comments, I love you and hope you enjoy 

The sweet scent of flowers greeted your nose as you cracked open the window for the first time in months. 

Despite the warmth of sunshine and the bright green strokes of grass outside, it very well could have still been winter. It felt as if no time had passed since that fateful day. In your heart, winter still raged on. There were gnarled, ice-coated branches there and a torrent of never-ending snow. It had frozen over since then. 

You carried this sense of numbness you had never thought you would be capable of, it was as if your very soul had been corroded by frostbite. Any love or passion or warmth had been snuffed out like a match in the dark. 

That was the thing about grief, it could change a person into something that was beyond recognition. And your grief was immeasurable. 

When you got married, you never imagined your husband would die within the first year. 

It truly had been a cruel winter that year. The two of you were making do with what food you had. He had always been so smart, planning out what you could have each day so that it would last until spring. The only problem was the fire wood. No one could have anticipated how cold it was going to be and if you hadn’t burned as much kindling as you did you were certain you would have frozen to death. 

You could still remember that gentle look he had given you before he left. The soft touch of his fingers to your cheek, the gentle kiss he left you with. He still had every ounce of charm he had had as a boy. He had always been kind and sweet to you. He was the gentlest man you had ever known. That was why his death hurt even more. 

You had been worried the minute he left, but as minutes bled into hours and the winter sun quickly disappeared behind the mountains you were frightened to the bone. He had only an ax and a knife with him. He brought no food and no more clothing than what was on his back. He was planning on making a short trip and if he didn’t come back right away the chances of him surviving the night were slim to none. 

His body was found the next day. 

Honestly, you didn’t remember that day all too well. Everything was a blur, you could faintly remember hearing the voices of a few men from the village, the feeling of your raw throat after screaming senselessly, and the surplus of food and supplies that were sent your way with small slips of paper that read: “Our condolences.” 

They wouldn’t let you see his body and that was something you would never forgive them for. You didn’t care how bad it was, you wanted to see him with your own eyes and you were never afforded that closure. But you had heard enough from hushed whispers outside. 

“Pieces,” they had said. 

He had been mauled to pieces. They couldn’t even find all of him and what was left of him had huge teeth marks raked through flesh. It was an animal attack. Just like you and your husband, they were hungry. 

And now you were all alone. You were a pariah, one that people pitied, but a pariah nonetheless. You would never be able to marry again, not that you wanted to, but no one would want a widow as their wife. That was the way of things, you were meant to live out the rest of your days in solitude. Nothing more than a sad story mother’s would tell their children as you passed through the markets in silence. Your story would become a warning for children not to wander off into the woods. Your tragedy would become a lesson. 

The only lesson that you had learned was that love meant pain. You had given yourself to someone entirely, and when they had parted from you, you were left with nothing. That was the danger of love, losing yourself. 

After months of wishing you had followed him out of this world, you were hit with the sudden clarity that you were being selfish. He had left to try and save the both of you, but here you were wasting the life he had given you. He had sacrificed himself in order for you to keep living for the both of you. 

Choosing to live was so much harder than choosing to die. 

You shoved those horrendous thoughts to the back of your mind as you traveled through your small cottage, prying open every stiff window that you passed by. Living meant starting with the little things, like getting your home in order. It didn’t feel the same without him, but at least now that it was warmer out you wouldn’t have to stay inside and constantly be reminded of his absence. 

You stripped your bed, gathered up the used linens, and scooped up piles of worn clothes from the floor before depositing them in the basket. You were distracting yourself, that much you were certain of. But any distraction was welcome, you couldn’t bear the silence filled thoughts of him any longer. 

You heaved the basket up onto your hip and made for the door, pausing as you were faced with the blooming greenery beyond the threshold. The breeze was cool, the air was fresh. The world was starting over once again, why was it so hard for you? 

You shook the troubling thought from your head, squared your shoulders, and took a deep breath. You could at least try. And so, you stepped outside for the first time in months and faced the world. It was almost like nothing changed. The birds still chirped, the insects sang, and the rush of the river called from a distance. 

That was the other thing about grief. While it felt like your world ended, in reality, it still rushed onward. 

The soft grass sunk beneath your feet and sprung back to life as you walked, your body tense as you approached the forest. You weren’t going in too far, it was just the edge where the trees were still spread out and not too thick. You just needed to get to the river. But you couldn’t deny the sense of paranoia that was set in your bones. This was where he died, where he was mauled and consumed by whatever inhabited the forest. It would make sense that whatever animal that had ended his life was still prowling in the shadows, waiting for its next meal. 

“Stop it,” You snapped at yourself, your voice hoarse from lack of use and louder in the soft sounds of nature. 

You weren’t going far, you were going to be safe. There was no reason to be so anxious when you wouldn’t be putting yourself in danger. You weren’t walking into the lion's den, you were doing laundry. 

Despite your scolding, you still snapped your head in every direction when you finally reached the river. You were unsettled by every little noise, hyper aware of everything that was going on around you. For a task that was so mundane, you felt so on edge. 

The rush of icy water against your hands was enough to help you focus on the task at hand. The river had finally unfrozen. While your husband and yourself frequently bathed in the river during the warmer months, you had no plans on doing that anytime soon lest you be chilled to the bone and catch your death. Maybe when you were younger you would have risked it all for a moment of fun. But you were older now, matured by time and tragedy. It was harder to have fun now. 

You threw the shirt you were washing on a rock beside you, the force of the toss resulting in a loud, wet slap. Your body bent forward under an oppressive imaginary weight as your icy fingers braced your face, a frustrated sigh leaving your lips causing your body to sink even further. 

Living for two people was going to be even harder than you thought. Even these simple, menial tasks felt exhausting. It had been a miracle you had been able to drag yourself out of bed, that you had made it outside, that you had even journeyed to the river. But those things should be easy, so why did they feel so hard? 

You felt weak.

Useless. 

Helpless. 

You couldn’t help but think had the roles been reversed, he would have been stronger than you. He would have mourned but he would have been able to survive. He would have been able to find another wife, he would have had the children he always wanted, and he could have been happy. It was hard to not feel like it should have been you, like you were just wasting the life he had given you. It was hard to not crumble beneath the crashing waves of grief that eroded your resolve. 

It was too hard. 

A high pitched whimper broke you out of your spiraling thoughts, your hands dropping to your lap and your head snapping to attention. You held your breath and pursed your lips, listening closely to try and hear the sound again. 

And there it was again. Although this time it was much louder and much longer. It sounded like something was in pain. And your curiosity got the better of you. 

You shifted your basket to the side and stood, gathering your skirts in one hand as you carefully lept from stone to stone as you crossed the river. Your heart raced as you slipped once then twice, the stones slick from the rushing water, but the cries were becoming louder and closer and you felt as if you had no other choice but to find out what they were coming from. 

Once you crossed the river, you moved slowly through the grass so as to not startle whatever it was that was frightened. Every now and then you would pause and hold your breath, listening intently for the creature's cries before following them once more. You could just barely make out the shape of the animal, its body concealed by a thick underbrush of branches, leaves, and thorns. 

You dropped down to your knees with abandon and blindly reached into the shrubbery. The cries were much louder now as the creature was startled by your invading hands. Thorns raked through your flesh as you grabbed hold of the small furry body and pulled, trying your hardest to gently remove the little animal. A loud cry made you stop, halting all of your progress. It looked like it was tangled up in something. 

You quickly moved on to your second plan and softly placed the animal back down before grabbing thorn laced branches and snapping them with your bare hands. You hissed in pain as blood beaded up from the small cuts that now decorated your palms. You couldn’t fathom where this sudden rush of determination came from or why you felt like you so desperately needed to do this. That same rush that came over you to find the animal was present and even stronger with the desire to free it. You felt it on some deeper level, that you just couldn’t leave it behind. 

There was a generous pile of branches beside you now and you could very clearly see what you were dealing with. It looked like a puppy. It was very small with soft chocolate brown fur, a short nose, and the cutest pointed ears. Its big brown eyes were welled up with tears, its tail tucked between its legs, and its entire body shook in fright. 

Your horror stricken gasp was muffled as you involuntarily covered your mouth in surprise. The poor pup was tangled up in a snare. The wire was cinched tightly around its hind leg, chest, and foreleg, cutting in so tightly that blood was visible on the metal. The poor thing had run right into the trap and was stuck. You could only hope that it wasn’t intended for the puppy, that it had run into some hunter’s trap purely by accident. 

Your already lacerated hands went straight back to work trying as you attempted to untangle the snare as gently as you could. You hissed as it sliced your palms but paused only a moment to wipe the blood off on your pinafore before continuing your work. By the time you had finally managed to undo the trap, beads of sweat clung to your neck and the sun had moved a decent way across the sky. 

“There you go,” You murmured, “you’re free.” 

The puppy, although now free, didn’t move. Its deep brown eyes stared up at you as it continued to whine, its entire body still shaking with unadulterated fright. 

“Can you walk?” You asked, sitting back on your calves to get a better look at the animal.

You were shocked when it responded, in a way. The puppy attempted to stand and then walk, but it only made it two steps with a clear limp before it collapsed flat on its belly with a yipe. 

“Of course you can’t, I’m sorry,” You cooed as you reached out. Your hand paused in midair, hesitating before trying to touch the puppy. It was probably a wild dog, so it was not a good idea to go touching an animal that very well could bite you, no matter how cute it was. 

The puppy, as if it had read your mind, answered for you by leaning forward and sniffing your fingers with a cold, wet nose, before lapping at them with its little tongue. It was like any other puppy then, it wasn’t aggressive yet. 

You chewed your lip in thought as you watched the pup. It wasn’t a good idea to take in stray animals, but it was injured and leaving it in the forest would be like ringing a dinner bell for all the predators in the area. All of the blood the pup and yourself had shed was certainly not helping. And then there was the crippling loneliness of your cottage. A dog would be good for that. It would be something to share the space with, something to break up the cacophonous silence. And, when it grows older, it would be good for protection as well. The benefits outweigh the negatives you selfishly refused to think of. 

With the pup’s approval, you lifted it up and cradled it into your side much like a mother would her child. You giggled in delight from the feeling of a wet nose burrowing its way into your shoulder and neck, sniffing the cloth of your dress and your skin like it was trying to become accustomed to you. 

You crossed the river even slower now on your way back, very aware of the precious animal you were protecting. When you stopped at the river bank, you gathered your abandoned laundry and placed the puppy in the basket. You didn’t really care about the dirt, grass, and blood that would inevitably stain the fabrics - afterall, they still needed to be cleaned and you had much more pressing issues to attend to. 

You walked back with a sudden urgency in your steps, a small trill of excitement buzzing in your being. After months of isolation and misery, something so small had brought you joy, something that had been unimaginable a few hours before. 

The pup was much calmer now, softly panting instead of crying as it laid in your basket of sheets, eyeing the world that passed by as you brought the two of you back to your cottage. When you made it inside, you shut the bottom half of the door, leaving the top half open to allow fresh air in without the risk of the pup wandering out and falling down the stone steps. When you placed the basket on the ground it nosed at the sheets for a moment before limping out of the basket. 

“No, no, no, stay right there,” You chided, gently scooting it back into the sheets, “you’ll hurt yourself worse if you do that.” 

You stayed a moment, locking eyes with the pup to ensure that it would stay and understand. When you were certain that it was calmed you finally turned your back and headed into the kitchen. You rummaged through the cabinets, searching for the healing salves and creams you knew had been there months before along with the strips of makeshift bandages. 

Within mere moments of turning your back on the puppy you were alerted once more by its cries. It had tried following you again but was now laying in a heap on the floor, tangled up in the sheet and crying from the pressure it applied on its wounds. 

You dropped the bandages and rushed to the pup, cooing as you picked it up and cradled it against your chest. The little thing was an escape artist, that was certain. 

You let out a deep sigh as an uncomfortable thought brewed in your mind. It was the only option that you could think of, even though it was terribly unpleasant. Before you could dwell too much you headed towards the back of the cottage where a single door was fixed into the frame. It stuck at your first pull but relented on the second, the hinges creaking in defeat as you entered the room. 

Any furniture that was in the room was coated with a thin layer of dust having gone undisturbed for months. That old wound in your heart was bleeding around the edges now, the pain of avoided thoughts bubbling back up to the surface. 

There was a crib against the far wall of the bedroom. 

You swiftly moved to the back of the room and gently placed the pup inside the crib. The sides were high enough that the injured dog would be unable to climb over and you were confident that this was the safest place for the poor thing. 

But even that knowledge couldn’t stop tears from pricking at the corner of your eyes as your hands subconsciously cradled your belly. Your pregnancy had been short lived. Losing your husband had been the catalyst to losing your child, but you couldn’t help but blame yourself. Even though the midwife had promised you it wasn’t your fault you couldn’t see how that could be true. If you had been stronger, if you had taken better care of yourself, you would have been able to save that last piece of him. 

If you hadn’t been pregnant, maybe things would have been different. Your husband would have stayed and you would have figured out how to make it through the rest of the winter. But you had been pregnant, he had left to find more resources because of that, and even though he sacrificed his life for you and your unborn child you hadn’t been able to save them. 

You couldn’t see how any of this wasn’t your fault when you were at the center of it all. 

The feeling of cool tears rolling down your cheeks shocked you back to reality. You weakly wiped the tears away, sniffed, and shook your head. You needed to clean yourself and the pup up, you had priorities. 

You rushed around the cottage, busying yourself with what needed to be done. You ran to the water pump and wet some rags, retrieved the salves and bandages, and grabbed a bowl of poultry meat for the dog. This was a welcome distraction. 

You were greeted by excited, squeaky barks when you returned to the abandoned nursery. The pup eagerly paced back and forth, its little tail wagging so hard its entire backside wiggled. You let out a gentle giggle before releasing it from the crib and sitting the two of you on the floor, pulling the pup into your lap and distracting it with a strip of meat while you assessed its injuries once more. 

You blinked once and then twice in confusion. You could have sworn the wounds had been much worse not more than half an hour ago. The slashes were still bloody and in need of tending to, but they were not the deep, gnarled gashes that had once needed stitching. You were either still out of your mind or this animal had the fastest healing time you had ever seen. 

It was much easier to believe that your mind was failing you. And so, you got to cleaning and wrapping the wounds. The pup was surprisingly well behaved, only whimpering every now and then as you touched a tender spot but it didn’t jerk away and did its best to stay still as it ate. The more time you spent with it, the more you realized it was much smarter and more aware than you had once thought. Everything about the little creature seemed eerily human when you thought about it too much. It was better to not think about it too hard. 

Trapped in your own mind, you hadn’t realized that you had finished your work. Not until you felt the gentle lap of a little tongue against the wounds that decorated your palms, jolting you back into the real world. 

You pulled your hands away with a pained hiss before reprimanding the puppy, “No, no, no, I don’t know where that mouth of yours has been. The last thing we need is an infection.”

The puppy whined in earnest and nosed at your palm once more before you pulled your hands away again and scooped the little thing back up into your arms. This way, it wouldn’t be able to mess with the cuts. 

After you tended to your palms, applying salve and wrapping them securely, you couldn’t help but notice the odd tingling you felt emanating from them. It was warm and fuzzy and completely unexplainable - your salves had never caused that sensation before. 

As time passed and the sun crossed over the sky before dipping beneath the horizon, the feeling became stronger until it was a pulse-like thrum causing your hands to tremble before steadily declining until it was nothing more than a memory. And an odd one at that. 

It was when you began to turn in for the night, that everything fell apart. 

You didn’t notice that the crickets had fallen silent nor that the wildlife of the forest had completely disappeared. You hadn’t noticed the hollow ringing that came from the wind slipping between the trees. It was the calm before the storm, and you had no idea what was coming. 

The candlelight was dim, casting soft ochre colored shadows over the wood and stone of the cottage. The puppy slept soundly in your arms. Everything was calm. 

That was of course until a howl fractured the peace. It was so loud you could have sworn you felt the floorboards shake as a rush of fright went down your spine. The soft lull of sleep was suddenly long forgotten. 

The pup in your arms stirred at the noise, its ears perking up and its head frozen in place as it recognized the sound. It was on high alert. It knew what was out there. 

You shakily stood and approached the door, the top portion of it still unlatched and swung outward.  Outside of the lamp affixed to the stone above the door, the forest was pitch black. You could barely make out the twisted shape of the trees and the brooke that had once been in sight was obscured. But, what was even stranger, was that you were certain that the shadows were moving. 

You tilted your head to the side, squinting your eyes as you tried to make out what exactly you were looking at. And then, it was close enough that the light bounced off of it and you were met with the horrifying sight of a set of bright silver eyes staring back at you from the dark. 

You were frozen in an instant. But once you realized those eyes were steadily coming closer with a hulking form attached, you acted on instinct, slamming the door shut and latching it closed. You could only hope that the door would hold against whatever that thing was. 

Your chest rose and fell with heavy pants as you became more and more unsettled. Why was it so quiet? Why couldn’t you hear something so big moving? Where was it? What direction was it coming from? Your back met the wall and your weak knees had you sliding down to the ground. 

Your entire body was shaking in pure terror. There was something out there, something massive and monstrous. You held the pup in your arms tighter, bringing it to your chest for comfort as well as protection. 

You yelped as a loud bang popped the eerie silence. Whatever it was, it was slamming its body alongside the cottage. But it wasn’t doing it mindlessly, like it thought it could break through the walls. It was purposeful, it was an attempt to frighten you and determine where you were. It was smart. 

You curled into yourself as it came closer. You could hear heavy, sharp pants in between the vicious snarls that it was making. It sounded wild, primal, and predatory. It was hunting. 

The pup in your arms began whining and wriggling around as it tried to escape your grasp and all it was doing for you was frightening you even more. All it was doing was making more noise, drawing more attention to itself. And you knew it had, the creature outside had gone silent. It was listening. 

And then chaos unraveled in seconds. 

You couldn’t even scream when the door was ripped from its hinges, the beast breaking through it like it was wet parchment. You were petrified in place, hyperventilating and trembling at the sight of it. 

It was a giant wolf. It was covered from head to toe in midnight black fur although there were spots that seemed thinner than others that were littered in scars - slashes and bite wounds from what you could only imagine were others of its kind. It was larger than a horse with a head so huge it could bite your own clean off in one impressive snap. And then there were the eyes. They were glowing an ice cold silver in the dark with a glare that felt sharp enough to slice through you while a gnarled scar marred the fur and skin of its right eye. 

Your body slowly began to slump to the ground, falling weak before the wolf. You looked like the perfect prey, like a rabbit that was so frightened its own heart had stopped. It seemed that the wolf thought similarly. It approached you slowly like it was still on the prowl as angry snarls left its gaping maw. You could feel your blood run cold as you caught sight of its enormous teeth, each one long enough that they could be made into daggers. Whatever this creature was, it was no mere wolf, it was something else entirely. 

Your hold on the pup was weakened as your chest and forehead met the ground, bending beneath the invisible weight of the wolf’s presence. From beneath the cover of your hair you could make out its large paws and hooked nails mere inches away from you. It was so close now that you could feel puffs of its hot breath disturb your hair and ghost over your neck. You were breaths away from death. 

You couldn’t decide if you wanted to flee or embrace it as you had once desired. 

A soft whimper involuntarily escaped you as you waited, feeling the tip of its nose brush over your head as its snarls grew louder. A sudden loud yapping broke the tension. 

The pup was frantically barking at the wolf and lunging at it in a playful manner all the while standing in front of you like it was trying to protect you. The sight would have been comical had you not been on the brink of passing out. This tiny puppy was fiercely defending you against this monster. 

And, to your surprise, it was working. 

Once you gained the courage to raise your head you were met with the sight of the wolf’s intense gaze trained on the puppy. More specifically, its gaze was trained on the bandages covering its wounds. The wolf looked back at you, its hauntingly silver eyes making you flinch. It continued to stare at you for a long moment like it was contemplating something, that of which you were unaware of. But then its gaze hardened and its predatory stance relaxed. It had made its decision. 

Without another snarl or howl it nipped the pup by its scruff and began to carry it out of the cottage. It stopped for a moment once it had successfully squeezed out of the broken door frame and looked back at you, this too was a look that you were unable to decipher. It gave you a slow blink and then turned, carrying the pup back to the forest and disappearing into the darkness. 

It was in that moment that you finally realized that it had not been a dog you had rescued, but that wolf’s pup. 

And with that realization you completely collapsed to the floor and were dragged into a dark, dreamless, restless sleep. 

~~~~~~~

Yoongi had come to realize that there wasn’t much that you could do to discipline a two year old, especially a two year old that was a shifter. 

His daughter, Binna, had little control over her form and had a knack for slipping away and getting into trouble. That was something he could blame on his other pack members, specifically the youngest three. 

He huffed out a sigh as he carefully extracted twigs and leaves from her messy hair, flinging them back into the underbrush. She was the very definition of a wild child. And while it wasn’t uncommon for pups her age to be curious and adventurous, it was uncommon that she so readily welcomed and followed humans. 

Humans were dangerous, that was something he had tried his best to get her to understand but she simply couldn’t. She was too young to understand how they could hunt her and hurt her, far too young to realize what that meant, and far too young to understand that it was a human that had taken her mother away from them. 

Then again, she hadn’t known her mother all too well. That was evidenced by her clinging to any female shifter she had found and babbling out “mama” to the wrong mothers. She knew her mother was missing, but she couldn’t match the face to the name. He couldn’t really blame her all that much. Her mother had been amongst the best hunters and was oftentimes absent as she hunted for the pack’s survival. Yoongi was a defender, he was there to ensure the safety of everyone that resided within their territory. He was at the front lines. And because of that, his wife was often gone and he was almost always home. To his daughter, her mother was a faceless being. 

“Let me see,” He demanded firmly, trying to unwind the bandages that were already slipping from her skin. 

She nipped at his fingers playfully, her serrated canines gleaming as she giggled. Yoongi tried his best to suppress his smile, he was supposed to be upset with her. He sighed once more and grabbed the edge of the bandage and began to unwind it. 

“No,” She cried in a drawn out whine, “Mama gave me! Mama gave me!” 

Yoongi froze, startled as he registered her fractured speech. She thought that human in the cottage was her mother. 

He could see why she would think that, you had taken care of her after all. From what he had seen from the wounds he knew they came from a hunter's trap, snares made from silver that were so small they had clearly been designed for pups as no adult shifter would ever be able to be caught in that small a snare. It was clear that you had rescued his daughter and taken care of her in his absence. 

And for some reason, Yoongi could only press his lips together in a firm line and failed to correct his daughter. At the end of the day, she wasn’t necessarily wrong. 

Yoongi knew you.

He had known you for a while now. He had watched you the day you and your husband had moved in. The two of you had chosen a location that was incredibly close to their territory and so he scouted you out for days to ensure that you wouldn’t stumble too far from your home, to ensure that you weren’t a threat. 

He had thought you two were safe, and that was his biggest mistake. 

Yoongi would not say that he was enamored with you, but he was definitely interested in you. He had gone his entire life knowing to never trust a human, but as he observed he couldn’t help but be enthralled by your little human quirks. 

You were so blissfully unaware of his presence as he silently stalked you. Your husband, like his wife, was often gone during the day and you were left to amuse yourself. For someone of your age, you had this odd youthful aura about you. He would watch as you would jump into the brooke, spinning around and splashing with abandon not unlike his child would. 

That version of you that he knew though, that was long gone. Loss has aged you, hardened you. Even though you were completely ensnared by fright he could see the hollowness in your eyes when he had ripped your door from its hinges. 

The both of you had been irreparably changed by loss. 

And then there was the other problem. He was indebted to you and you were now in his care. While he refused to acknowledge any attachment he felt for you, he couldn’t deny the attraction. It was incredibly wrong considering his own disdain for humans, but he couldn’t help himself. There was something else there, this odd discomfort in his chest that demanded to be felt, a sour feeling in his stomach at the thought of your frightened face. 

This was not good. 

Contrary to popular belief, wolves do not mate for life. And as a shifter that was even more true. While many chose to bond to one another, it was not horribly uncommon to find a new mate if one were to leave or die. And, very rarely, there were intense bonds that made it so that you did mate for life. In the case of his wife, it was not that type of bond. Of course he was hurt, of course he missed her, but it was not the debilitating grief that you experienced. It was natural for his kind, evolutionary even.  

The attachment, this bond he felt for you paired with his daughter’s stubborn belief that you could be her mother made him make a decision far faster than he should have. 

You lost a husband, he lost a wife. An even trade. Why could you not fill those roles for each other? 

~~~~~~~

The following days were ones where you lived in a state of fright and confusion. 

When you awoke the next morning you were greeted by the feeling of the floor against your cheek and a stiff ache in your joints. Apparently, you had spent the night collapsed on the floor. 

When you finally mustered up the strength to stand there were several things that were brought to your attention. Firstly, that there was now a gaping hole in the wall from where your door had once stood. Secondly, the events that occurred the night before had not been a grief conjured hallucination. And thirdly, the pain in your hands had completely disappeared. 

Upon unwinding the bandages you were met with completely closed wounds and thin scars that looked years old. Your suspicions had been proven correct, that wolf and its pup were certainly not just animals not with the way a few stray licks had healed your palms. Your fingers trembled in fright at the realization before you grabbed another roll of bandages and wrapped them tightly in a panic. 

Out of sight, out of mind. 

You followed the same thought as you gathered up sheets, a cord, and pins with the intention to cover up the missing door to your cottage. 

Out of sight, out of mind. 

Unfortunately, that was not possible for you. Before you could even attempt to hang the sheets you were frozen in place a foot away from what was once the threshold. On the cobblestone porch was a carcass. You stared at it, dumb in shock as you tried to understand what you were looking at. It wasn’t a complete animal, it had been skinned and cleaned and left on your porch laying out on a thick piece of brown paper packaging. At first, you considered the possibility that it was another mourning gift from one of your neighbors in town but that was very quickly debunked. For one, they typically cooked the meat or met you at the door. And secondly, there were clear claw marks in the bone and large tooth impressions left behind. You had a sick feeling that you knew where this came from. But it didn’t make any sense, no wolf could clean a carcass like this - this was work done by human hands. 

Despite your conclusion, when you raised your head you were once more greeted by the sight of the wolf. He was much closer than he had been the first time you saw him the night before. He laid right by the end of the treeline - half of his body submerged in shade and the other half bathing in the golden glow of the early morning light. Those silver eyes were watching you intently, waiting to see what you would do next. 

That only confirmed your suspicions, he had brought it for you. It was a peace offering of sorts, a truce. In spite of that knowledge your hands still trembled when you grabbed a corner of the parchment and dragged the carcass past the threshold. The wolf’s alert and tense body almost immediately relaxed. It was like it was relieved. 

It stared after you for a moment longer, gave you a slow blink, and then rose and melted back into the forest - vanishing as if it hadn’t even been there in the first place. 

And so you hung your sheet, peeled the flesh from the bone of the carcass, and disposed of the remains. 

Out of sight, out of mind. 

~~~~~~~

When you woke the next day, the makeshift curtain was pulled to the side and wrapped around a bent hinge that was still mounted to the wall. Another thing you were certain wolves were incapable of. 

And there, on the stoop, laid a pile of wild berries and fruit on a small, clean cloth. And, not far away, the wolf was there once more. Although this time it was much closer, so close in fact that you could visibly make out the twisted scar around its eye. It was laying down, much like a dog would, with its large head raised in alert. Those silver eyes flicked slowly from the present and back to you three times, a clear signal that it was waiting for you to take them. It only relaxed when you brought them inside just like the day before. 

This pattern between the two of you persisted for several days to follow. And, no matter how you tried to forget what had happened that night, this creature was making it virtually impossible. It was ironic how you had once longed for company and were willing to settle for it from a dog but now that you had someone, well something, watching over you you were incredibly unnerved by the ordeal. But you couldn’t exactly shoo the hulking creature away. 

And so each day passed and more presents followed. One day it was bunches of wildflowers, another it was game of varying sizes, and another was a thick pelt that had been handcrafted into a blanket for the cold spring nights. You didn’t know how to exactly decline a gift from a mythical creature. Wouldn’t there be horrible repercussions for that? 

The urgency to put a stop to this odd arrangement became even more apparent when a gold pendant was left at your door and the wolf had crept so close that it was less than fifteen feet away. It was beginning to make your home its territory and now it was somehow stealing items you had only dreamed of affording when you were young. It was all too much. 

You wound the chain of the pendant around your fingers as you hesitantly crept down the stone steps. The creature perked up in interest, elevating its head again as you slowly approached it, your body shaking in fright in spite of your attempts to school yourself into a false confidence. 

“I-” You paused to clear your throat, “I can’t accept this. You’ve done more than enough for me, you’re forgiven.” 

It only cocked its head to the side in response. You were just a crazy woman talking to an animal, weren’t you?

“Here, take it,” You tried again, reaching out your palm to it as the chain caught the sun and glistened in the morning light. 

It was looking at you like you were dumb. 

“Fine,” You sighed, “I’ll just leave it here then and you can take it back to wherever you got it from.” 

You lightly tossed it onto the grass and turned your back on the creature before briskly walking back to your cottage. And, despite the haste in which you walked, you were no match for the massive wolf. 

A startled shriek left your lips as you felt a large, warm body bump against your side and thick fur rub up against your skin. Another shriek was forced past your lips when its tail wacked you on the backside like it had a mind of its own. 

Gold glinted in its teeth before the pendant was unceremoniously dropped on your stone steps, the placement much more haphazard than it had been that morning.

If this had happened a few days before, you were certain you would have been more frightened, but now your patience was far too thin and you were in desperate need for your privacy and a sense of normalcy. 

“If you’re going to keep bringing me things, at least let them be useful! Like a door, for instance. You know, that thing you ripped off of my home!” 

The wolf huffed in what almost sounded like an amused chuckle before rising and stalking towards you, crowding you up against the side of the cottage. Your heart pounded as you realized you had made a grave error, you were not the one in charge here. 

You clenched your eyes shut as you felt a warm puff of air over your face and a wet nose prod your cheek. You shook as you remembered the creature's giant fangs and huge body. You were certain now that it was going to eat you now that you had denied it, these were the repercussions that you feared.

What you hadn’t anticipated though, was the feeling of it pressing its head on top of yours and whining like an overgrown puppy. It was acting like you had hurt its feelings. You hesitantly cracked an eye open only to see this huge, scarred, wolf nuzzling your head and then your hands like it was begging for affection. 

A surprised laugh came straight from your chest as you shakily began to pet the wolf. The wolf that had previously been ready to kill you after you had accidentally kidnapped its child. 

“Alright, alright, cut it out!” You squealed, laughing hysterically as it began to lick you. You quickly froze when you realized that that was the first time you had laughed in months. It was the first time you had laughed since your husband had died. 

You gently pushed against the wolf’s large head as you side stepped around it, a frown now tugging down the corners of your mouth. It felt so wrong to be happy. 

Your companion noticed your swift shift in behavior. It ducked its head down and nosed at your back not all that gently as you stumbled forward. 

“Don’t you have a child you need to get back to?” You hissed, a sudden wave of irritation rushing over you. 

This wasn’t all that uncommon for you. The rapid changes in your emotions. It was easy to feel joy wither away to apathy, to frustration, to anger. Oftentimes you felt like you had no control over how you felt and it left you grasping at straws as you tried to hold yourself together. It was just so hard. 

“Go on, go home,” You sighed, flicking your hand in the general direction of the trees, “I don’t doubt that you’ll be back tomorrow anyways.” 

The wolf stared at you again, as it tended to, before purposefully bumping its large body against you once more and making for the forest. It hesitated for a moment, looking back over its shoulder to give you one last look, and then it was gone again. 

That was what you wanted, wasn't it? But if that were true then why did you hate the loneliness that you were left with so much? 

~~~~~~~

That morning, early in the morning, you were awoken by the sound of a hacksaw. 

For a brief moment, in the hazy grasp of sleep, you allowed yourself to settle back down when you realized it was just your husband getting an early start on the daily chores. 

But your husband was dead. 

With that sobering thought you jolted fully awake, gripping your blanket tightly in your hands and pulling it up over your mouth as you struggled to control your breathing. Your neighbors were out of the way and they rarely came to visit anymore outside of the kind supply drops they had provided you with throughout the rest of the winter. So, if it wasn’t them, then who was it? 

You rose and with the blanket still wrapped around you, you made for the door as quietly as you could. Once again, the curtain was pulled and fixed to the side like it usually was whenever your companion came to visit you. But the person that stood outside, mere steps away, was very clearly not the massive wolf you had come to know. 

You could only see him from the back, but he was very clearly a man. He was a decent height with longer, thick, raven hair that began to curl at the ends. From what you could see of him, you could make out stretches of porcelain skin. He was wearing a loose fit white top and he had rolled the sleeves up past his elbows exposing pale forearms with impressive veins and hands that looked like they had been carved from marble. 

Your cheeks grew warm as you realized you were spending far too much time appreciating his appearance rather than worrying about what this stranger's intentions with you and your home were. “What are you doing here?”

The man continued his work, sawing at the wood until the cut was complete before he responded. You then realized that he had been very aware of your presence the entire time, he had not been startled at all. 

“You asked for a door, did you not?” He replied, sarcasm tainting his words, as he brushed the sawdust from his hands and turned to look at you. 

His face was just as lovely as the rest of him. Dark brows, doll-like lips, and deep brown eyes that had the gentlest slope to them. He was beautiful, that was undeniable. 

But what was most apparent and most worrying, was the long scar that ran over his right eye. A scar that you had most definitely seen before. Your body stumbled backwards on instinct, trying its hardest to create more distance between the two of you. 

The man raised an eyebrow, a look of pure amusement etched into his features, “You weren’t afraid of me yesterday but you are now? You are a confusing little human, you know that?”

“You - that’s, that’s not possible!” You gasped, tightening your hold on your blanket. “What you’re insinuating is not possible!” 

He chuckled to himself, leaning his weight back on his hands as he dropped his chin down, “You want me to prove it to you? I could if you really wanted me to, I do like these clothes though so I’ll only do it if you give me a reason.” 

The thought of watching this man, creature, wolf, whatever he was burst out of his flesh and take on a different form was horrifying enough that you were certain you would faint at the very sight. Already you were shaken by the thought of this being possible, you didn’t know if you would be able to handle the sight. Not to mention that subtle innuendo that whenever he decided to take the form of a man again he would be as bare as the day he was born. It was all too much. 

“Please don’t!” You cried, “Don’t do that!”

“As you wish,” He nodded with a teasing smile as he turned back to the door in progress. “Perhaps some other time.”

“What is it exactly that you want from me, if you are who you say you are?” You asked. 

“I am responsible for you.” He said with a shrug, picking up the saw once more and continuing his work as if what he said made any sense at all. 

“No, you are not. No one is responsible for me, you owe me nothing.”

“I don’t? I would think I at least owe you a door, that is what you said after all, remember?” 

Heat rushed to your face in pure frustration and embarrassment. He was just as infuriating and insufferable as he was when he was an overgrown dog…that is of course if you were truly willing to believe in that sort of thing.  But how else could he have known about your request for the door? Why else would he believe he was responsible for you had you not saved his child’s life? Unless he were some creepy, stalking stranger, he would have no knowledge of these events. This man was the very thing your town hunted and was frightened of. 

“Just the door then? That’s all? You will leave after you’ve finished it and your debt will be repaid. You will leave me alone?” You asked. 

He paused for a moment, a confused expression taking over his face. He looked at you as if he realized he couldn’t comprehend what you were asking of him. “You confuse me.”

“I confuse you?” You laughed, “I woke up this morning to a strange man outside my home claiming to be something that up until this morning I didn’t believe in, who claims he is responsible for me and owes me when all I want is peace and privacy!”

“That, that confuses me.” He admitted. 

“What?!” You cried in exasperation. 

“How can someone who so clearly hates being alone also want to keep it that way?”

You wrapped your blanket around yourself tighter, as if that would somehow shield you from the sudden sense of exposure that washed over you. You were feeling vulnerable. You were feeling seen. 

“You humans are social creatures, not unlike my kind, yet when you need help, when you’re in distress, you push your pack away. It goes against every natural instinct that you have, it doesn’t make any sense.” He laughed with a shake of his head. 

“You are alone here, you have no one to protect you. I can keep you safe in every meaning of the word. Whether that means building you a door, forgive me by the way, or guarding your land. I want to protect you.” 

There was a gentle flutter in your heart, one that you desperately wanted to stomp out but were failing to do so. You hadn’t been affected by someone like this since your husband and you didn’t know if you should feel guilty about that. He was supposed to be the one allowed to move on, not you. These feelings weren’t supposed to be for you, they were supposed to pass. It was your job to mourn his loss; he was supposed to be your one and only love. These feelings were supposed to be wrong. So why, deep down, did you enjoy them? 

Instead of telling him to leave, to abandon his work and yourself, you made the mistake of giving him a chance. You made the mistake of entertaining him. 

“I don’t even know who you are,” You said with a laugh of disbelief. 

“Yoongi,” He smiled, a wolfish smile, “And you do know me, I’ve been here longer than you know.” 

That wasn’t the comforting sentiment that he was trying to make it be. Just how long had he been watching you? You were reluctant to linger on that thought much longer, so you moved on. 

“How long will this take you?” You asked, shuffling closer to his work. 

“Not long. Lucky you, you happened to pick a shifter whose trade is in woodworking.”

“A shifter? So, that’s what you are?” 

Yoongi pursed his lips, his brows furrowed, he was thinking. It was like he was still deciding if he could trust you or not. He was deciding just how much information he was willing to give up to you despite the fact that you had seen him in his other form. 

He nodded. 

“Are there…are there more of you?”

“Yes,” He reluctantly admitted, you had already seen his daughter after all. 

“Why is it that I have only met one of your kind now?”

“Because, we’re discreet. We have to be. You found my daughter in that hunter’s snare, remember?”

“Your daughter,” You echoed, “is she alright?” 

Yoongi practically preened at your concern. All you were doing was giving him validation, you could and would be a good mother to her. You could be a good mate for him. 

“Our kind heals fast, she’s already running around causing more trouble,” He chuckled, “but don’t be mistaken, I am grateful for what you did for her. You saved her life and you helped heal her. I owe you much more than you know.”

“I saved her life? You couldn’t mean…”

A grim look descended over his pretty features, a dark gaze settling in his eyes as he paused his work once more, his hands tightly gripping the tools they were holding. “That’s exactly what I mean. We have been hunted since the dawn of time. Woman, man, child, it makes no difference to them. Their entire goal is to eradicate us, they think we are abominations. It wasn’t enough that they took my wife, they tried to take my daughter as well.” 

Your heart ached in sympathy for him. You knew that feeling, the overwhelming wave of grief and pain that attempted to drown you in your suffering. You had lost your husband and a child, Yoongi was just as familiar with loss as you were. 

You crept closer to him, so close that you could feel the warmth that radiated off of his body like a stove. Hesitantly, you reached out to him and rested your hand on top of his. You could feel his grip go lax, his hand relaxing beneath your touch. 

“I know how terrible it can be to hear someone apologize and tell you that they know what you're going through, but I think this is one of those rare moments where it’s true.” You said. 

You could feel his gaze on you and the scarred skin of his hands beneath yours. He felt so incredibly close, this was the closest you had been to anyone in a while. You swallowed uncomfortably as you felt his hand turn over and the skin of his palm meet yours as his fingers laced their way in between yours. 

“My husband…he was killed this winter. I’ll never know what happened to him, or why it happened, but knowing that he’ll never be here again is the most painful thing I have ever felt. It’s indescribable.”

Yoongi tried his best to suppress the inappropriate smile that wanted to make its appearance known on his lips. You two truly did complete one another. You were two pieces of a puzzle that had not been intended to fit together, but had been carved up and forced together. You were altered, created for one another. He gave your hand a gentle squeeze, stroking his thumb down the curve where your palm met your finger in rhythmic swipes. 

“I know that feeling, I understand it well.”

I understand you, he wanted to say. 

“People like us, we should stick together. We can trust one another like no one else can.” He murmured, gently brushing up against your side. 

That was enough to wake you up from the dreamlike haze he had put you in. You stepped back, breaking your fingers away from his and holding your hand up to your chest. 

It was too soon, too much, you couldn’t be that close to someone, to a man nonetheless. You couldn’t trust him, you couldn’t trust anyone. 

Yoongi took a step forward and you took three back, retreating from the momentary comfort you had felt. But instead of looking dejected like you assumed he would, he looked determined, he looked sure of himself. And that only made you stumble back even more, stepping up your stone steps and into the house.

“I’ll leave you to your work.” 

This is what you did. Despite the entrapment you felt by your loneliness, it was familiar, it was right. The loneliness was easier. 

It was the only thing you knew you could hold on to for certain. 

~~~~~~~

In the days that followed, you became antsy to get out from beneath your visitor’s presence. 

You hurried past your uninvited guest, hoping that he wouldn’t notice you with his back turned to you. Your hopes were quickly dashed. 

“Where are you going?” He called over his shoulder. 

You came to a halt with an exasperated sigh, “Am I answering to you now?”

He only hummed in response and for a reason that you could not conceive, it lit you alight with agitation. “Where I go, is none of your concern!”

That caught his attention, his head slightly jerking to the side as he watched you from the corner of his eye. “It’s not safe out there, not when you’re alone.” 

“I was fully capable of finding my way through the forest before you got here, I seriously doubt that I have lost all sense of direction.”

“It’s not your sense of direction I’m worried about,” He sighed, “There’s more of my kind out there and more of your hunters - both of which would not bat an eye at a human getting caught in the crossfire.”

“It’s never been a problem before,”

“No, but it is now.” He said with a stern glare, his eyes not meeting your curious gaze, but instead staring into the distance. His shoulders were tense, his forearms flexed, he looked as if he was burdened with knowledge that he could not share. 

“Yoongi, what is that supposed to mean?” 

“Don’t wander off too far,” He deflected. 

You stayed for a moment, suddenly unsure as to what you should do. Moments before you were ready to get out from underneath his oppressive stare, but now you were intrigued. Yoongi had told you about the shared hatred between your species. The humans hunted the shifters and the shifters were reactionary killers. They followed an honor code closely and truly believed in an eye for an eye. So what had happened that now made it unsafe for you to traverse the woods when before it had never been a problem. Why would Yoongi’s kind attack you unprovoked?

Despite your stare, Yoongi was blatantly ignoring you, pretending that he didn’t notice you hadn’t left. That was enough to let you know that the conversation was over no matter how much you poked and prodded. 

Without another word, you left. Contrary to what Yoongi had believed, you wouldn’t be traveling too far. Your cottage and the shifter would not be in view, but you knew the way like the back of your hand. It was past the brook, and a good walk through the evergreens. What you were searching for was a small clearing. 

The trees lined the space in almost a perfect circle, something that appeared somewhat unnatural amidst the organic shapes of the woods. In the middle, there stood one weeping willow - completely out of place and the only one of its kind. And at the base of its gnarled roots was a simple stone with your husband's name carved into it. The earth was still turned, a reminder of just how fresh his death and the wounds they left behind on your heart were. 

You gently lowered yourself to the ground, your skirts folding beneath your knees as your fingers pressed into the dirt. You had often thought about crawling back to him, you had dreamed of being wrapped up in his warm embrace again, the two of you entwined and buried beneath a comforter of soil and flowers. In your dreams you were intertwined so tightly that years from now if anyone were to find you they wouldn’t be able to tell where you began and he ended. 

“Hello my love,” You whispered despite no one else being in the clearing. And of course, you were met with the silence, the ever present reminder that he had left you and that he was never coming back. 

You sniffled as your fingers smoothed down the fluffed dirt before digging into your basket and pulling out the prettiest wildflowers you could find with which you then began to arrange around the stone. You knew it wasn’t right to spend so much time here, you were holding on so dearly to someone that was gone and no matter how much love you held for him it would never be enough to revive him. 

When you were satisfied with your arrangement you allowed yourself to empty your eyes of the last of their tears before patting your cheeks dry with the edge of your pinafore. With clear eyes, you were now able to see a few things that you had missed before. 

Hanging from the boughs of the tree were several things. There were colored glass stars and moons that were strung up on several branches all of which varied in color and reflected the sun through them, casting brilliant shards of light over the earth. And, amongst those, were small wolves carved masterfully from wood. You slowly stood, your brows furrowed in confusion as you tapped one of the stars with a shaky finger. It swung back and an ethereal ringing sounded from within it. 

What were these doing here? At your husband’s grave? 

You looked back at the wooden wolves before you began to piece it together. Yoongi, he had a wife. Was this for her? Was this their version of funeral rites? But if that were true then she would have died recently, but why would she be buried here, where your husband had been killed and laid to rest? 

Your heart thumped, your palms began to sweat. 

No. No, you refused to believe it. 

Their words began to rush back to the forefront of your mind, “pieces,” and “consumed.” Your husband had been ripped apart and eaten, there was barely anything of him left behind. 

It was her, it had to have been her, she had been the one to kill him. But if that were true, then who had killed her? 

“I am responsible for you,” Yoongi’s words echoed through your mind. 

They had a code of honor, they believed in an eye for an eye. Or, a spouse for a spouse. 

You turned your back on the burial sight and balled your fists up before pressing them against your eyes. Out of sight out of mind. Out of sight out of mind. Out of sight out of mind.

Yoongi wouldn’t, Yoongi couldn’t. He wouldn’t do that to you, he wouldn’t take someone’s spouse from them, he wouldn’t make you feel the same pain that he did.

A rumble pulled you from your panicked thoughts, your breaths still fast and shallow. But what you thought had been the earth shaking, was something far more menacing. Across the clearing stood a wolf, a wolf that was not Yoongi. It was too small to be him and the fur was the wrong color. But the size alone told you that it was clearly a shifter and by the way it was looking at you, you were certain that you were in danger. 

You stood still, hoping that if you didn’t make any sudden movements he wouldn’t be provoked but you were sorely mistaken. You could see its muscles tensing up as it crouched low and shifted its weight back towards its hind legs like it was preparing to lunge. No matter what you did, it had already made its decision to kill you right where you stood. 

You hadn’t realized you were screaming until you felt the raw pain in your throat, your body acting on its own will to survive as you reeled backwards and hastily began to climb up the tree. If you were lucky, it couldn’t climb, but there was still a human inside of that creature - it was smart, you had seen Yoongi hunt you down before, after all. 

You shrieked in fright as you heard the mangy wolf approach, its large paws ripping through the ground as it raced towards you while all you could do was try and climb higher. Unfortunately, you weren’t fast enough. The wolf leaped and its massive teeth tore into your skirt and ripped you from the tree. For a moment, you were completely weightless - you were airborne. And in that brief moment of freedom, you were quickly grounded by reality when you came crashing down to the ground, your forehead just clipping the top of your husband’s headstone as you went rolling down into the grass. 

You knew what would come next. This time, the embrace of death would wrap around you. There was no getting around this. But what confused your shock ridden body even more was the pure dread you felt from the realization that you were going to die. You had once welcomed death, begged for her, prayed for her even, but now when you felt her looming over you you realized that you weren’t ready. 

You missed your husband, but you weren’t ready to join him. 

And, just as you felt the hot breath of the shifter mist over the back of your neck, it was just as quickly ripped away. 

There was a symphony of snarls that followed, the sound of flesh being torn, booming growls, then a pitiful whimper, and a loud snap. And then, all fell quiet. 

You were still dazed as you felt warm arms slip beneath your own, pulling you up into someone’s lap and pressing your body back against an even warmer, bare chest. Long fingers prodded at the warm blood that slid down your temple and a deep, frantic voice echoed in your ears - the words were unintelligible. 

“I told you not to wander off,” Yoongi said, his lips just beside the shell of your ear, the first words he had said that you could finally understand. 

“I told you,” He repeated, his voice wavering and full of emotion as he trailed off. 

You looked at him wearily, your head feeling much heavier than it had earlier. His eyes were wide, his pupils blown. The look on his face could only be described as haunting. He was cradling your face with both hands. His thumb stroked your cheek, but his eyes were trained on the weeping willow. He looked just as shaken as you had been before. 

That sinking feeling was back in your gut. The suspicions you had were coming back to your rattled brain. But still, you turned and wrapped your arms around his neck, collapsing your body against his completely as you felt yourself slipping away. 

He was calling your name, his voice panicked as he held you against him even tighter. You rested your chin on the pale stretch of skin of his shoulder and started back into the treeline. You were finding comfort in the man that you were almost certain was involved in your husband’s death. You were embracing the suspected killer of your husband. 

And in your delirium you caught sight of something out there, something you weren’t sure was even real. It looked like one of the clerics from town, his white robes reflecting the sun as he hastily retreated back into the cover of the trees. 

A bloodied, naked corpse laid where the mangy wolf once stood. 

You found comfort in a killer as a man of god ran away from the sight of the worst sin, murder. 

~~~~~~~

Yoongi’s watchful gaze never left you, even when you thought that you were away from prying eyes. When he said he wanted to protect you, that you were his responsibility, he meant it. 

It wasn’t safe for you to be alone this close to the woods and this far from town. Even though you chose to ignore this, he knew that he was right. He was oftentimes put on edge when he would think about the possibility of someone wandering through the woods and stumbling upon your cottage. And, even worse, he could imagine what someone would do when they found a beautiful woman, alone, in the middle of nowhere with help miles away. His paranoid suspicions had proven to be true with what happened days before. 

“Who was he?” You had asked when you had woken up. 

When you had slipped into unconsciousness he shifted once more, swinging you onto his back and racing back to your cottage. It would have been comical to try and watch his massive wolf form squeeze into your home while dragging your body inside, but in that moment Yoongi had trouble finding anything remotely amusing. He had been too frantic to switch back into his human skin and it took him several moments of concentration before he was able to do it. 

“He was no one,” He plainly said, his brows drawing together as he dabbed at the wound that split open your forehead. 

“You didn’t know him?”

“No,” He sighed, “He was just a nomad, a packless wolf. He must have caught your scent and tracked you down.”

“Was he going to eat me?”

You were met with a sickening silence as Yoongi pursed his lips and bandaged your cut. His silence was a clear answer. 

“But, I’m not an animal. There’s plenty of deer and rabbits…” You trailed off. 

Yoongi set down the roll of gauze and leaned towards you, cradling your face once more in his hands. “Humans and animals are not all that different, you eat, you sleep, you mate, and you both give chase. Many of my kind see yours and animals as one in the same. What only matters is the hunt.” 

Human, shifter, or hunter it didn’t matter, he had grown to trust no one outside of his pack. There were nefarious creatures at every corner, whether he was one of them was still to be decided. His behavior certainly appeared to be nefarious, to an outsider. 

He could hear the thrum of your heart in your chest and the quickening of your pulse as you digested his words. 

“Don’t be afraid of me, I would never hurt you. I just want to take care of you.” He murmured as he leaned in closer to you and pressed his lips to your forehead is a soft kiss that pulled a sharp breath into your chest. 

Since that day, Yoongi’s behavior has drastically changed. 

During the day he worked, far slower than what was normal or necessary, and he watched you fulfill your mundane tasks for the day. While they should have bored him, they did quite the opposite. Everything you did seemed so curious, enthralling even. He couldn’t explain this odd tether he had to you. The only thing that he did know, was that he had to be near you. Whatever this was, it had become far more than just a sense of duty he felt towards you. 

During the night, when the moon emerged, he would shift and watch from the shadows. He would watch you pull your curtain closed and float from room to room. He would sit as still as he possibly could and listen to your heart beat slow and your breathing even out as you fell asleep. He would sit in front of the gaping hole where your door once sat and he would keep watch, pride stirring in his chest as he protected you. 

It was during the night when his daughter would come to visit. Some nights he could hear four paws ripping through the earth as she excitedly ran up to him, other nights he would be greeted by the sound of two little human feet running through the grass. And sometimes, she would morph between the two forms, flickering between the two states like the unsteady wave of a flame. 

But, there was one constant with her. 

“Mama,” She would whisper, crawling on all fours up the steps. 

And every time he would nip her by her clothes and settle her back down in between his massive paws. 

It was a silent “not yet.” 

You were his responsibility, but his daughter wasn’t yours. Not yet at least. 

The three of you had unknowingly settled into a routine. And on the day that the door was finished, that pattern was finally disrupted. 

You had grown accustomed to Yoongi’s presence. If you were being truly honest, you would admit that you had grown to like him. You would never admit it to anyone but his presence had filled that hole in your heart that your husband had left behind. You knew that his saving you had caused this pivot in your emotions and in all honesty you were incredibly confused by them. 

Yoongi was kind and incredibly gentle in spite of how your initial meeting had gone. His voice was soft when he spoke to you, his smile reassuring, and the gentle touches calming. It was hard not to like him, and it was even harder to remember that he wasn’t human. 

But the reminders were there. The odd glow in the depths of his eyes, the wolfish smile, the predatory gaze you had caught sight of whenever he thought you weren’t looking and the looming suspicions you had about his implications in your husband’s untimely death. He was still a wolf, there was no denying that. But you approached it all with the same logic you tended to fall back on: out of sight, out of mind. It was simply easier to not think about it. That, as well as your traitorous feelings for him. 

The clouds came out of nowhere the day the door was finished. 

“No, no, no, no, no!” You cried as you frantically ran outside and towards your clothesline where you had hung all of your linens. 

Yoongi watched you dart in between the fluttering clothes and sheets as the rain slowly began to descend and the wind threatened to whip everything away. 

“Yoongi!” You called. 

The shiver that sent down his spine was strong. That was all it took for you to rattle him, just the mere sound of his name on your lips was world shattering. You didn’t know just how easily you could ruin him. 

“Yoongi, help me!” You called again, your voice stern this time. He thought it was cute when you tried to be in charge. 

There had been a definite shift in your relationship after he had killed that wolf for you. You had started inviting him inside for dinner, watching him work, and even spending the evenings with him outside, leaning up against the warm side of his wolf form. And in turn he would accompany you wherever you needed to go, keeping a close eye on you, and a firm hand on the small of your back. 

You had grown impossibly closer than you had ever thought you would be capable of. Hell, you hadn’t even questioned why he was wearing your husband’s clothes when you woke up - you weren’t even upset. You were beginning to feel alive again. 

The two of your hurriedly gathered the linens. Yoongi had turned it into a game, ripping items off of the line right before you could touch it like it was a race. In all honesty, he made you feel like a kid again. The both of you were laughing, stumbling over the laundry and bumping into each other as you raced inside. 

“You were supposed to help me, not compete with me!” You scolded him, dropping the sopping wet pile of laundry into your basket. 

“I can do both, dearest.”

Dearest. That had been a recent occurrence. It slipped from his lips one day, it had caused your heart to stutter and your blood to rush and ever since then he had not gone a single day without letting the term of endearment grace your ears. He loved seeing how flustered it would make you, the way he practically purred around the word. 

“Or, you could just be kind to me for once.”

“I’m always kind to you, have you not enjoyed the gifts I’ve brought you?” He asked, a faux pout on his pretty lips as he slowly stalked towards you. You could almost see the wolf in him when he did that, you could visualize the swing of his tail and the way his massive head would tip down as his glowing eyes locked in on you. It was there, in the swing of his walk and the taunt muscle of his shoulders. It was an ever present reminder that he was not like you. 

You backed up, almost coyly, as he approached. His broader steps quickly gain on your short, shuffled ones. The cold, spring breeze rushed over the exposed skin of your neck, the open doorway was now behind you. But, before you could rush outside and back into the rain and allow him to give chase, he reached behind you and jerked his arm back. In that instant you felt solid wood press against your back, the new door settling perfectly into the once empty frame and blocking off your exit. 

You let out a shaky breath as he leaned into you, his chest against yours as he raised his arm above your head. With one swift movement there was a click and then his arm settled by your waist and another click followed. He had locked the door behind you. You were trapped in your own home with the wolf. 

The silence that followed was deafening. 

Short breaths were passed between the two of you, both of you waiting for the other to make a move. Your lashes fluttered as your gaze traced the contours of his face. You often wondered if he knew just how lovely he was, scar and all. 

You swallowed harshly as you raised your hand to his face, your fingers trembling with desire before softly grazing the bottom of the scar. Yoongi’s eyes slipped shut as he moved forward allowing his face to lean into your touch, his body pressing impossibly closer to yours. 

“Yoongi,” You whispered. 

And with that one simple call of his name, he lunged and went in for the kill. His pretty lips collided with your own as his hand moved to cradle your jaw and tilt your head back with the force of his kiss. With your back against the door there was nowhere for you to go, but there was nowhere else that you wanted to be. 

You gasped as you felt his free hand slowly trail up your leg and over your hip before settling on your lower back and sharply pulling your hips against his. A pitiful whimper was passed from your lips to his from the sudden desire that was pooling in your lower abdomen. 

A moment of clarity came to you, your mind pushing past the haze of desire when you felt your feet leave the ground. Yoongi buried his face in the junction of your neck and shoulder, his lips and teeth making quick work of the skin there, as he walked. It was when you felt the soft cover of your bed beneath you that you realized what was happening. 

“Yoongi, wait -” You tried, but his movements did not falter. His fingers were making quick work of the laces at the back of your dress and he showed no sign of stopping any time soon. 

He looked desperate, like he was going to die if he could not have you and the only way to relieve himself of his pain was to unveil every inch of skin that you were concealing from him and each stretch that was exposed was just as quickly covered by kisses and nipped by sharp teeth. 

You couldn’t deny the attraction you had for him or the lust you were practically dripping with from his touch. But it felt like you were laying on a bed of needles when you were reminded of your late husband’s death as you were willingly laid down in your marriage bed with a man who was not your husband. 

“Please,” You gasped, gripping his shoulders, “not here.” 

That seemed to catch his attention as he finally stilled himself. From your position it looked like he was trying to gain some control over himself. His breathing was still heavy, but he had stopped touching you. He looked up at you slowly, his chin just barely brushing over your bare sternum. When he finally looked at you, you stopped breathing. His eyes were lit with moonlight, a silver glow emanating from their depths. 

He was more wolf than human in that moment, a creature that was acting purely on instinct. 

You cupped his cheek once more and while he flinched at first, he slowly relaxed beneath your touch. He was still eerily silent, and in that moment his behavior reminded you almost entirely of the first time you had met him when he was in his other skin, fully shifted into his wolf counterpart. It was those watchful eyes again, those eyes that held so much depth and awareness that it was startling. 

“I can’t, not here.” You repeated. 

He blinked slowly, once, twice, and then a third time as he cocked his head to the side. You felt a twinge of fear at that gaze and, shamefully, the rush of lust in your veins. Your body went lax as you allowed him to gather you in his arms once more. He was calmer now, his pace slower as he unlocked the front door and carried you into the night. You could see flickers of your Yoongi in him, his touch much softer as he laid you down in a bed of grass that has been permanently laid flat by the giant wolf that guarded your home. 

That night the sky was completely open, not a single cloud obscured the stars or the body of the full moon. It was utterly beautiful. Just as beautiful as the feeling of fresh dew on your back and just as beautiful as the sight of your breath crystalizing in the cold, spring air. But nothing was quite as beautiful as Yoongi. The way that his bitten lips parted with soft gasps and deep moans, the way that his porcelain skin shone beneath the moonlight, and the way that he struggled to part from your lips. It was the way that he would rather kiss you than breathe. Everything about him was beautiful. 

You had many regrets in your life, but this would never be one of them. Not when he held you like this, like you were the only person in the world that mattered. Everything about this was supposed to be wrong, unholy even, but that was what made it that more enjoyable. That was what made you tense your legs around his waist, curve your hips against his, and wrap your arms around the back of his neck - drawing him towards your pulse point where he had been nosing at, sucking, and kissing almost obsessively. 

When your body shook with pleasure, a rush of warmth and tingles spread beneath your skin, your back arched and your neck was bared. And before you could even realize what was to come, his teeth had already sunk into your neck and shoulder without hesitation accompanied by an almost animalistic growl. The pain was there, it forced a scream past your lips, but it mingled deliciously with the rush of pleasure that emanated from your very core. You gasped and shook, your vision blurring as you were assaulted by your senses, your nails digging into his shoulders. 

There it was again. 

There was a flash of white in the treeline. It was there for a moment before flickering out of sight as you felt yourself barely clinging to consciousness. 

You were being watched again, there was something or someone out there that was following you - watching you in your most vulnerable moments. 

You tried to get Yoongi’s attention but he was in a similar state, the both of you lazily holding onto one another and barely moving as you began to drift. Your lips moved but no words were spoken, your tongue felt heavy in your mouth, unable to form words.

Yoongi’s lips were stained with your blood, his eyes heavy lidded but now returned to their dark color that you knew and loved. You tried again to speak but found yourself unable to as he pressed his forehead against your own, his fingers brushing back your messy hair. 

The heavy lure of sleep was steadily pulling you under. You supposed it could wait until tomorrow. 

Out of sight, out of mind. 

~~~~~~~

When you woke up you were back in your bed and you were alone. 

The cottage was dark, the windows all closed and the curtains drawn tight. When your eyes fluttered open you had almost believed that it was still night, that you were still outside with Yoongi and you had only momentarily dozed off. But the familiar comfort of your blankets and pillows quickly dismissed those thoughts. 

Now wide awake with your sheets pooled around your waist, you could only wonder about where your wolf had gone. Had he left you already? Had he taken your words to heart when you told him that he was to leave when his service was finished? Had he abandoned you after you had shared your most intimate moments with him? What had you done?

You felt a sense of shame wash over you as you stumbled from your bed, dull aches throbbing at various points of your body that only reminded you of what had transpired the night before. Once you collected yourself you made your way to the door your wolf had crafted for you and when you grasped the handle and pulled, you were met with a locked door. 

Your face scrunched in confusion as you turned the lock the opposite way and moved the bar at the top of the door but when you tried it again it still would not budge. 

You had been locked in your own home like a canary in a cage. 

Your heart dropped into your stomach and your throat felt impossibly tight as tears began to brim in your eyes. You had trusted him and in turn he had trapped you. How foolish you were to think that you could trust another man and here you were, a betrayer of your husband’s memory.

You sat on the floor curled up by the foot of your bed with a weak grasp on your blanket around your shoulders. There was an unexpected heartbreak that demanded to be felt in your chest, how could you mourn someone who you never really truly knew? Yoongi wouldn’t even tell you about his family, where he came from, or his people. Your relationship, whatever it was, had been an uneven exchange and you had clung to him so quickly because you had been so lonely. It was unfair. 

You quickly swept away the tears from beneath your eyes when you heard a lock turn and light began to permeate the darkness as the door swung open. He came back. 

The gentle smile he had entered with melted away, a look of concern taking over his face. He crossed the room and you rushed to stand, your arms crossing over your chest to protect and soothe yourself. You flinched away from his touch as he attempted to cup your jaw, the look of hurt and confusion on his face only inspired anger. 

“Why are you crying? What’s wrong?” He asked, trying to bridge the distance between the two of you as he moved closer while you took to stepping around the bed. You needed to keep him away, you couldn’t be swayed by those gentle touches and kind looks. 

“You locked me up, Yoongi. Why would you do that?” You sniffled as you attempted to keep your voice strong and firm. 

“I didn’t lock you up-”

“Then why was the door locked? Why couldn’t I get out?” You asked, before leaning forward and grasping a cord that was strung around his neck and nestled beneath the fabric of his shirt. “Why do you have this?”

When you pulled the necklace out his hand shot out to grip your wrist in warning, but the damage had already been done. There was a key on his necklace, the key to your cage. 

“I’m protecting you.” He whispered, his tone deadly and his gaze dark with warning. “You saw what happened, it’s dangerous out there - I can’t trust anyone with you.”

“No, you can’t trust me,” You corrected him before jerking your hand out of his hold, “This is my home, Yoongi, my home! You have no right!”

“I have every right, you are mine!” 

“I am not!” 

His eyes were burning again, he was having trouble keeping his anger in check and you weren’t helping in the slightest. His chest was heaving with every breath and his jaw was tense. You watched him take one long breath in and then out before his arm shot out as he grabbed you by the wound on your neck forcing a pained gasp from your throat. 

“I told you, I am responsible for you, I need to protect you. This means that you’re mine and that I’m yours, this is a bond that goes deeper than marriage, do you understand that?” 

Your lips trembled as emotion welled in your chest, that told you everything that you needed to know. 

“You killed him, didn’t you?”

The silence you were met with and the empty look in his eyes was more than enough to confirm. Yoongi had been your husband’s killer. You stumbled back and heaved, waving away his hands that tried to steady you as you felt sickness stir in your stomach. 

“How could you? Why? Why did you do it?!” You cried, your fingers shaking as they grazed your lips in pure shock. 

His hands were raised as he tried to step closer to you, it wasn’t a defensive position, it looked more like he was trying to calm a startled animal. 

“He killed my wife,” He said, his voice much gentler than you expected in your state. 

“He wouldn’t!”

“No, but he would kill an animal, wouldn’t he?” 

He stopped approaching you and you had stopped moving away, your body having locked up in a state of pure shock.Your silence was enough for him to continue. 

“By the time I got there he was already taking her pelt, she wasn’t even able to shift back.”

He had skinned her. He didn’t know there was a person inside of the wolf that he had killed, and he had skinned her. 

“I took what was owed to me, he killed her so I killed him and I don’t regret it. The only thing I regret is what that did to you and your child, and I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. But I tried my best to give back to you what was taken. I can protect you, I can take care of you, I can give you children, and I can love you.”

His pupils were blown out, there was a look of pure desperation in his eyes. It was a look that made your heart shudder in your chest. 

There was a horrible ache in behind your ribs, it felt like it was on the verge of collapsing. It was undeniable that you cared for him, but the sickness that churned in your stomach was rivaling those feelings. You had never felt so betrayed before by anyone. You thought that he would have been different. 

You couldn’t even bear the thought of looking at him in the moment, it hurt too much and you knew how powerful those eyes of his were. You refused to be swayed at that moment. 

You knew that no amount of words you could say would force him to leave, so you did the next best thing and sprinted for the door. You barely made it a few steps before he lunged and grabbed you by your waist, picking you up with ease as you writhed in his hold. You turned into a feral animal, throwing yourself around wildly and scratching at any available skin you could find as you cried in shrill screams. 

“Stop fighting me!” He grunted, throwing you down on the mattress and pinning your wrists down at your sides as he pressed his knees into your kicking legs. “Calm down.” 

A scream of frustration burned your throat as your muscles strained under his firm grip. There was no use in fighting him, he was far stronger than you could ever hope to be. And so your body eventually tired itself out, your limbs going limp as you shook from a mixture of fatigue, fright, and dimming embers of anger. The skin beneath your eyes felt tight from all the crying you had done and the skin around your nails throbbed from the scratches you had carved into Yoongi’s forearms. But of course, those flesh wounds had already healed. 

You flinched as he released one of your wrists and stroked your face, indirectly drying your cheeks of their lingering tears. 

“You’re scared, now. Confused. But that’s alright, you’ll learn that I am the only one who can take care of you.”

You stayed silent and stubbornly turned your head to the side when he leant in to kiss you, but your actions did not deter him, he only laid a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth with a contented hum. 

“I’ll prove it to you, I can give you everything that you want.” He whispered beside your ear before he finally stood and the blood rushed back to your arms and legs. 

You scuttled backwards up the bed as he gave you one last lingering gaze and then he slipped out of the cottage and locked the door shut behind him. 

He had trapped you once again. 

~~~~~~~

You had laid there for a long time, frozen after what had transpired. Everything you thought that you knew has been completely and utterly wrong. It had all been a lie.

You slowly sat up and slid your palms into your lap. Your nails were stained with dark blood, you had hurt Yoongi afterall, not that it had mattered. To him, it had probably been no more irritating than a kitten’s scratch. You were once again reminded of his incredible inhuman nature.  

You needed to leave, now was your chance to escape him. It was an odd feeling that stirred in the back of your mind. The night before, there was nowhere else that you would rather be, and now you wanted to get as far away as possible. You wanted to run. 

With that thought in your mind you lept to your feet and made for the window. You knew that Yoongi would be able to find you, tracking you would be more of a game than a challenge. But if you left now, you would give yourself a head start. You would make for town and when you entered its boundaries it would be too risky for him to come after you. He wouldn’t be able to get you in either skin, the hulking form of that wolf far too obvious and the flesh of his human skin far too vulnerable when outnumbered. 

You pried open the shutters and undid the latch. You hiked up the skirt of your night dress, baring your skin to the cool breeze, and swung your legs out of the window and allowed your body to drop down. You needed to go, there was no more time for hesitation. 

Your dress was held tight in each fist as you began to run, the light fabric brushing over your legs as you moved. In that moment you had wished for a pair of shears to shorten it. 

A pitched howl echoed through the trees and your heart thrummed even harder in your chest. Your limbs froze on instinct and your ears rang with the sound of your blood rushing. It was too high of a tone to be him, you had heard the sounds he had made when he tore that other shifter to shreds. It wasn’t him but it was someone else. 

A small, dark, furry form shot out from the cover of the trees and darted through the clearing. Its pace was sure yet frantic, like it still didn't have control of its four limbs nor its speed. As it came closer you began to take cautious steps backward. You knew who that was, it was the pup. 

You watched in horror as the creature’s gait became wild and the pup began to trip over itself before the fur exploded from its skin and in its place was a little girl sprinting through the grass. 

There was no denying the impossibility of what you had seen, after all you had seen it with your own eyes. There was no forgetting this. 

“Mama!” She cried as she collided with your legs and displayed an impressive strength that was disproportionate to the size of her body, sending the both of you to the ground. The world turned sideways for a moment, and there it was once more. That flash of white that you had been seeing for weeks now. But it was closer this time, close enough that you recognized what it was. From the shape of the clothes on the fleeing form, you knew it was one of the clerics from the town. Has he been watching you all this time? 

“I missed you, mama,” She said, pulling your attention to her as she stared down at you with a pair of dark brown eyes that sent chills through your veins. She looked so much like her father. 

“Binna,” His voice shot through the air, “Remember what I said? Be gentle, you don’t want to hurt your mother.”

“Sorry!” She giggled as she pressed her cheek against your collarbone, her eyes fluttering shut and her long lashes casting shadows over the skin beneath her eyes. She wrapped her arms around your neck and hummed, the warmth from her body seeping into your skin. 

“Sorry, mama.” She repeated. 

You gently laid your hand over her back, your breaths still uneven as you pulled the two of you into a sitting position. “Sweetheart, I’m not your-“

“Binna, do you want to go see your room?” Yoongi asked, dropping down into a squat behind his daughter, his eyes on you as he spoke. 

Binna let out an excited hum of agreement, scrambling up onto two legs that still wobbled unsurely beneath her weight. You noticed that she was never completely stable in either skin she wore, it was like she was still trying to figure out how four legs and two legs worked. 

“Come on, dearest,” He said, holding his hand out to you. You sat there for a moment, stubbornly, but his gaze was unwavering and his body was as still as a statue. You knew there was no fighting him and he had played dirty by bringing his daughter into the equation. He knew that you wouldn’t want to start anything in front of her, the last thing that you wanted to do was frighten her. 

You let out an angry huff and rushed to stand without his help, storming past him and walking a few paces behind his small daughter who would toddle every now and then before bending over and trying to walk on all fours instead. 

As frustrated, frightened, and irritated as you were, you couldn’t deny the tug at your heart when you watched Binna crawl up the front steps of your home and scamper inside. You could hear the sound of her bare feet tapping against the wood floors and you couldn’t stop the resulting burn in your eyes. You had always wanted to hear that sound, you had always wanted a daughter of your own. 

But Binna wasn’t yours. 

But it was hard to long for that when you watched her disappear into the once empty nursery. You didn’t like what Yoongi was doing, he was messing with your head. He knew how badly you had wanted your child, how you had tirelessly grieved your husband, and now he was trying to patch everything together and force your lives to fit with one another. 

You knew that he could understand your loss, he had lost a wife after all. He would do anything to avoid that happening again, and if that meant locking you up while he was gone, then he would do that. But that wasn’t what you wanted. You had locked yourself up for months on end, turning your home into a mausoleum as you grieved the loss of the life you had once had. You refused to do that again. 

The door shut and the lock clicked. 

You heard him approach and then you felt his warmth as your back and his breath disturb the hair on your head. It wasn’t all that different from the first time that you had met. 

His fingers grazed your own and your hand twitched in response but you didn’t move. He intertwined your hands and pressed his forehead against the back of your head, breathing in your scent. 

“You have to let me go, Yoongi.” You whispered. 

He froze and a low, warning growl thrummed in his chest causing the hair on the back of your neck to raise. It didn’t matter what skin he was in, your body recognized him as the predator that he was. 

“No.” He simply said. 

“You’re not being fair -”

“I’ve been nothing but fair. I broke your door so I fixed it, I killed your husband and I gave you myself, you lost your child and I gave you Binna. I have been more than fair, so much so that I even gave you my love when you did not want it.” 

You ignored that last part, the love you felt for him causing a stabbing pain of betrayal in your heart. It wasn’t fair that you still felt the way you did about him after everything that he had done. After he had tricked you. 

“I am not Binna’s mother.”

He quickly hushed you, spinning you around by your shoulders and staring into your eyes, “She can hear you, she has very sensitive ears and a gentle heart, you don’t want to hurt her do you?”

You bit your lip in frustration, “It’s not fair to her mother.”

“You are her mother.” 

And that conversation was over, he wouldn’t hear any of your protests and you feared hurting Binna too much to continue to broach the subject. You were caught in between a rock and a hard place. And the worst thing was that it was hard not to love Binna. 

She was curious, mischievous, and sweet. She had been the same way when you discovered her as a pup, but you adored her even more this way. All she wanted was your attention, she was a little girl that was desperate to be loved by a mother. 

“Why did you leave?” She stumbled over the words, her little fingers twisted in the fabric of your skirt as you had started dinner, the light of the sunset cast over her eyes and bursts of silver shined in their reflection. 

You didn’t know how to respond. 

“Mama’s back now, you don’t have to worry about that baby.” Yoongi answered for you with a gentle smile as he pulled her onto his lap. 

“Forever?” She asked, staring at him with wide eyes full of wonder that only a child could possess.

“Forever,” He repeated, his eyes tracing over the profile of your face. 

The questions didn’t stop there. It was a full moon that night and Binna demanded to be outside. Yoongi had briefly told you before about their connection with the moon. It was almost religious, but even that wasn’t a good comparison. It was a part of them. 

“Shift.” Binna had commanded, tugging at your skirt again as she had quickly grown accustomed to. 

“I can’t Binna,” You explained, lowering yourself into the grass so that you were more level with her height. “I’m not like you, or your daddy.” 

Yoongi had stayed close to you all day, keeping a watchful eye on you to make sure that you wouldn’t try to leave them. 

“But…” She said, her words trailing off as her face furrowed in confusion, “It was white.”

You were confused but a quick look at Yoongi cleared that up. His gaze was glassy like he was remembering something, something that he didn’t want to think about. Binna must have meant her mother, she must have seen her before she left. Her pelt must have been white. 

Yoongi cleared his throat after a moment, “I think it’s time for bed.” 

Binna, even though she was a shifter, was still a child. She whined in protest and went limp as Yoongi scooped her up in his arms and held onto your hand, guiding the two of you back into the house. 

The door shut, the lock clicked. 

The both of you cleaned Binna up together, her feet and hands dirty from struggling to crawl in her human form and her hair a mess of twigs and leaves. She had laughed as she watched the pile of leaves grow beside the basin and attempted to jump into it like it were a much bigger leaf pile than it really was. 

And when she was clean, fed, and tired, she crawled into the center of the bed and reached her arms out for you. Your heart ached again. As soon as you laid down she was curled into your side, her little arms curled into her chest as she pressed her nose against the bite mark on your shoulder, taking in deep breaths.

The lamps in the room were snuffed out one by one, the room becoming progressively darker until it was completely plunged in darkness and only the gleam of silver eyes at the foot of the bed were visible. The bed dipped beneath Yoongi’s weight as he climbed in, laying on the other side of the bed behind his daughter. When he laid down he rolled over, wrapping his arm around the two of you and pulling you in closer to him. 

Binna hummed a happy noise, burrowing deeper into your shoulder and burying herself beneath your blankets. 

“What is she doing?” You asked, the first time you had spoken a direct question to Yoongi since that morning. 

“You smell like me, it’s how we identify each other. She feels safe with you.” He explained. 

“So that’s why you did it.” You said, a bitter edge to your words as you smoothed your hand over Binna’s freshly washed hair. “She doesn’t know any better.”

“That’s not true. She chose you, and so did I. She knew you were safe, that’s why she let you take her that day. And this,” His fingers ghosted over the mark sending chills down your spine, “was purely for my own selfish benefit. I wanted everyone to know that you’re mine.” 

“You didn’t even give me the choice.”

“I love you, and I know that you love me.” 

You remained quiet, not willing to agree or disagree with him. It was hard to make sense of madness, whether that be Yoongi’s or your own. 

“You’ll see it eventually, this is what you wanted.”

~~~~~~~

When you woke the next morning, you immediately knew that something was wrong. 

Firstly, Yoongi was gone. The spot on the bed that used to be your husband’s was cold, he had been gone for a while. Secondly, Binna was curled into the corner of the room, hiding beneath a blanket as she shook. And when you looked closer, you could see the tip of a snout and a still tail peeking out from beneath the blanket. She was frightened. Thirdly, there was smoke in the air, something was burning. 

You stumbled out of bed when there was a pounding on the door. 

“Open the door!” A man yelled, the door knob shaking as he tried to open it himself. Your instincts were screaming at you that something was wrong. 

“Open up, and pay for your crimes!” He yelled again, this time throwing his weight against the door. 

That couldn’t be right? Crimes?

You crept closer to the front window, the wood shutters were pulled shut but there was a crack that you had peered through, unnoticed, many times before. This time, the sight that you were met with was horrific. There was a large, angry crowd with torches outside - illuminating the pitch black field around your home. 

You had heard of these events before, but never had you considered that you would become the victim of one, not when you were so isolated from the town. But it was happening now and you needed to act fast. 

You rushed to the corner where Binna hid and scooped her up into your arms blanket and all. Her snout sniffed at your bite wound before she began to settle down. You ran to the nursery and to the very back of the room where the crib sat. You gripped it with one hand and with a strength you didn’t know that you possessed you pulled it aside. Your heart pounded and your breath was coming in harsh pants as you moved to the window. 

“Binna,” You whispered, forcing yourself to make your voice as soft and soothing as you could. You had one priority right now and that was to get her safe. You had seen what those hunters were capable of before. “I need you to run as fast as you can, and I need you to find your daddy. Don’t stop running until you're safe, don’t stop no matter what you hear.”

Binna stared back at you, her ears perked up as her glossy silver eyes poured into your very soul. Binna was a little girl, but she was smarter than any human child. You trusted her. 

A loud thwack sounded from the front door, a sound that you weren’t all that unfamiliar with - it was the sound of an ax striking the door. Your motions became faster and more panicked than before, your nails ripping at the bottom of the window that groaned as you forced it open. You grunted and with one more hard push, it popped and raised and there was enough room that Binna could slide through. 

“Don’t stop running, be very brave.” You whispered before pressing a quick kiss to the space between her ears and lowering her as close to the ground as you could. And then, her body left your hand and her dark fur disappeared into the night. You could only hope that she could find help on time. 

You had a terrible feeling that you weren’t going to make it out of this. 

A loud crack and sharp splintering sounded from the front door and then the thud of boots entered the kitchen. You stayed as quiet as you could but you knew there was no hiding and you needed to buy Binna time. 

You slid an oil lamp off of the dresser and hid by the door, waiting for it to open. The boots approached quickly, they didn’t want to give you time to get away and they were hunting you down. This was nothing like the way Yoongi had hunted you, it was un-practiced, frantic, amateur. 

When the door to the nursery slammed open you brought the lamp down on the back of the man’s head and sent him crashing to the ground as blood pooled onto the wood. But when you darted out into the hallway, there was already someone else waiting for you. 

You swung the lamp towards him with a scream but he dodged, grabbing your wrists and bending them in such a way that a sharp scream echoed through the cottage as you lost your grip and the lamp shattered upon impact with the ground. 

The man from the nursery was up and moving and now he was behind you, pulling rope from his belt. 

“You fucking bitch!” He yelled, and before you could move he had punched you clean across your face, sending you sprawling on the ground. 

You could taste blood in your mouth as he straddled you from behind, wrapping the rope around your hands. 

“Get off of me!” You screamed, wriggling desperately but to no avail. All it earned you was another strike to your head that made your vision blurry and spotted. 

When you came to, you were being dragged out of your house. The door that Yoongi had painstakingly crafted was shattered. 

And, as soon as the three of you were outside, torches were thrown and the house was lit aflame. 

“No!” You screamed, guttural sounds that ripped through your throat. “No, no, no!”

Your husband had built that house. It was the only thing that you had left of him. It was yours, it was where you were supposed to make a family and grow old together. And now that dream, that life, was being burned to the ground. 

It was absolute chaos. 

The smell of smoke burned in your nose and made your eyes tear up on reflex. When you had thought of all the ways that you could possibly die, you had never considered this as an option. You wriggled violently in your bonds like a wild animal trapped in a snare. The rope was digging into your wrists leaving behind raw, bloody wounds. There was no escape, but you couldn’t help but try. If you didn’t free yourself, then this would be it. 

There had been a time where you craved nothing more than to be reunited with your deceased lover, but when faced with the frightening reality of death you wanted nothing more than to live. 

Violent, raw screams tore through your throat as you were held down to the ground. There were hands everywhere, gripping your shoulders, your legs, and one in particular that was knotted in your hair. 

“Silence, witch!” A man yelled, pressing down on your neck and forcing your face into the dirt. 

“Witch? Witch?!” You shrieked, another manic scream breaking up your words as you writhed against the ground. 

You could hear the murmurs of the crowd that surrounded you and with a strained eye you could see nearly the entire town gathered around you and the men that held you captive. It was clear what this was, but you didn’t want to believe it. You didn’t want to believe that your own kind would turn on you like this. But that seemed to be your plight, those you tried to trust always turned out to be a wolf in sheep’s clothing. 

The hand that was wound in your hair tightened its grasp spurring a pained gasp from you as they began to drag you. You could only desperately writhe in the dirt as you were pulled closer to the crowd. You were certainly a sight, your hair a deranged mess, filled with leaves and twigs with dirt smeared down your cheeks and staining the tips of your fingers. Their rough treatment of you had only served to make you appear as the very thing they feared. The thing they were accusing you of being. 

You finally came to a stop in front of the town elder, the men behind you forcing you into an upright position on your knees, your arms still painfully stretched behind your back. 

The elder looked at you in what could only be described as disgust. 

“Behold, the witch who has brought a curse upon our village,” He spoke, his voice raspy and low, causing silence to descend over the group in order to hear him. 

“I am no witch-“

“Quiet!” The man behind you yelled before delivering a harsh smack to the side of your head, forcing it to snap to the side as you cried in pain. 

“The accused has brought death to all of your doors. She who murdered her unborn child in a covenant with the devil and brought those beasts to our home, and she who slayed her husband to feed those wretched demons and seal their bond to her will continue to slaughter us where we stand. What say you, shall we stand by and allow this to happen?” The elder said, opening his arms to the crowd who voiced their agreement.

This was the man who had known you since you were a child, the very man who had approved your courtship with your husband, the same man that married the both of you. This was the man that would ultimately kill you. 

Yoongi was right, humans were horrible creatures.

Your body had gone limp, your head rolling forward as if your neck could no longer bear the weight of it. Desperate, wounded cries burst from your lips. You had not killed your baby, you had not killed your husband, but there was nothing you could say to change their minds. They had already made their decision. 

“The punishment for these crimes shall be paid by that of which you are familiar,” The elder said, gesturing to a horrifying sight looming behind him, “Hellfire.” 

You couldn’t hear the screams that burned your throat, you could only feel them. There was a loud ringing in your ears and the feeling of your feet and shoulders digging into the ground as you were dragged toward the stake and unlit pyre before you. 

They were going to burn you alive. 

Your cries for help were left unanswered, there was not a single look of empathy on anyone in the crowd. He had truly convinced them all that the deaths that had plagued the town were because of you. They believed you were the one that had brought the shifters upon them even though that didn’t make sense, they had been there long before you and longer than they realized. But there was no getting through to them. What the elder spoke was considered divine nature.

You sounded like a wounded animal, horrific sobs and screams shaking your body as you were tied to the stake. Nausea swirled in your stomach and your heart pounded, the fear that you felt was indescribable. 

Vaguely, you understood that you were mumbling something repeatedly under your breath which was not helping your perception with the crowd. It looked like you were trying to cast a curse upon them. And if you could, you would. 

But what you were saying was far from that. All you could brokenly whisper was, “I did not kill my baby.” 

The scent of smoke became even stronger and from in between layers of your hair, you could see a torch flickering. The flames wavered, almost teasingly in nature, like it was deciding whether or not it would engulf you in its fiery embrace. Ultimately, that would not be its decision. 

“Return from whence you came, witch,” The man before you spoke, and with the crook of the elder’s finger, he lit the pyre.

Heat licked at your feet and ankles as the fire slowly but surely crept up the logs and branches piled around you. This would be a long, slow, tortuous end to your life and that was what they wanted. They wanted to put all of their rage, pain, and hatred onto you and they would make certain you experienced the full extent of their wrath. 

Tears rolled down your cheeks as you accepted your fate. You cried as you watched the flames lap at the edges of your skirt - eating away at the hem. In a matter of seconds it would eat the fabric away and begin charing flesh and bone. 

But it was when you lost all hope, that fate decided to play yet another trick on you. 

Frantic cries were coming from the crowd and when you raised your head you were shocked by the sight of six massive wolves emerging from the trees. It took no time for you to realize that they were just like Yoongi. Binna had made it back to them, she had gotten them to come and help you and thankfully she was nowhere in sight. 

The crowd pressed in closer to the elder, who’s face had gone gray at the sight of the wolves, as the six shifters surrounded them, corralling them all into one place. 

In the midst of the madness, you hadn’t noticed the presence behind you until you felt your ropes loosening. 

It was Yoongi. 

The fire was searing both of your clothes yet he remained, slicing through your bonds with deft hands. He had come for you, he had saved you. 

The moment your bonds slid from your hands he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you from the stake and pyre, the two of you sinking down to the ground in each other’s embrace. 

“Yoongi,” You choked, your lungs thick with smoke and ash. 

“Shh,” he hushed you, “just breathe, breathe for me sweetheart, just like that.” 

His hand came to rest on your chest while he guided yours to his, taking in exaggerated breaths so that you could follow him. 

Yoongi was many things: your husband's killer, your captor, your protector, and lastly - your savior. It was impossible for you to describe what you felt for him as it was no longer black and white. If there was anything you did believe, it was that nothing was ever that simple. There are many truths and many lies, it all was dependent on what you wanted to believe. 

You coughed again, the force of it shaking your entire body as Yoongi pulled you into himself tighter. You were in his lap, chest to chest, with his nose buried in your hair. You could feel him breathing in your scent, a growl radiating through his chest when he realized it had been tainted by smoke and other men. 

“I thought I lost you too,” he sighed before pressing a desperate kiss to your temple and then your cheek. He treated you like you were the most precious thing in the world. 

“Help us!” That raspy voice called out to you again. 

You slowly turned your head to face the elder who had placed himself in the middle of the crowd, using the bodies of his people to shield him from the wolves that were steadily circling them.

Help them. 

Help them? 

Help them?!

You cocked your head to the side, a look of bewilderment and rage taking over your features. Why should you help them? After what they had done to you? After what they had accused you of? 

Humans were horrible. You didn’t need them, after all, you much preferred to be alone. 

You didn’t need other humans. 

“Yoongi?” You whispered, maintaining eye contact with the elder. 

“Yes?” He leaned forward, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. 

“Kill them all.”

You felt his warm finger trace the curve of your jaw before turning your face in his direction. He looked down at you in a mix of adoration and excitement before leaning in and pressing his lips against yours in a hard kiss. 

“As you wish,” He murmured before setting you down on the ground and joining his brothers. 

In a matter of seconds he burst free from his skin, a giant wolf in his place alongside the tattered remains of his clothes. The crowd screamed in fright from the sight of his transformation and then from the massive fangs of seven wolves. 

You sat there, knees drawn into your chest as you watched Yoongi carve his way through the crowd and toward the elder. And, with great ease, he forced the man to the ground and ripped his head clean from his shoulders. A large spurt of blood soared through the smoggy air, painting the grass a vibrant color. 

You watched on as several more people were felled by the shifters, their gruesome screams quieted by large jaws and hooked claws. 

You were numb, you couldn’t find it in yourself to care about their lives that were swiftly ended - their souls ripped from their bodies.

You craned your neck back and stared up at the full moon, eyes dull, red, and finally dry as more gurgled screams were silenced. 

Out of sight, out of mind. 

#bts x reader #min yoongi x reader #yandere #yandere bts #yandere yoongi #bts fanfic #yandere yoongi x reader #yandere kpop #yandere bts x reader #werewolf yoongi #werewolf yoongi x reader #yandere werewolf yoongi #yandere werewolf yoongi x reader #yoongi x reader #yandere werewolf #werewolf bts #werewolf bts x reader

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LOML BABY CUTIE PIE SNOOKUMS 💕🦋

SO THAT YOUR SEXY LIL BRAIN DOESN'T FORGET :

The lover boys ( Percy, Leo, Jason, Conner, Luke , Frank) overhearing reader talking about them and afterwards realising that reader is THE ONE for them

Mhuaw Mhuaw 💋

⋆⭒˚.⋆ can't have a conversation if it's not all about you! hcs

content: hcs for leo valdez, frank zhang, luke castellan, percy jackson & jason grace warning: some language but that's it!! author's note: ta daaaaa! i like doing matching stories to one's ive already written!! and love love love how these match the other group hcs i did, probs gonna put it as a part two on the masterlist even tho i kinda isn't, ya know??? whatever it's my blog lmao-

𝜗𝜚 leo valdez

leo had no shame

originally, he had no intentions of eavesdropping

but then he heard you talking as he passed by the window of your cabin and couldn't help but stand nearby

and, boy, was he glad that he did

his smile was a mile wide as he heard you talk so passionately about him

that's right, you've been yapping away about leo for at least an hour

"and you should see the way he looks at me when he makes me laugh. it's just- it's just this wide smile and he can't seem to take his eyes off me."

leo blushed slightly at that comment, completely unaware that you had caught onto that look, the one he only reserved for you

"and he's the sweetest, always looking out for me. oh! and the gifts are never ending and he's the best cuddler i've like ever met. and, so, so funny."

leo was certain he was short circuiting, the wires of his heart fraying and twisting in unnatural ways. in ways that would make his mechanic father disappointed

"you must really love him," one of your siblings mused and leo waited with baited breath, leaning slightly closer to the window to hear you better

"more than i could put into words. i'm...i'm lucky the fates gave him to me - more than lucky."

that was the day leo started working on your engagement ring, determined to never spend another day without you by his side

𝜗𝜚 frank zhang

frank was a good boy, be it either his roman bones or his canadian heritage, he made sure to always follow rules and respect peoples privacy

...except for today

he allowed himself this exception as he stood in one of the many hallways new rome had to offer, leaning against the way as he heard your voice drift through the corridor

you couldn't have been more than a few yards away, your voice easily carrying to frank's ears

"he gives the best hugs!"

"bear hugs?" your friend laughed and frank's lips twitched upwards at the comment

"shut up! he's sweet too! so, so sweet! and gentle. for a son of mars, he holds me so softly."

frank stood a little taller at the comments, pride filling his body in a way it never has before

sure, lots of people have told him similar things, but something about it coming from you left the boy reeling with pride

"cmon, be honest. is he, ya know, the one?" your friend whispered but frank still heard it

he paled at the connotation, his fingers crossed as he counted the seconds in between your response.

"honestly? he's the other half of my soul. we're tied together and he's not getting rid of me anytime soon."

that afternoon, frank signed up for an wedding magazine subscription, wanting to keep up to date on the wedding scene, as he figured it would become important to him and you in the near future

𝜗𝜚 luke castellan

luke had taken a break from practice with his sword, laying on the ground all sweaty and grimy

his water bottle had long since been emptied but he was far too tired to get up and refill it

after a few minutes of rest, he'd finally decided the water would be worth the pain of his taunt muscles

as he made his way to the water fountain, he paused as his eyes caught sight of you and a wood nymph talking

he smirked to himself, moving closer with the full intentions of stealing a kiss but he paused as your words started to reach his ears

he then hid behind a tree, only peeking out every now and then when he knew you weren't looking

"gods, i've never met a guy so romantic. did i tell you that he stole all of my favorite bags of chips from the camp store? and you wanna know why? mind you, this is a direct quote, he said 'because no one but my girl deserves this chips to grace her lips.' like...bro."

the wood nymph cooed, the flowers in her hair brightening in color at the romantic thoughts

in fact, the red tulips were matching the shade of luke's cheeks pretty well

and that's quite the feat as the boy wasn't a big blusher

"and watching him train will always leave me drooling. you hear that olivia rodrigo leaked song, prison for life?? like, that's literally him!! he's so protective but in a good way, ya know??"

luke shook his head despite knowing the fact you couldn't see him

you've brought that song up so many times since you heard it, telling luke that it always reminded you of him

and luke would never admit it, but he listened to the song on his own time

and he couldn't help but agree with you

he'd kill for you and you didn't even need to ask him to

he'd just do it because you were worth any consequence he'd face after

"so, you love him?" the wood nymph questioned eagerly

and luke was just as eager to hear the answer

"...i'd kill for him, too. i'd do anything to keep him close, hurt anyone. hell, i'd tear down olympus for that boy."

and that you would, eventually.

all with a shiny ring on your finger, put there by the boy who'd lost his way

and you were more than happy to get lost with him, too, as long as it meant his hand in yours

𝜗𝜚 percy jackson

percy knew better than to listen to rumors

especially from sea flora and fauna

but, when the shark swam up to him with naiads in tow, percy couldn't help but listen

"lord! lord! you'll never believe what we just heard!" the shark cried, swimming circles around percy in his excitement

"go on," percy encouraged, briefly passing his hand over the shark's fin before the shark was mentally gasping in a big breath to do a long ramble

"okay okay okay! so, your lady in waiting had been talking with a few of the river naiads up stream. and she was talking about you, my lord!"

percy was silently waiting for the new information to come

he was well aware of the fact that you struggled to have conversations that didn't revolve around him

and he would know as he struggled with a similar issue when it came to you

"and she was talking about your hair and your eyes and your smile! oh, and she also mentioned that she thought you were the funniest boy she'd ever met, my lord! then she was talking about how good you looked in some shirt the other day-"

"wait, wait, which shirt??? did she say, like, a color or something??" percy cut in, leaning forwards as this information was important to him

"umm, i think she said navy blue?"

"yes! alright, go on," percy cheered, making a mental note to wear that shirt more

anything to keep her eyes on him

not that he had to try super hard but still

"and she talked about rings! ones made of diamonds or something!! oh, and your mother being at some ceremony and something about father's giving away their daughters?? and white dresses. does she like white dresses? the story get's a little confusing here, i'll admit, my lord."

percy could have drown right then and there from excitement

you were talking about weddings while talking about percy

he took that as a good sign

and he'd go home later that summer and shyly ask his mother to walk him through the process of getting married

for, uh, unrelated reasons, of course

𝜗𝜚 jason grace

jason was a nervous fella, not one to eavesdrop or listen to conversations that didn't involve him

nonetheless, he couldn't seem to pull himself from the cracked doorway

every alarm was ringing in his roman mind, telling him that it was wrong and that he shouldn't be listening in on your conversation

but you were saying such lovely things!

"he treats me like im gold, like im something to be valued and taken care of. gods, he's so good to me."

it was like a little benchmark report on how he was as a boyfriend

and you know this guy loves reports and numbers and spreadsheets lmao

pros and cons list's best friend

but at the moment, you were struggling to list even a single con

"and he's such a gentleman. i don't think i've touched a door handle the whole time that we've been dating. or opened my car door, let alone drove."

jason smirked, pride oozing from him at the comments

he worked hard to make sure that you never saw another cloudy day in your life and he couldn't help but be a little proud that you took notice of those things

"what would you do if he asked you to marry him right now?" your sibling asked, with a wiggle of their eyebrows and a taunt in their voice

jason's muscles tightened at the comment and they jolted to run off, but his need to know kept him right where he was

"i'd say yes without a second of hesitation. i'm sure we've been married in past lives and we will be in future ones. so why delay the inevitable?"

jason was shocked, a rare feeling for the son of jupiter

but, once he recovered, he went running to piper, desperately asking her what the best way to find out your ring size would be

and not for just any finger, if you know what i mean.

#postcards from covey ౨ৎ #all my love ౨ৎ #pjo #pjo fandom #heroes of olympus x reader #hoo #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #jason grace #leo valdez #luke castellan #frank zhang #leo valdez x reader #frank zhang x reader #luke castellan x reader #percy jackson x reader #jason grace x reader #percy jackson x you #percy jackson hc #percy jackson fandom #leo valdez x y/n #leo valdez x you #leo valdez x oc #frank zhang x yn #frank zhang x you #luke castellan x yn #luke castellan x you #jason grace x you #jason grace x y/n

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the culer- j.bellingham

masterlist | pairing: Jude Bellingham x gavi!fem!reader. summary: with the pressure of the match at hand, Jude makes an error that’ll cost him. warnings: fluff + angst + the following events in this fic are completely fictional and are not based on real life events. a/n: I dislike Real Madrid but I love Jude because he played for Borussia Dortmund.. he’ll always have a place in my heart I fear

It’s not like the words “Pablo gavis sister” were plastered against your forehead, so how was he supposed to know? it wasn’t the worst thing to happen to him, but it certainly wasn’t best when he rounded the corner and hear your soft laugh ring his ears. it was even ten times worse when his breakfast threatened to come up seeing your brothers arm around your shoulders.

you’re squished in between culers, your brothers jersey clung tight against your chest that serves as a major distraction to him. yet, he can’t actually see you. glimpses of you from the tunnel replay in his mind, the ball against his feet should be in the back of the net right now, but he’s stalling.

if he scores, your brother and his team lose. why does it matter to him anyway? this should be an exciting moment here in Barcelona with the crowd booing his name and boosting his adrenaline, so why does he care so much about you?

you’d never had more than just sex. an occasional cuddle and maybe a late night movie cozied up in his bed, but that was it. so you’re unsure why he’s playing with the ball when he’s got a 90% chance of scoring.

“just shoot the damn ball, Jude.” you mutter to yourself. the quicker he gets this over, the sooner the dread and anxiety bubbling in your stomach will fizzle out, and the sooner this is over the better chances your brother or his teammate have in evening the score.

yet there he still stands, unable to decide to shoot or to pass and the crowd wasn’t having it. Jude was usually so quick with his mind, football came easy yet this shot was the hardest one. he knows if he shoots this into the back of the net all chances with you end tonight on this pitch. he knows if he passes, all chances of his team advancing into the next round, end here.

why did it have to be him to decide the fate?

as if on cue, pablo takes the stab. he pulls Jude from his mind games, and decides to end the misery for himself and the crowd. Jude didn’t have much of a reaction time, in fact, he didn’t even put up a fight as the ball was swept from his feet.

“what the fuck man?!” his teammates shout frustrated in his inability to play the damn game.

your nails dig into your palms, watching your brother and his teammate play keep away from the Real Madrid defenders before taking the shot on net and ending the tie once in for all.

Real Madrid lost and wouldn’t advance to the next round.

a smile couldn’t form to your lips. watching Jude’s head hang low, you feel guilty. knowing he’d been riding the highs of the past couple of wins, he should be proud of the fight the team put up today. but those three minutes of torture would haunt him for the rest of his career for every time he saw you.

you.

his head picks up, eyes scanning the mass of fans the sea of red and blue all mesh together. faces booing and others cheering become a blur, but he’s sure you’re out there celebrating. you always expressed how important family was to you, and he was sure your family couldn’t of been happier.

—

you shouldn’t be here. not this late. the match ended hours ago and Jude most likely wasn’t even home yet, but it didn’t stop you from pounding your knuckles against the wood door in hopes he was there. you’re the last person he probably ever wants to chat with, but you needed to check on him. you needed to make sure he wasn’t beating himself up.

you hear the lock click, the door slowly creeps open revealing his dark brown eyes scanning your body. you’d changed into sweatpants in a sweatshirt, a more casual fit than what you were used to wearing to see Jude.

“what are you doing here this late?” his posh accent floods your eardrums, your heart can’t help but thump faster as you move closer to the small crack of the door to find any signs of concern across his face.

“I came to see you.”

“I don’t want to see you.” his bitter words make your heart come to a screeching halt. it’s just the game, you tell yourself, he doesn’t mean these words he’s clearly just upset.

“you played well, ba—Jude. please don’t beat yourself up.”

the door opens up more, like he couldn’t resist. seeing your concern for him mixed his feelings about you. at first, he was done with you. said it was for the best to move on, but seeing you here? with your doe-like brown eyes staring into his, he couldn’t resist.

“I’m the laughingstock of the team now. all because I couldn’t shoot the damn ball.”

“why didn’t you?” the words come rolling off your tongue before you can even process. you’d been asking yourself the question ever since the game ended. why didn’t he just shoot the damn ball? what was stopping him? you couldn’t press the questions in your mind any further when you knew what was stopping him: you. its silly and cliche but it’s the truest that’s been gnawing at him. you were the reason he couldn’t bare to see his own rivals lose.

“I don’t want to discuss this.” his shoulders slumped. he hardly notices you’d pushed the door further and allowed yourself in. he knew your care taking tendencies couldn’t bare to see him this down.

“come on,” you guide him into his bedroom, the curtains are drawn and a Spanish soap-opera plays quietly in the corner of his room. you crawl into his bed and allow him to rest against your body. your nails rake across his skin, careful not to put too much pressure on the black forming bruises.

“you really shouldn’t be here.” he mumbles feeling his shoulders and body sink further into the depths of touch. he hates himself for this, he knows he shouldn’t be falling at the hands of his rivals sister, but yet he can’t stop himself.

“I know,” you say peppering kisses to his throbbing temple, like you knew there was too much pressure there, “I’ll deal with that tomorrow, right now I’m here to deal with you.”

“you’re the better gavi, did you know that?” Jude lifts his gaze to meet yours, your lips briefly touch enough to ghost his.

“I did know that actually.”

he may have lost the game, but one things for sure, he didn’t lose you.

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[nihilo-sensei]

The Infamous Chuuya-SSKK Car Ride

Two. Fucking. Hours.

Akutagawa and Atsushi have been arguing for two hours almost non-stop and there's still an hour to go in the trip. If you had asked Chuuya before he climbed into this four-wheeled prison what the most annoying thing on Earth was, he would've said without hesitation that it was dealing with Dazai. That was a more innocent time, a time before life had decided to punish him for his every felony, misdemeanor, and wasted gallon of milk. He wasn't sure if these apparently nuclear-powered bickering machines being confined to the backseat was better or worse for him. Probably better; at least one half of the invective wasn't being spewed directly into his left ear.

As much as he wanted to blame a member of the Armed Detective Agency for all of his misery, he was disappointed to say that it had been his subordinate and fellow mafioso who started this. Granted it hadn't taken much to get the weretiger to dive down to Akutagawa's level, but he was just trying to make conversation, asking if Chuuya listened to much music. Honestly, the gravity manipulator would've been delighted to spend a three-hour car ride talking about music, even with an ADA member. It was kind of nice that the kid had reached for some common ground between them. Akutagawa really hadn't needed to cut Chuuya off before he had a chance to answer by saying, "No one cares, weretiger." That one admittedly rude remark had sealed Chuuya's fate for the rest of the ride out to the countryside. Thanks, Aku.

"You better not get in my way when we get there, weretiger. The Port Mafia doesn't need Least Beneath the Moonlight."

"I guess I'll leave the job to Brash-ōmon, then. Get over yourself."

How are they still coming up with new insults? Chuuya hadn't even had the energy to tell them to shut the fuck up passed the 35-minute mark, about 25 minutes after his throat started to hurt from trying to match their combined volume. It was like they didn't even hear him. They were in their own little world together.

That was what he'd been warned about, though, wasn't it? Akutagawa and the tiger boy had… tension. He had heard about it from Dazai, but hadn't given it much thought. After all, why would he bother listening to anything that mummy's asshole says off the battlefield? He would happily throw Dazai off a building if he wasn't sure it would make that freak even happier than it would make Chuuya. Something about this train of thought makes Chuuya feel like a hypocrite for some reason. Where was he?

"At least I don't dip my bangs in Wite-Out!"

"Your impoverished ass could only afford one bang!"

Oh right, this thick fog of something making itself at home in Chuuya's backseat and inside his pounding skull. He had thought it was just a joke or an exaggeration, but this much passion for each other? Could all of that really just be simple hate? No, this doesn't really feel like hate. But if they don't hate each other why tell themselves that they do? That's so self-destructive. They should just confront their feelings like adults. Even if those feelings aren't romantic they could still find themselves good friends, they have a lot in common. At least they'd stop making their sexual tension or whatever everyone else's problem.

Why does Chuuya feel like a hypocrite again?

—

Chuuya stares into the rear-view mirror. The new Double Black had practically passed out five minutes into the drive to Yokohama. Not surprising after the mission had turned out to be far more complicated then they had anticipated. He wasn't complaining, he really couldn't deal with another three hours of angry sound waves bouncing around an enclosed space. Truthfully, they'd earned the rest. Even when the situation was going to shit they'd worked well together. Atsushi kept Akutagawa's mind on the civilians while Akutagawa's support kept Atsushi calm and focused. Chuuya sees now why Dazai put them together, not that Chuuya would ever openly tell the man he was right.

So he'd let the pair sleep, only debating whether he should wake them up after the blessedly silent car had crossed the Yokohama city limit. He had glanced into the mirror and caught sight of something that made him suddenly redirect as much attention as he safely could to it. The Sun had set halfway through the drive so he had had to wait for the car to pass the next street light to get a good look at it, and sure enough he saw exactly what he thought he had. At some point in the drive Atsushi and Akutagawa had leaned into each other while they slept. Atsushi's head was now resting on Akutagawa's shoulder while the mafioso's head rested on top of the weretiger's. Chuuya smiled. Definitely not hate.

As the car nears the ADA office, where Atsushi was to be dropped off, Chuuya pulls into a gas station with a new mission in mind. After he puts the car in park he takes out his phone and hopes that fatigue keeps the pair asleep and unaware while he does what needs to be done. He gambles on using the flash and wins a nice, clear picture that's going to absolutely make his fucking day the next time Akutagawa decides to make him sit through another "that goddamn foolish weretiger" rant. But was it really fair to make just Akutagawa suffer when Atsushi was about as responsible for Chuuya's three-hour ordeal earlier? No. And isn't the ADA all about that justice shit?

Chuuya opens his text thread with Dazai, taps his thumbs to the screen a few times, and hands down Atsushi's sentence with the push of 'Send'. He only has to wait a few seconds before the weretiger's irritating superior responds.

Mackerel (21:04): Oh my god, thank you so much for this! How useful my dog is becoming!

You (21:04): I seriously can't do this with you right now, Dazai. Those little bastards almost wiped me out on the way to the mission. They argued the entire time. I'm fucking tired.

Mackerel (21:05): Impressive, isn't it?

"Impressive" was one way of putting it. "Never gonna happen again" was another.

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[queenshelby]

Forbidden Desire (Part 17)

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x Reader (Female/Incestuous)

Warnings: Incest, Smut

Please comment and engage xx 😘

When an invitation to Tommy's wedding arrived, it was like a tsunami of feelings struck your spirit, shocking you to your core and leaving you breathless even after it passed.

Deep down you knew, deep down, that you would never forget the consequences that would run through your family's very roots if you turned down the invitation to his wedding. However, in the midst of this profound insight, your contemplative mind wondered if the heavy weight of emotional turmoil that this occasion bore was truly worth the endurance and perseverance it required.

Your father Arthur had gone silent, not a word exchanged, for months on end. He did not know about your secret yet, namely that, several months ago, you gave birth to a healthy baby boy. In fact, no one knew other than Ada and, luckily for you, Ada vowed to honour her commitment of utmost secrecy to you, valiantly concealing her own penetrating doubts about the progenitor's identity, yet lacking verifiable certainty.

Two months had passed since her last visit, when destiny laid bare the truth before her very eyes. The arrival was an unforeseen surprise but, she has been supporting you ever since. Being a single mother herself, she understood what you needed and this was emotional support and encouragement especially after you told her that you never intended to carry this pregnancy to term.

By a cruel twist of fate, it was discovered at the last minute that you were expecting your uncle's child. Termination was an unthinkable option by this point and one that you fiercely denied as you had already carried your son for twenty weeks without showing. It was confusing to you having to go through this alone but, in the end, you managed surprisingly fine.

Then, after you gave birth, in the midst of a maze of people, you met a kind hearted doctor named Robert who looked after your son after he was born.

Rich and well-connected, Robert seemed like a perfect match for you. He was kind and loving, treating your son as if he was his own. He was a man of unwavering dependability, someone you could always count on. However, a sense of unease crept over you when he expressed his desire to accompany you and your son on the imminent journey to Birmingham.

Robert was blissfully ignorant of the fact that your son was born out of the covert union between you and your very own uncle as, for months, you had been entwined in a web of forbidden passion and secrecy. He also had no idea how powerful your family really was and that their illegal activities could potentially put him into danger. Thirdly, you knew deep down in the pit of your heart that Tommy and your father would never approve of him.

“Robert, I am not sure if you coming to Birmingham with me is really such a good idea,” you thus said cautiously as Robert looked up into your eyes with a hint of doubt on his face.

"Y/N, please," Robert said with genuine sincerity. "I will be extremely happy to become acquainted with your family, especially if you should ever feel inclined to accept my marriage proposal,” he went on to say, causing you to sigh.

"We talked about this, Robert," you said coolly, looking into his sincere eyes. "My heart and mind aren't ready to dive headfirst into the world of commitment just yet,” you told him before taking a moment to collect your thoughts and attempting to unravel the complex web of your family's past.

“You see, Robert, my family is not like other families. They have a certain toughness that comes from running those factories and gambling dens I told you about,” you casually disclosed, hinting at the lawful ventures conducted under your family's wise leadership, rather than their illegal and illicit endeavours.

Robert dismissed the statement with a casual shrug of his shoulders and said, "So what? They export machinery and take bets on horses”, causing you to nod. “There are worse ways to make money," he then told you reassuringly, cupping your face before telling you a disturbing story of young desperation. He described a terrifying reality that had occurred just the day before. Two frail spirits, who were both gently starting their fourteenth year, had fallen prey to the deadly grip of cocaine's seductive appeal. But even before his depressing words could fill the room, you spoke up, breaking the heavy silence.

"Alright, alright! I will take you to meet my family, but you need to promise me not to bring up stories like this when you are around them. No mention of drugs and no mention of...anything to do with the prohibition and...just keep it simple...small talk only," you stammered nervously, not wanting him to create a conflict within your realms.

Robert nodded understandingly, his eyes reflecting the love he had for you. "I promise, Y/N. I will be on my best behaviour and avoid any topics that may cause discomfort or conflict. Your family's approval means the world to me, and I would never want to jeopardize that."

***

As the days passed and the date of Tommy's wedding drew near, you couldn't help but feel a mix of resentment and nervousness. The thought of introducing Robert to your family, specifically your unpredictable father and secretive uncle, made you tremble with apprehension. But evermore so, the fact that Tommy was getting married to Lizzie made you sick with nausea.

You despised her and, unbeknownst to Robert, you still loved him. You were in love with your very own uncle who was a dangerous man and the father of your son, whom he knew nothing about.

This incestuous relation had kept you captivated against all odds. You had often dreamt of the day when these secret encounters would turn into an actual romantic relationship, though you realized that this will never happen.

And there lay the crux of your problem – your undying infatuation towards Tommy amidst the growing bond with Robert, even after all the heartache Tommy had caused you. 

The torrid dance between love and hate played out ceaselessly inside your restrained psyche now, consuming you entirely again. 

On one hand, you never wanted to see your uncle Tommy again but then, on the other hand, you longed for him more than anything else. It appeared almost inconceivable how deeply enmeshed you were in the intricate snarl of these raw, fervent emotions. And, unfortunately, as much as you hated yourself for harboring these feelings, you simply couldn’t deny them.

Love or lust, whatever it was - it was intense. Every time you heard his name, every thought of him sent waves of arousal coursing through your veins, a constant reminder of your last few nights together before you were sent to America.

One night, in particular, was engraved in your memory like a tattoo and even though, that night, you were furious about his will to send you away just over elven months ago, you resolved whatever tension there was simply by being honest with each other.

That night, Tommy told you that he loved you more than life itself but, just like life, love wasn't always fair. 

Backflash...

In a backflash, you remembered how, just the night before you left for Boston, Tommy took you to a place had never taken anyone else before.

It was his sacred place, his sanctuary, nestled among ancient trees where memories whispered softly in the wind.

Located on long abandoned land which he purchased without the knowledge of his family, a Gypsy wagon stood amongst wild flowers. Inside, candles flickered softly casting dancing shadows upon rough wooden walls covered in paintings depicting scenes from his past. There, hidden from prying eyes, he felt safe enough to express himself freely and vulnerably. 

"Why did you buy this land?" you asked him quietly as you dismounted your horse and secured it against one of the large trees while looking around the peaceful scenery. 

Tommy's voice sounded deeper than usual, touched with emotion, as he explained his reasoning behind purchasing the land. "Because I needed somewhere quiet to think sometimes, someplace where I didn't have to worry about anyone finding me," he told you as he approached and cupped your face tenderly. 

His thumb caressed your cheekbone, the tenderness evident in his gaze as he stared intently into your eyes. "Away from everyone and everything," he continued softly, his fingers brushing across your lips. "Just one more time… let us forget about who we are, eh? Let's enjoy ourselves here tonight..." Tommy went on to say and you couldn't resist the intensity of his stare nor his touch, the warmth in his voice drawing you closer to him.

"Why do I have to leave, Thomas?" you questioned him sadly, unable to mask your sorrow.

"Because, unless one of us does, I will not be able to resist this constant temptation that pulls us toward each other Love," he admitted solemnly, regret etched on his brow. His eyes held yours steadfastly, refusing to look away, seemingly willing you to understand why it must be done.  

"Then don't resist!" you urged passionately, stepping forward to press your body against his firm frame. Desire surging between you two, like an electric current sparking alive every cell within your bodies.

"You know it's not that fucking simple, eh?" Tommy growled, frustration seeping into his tone. "You are my fucking niece and we both know that this needs to stop," he declared forcefully, trying to suppress the desire threatening to consume him whole. But instead of withdrawing from your embrace, he pulled you closer, pressing his lips to yours in a passionate, hungry kiss. It was as if the very essence of his soul sought release through your mouth, through your body.

As your tongues tangled, he delved deep inside, probing and exploring, seeking something neither of you fully understood. With each thrust of his tongue, he seemed to find a part of you, awakening new sensations and passions.

"Don't you dare push me away for good, Tommy" you murmured breathily, clutching at his waist, digging your nails into his skin.

"We can't go on this way Love," he groaned, sweat trickling down his temple. "I want to protect you, and the rest of my family," he insisted, pulling back slightly, yet still maintaining eye contact with determination. "We need distance," he added.

He pushed you further against the tree behind you, pinning you there as he ravaged your mouth once more, his hands roaming eagerly over your curves.

Swept up in the moment, you lost track of time, the space around you falling away until there was only him—his scent, his taste, his touch. As his hand skimmed teasingly down your throat, stopping at the base of your neck, the feeling of being desired by this man consumed you completely.

He pressed harder against you, the heat radiating off his hard body causing your nipples to pebble beneath your clothes. Unable to contain yourself any longer, you ground your hips against him, silently begging for relief.

"Please, Tommy," you pleaded, gasping for air, begging him to take you. 

Tommy paused, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried to regain control of his ragged breathing. Gathering what little composure remained, he ran his calloused finger down your neck, tracing its curve towards your shoulder blade, creating goosebumps along your skin.

Reaching beneath your skirt, he pulled down your panties roughly, exposing your feminine folds to the cool evening breeze, sending shivers running down your spine. Your legs began to quiver involuntarily.

His hot breath tickled your ear as he muttered huskily, "just one last time, eh?" before unbuckling his belt swiftly. He then unzipped his pants and pushed them down, causing his erection to spring free, thick and hard, demanding attention.

Without warning, he pushed up your skirt and made you lift your right leg so that it would wrap around his waist, giving him the perfect angle to align his manhood with your soaking wet core.

Your breath caught in your throat as you watched him position himself. Desire, excitement, and fearsome anticipation melded together inside you, creating a potent mix of emotions. Your thighs trembled violently, preparing themselves for his penetration.

In spite of his best efforts to retain self-control, the animal instinct rose to the surface when Tommy grabbed hold of your ass and yanked you flush against his rock-hard cock. Then, he gave it a slight push, forcing entry into your tight, moist cavern.

"Ah! Oh god yes!" you cried out loud, welcoming his fullness with sheer bliss.

Feeling the warmth of his flesh spread throughout your entire being, you moaned, reveling in the pleasure you were experiencing.

Your head fell backward against the tree trunk as you absorbed the powerful sensations pulsing through your body.

Every nerve ending came alive with exquisite pleasure as Tommy began to move rhythmically inside you. The moonlight cast a soft glow on his rugged features, illuminating the raw passion consuming him. The air filled with the primal sounds of ecstasy as your lovers joined together in their most fervent union.

As the fire ignited between you both grew stronger, Tommy wrapped his arms securely around your waist, locking you tightly against him. He moved with deliberate precision, ensuring he hit all the sweet spots with each thrust.

"Fuck Love, you feel so good," his voice rumbled low in his chest, resonating deep within your core.

"Tell me how good my cock makes you feel, tell me how much you want it."

Panting heavily, you managed to reply, "Oh God, Tommy... I can barely stand it anymore... I want it so bad, so fucking badly... you make me feel things I've never felt before."

Tommy grunted with satisfaction, increasing the pace and depth of his thrusts.

"I love you Y/N. I love you so fucking much," he said hoarsely, reaching down to cup your breast, rolling your already swollen nipple between his fingers. 

"I love you too, Tommy" you moaned as the pressure built up gradually, becoming almost too intense. Sensations flooded your body, culminating in a wave of pure bliss that coursed through you as you reached orgasm. Throwing your head back, your cries echoed around the woodland clearing, filling the silence with your rapturous release and, within seconds, Tommy followed suit. 

His movements became erratic, his breath coming in short bursts. Grunting audibly, he poured every bit of pent-up energy into the act, leaving nothing left for tomorrow. The earth shook beneath you, trees creaked and rustled, and birds scattered as the primordial forces took hold, claiming its prey.

Drenched in perspiration, Tommy cradled your face, tears streaming down his own as he looked deeply into your eyes.

"Promise me, no matter what happens in America, you won't forget our time together, eh" he whispered, a note of desperation in his voice.

"Never," you replied earnestly, leaning forward to place a gentle kiss upon his forehead. "Our connection runs far deeper than just blood. It may change form, but it shall always remain," you said without knowing that your forever continuing connection would be through the birth of your son. 

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[delicateflowerss]

Savior Complex

JJ Maybank can't stop thinking about you after he finds you during one of your late-night swims. He'll do anything to figure out who you are, even if you don't want him to.

Warnings: 18+, NON-CON, loss of virginity, dark!JJ, obsession, shoplifting, slight violence, pogue!reader

Word Count: 4.2k

this is loosely based off the daphne and apollo myth, enjoy <3

The first time JJ sees you he isn’t sure if you’re real or a figment of his imagination.

He’s not sure of the time. He just knows it’s late, the ocean matching the color of the night sky. The breeze hits him hard as he gulps down cheap beer.

He thought it would be a good night to take the boat out on the water.

Growing up, his dad would tell him how night was better for catching big fish.

He tells himself that he thought he would take his father’s advice out of pure boredom. Not because he was tired of feeling the crushing weight of silence in his house.

He isn’t as successful as he wanted to be, catching nothing of significance.

Until he sees you.

You’re far away from him, closer to shore than he is.

But once he spots you, he can’t take his eyes off you.

Even if he can’t make out your face, he can tell you’re the most beautiful creature he has ever laid his eyes on. You are graceful in your movements, like you learned how to swim before you could talk.

He could swear that your skin glowed in the moonlight.

You probably think no one is out there with you, acting like you aren’t under anyone’s prying eyes.

He almost feels bad while watching you, like he’s seeing something he’s not supposed to.

You finally swim away and all he can do is let you, leaving him alone.

You haven’t left his mind since that night. He doesn’t think he recognizes you so he’s not sure you’re even from the island.

But he doesn’t think you’re a Touron either.

So, who are you?

He tries again, going back out on the water only to possibly catch a glimpse of you.

He waits hours and the most interesting thing he sees is a whale passing by. It calls out, a loud and longing noise.

It’s alone in the ocean, searching for another just like itself.

It doesn’t take long for JJ to run out of beer, swearing under his breath when he finds the empty cooler.

Another hour passes before he spots you again.

His lips part slightly as he watches you bathe in the moonlight. Any coherent thoughts have left him.

Finally, he blinks, swallowing before he yells out to you.

“Hey!”

Startled, you stop your careless fun, staring back at the strange boy on the boat as you stay afloat.

Before he can say anything else, you’re already swimming away.

“Wait-,” he starts, reaching his hand out.

But you’re too far to even hear him. JJ doesn’t think he’s seen someone move that fast before.

He curls his fingers into his palm as he presses his lips together.

He thought he could at least find out your name. Instead, you were a fawn in the forest and he was the hunter, snapping a twig and ruining his moment to strike while letting you run away.

Another week has passed, and JJ still hasn’t been able to get you off his mind.

The only good thing that came out of his attempt to talk to you is that he was able to see your face before you swam away.

It’s burned into his memory, the first thing he thinks about when he wakes up and the last thing before he goes to sleep.

It’s not lost on him that he knows nothing about you. But he feels like he does. He feels like he’s supposed to know you.

He worries that he hit his head and should be taken to the hospital. He’s never felt this way about anyone before and he isn’t exactly sure why he feels this way about you.

It doesn’t help that he hasn’t seen you since. Not that he’s actively looking, but everyday he goes around wondering if he’ll see you today.

He knows your face and you must be somewhere on the island. It’s just up to fate or coincidence when you finally run into him.

“JJ, we’ve seen that movie ten times. We need to watch something different tonight.”

“I would love to hear you come up with something better. But I really don’t think you can,” JJ says, giving his friend a taunting look.

Pope rolls his eyes before retorting, “I can think of a thousand different movies better than C.H.U.D.”

It seems like JJ doesn’t hear him, the chiming of the bell above the shop door interrupts Pope’s sentence.

He trails behind JJ as they walk into the corner store.

“Hey, Bob. How ya doin’?” JJ greets the man at the register.

“I have my eye on you, JJ,” Bob simply replies.

The cheeky smile is wiped off JJ’s face before he heads right for the beer.

“6 or 12?”

“12. We’re completely out,” Pope responds.

JJ looks through the smudged glass one more time before grabbing the 12-pack and walking back to the register.

Except, he slows, blocking out whatever Pope is telling him.

“You’re 8 dollars short.”

“What? No-,” you start to say as you dig into the beat-up purse hanging off your shoulder.

“Sorry, Miss. You’re going to have to put something back.”

You give up on searching for more money, sighing as you point to the sugar. Bob puts it to the side and bags up the rest of your groceries.

Once you’re handed the paper bag, you’re walking out the door.

JJ almost freezes for a second, having seen the entire scene. He knows he can’t miss another chance.

He leaves the beer with Pope as he runs out the store.

“Hey! Wait,” he calls out to you.

This time, you turn around, not getting ready to run off.

You look back at him with a question in your eyes and it takes him a moment to think of what he’s going to say to you.

His eyes can’t help but rake over your figure. Your clothes don’t match your appearance, too worn out for such an alluring person.

“I couldn’t help but see that you didn’t get your sugar,” he explains, motioning back at the store. “Bob can be such a dick.”

He swallows when you don’t crack a smile, still staring at him with uncertainty.

“If you give me a second, I can see what I can do.”

All you do is stare.

“Okay? Just wait,” he quickly says before going back into the store.

He keeps his head down, going unnoticed while Bob is ringing up Pope. He sneaks through the aisles, grabbing a small pink carton off a shelf.

A triumphant smirk is painted on his lips when he slips out of the store, finding you waiting.

He doesn’t miss the surprise in your eyes as you take the sugar from him.

“You didn’t have to…”

“Don’t worry about it. Not a penny out of my pocket.”

You raise your eyebrows slightly, lips parting as you understand what he means.

“Still. You could get into a lot of trouble,” you wearily say.

“No trouble I haven’t already been in,” JJ says almost proudly. “Bob’s all talk anyway.”

“Well, thanks.” A small smile finally forms on your face.

JJ takes that as a win.

As you shift your feet, JJ scratches the back of his head before saying what’s really on his mind.

“I hope I didn’t scare you the other night.”

You slightly shake your head. But you bite your lip, like you’re stopping yourself from saying anything else.

“If I did, hopefully this made up for it.” JJ chuckles and as he starts to say something else, you cut him off.

“I have to get going. But thank you again,” you hurriedly say before turning around.

JJ watches you leave with an open mouth.

“What was that about?” Pope asks, stepping beside JJ, a pack of beer in his hand.

He glances at Pope but simply shakes his head.

He just wanted to know your name.

JJ’s unrest doesn’t last long. It’s only a few days later when he sees you again as he’s walking along the shore.

He notices you first while your eyes are glued to the sand, stopping every once in a while to pick something up.

By the time he reaches you, you have no choice but to look up, finding familiar blue eyes.

“Weird running into you again,” he remarks. “You aren’t following me, are you?”

He has to stop himself from grinning at the look on your face. You stare at him with wide eyes before shaking your head.

“No-.”

He laughs, unable to contain it anymore, flashing pearly white teeth at you.

“I’m just playing with you.”

You smile a little, eyes falling on the waves crashing onto the shore.

“What are you doin’ out here anyway?” JJ asks, trying to peek into your closed hand.

You hesitate before opening your curled fingers, showing him the seashells you’ve been collecting.

You worry he’s going to make fun of you but relief washes over you when he smiles.

“Wow. You just found all these?”

“Yeah. This one is my favorite.” You hold the seashell up and as the sun shines through the pearl color, JJ notices the sparkling tiny flecks.

He quickly moves his eyes to yours as you stare at its’ beauty, and he decides the seashell doesn’t have anything on the way your eyes shine.

“It’s pretty, but it doesn’t really have much on you.”

You cast your eyes downward at his comment and he internally curses at himself, the words having come out without him thinking.

He decides to change the subject, starting to squint because of the bright sunshine.

“How come I’ve never seen you before? You just move here or something?”

“No,” you answer. “I’ve pretty much been here for my entire life. I was just homeschooled so that’s probably why we’ve never met.”

“Homeschool,” he says the word like it’s foreign to him. “I can’t imagine what that would be like.”

“Lonely,” you immediately say.

Before JJ can say anything else, he hears the voices of his friends behind him. You notice them too, eyes scanning over the group that is loudly talking and laughing.

“If you’re not busy, you can come hang with us,” he offers, pointing to the group heading toward the two of you.

By the look on your face, he can tell you’re going to say no. He internally flinches to prepare for it.

“Hey, it’s the girl from the store,” Pope says, stumbling through the sand.

You smile sheepishly, feeling all eyes on you.

“Yeah, this is…” JJ hopes that you introduce yourself for him, still not knowing your name.

When you say it, he can’t help but repeat it over and over again in his head like he’s casting a spell.

“He’s not bothering you, is he?” John B asks lightheartedly.

“I was just inviting her to hang out with us,” JJ explains.

John B goes to say something else to JJ while Sarah gasps at the seashells you’re still holding.

“Those are beautiful! Did you just find these?” She runs her fingers over them. “I’m Sarah by the way,” she adds, throwing you a polite smile.

“And I’m Kie,” another girl says, giving a slight wave.

“Nice to meet you,” you say to both of them.

“So, what happened at the store? Is that where you met JJ?” Sarah asks with raised eyebrows.

“Uh, it’s a long story,” you chuckle a little.

“We’re all going back to John B’s. Why don’t you come and tell us about it?” When you hesitate, Kie continues, “come on. You have something better to do?”

You stare at the two girls’ hopeful eyes, waiting for your answer.

These are the kind of friends you always wished you had.

Finally, you nod, their grins overtaking their faces.

You feel his eyes on you more than once. There is a weight to it, lingering on you, feeling heavy on your skin.

You don’t really talk to JJ again that day, mostly talking to Sarah and Kie while you hang out on John B’s front porch.

JJ notices how you’re more comfortable around the girls. It never occurred to him that would probably be the case, being homeschooled and all.

You probably don’t have brothers, he guesses.

At least you’re there, around him. He can still learn things about you even in small ways.

That’s enough for him.

You don’t hesitate to accept when Sarah and Kie invite you to hang out with them again. You’ve never been the best at making friends and being isolated your whole life hasn’t helped.

So, you’re happy that they seem to want you to be their friend.

Almost everyone has gone inside by the time it gets dark.

Everyone except for you and JJ.

You both are drying off on folding chairs after an afternoon spent in the hot tub.

You were unsure when Sarah and Kie left. But you could tell Sarah wanted to be alone with John B, and Kie with Pope.

So, you’re left in the humid air with JJ. The only sounds are the hum of insects and the faint noise of a boat horn occasionally.

You both sip on beers, your mouth twisting up at the taste.

JJ is the first to break the silence.

“You know, for having been homeschooled, I’m surprised your parents let you go out in the middle of the night to swim in the ocean.”

His eyes peek over at you, and he takes note of how you keep your stare on your hands in your lap.

You swallow, the words not coming easily to you.

“Um, my dad left a while ago. And my mom was never really around so…”

The air suddenly feels thicker, a somberness settling between the two of you.

JJ’s lips part as you continue, “I live alone. I have for the last year. That’s why I don’t always have enough to buy things like sugar.”

Your voice is fragile, like it could crack at any given moment.

You finally meet his gaze, and you almost wish you hadn’t.

He has that look of pity that you know all too well, but there’s something else there.

“I guess we have more in common than I thought,” is all he says.

You look at him, confused, until realization hits you. Not many people steal for fun, they do it because they have to.

“Why don’t I take you fishing tomorrow?” His usual cockiness is back, any seriousness from earlier is long gone. “People like us have to learn how to live off the land.” A smirk grows on his lips, an electricity present in his blue eyes. “Don’t worry, I’ll teach you everything you need to know.”

You smile, not wasting a second in saying yes.

People like us dance around in your head.

You and JJ start bright and early, going out on the water in the same boat where you first saw him.

You worried fishing would be boring, but you don’t miss a thing JJ does or says as he gets everything ready.

You two end up getting a full net of fish and JJ knows all the work was worth it just to see the smile on your face.

As the day gets later, you can’t help but jump into the water for a quick swim. You feel better in the water, like your head is clearer.

All JJ can do is watch and he still doesn’t understand why it seems like you were born to be in the water, like it’s your home. A serenity passes over you that he’s never seen on anyone else.

Later in the afternoon, you show JJ where you live so he can dock near it.

It’s not a house you’re proud of, but it’s all you have.

Oddly, you don’t feel ashamed when JJ steps foot into it. You don’t get the feeling like you have to pretend around him.

JJ looks around as you both bring the fish in. It’s quaint but cleaner than his house could ever be.

“Should we start frying up this fish?” he asks you, already knowing your answer.

The hot, sticky air has started to cool a little. You and JJ sit under a tall oak tree in your front yard, moss draped over branches helping to shade you from the setting sun.

Dirty plates sit by your legs as JJ reclines against the tree, relaxed with his eyes closed. The sun-bleached strands of his hair stick up, messy and uncared for. You notice he runs his hand through his hair a lot, seemingly absentmindedly on his end.

His eyelids finally open, startling you as he catches you staring at him.

Your eyes fall to your knees, finding an ant crawling on your skin. You brush it off, hoping it finds a soft spot in the green grass beneath you.

When JJ looks at you, he still sees a question mark. There’s still so much he doesn’t know or understand about you. Anytime he feels like he’s getting somewhere with you, you pull away.

He wishes he could open your skull and find out exactly what you’re thinking.

But he can’t do that.

He hopes a simple comment will suffice for now.

“I had fun today.”

You finally look back at him, a smile easily forming on your face.

“Me too.”

You’re so close to him that he can smell the sea salt on your skin. It clouds his mind along with the way you keep your eyes set on him.

He barely thinks as he leans in closer, his nose bumping into yours.

You freeze, letting his lips ghost over yours, warm breath fanning over you.

“JJ,” you whisper, making him pause.

You pull away when he falters, watching the dazed look in his eyes disappear before looking down.

Before anger or disappointment can wash over his face, you grab his hand.

“Not right now, JJ. But…maybe someday.”

He meets your gaze and what you see is worse than what you tried to prevent.

Hope.

But that hope is quickly dashed away when you stop coming around to The Chateau.

He wishes you had just told him right when he tried to kiss you that you didn’t feel the same way. But he’s not sure that would have stopped the continuous thoughts about you.

Or the pain in his chest.

He dodges his friends’ questions about you. They seem to handle the rejection better than he can, disappointed and perplexed at best.

The silence in his house seems louder too, an unbearable noise he can’t tolerate anymore.

So, he looks for noise.

Your screen door slams as you walk out onto the porch. You’re wearing a dress, clean and old-looking.

Even when he’s angry with you, he can’t stop from dragging his eyes over you.

You must have seen him coming up the path to your house, finding him just outside.

There’s a roughness to you that he hadn’t seen before, and he realizes you couldn’t have made it this far by being gentle.

“Why haven’t you been around to John B’s?” His forehead is creased, and he doesn’t try to soften his words.

“JJ-.”

“Because when you said, “not right now,” I thought you meant we would at least be friends,” he spits out.

“Really? I had a feeling you wouldn’t be happy with that either.” You cross your arms, not moving an inch.

Your reply just makes him shake his head.

“Do you want the truth, JJ?”

“Yeah. That would’ve been nice from the beginning.” His eyes find yours while you gnaw on your bottom lip.

“I like you, JJ. But I can’t be with you.” Unlike him, you soften your words. But it doesn’t stop the next thing coming out of your mouth to him like a slap in the face.

“Ever.”

“What?” he asks in disbelief.

“I can’t do the boyfriend thing,” you immediately explain. “I need my space. And my independence. It’s also a promise I made. You might not understand but-.”

“I can give you space.” He steps closer to you.

“No. That’s not enough.” You back away as he gets closer.

“I don’t get it. You want to be alone for the rest of your life?” Bewilderment laces his tone.

“It’s not like that, JJ. I would have liked to be your friend. But nothing more.”

He stands there and listens, finally understanding what you’re saying. His pain is clear, eyes seeming to dim when he realizes you mean it.

“Maybe you’re just scared,” he tries again, reaching his hand out to you. But you squirm away, shaking your head.

You step past him, finally able to get around him, moving to the grass of your front yard.

“I’m sorry but it’s not going to happen. Just leave me alone, JJ.”

You stare at the back of his head, waiting for him to admit defeat.

Then he turns around and the look on his face is anything but. He has the same dazed look in his eyes as the day he tried to kiss you.

“I-I can’t,” he simply says, walking closer to you. “No matter what I do, I can’t stop thinking about you.”

Fear jumps in your chest, moving to your veins.

“I need you.”

His fingers only wrap around your arm for a few seconds. With all your strength, you wiggle out of his grasp, adrenaline pushing you to run far away from him.

Your house is removed from the civilization of The Cut, just water and backroads surrounding it. When you hear JJ’s footfall behind you, all you can do is hope that you know the land better than he does.

After a while, dirt starts to turn to mud as your legs start to get tired. Trees surround you and swampy water lies ahead of you. You realize no one is going to be driving back here because of it so your hope of someone finding you is washed away.

There’s also nowhere for you to go besides the way you came. But as you try to catch your breath, you’re not sure if you can even run any longer.

Hopefully JJ got tired too, or even lost.

Except, it’s not long before you hear a particularly loud footstep. He says your name wearily as you whip your head around. He keeps his steps slight, moving toward you little by little, trying not to let you get away again. He looks like he’s trying to catch his own breath.

But as you look around, you don’t have much of a choice of where to go.

One failed attempt to run past him lands you in his arms.

The noise you let out is of pure frustration and fear. When he pushes you to the ground, you can’t stop the sobbing, tears streaming down your face.

You taste salty tears on your tongue, and it reminds you of the ocean. Will this just be a faded painful memory one day, or will the one thing you love be forever tarnished by this act of violence?

JJ’s weight lies on top of you as he kisses you, something he’s been wanting to do for a long time now. He tastes the tears on your lips, careless of the sob you let out when he comes up for air.

You push at his chest as he trails his lips along your neck. He claws at your dress, ripping it from your body, wanting to see more of you.

“Please, stop. JJ,” your attempts to stop him are dismissed.

You look up at the tall trees above you, almost touching the blue sky, shading you from the hot sun. You keep your eyes on the trees as you hear him undo his shorts.

A ragged cry leaves your lips as you feel him push inside you. A pleasured groan leaves his as he feels your cunt wrapped around him.

“It hurts,” you cry out, but he just shushes you.

“It’ll stop soon,” he says before thrusting into you again.

He keeps his eyes on you as his face contorts in the ecstasy he is getting from you.

His fingers ghost over your skin and they feel dirty, sticky for some reason. He rubs your breast before leaning down to take your nipple into his mouth, leaving a wet spot where his tongue was.

The pain fades like he says but something akin to seasickness twists in the pit of your stomach.

His thrusts get sloppier as you grab his arm. Love was never something that felt important to you. You didn’t want to show your vulnerabilities to someone, lying naked for them to see all of you.

But what do you do when someone forcefully picks you apart, watching you get bloody and raw from their doing.

He stills, a warmth filling you deep inside. JJ finds the crook of your neck, breathing heavily.

As he traces the damp skin of your cheek, he thinks about how he’s saving you. You thought life was better alone, but he’s here to show you differently. He’ll help you through the growing pains of changing, of learning to be with someone else.

As you lie under him, your eyes fall onto the white cloth of your dress.

It’s stained and ripped, thrown to the side, careless that it meant something to you.

#jj maybank #jj maybank x reader #obx #outer banks #dark!jj maybank #dark!jj maybank x reader

[onehundredandeleventropicalfish]

i see a lot of opinions around, about death, and why she didn't intervene in dream's imprisonment

and i think a lot of people have trouble reconciling the idea that she does care about him, with the fact that she didn't do anything?

so then you get the theories that she couldn't have saved him (as if burgess was ever a match for the endless, he only got dream because dream was still recovering from burning out 99% of his power in overture), or that she was stuck by the rules of the endless not interfering with each other (that's a whole other convoluted discussion topic)

but i feel like these theories all kinda. misread, who death is. or rather, they sort of assume she's a human being with the same mentality as a human, and not the literal personification of death

of course she cares about her brother. and of course she technically had the power to intervene. but think about her existence. think about the way in which she knows everyone, the life she's lived for billions of years, and the life she knows she'll live until she's the last consciousness left in the universe

she's an inherently passive entity, she has to be. because her entire purpose is to stand there for the end of every life in existence, often horrific and violent and unfair ones, and to tell them that's just the way of things. to ensure that that fate does indeed come to pass. she knows how everyone is going to die and she just has to keep talking to them like she doesn't

when she was younger, it was different. granted, she refused to help dream then too, because (at least according to dream) all the endless were incredibly prideful when they were young, and wouldn't even have tried to help each other. but also, we have her word that at one point her job got overwhelming. the fact that she had to stand by and watch so much tragedy, to ensure it happened, really got to her. and for a while, she stopped. one of the few times if not the only time she has ever made a strong decision in the face of fate - she stopped collecting souls. and that turned out much worse. in order to exist as herself, she had to find a way to not only be okay with who she is, but find meaning in it. the person who would get involved, who would stand up against unfairness, that person cannot be death of the endless

and think about death as a concept, for a sec, not just as a person. death is patient. death will come for everyone in time, but time is meaningless to it. i like this panel, from endless nights, for connecting that with death the person, because she is always there and always waiting (in this story she waits here for anywhere between 10 and 200 years, depending on how you look at it. and she explains in this story that time doesn't really work the same to her as it does to everyone else. time is her father, after all. she can wait. she will always wait.)

even when she takes human form, like we see in high cost of living, she is the epitome of go with the flow. she just follows where the universe takes her, doesn't try to change anything, just lets her curiosity and love for humanity put her in whatever situation fate decided she should be. and fate (whether that's her brother, the fates, or something else entirely) does play some role in it, because her human form was created with $10.02 in her pocket, which is the exact amount of money she ended up needing to spend that day. and she trusts that she won't need more than that, no matter how many questions are thrown at her about it

which is not an inherently bad thing! because living in the moment means she is so much more alive than her siblings, it gives her the ability to offer so much more empathy towards the mortals she has to spend most of her time with, it makes her in many ways a wonderful person. she's just, not a person of action

death doesn't show she cares by stopping the bad things from happening to you. she shows she cares by being there for you after. by having the patience, despite her busy job, to sit and chat with every single person who's ever lived, and to comfort them in the best way she knows how

which is exactly what she did

#i am very tired rn so hopefully this is coherent #but i've been thinking about this again a lot recently #like. that 'i know' to dream. it's the same way she talks to everyone else #100 years is really not long to her #and she probably knew he'd be okay eventually #or i mean. okay from that anyway #i do have a lot of thoughts about how this applies to the everything in the later story but that is for another post when i have more brain #death of the endless #dream of the endless #the sandman #meta #mine #(to be clear do not stop with the death saves dream aus those are fun to read for the sibling content) #(but yeah avenging angel not usually her style)

[sihtricfedaraaahvicius]

Note: it's almost Halloween and I will die on this hill. direct follow up to part 1.

Warnings: fluff & smut. 18+!

pairing: Modern!Sihtric x you (f)

Summary: Your night with the handsome (divorced) Dane continued at the Halloween fair.

Word count: 5,3k 

Masterlist

'Would you like me to give you some?'

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The bar at that Halloween fair was absolutely packed, and you were blessed to have found a table for six. The bar was warm, dimly lit, and most of all; loud. Which kind of sucked, because you wanted to talk with Sihtric, but he was seated at the opposite end of the table, and because of the light you could barely see his handsome face. However, you were sure he glanced over at you several times while talking to Finan and Uhtred, and you returned the glance ever so often when you spoke with Gisela and Ingrith. 

Soon, too soon, you found your glass empty in your hands and were in need of another drink. You walked past Sihtric on your way to the bar and he looked up, giving you a smile and a wink in passing, to which you could only giggle when your back was turned to him. Because the place was so loud and packed, no one noticed some drunk had taken your chair and moved it somewhere else to join his party. When you came back, you stood almost next to Sihtric, staring at the empty spot where your chair used to be.

'Oh,' you muttered, for no one to hear.

Sihtric noticed you had stopped in your tracks and looked up at you, followed your gaze and understood what had happened when he saw you looking around, confused and awkward, hoping to spot another empty chair. Sihtric's eyes darted around the bar too, but came to the same conclusion: there were five people for each chair in that place. Good luck if you wanted a seat.

You barely heard Sihtric clear his throat over the music before he called your name while nudging your arm.

'Hey,' he smiled and took your hand, 'come here?' 

You let him guide you as he pulled you closer. With questioning eyes he made you sit on his lap and asked if you were okay with that. To which you simply nodded with a smile and he pecked your cheek.

'What did you get?' Sihtric looked down at your drink.

You smiled sheepishly, 'Cola.'

'Zero?'

'No, regular. You savage,' you scowled to which he laughed.

'I think I should check your drink again,' he smiled cheekily, took your cup and, without waiting for an answer, took a few sips.

'Hey!' you smiled, 'go get your own drink!'

'I was only reassuring your safety, lady,' Sihtric grinned as you pulled your drink out of his hands, 'but I was also thirsty and couldn't be bothered to get up,' he admitted. You laughed and jokingly punched his chest.

The rest of your table was slowly becoming aware of you and Sihtric, smiling and talking together, as you sat in his lap with his arms loosely circled around your waist. Uhtred gave Finan a nudge and they both grinned at the sight. They contemplated taunting Sihtric, agitating him just for fun, but they decided now was not the right time. They agreed that Sihtric was, afterall, looking the happiest they had seen him in over seven years, and he simply deserved to have a good night after everything he had been through. They'd taunt him some other time, and went back to their own conversation.

Not much later Gisela and Ingrith also noticed the two of you were getting along rather well, just as Gisela had envisioned. She had urged Uhtred to invite you that night. She already knew, way before you had even met Sihtric, that you would be a perfect match for him. She knew it, had felt it, and had simply seen it that very first time she met you, when you moved in next door to the happy couple last year. But Sihtric was still, unhappily, married back then, and she knew that fate had made sure you and Sihtric never met before his divorce. Gisela just knew things sometimes, and no one questioned it, because she was always right. She whispered to Ingrith who then also looked over at you and they both giggled, knowing Gisela was right, once again, but they wouldn't interrupt you with that.

Sihtric really had to get close to make you hear him, as the bar was getting louder with each passing minute. But in truth, he was happy about that, because it allowed him to peck your cheek every now and then, without anyone noticing it, as he spoke to you or when you spoke to him.

'Hey, so, hmm,' he chuckled softly in your ear, which sent a whole army of butterflies to march through your stomach, 'I was wondering if I could get your number?'

'My number?' you smiled, 'can I get yours too then?'

'Oh, I'd rather not give my number…' Sihtric joked as he took out his phone. 

He unlocked his phone and handed it over to you. He watched how you added yourself to his contacts and told you to send yourself a text through his phone. You send yourself a clown emoji, to which Sihtric snorted and took another sip of your cola. You took your own phone out and Sihtric saw how you grimaced when you had to type in his name to be able to add him.

'Uh…' you chuckled awkwardly, 'how do I write your name again?'

'Do I need to spell it for you?' Sihtric chuckled in your ear and tightened his arms around you. You nodded with a shy smile and got ready to type.

'S,' Sihtric whispered, 'which stands for… sexy.' You both laughed and you waited for him to continue. 'I, which stands for irresistible. I swear, I'm not making this up,' he said as you shook your head, smiling.

'Next?'

'H, which clearly stands for hot, I mean,' he gave you a cocky look and you lightly shook your head again with a smile.

'T.'

'What does that stand for?' you taunted.

'Oh, come on now. T obviously stands for too sexy,' Sihtric snorted, 'and the next letter is R, which stands for ridiculously handsome.' He winked when you met his eyes.

'Of course, my bad,' you grinned with flustered cheeks.

'Another I, for…' Sihtric thought for a moment, 'incredibly cute.'

'Could be right,' you said and looked at him with a cheeky smile.

'Last letter is a C,' Sihtric said, waiting for you to take the bait.

'And what does that stand for?' you asked after you quickly saved his number.

Sihtric tried desperately to hold his laugh before he leaned in and whispered, 'Remember I'm not making any of this up. C obviously stands for my big co-'

You gasped, slapped his chest before he could finish his sentence and Sihtric squeezed his arms around your waist as he chuckled in your ear, just before he pecked your cheek again. Then he gently brought his hand to your chin and guided your lips to his. And as Sihtric loved to tease, he flicked his tongue against your lips, like he had done in the maze, and then softly bit your lower lip before he kissed you again, his tongue earning access into your mouth quick and smooth. You reluctantly pulled away from his lips, and he looked you up and down with a smirk as he leaned back against the chair's backrest.

'Sihtric,' you smiled and leaned in again, bringing your lips close to his ear, 'we're not being very subtle, are we?' 

'I don't care,' he answered, 'unless it makes you uncomfortable…'

'No, I just… I don't know. I didn't expect any of this to happen.'

'Neither did I.'

You smiled at each other and you lightly traced the scar on his cheek. 

'Your scars make you even more handsome,' you blushed and Sihtric suddenly looked vulnerable.

'You think so?' he asked cautiously.

'Yeah, I do.'

'Hm,' he hummed, 'not to bring up my ex again, but she always made me hide them as much as possible when we went out.'

'What?' you frowned, 'why?'

Sihtric shrugged, 'No idea. But I guess that's why I still cover this one up with my hair,' he pushed his hair back and you saw the large scar on his forehead, 'I do it without thinking even. That's how deep some people get into your mind without you even realising.'

You gave him a sad look and he ruffled his hair back over his scar again.

'No,' you smiled softly and pushed his hair back again, 'I don't think you should hide it.' You kissed his scarred cheek and then his scarred forehead. And when you pulled away, you were sure Sihtric had teared up, but he looked away quickly and pulled you in for a hug, burying his face in your neck. You hugged for a moment until you felt how he took your hands, and you looked down at your intertwined fingers.

'What are those tattoos?'

'Eh…' Sihtric hesitated, 'I don't want to scare you off, pretty lady. Maybe I'll tell you another time.'

'You think you can scare me off? We're at a Halloween fair, perfect time for scary stories,' you smiled.

Sihtric chuckled and shook his head lightly before he brought his lips back to your ear again as he held your hand.

'It's a memory, really. Each line is a life I took, from when I still worked with Uhtred and Finan.'

'You're serious?'

Sihtric nodded, 'But I promise I'm not some psycho.'

'I know,' you smiled, 'so… are those scars also a memory?' you said as you traced your fingers over his cheek again.

'They are. Of the times my life was almost taken.'

'Well… I'm really happy no one succeeded,' you said and cupped his cheeks.

Sihtric smiled a little shyly and kissed your cheek again, 'you're really damn cute, you know that?' he said softly in your ear.

'Am I?'

'Mhm. You have any plans for tomorrow, cutie?'

'Ehm, not really. But since it's Halloween weekend I was just planning on watching some movies at night.'

'On your own?'

'That was the plan, yes. Unless someone wants to join?' you smiled cheekily.

'I may know someone,' Sihtric smiled, 'but what are you doing during the day?'

'Are you asking me out?'

'Would you say yes?'

'Hmm,' you pretended to be in deep thought, 'maybe,' you teased.

Before Sihtric could speak again, Finan yelled through the bar that he had enough to drink and wanted to head out again. So you all got up and followed the slightly drunk Irish Man as he made his way to a haunted house, but not before Sihtric quickly grabbed another drink. 

You all went into the haunted house, and luckily there were no horror clowns in this one. But as it was dark, noisy and strobe light effects blinded you at each corner, you told Sihtric you were heading back out before you'd hit a sensory overload. The others had continued, you hoped, because you couldn't even see them anymore, while Sihtric followed you back out. You told him it was okay if he wanted to continue, but he said there was no way he'd let you wait out here on your own.

'Why not? Scared I'll run off and go home?' you joked as he leaned back against the side of the haunted house.

'Oh, no, you won't run off,' Sihtric took a sip from his drink and pulled you towards him, 'you like this place too much to leave, I can tell. I'm more scared someone will see you and steal you away from me.'

You didn't have a sensible answer to that so you just kissed him. And he kissed you after that. And shortly after that, you were making out behind the haunted house, as there was still no trace of the other couples.

'Do you know what you do to me?' Sihtric's voice was hoarse in between kisses.

'Well I can definitely feel it,' you giggled while breathing just as heavy as him.

'Yeah?' Sihtric pushed you up against the haunted house wall, 'you better start behaving soon or you'll have a problem,' he chuckled.

'Is that a warning or a threat?' you grinned and snuck your hands under his sweater.

'Neither, lady,' he said, 'it's a promise.'

'And what's that problem?' you asked and kissed his lips, slowly, sloppily, as Sihtric squeezed your hip and tried to not spill his drink.

'I'll be your problem, babe,' Sihtric smiled and felt your nails rake over his abs.

'I'll gladly take care of that problem,' you gave him a cheeky smile and leaned in for another kiss.

'Oi!' the Irish man startled you mid make out session, 'hands where we can see them!' 

You giggled and hid your face in Sihtric's chest, who just chuckled and wrapped his arms around you.

'We go to the ferris wheel, now!' Uhtred yelled, a little tipsy.

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'Let's go,' you said as you held Sihtric's hand and looked up at the giant wheel.

'Eh,' Sihtric hesitated, 'I- I'm not sure about this one, babe.'

'What?' you laughed, 'you're not telling me you're afraid of the ferris wheel?'

Sihtric shrugged.

'No! Out of everything here? Sihtric!' you howled, 'how!?'

'I don't like heights,' he confessed.

'Okay, fair,' you smiled, 'but look, the cabins are completely closed. It's perfectly safe.'

'I don't know…' Sihtric was going over every doom scenario in his head right now. He loved those Final Destination movies when he was younger, but they definitely left a mark.

'Come on,' you smiled and batted your eyelashes at him, 'it's not Final Destination.'

'Wait,' Sihtric said as you pulled him towards the ferris wheel, 'wait!'

'What?'

'Why did you just say that?'

'Said what?'

'That about Final Destination…'

'Why?' you chuckled, 'I was only joking Sihtric, riling you up here,' you said as you poked his chest.

'Yeah, I know,' Sihtric said, clearly startled, 'but I- I was just thinking about those movies and then you said that. It's… It's a sign. You know… like an omen. I'm- I'm not going in there, baby.'

'Are you serious?' you frowned.

'I am,' he suddenly felt embarrassed and blushed , 'I- I'm sorry.'

'But… did you see the accident happen? Like in those movies?' you couldn't help teasing him just a little more.

'Well, no, but-'

'Then nothing will happen!' you grinned.

Sihtric knew you had a valid point and he sighed.

'Come on,' you tried again and pulled him close, 'I'll distract you,' you winked and immediately snorted at your awkward attempt to flirt.

'Stop it,' Sihtric smiled and bit down on his lip, 'or you'll convince me.'

'Hey!' Gisela yelled from a distance, 'we got your tickets!'

'What?' Sihtric frowned, panicked.

'It's a sign,' you smiled and dragged Sihtric with you, who was glad he still had some alcohol in his cup.

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'I don't like this,' Sihtric said as the cabin door closed, quickly taking another sip of his drink.

'Relax,' you tried to encourage him as you sat across from him.

'How long is this ride anyway?' Sihtric shifted nervously.

'The sign said about twenty minutes.'

'Twenty minutes?!' Sihtric exhaled sharply.

'Just close your eyes. Take a nap?'

'And then sleep through my own death? Sure,' he chuckled. 

You laughed and looked at him as he looked at you.

'You're funny,' you said softly and felt shy again.

'You're cute,' Sihtric smirked, 'and what about that distraction?'

'Huh?'

'You said you'd distract me,' Sihtric said with a cheeky smile and pleading eyes.

'Oh,' you chuckled, 'yeah… what about that?'

'Well, I think you're sitting a little too far away to distract me properly,' Sihtric smiled and beckoned you over. You moved to sit next to him but he placed his hands on your hips and guided you onto his lap.

'Hm,' he hummed, one hand on your waist as his other moved up to your neck, and he looked up into your eyes, 'yeah, I like this better already.'

'Oh, you do?' you grinned and placed your hands on his shoulders.

'Yeah,' Sihtric whispered, and he pulled you in for a kiss. It was another soft, slow and sensual kiss which ended up being sloppy. And it made your head spin again.

'Okay,' Sihtric licked his lips after he broke the kiss, 'I'm waiting.'

'For what?' you frowned.

'For you to distract me.'

You laughed and shook your head lightly, 'was a kiss not enough?'

'Absolutely not,' he smiled and bit down on his lip as his eyes trailed over your figure.

'Then what else would you like?'

Sihtric looked deep into your eyes as the cabin filled itself with a new kind of tension.

'What else will you give me?' he asked.

'There's a lot I can give you, but I don't think there's enough time.'

'You said twenty minutes?' Sihtric tilted his head to the side as he kept his eyes on you, 'there's a lot I can do in twenty minutes,' he whispered and pulled you in for another sloppy kiss.

'Oh, yeah?' you breathed and rocked your hips lightly.

'Hmm,' Sihtric hummed, taking your hips and adding some more pressure as you continued grinding against his hardening cock, 'yeah, I can make you feel real good in those twenty minutes,' he said softly with a smile, licking his lips as he looked you up and down again, 'really good, babe.'

Your breath became heavier as you felt his excitement, and Sihtric started to moan softly against your lips when you kissed him.

'You like that?' you teased, slowly rolling your hips against his.

'Hm, I do,' his voice was hazy, 'I'd like a little more, baby,' he pecked your lips, 'will you give me a little more?'

'I… I don't … usually have sex with someone I just met,' you felt you ruined the moment, but you had your standards, 'I'm sorry if that's what you expec-'

'No, no, no,' Sihtric hushed you quickly with a soft kiss, 'I don't have any expectations, sweet thing. You can give me anything you feel comfortable with. And,' he smiled at you with heavy-lidded eyes, 'I can give you a little something too if you like,' he chuckled as he winked, 'would you like that, baby? Would you like me to give you some?'

'Yeah,' you breathed hard. Sihtric's voice was so incredibly sexy as he spoke soft, low and slower than usual right now.

'Yeah?' he chuckled lightly again and leaned back, 'I need you to take those jeans off for me then.' 

He nodded at your legs and took a sip from his drink as you got up, unbuttoning your jeans quickly, knowing you only had a limited amount of time. You dropped your jeans to your ankles and Sihtric undid his jeans too, pulled them down his knees and sat back again.

'Are you left or right handed?'

'Right,' you answered.

'Okay, come here,' he smiled and took your hand, pulling you to sit on his left thigh, and he pulled you back against his chest, 'are you comfortable?'

'Yeah,' you nodded with a smile as you sat back, more relaxed than you anticipated, resting your head back against his shoulder.

'Good,' Sihtric said and moved his hand up to your thigh, to your panties, 'I'm going to treat you really good, babe,' he whispered in your ear and snuck his hand down your panties. You immediately closed your eyes and smiled at the touch of his rough fingers playing with your clit, and you slipped your hand into his boxers, taking out his big, hard cock. 

You started working each other with your hands, both smiling with your eyes closed, moaning softly and bucking your hips real slow to each other's touch. Sihtric teased you for a moment before he slid two fingers inside you.

'Hm, you're so wet,' Sihtric husked in your ear, 'did I make you this wet?'

'Y-Yeah,' you moaned, feeling his fingers slowly fucking you as you worked his cock with your hand, 'and you've been this hard for me?'

'I've been hard for you all night,' Sihtric breathed heavily in your ear as his pace quickened, his fingers sliding in and out of you fast. He chuckled softly, 'hmm, I really like this,' he moaned and threw his head back as you tighten your grip on his pulsating cock, 'you like it too, babe?'

'Mhm,' you moaned, your walls clenching his fingers, 'keep it going like that. That's really good,' you smiled.

'Told you I'd make you feel really good,' Sihtric laughed playfully and bit your ear softly, 'I'll make you cum too, and I want you to be really loud.'

'I will only be loud if you deserve it,' you teased, 'so you better earn it.'

Sihtric let out a low grunt at your teasing. He slid his two digits in and out of you faster and harder, making you rock your hips against his hand as your climax neared.

'Oh, fuck,' you moaned, 'keep going, hm.'

'I'm gonna cum soon, babe,' Sihtric breathed hard in your ear, 'you feel so good, I can't hold much longer.'

'Oh my god,' you moaned, 'w-wait, don't, we,' you slightly panicked in your aroused state, 'we got nothing to clean up with.'

'Fuck,' Sihtric moaned, trying to delay his high as he tried to think of where he could finish without leaving a whole mess in a… ferris wheel cabin.

'Your cup,' you chuckled, 'just… finish in-' you couldn't finish your sentence as your own high suddenly captured you whole, and you came with a loud moan, your back arched and your hand grabbing onto the leather bench Sihtric sat on. Sihtric worked you through your high with a desperate groan as he had to restrain himself.

'Oh my god,' you said with ragged breath when he pulled his fingers out. 

And even though Sihtric hadn't finished his drink yet, there seemed to be no other way right now, so it was the only way. And shortly after you had finished, his loud, low grunt filled the cabin as he came. 

You sat on his lap, both panting as he buried his face in your neck, trying to catch your breath after this absurd moment of lust had taken complete control over the two of you. You both chuckled and you leaned your head against his.

'You're insane,' you giggled.

'So are you,' he smiled and looked up at you, 'just the way I like it. Give me a kiss?'

You kissed his lips soft, and soon it got sloppy again, as that is what Sihtric seemed to enjoy, but it didn't last long because you suddenly realised those twenty minutes were probably almost over. You both quickly pulled your pants back up and adjusted your clothes as if nothing had happened. And then, when you still had a few minutes left, he pulled you back towards him. Sihtric moaned softly as you kissed, and he sucked and licked your lips whenever he could, to which you both hummed and smiled. He was irresistible, you thought. And he thought the same about you.

'You better check that drink of yours before you take a sip,' you snorted as you looked at his contaminated cup.

'You want to check for me, baby?' he grimaced and then laughed, 'yeah, we gotta throw this out quick. Leave no evidence, right?' he winked.

You rolled your eyes with a smile and kissed his lips again, just before an employee opened the cabin door, and you both got out. Out of all couples, you two were the last ones to get off the ride, and your four friends all looked annoyed and agitated, whereas you and Sihtric couldn't stop smiling.

'What's wrong with you guys?' you frowned and Sihtric moved his arm around your shoulders after he had gotten rid of his "drink".

'No one got lucky I guess?' Sihtric grinned.

'Ride's too short,' Finan huffed and walked off.

'No, you take too long,' Ingrith rolled her eyes at her husband and followed.

You and Sihtric tried to look as nonchalantly as possible and turned to Uhtred and Gisela.

'Our babysitter called to say Stiorra threw up,' Gisela mumbled, arms crossed.

'Nothing ruins the mood more than children,' Uhtred sighed.

'I told you to switch off your phone,' Gisela hissed and also walked away. Uhtred followed.

You looked up at Sihtric and you both started to laugh as he leaned his forehead against yours.

'I got really lucky,' he smiled and kissed your lips softly, 'thank you.'

'Me too,' you chuckled, 'thank you too.' And before you could kiss his lips again, the others called you over, saying it was time to go home.

You and Sihtric simply wished this night would never come to an end, and he held your hand tightly in his as you walked over the fair, back to the parking lot.

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'Hey,' Uhtred and Finan beckoned you over as Sihtric reluctantly let go of your hand and walked up to his car.

'What?' you asked the men after they had walked you a little further away from Sihtric.

'Look,' Uhtred said, 'we all can see there's something going on between you and Sihtric.'

'Aye,' Finan agreed, 'you like him? Like… really like him?'

'Yeah,' you felt flustered and glanced over your shoulder to Sihtric, who sat on the hood of his car and looked at his phone, 'I… I do. I really like him.'

'Good,' Uhtred said, 'because it's clear that he really likes you too. But, I beg you, please be careful with him.'

'What do you mean?'

'Sihtric's marriage was a trainwreck,' Finan said cautiously, 'he's a sensitive guy. And the way that witch treated him all those years…'

'It almost killed him,' Uhtred continued, 'he speaks lightly of it, but it was a straight up nightmare. She completely broke him down. I know it's not for us to tell you this,' Uhtred sighed, 'but I know he won't tell you himself anytime soon. She ruined him, burned him to the ground. He gave her the world and nothing was good enough. He was never good enough. It messed him up. Made him closed off, insecure… it was almost the end of him. And, honestly, I never thought I would ever see that boy smile again because of a woman.'

'But you, lady…' Finan stroked his beard, 'this is the first time in years we've seen a glimpse of the old Sihtric again. Before he was married, you know? Fun, good-spirited, always in for an adventure and a joke.'

'But that was not the guy we saw the past years. We… we never told him,' Uhtred hesitated, 'but his ex really ruined these Halloween fairs for everyone. She hated it, well she hated everything Sihtric loved really.But she would complain the entire night. She didn't want to join in on anything and only sat there, arms crossed, bitch faced.'

'Oh my god,' you said softly, 'I… I mean he told me something, like, the way she told him to hide his scars?'

'Yeah, that's another thing,' Uhtred scoffed, 'like I said, whatever he did, whatever he looked like, it was never good enough for her. And he started to believe it. He still believes it. And that is why I ask you to be careful with him. By all means, explore your feelings for him, but the moment you feel he's not the right guy for you, then tell him. Do not drag it out. Please, just don't.'

'No… I- I won't. I'm not like that,' you said.

'I know,' Uhtred said, 'I just had to hear it from you.'

'Look, lass,' Finan put his hand on your shoulder, 'his eyes have been empty for as long as I can remember. But the second he saw you tonight, there was this spark again, out of nowhere. And his entire energy flipped like a switch and he… he's…'

You saw Finan's eyes tear up, which made you tear up and then Uhtred teared up as well.

'That guy,' Finan struggled, 'will give you his entire bloody heart, in fact, he already did. I know it, I can see it. And do not,' he sniffled, 'do not break it or take it for granted, please. It will kill him. Not many people understand him and his interests, or the things he does in his free time, and his ex basically bullied him for years. If I could slap a bi-' 'As you can tell,' Uhtred interrupted, 'we're not fans of her. Anyway, Sihtric really deserves someone just like him; kindhearted and a little bit... freaky, I suppose,' he laughed.

'So you really like him?' Finan asked again.

'I do,' you felt your cheeks heat up and tried to hide your smile, 'he's really sweet… and handsome.'

'He told you about his spooky interests yet?' Finan asked.

'His what? Uh, no?' you chuckled.

'Let her find out,' Uhtred grinned, 'just don't break his heart!'

'I won't.'

'And keep us updated!' Finan hugged you and you waved at Ingrith, who was already in the car.

Uhtred hugged you goodbye as well and Gisela ran over for a quick hug too, and she took your hands.

'You and Sihtric belong together, you'll see,' Gisela said, and then she got back in the car, and you watched them all leave. 

When you looked at Sihtric, who was still sitting on the hood of his car, he was already looking at you and he smiled, almost shyly. You walked over to him and he was quick to lace his fingers with yours.

'Hey,' he said softly, 'everything okay? With Finan and Uhtred?'

'Yeah,' you smiled, 'they're really good friends, Sihtric, you're lucky to have them.'

'I am,' he nodded.

You looked at each other and you moved closer, sliding your hands under his flannel again while he circled one arm around your waist and cupped your cheek.

'I wish I could take you home,' Sihtric whispered, 'I just don't want to let go of you.'

'I wish we had more time tonight too,' you smiled, 'but it's getting late. And I'm getting sleepy.'

Sihtric nuzzled your nose softly, 'I'd let you sleep in my arms.'

'And I would love that,' you pecked his lips, 'but not yet. I can't let you have all of me right away, where's the fun in that?'

Sihtric smiled and looked away from your eyes, 'I know,' he said quietly, 'do you still want to see me tomorrow?'

'Of course,' you pulled him even closer, 'of course I want to see you.'

Sihtric smiled and hummed softly, 'So… what time should I pick you up?'

'What are we going to do?'

'That's a surprise,' Sihtric said, 'I already planned to go and do this on my own tomorrow, but I would like to have you with me. I think you may like it too.'

'You really won't tell me?' you pouted.

'Don't tempt me with that face,' Sihtric bit down on his lip and cupped your cheeks, 'you're too cute.'

'Well fine, then I'll find out tomorrow.'

'You will.'

'I will text you, okay? I'll text my address and then we can figure out a time?'

'Yeah, sure,' Sihtric said and he kissed your lips gently. 'I really like you,' he said and held you close.

'I really like you too,' you kissed his cheek, 'thank you for making my first Halloween fair so much fun.'

'Yeah,' Sihtric chuckled, 'it was the first fun time here for me as well.'

'And tomorrow will be fun too,' you smiled and kissed his lips quickly before you took a step back, 'I should really go now. I need some sleep.'

'Alright,' Sihtric held your hand as you stepped away, 'promise you text?'

'I promise.'

'Okay. Well, drive safe,' Sihtric said and kissed the back of your hand, 'I'm happy I've met you, little bat.'

'Same goes for you,' you giggled soft and waved awkwardly as you walked to your car.

The whole drive back home you couldn't stop smiling and squealed at the fact he called you "little bat". Could he possible be just as obsessed with the dark and macabre as you were? Once you were home, you immediately texted that handsome Dane. And you couldn't wait to find out what his "spooky interests" were.

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Stained Red - Chapter 8

Time

WARNING: SMUT AHEAD

The Vigilante

Matt has a love/hate relationship with his heightened senses. In his office, he can hear every drop, every scratch, and every step.

He heard you texting, all day. The only thing he knew was that it wasn't him.

He would occasionally hear a giggle or two escape your lips.

That enraged him.

He wasn't the one making you smile, he wasn't the one you were talking to all day.

Matt knew you threw the note in the garbage. To be expected, but there was a sliver of hope that you would go into his office, engulf his nostrils with your sweet scent, and forgive him.

He should know better than to think it would be that easy to earn your forgiveness.

Matt has dealt with his fair share of situationships, but a real relationship? Never. He could get over girls faster than they could get under him. Sex was sex. But you, you're different. Every taste he got of you made him want you more. He didn't want to fuck you and leave. He also didn't want anyone else touching you, ever.

His hand formed into a fist as he heard your fingers tapping away at your screen. Matt needs to figure out how to tell you about his vigilante activities, and fast.

Princesa

The day goes by faster than usual, but your mind was still preoccupied with thoughts of a specific Murdock.

One thing for certain is that you do not give in easily, let alone give in first. Matthew could write a note every day to you for 20 years, each would end up with the same fate. Being stuffed in the trash.

Your long coat glided along the steps as you exited the office, a familiar voice filling your ears.

"Night, Fog." Matt's voice felt like silk to your skin. You stopped in your tracks at the top of the stairs - as if he couldn't sense that you were there already. "I know you're there. I'm not gonna do anything." Matt took out his cane, pushing the door open.

"What if I want you to?" Matt can sense the faux innocence in your voice. His mouth curves into a smirk before he heads out the door.

You were being manipulative and toxic at this moment, but your core was begging for Matt. So, we'll blame it on that.

His voice alone made your toes curl and your cunt throb with need. You've been wanting to have sex with Matt for awhile, and being mad at him for whatever reason was making you want him more.

"Matthew." You follow him out the door, jogging to where he was on the sidewalk.

Matt pulled you in by your coat, pressing his lips to your ear. "Don't tempt me." He gently nibbled on your ear before pulling away, leaving you speechless.

A few hours later

You've retired your work clothes for the day and opted for a low cut tank top, sweat shorts that barely covered your ass, and a slouchy cardigan on top.

As you sipped your 3rd iced latte of the day, you thought about Matt. For the billionth time.

Were you willing to push away his secrets to have him in your life still?

Maybe.

You: Matthew. Come over.

Seen.

You: Please don't make me look more pathetic than I already feel.

Matthew: Beg.

Where was the sweet Matthew that you knew?

You: Come over and I'll beg all night.

Seen.

A half hour passed, so you decide to go into your room for the remainder of the night. Your core was aching for attention and you were gonna give it to her with or without Matt.

Bzzzzz.

You hear your door buzz, knowing it could only be one person. You buzzed him in, leaning against your doorframe.

Matt's wearing a black coat, grey sweatshirt with matching pants (slutty grey sweats), with his usual glasses. He brought one of his hands to your face, caressing it gently. His other hand glided down your curves to the end of your shorts.

"You leave the house in these?" Matt growled in your ear, cupping one of your ass cheeks.

"Not in the winter." You whisper in his ear, pulling him into your place. "Why? They're cute, no?"

"You keep playing with me." Matt took off his jacket, slipping his shoes off at the entryway. "I can be sweet, but once you tempt me too much, I can't hold back."

Matt seemed... angry. Territorial, protective, and angry.

"I would love to meet the sour side of you, Matthew." You go into your kitchen, grabbing a glass for wine. You open the wine bottle with a 'pop' and start pouring.

You feel Matt's body against your back, and a familiar erection pressing against your leg. Matt starts kissing your neck, subtly leaving bite marks to your shoulder.

You wanted to protest his touch and make him work for you. After all, he's still holding secrets that you don't know about.

Sipping your wine, you pressed your ass into him, teasing him more. You heard a breathy moan leave his lips, your core throbbing. Matt trailed his hands to your neck, pressing his fingers against the sides gently.

Fuck.

His fingers made their way to your shorts, sliding into them.

"No panties today?" Matt whispered in your ear, caressing your lips. "Bad girl." He slipped two fingers into your pussy, catching you off guard. "You're so wet for me too."

Setting the glass of wine on the counter, you lean into Matt's chest, letting your body bend to his every want and need. His calloused fingers pumped in and out of you while his lips were attached to your neck.

He could feel your walls pulsating around his fingers as you moan his name. "Matt, I-"

Matt's fingers retreat from your pussy, leaving you feeling a void in your core.

"You fucking tease." You turn to face him, a smirk taking over his entire face.

"What do you want, princess?" Matt took his two fingers and slid them in his mouth, sucking on them gently.

Fucking hell. This man is going to ruin you.

When you didn't reply, he asked again.

"I can't read your mind, princess. Tell me what you want."

Instead of telling him, you had a different plan. You led him to your bedroom, laying down on your back once you reached the bed. Your fingertips slipped under his sweatshirt, feeling his abdominal muscles and chest.

"For a writer, you certainly say little words." Matt snaked his body on top of you, hovering his lips an inch from yours. "Princess, tell me."

"You, Matthew. You." You reluctantly say against your better judgement. Your heart wants Matt, but your brain is saying to investigate these secrets before giving yourself to him.

We will deal with the brain later.

"Are you sure?" Matt takes off his glasses, caressing your cheek softly. "I know I messed up, I-"

"Pretend that's not happening right now. I don't want to deal with it. I just want you."

Matt's pillow soft lips pressed against yours for what felt like the first time in years. His movements were no longer based in anger, but they felt passionate. His right arm wrapped around you, pressing you into him as you rested your arms around his neck, opening your mouth to let him in.

His tongue found its home in your mouth and his hand was holding your face. "I missed you." Matt moaned, removing his lips from yours.

You took this as an opportunity to take your shirt off, leaving you in a lacy bra that you shamelessly wore hoping Matt would fuck you in it. His hands immediately went to your tits, kneading them slowly.

"Oh my god." His head went back. "I have so many favorite parts of you, but these make the top 5 for sure."

"What about this?" You bring his hand to the inside of your shorts, letting him feel your needy core.

"You don't know how long I've wanted to fuck you. That pussy of yours is addicting." Matt slid your shorts off, throwing them on the floor. "Are you sure you -"

"If you ask me again I'm gonna make you watch me fuck myself because I'm done talking." You unclip your bra, letting your tits bounce free. You grab Matt's sweatshirt and pull it over his head impatiently. He pulled his sweatpants off, his underwear were next.

You've never seen Matthew's dick, but you knew it was immaculate. The dick print in his sweatpants told you all you needed to know.

His dick sprung out of his underwear, hitting his stomach. It looked fucking glorious, if we're being honest.

You felt the tip of his dick tease your entrance, your arousal mixing with his pre-cum.

"Fuck, do you have a condom?" Matt stopped, looking at your face.

"Do we need one?" You raise your eyebrow, trying to ignore your pulsating cunt. "Cause if you're fucking anyone else, please -"

"I'm not fucking anyone else. Are you?" Matt cut you off, tilting his head to the side.

"No."

That was enough for him to gently push his tip into you, your walls spreading slowly to his size. A moan escaped your lips involuntarily.

Matthew moved with purpose, creating a rhythm with his lips as he plunged deeper and deeper into you. You wrapped one of your arms behind his neck, the other was holding onto his bicep.

"Fuck, princess." He moaned, his pace quickening. You could hear the sounds of your pussy against his dick, your arousal drenching him. "I can't believe how wet you are from me."

Matt slammed into you, hitting the spot that made your toes curl and your heart pound out of your chest.

"Matthew-" You moan, which only makes his pace quicken. He continuously hits your spot, still stretching your pussy to his size. Your walls pulsate around him as the world evaporated and it was just you, Matt, and your bed.

"That's it, beautiful." Matt said in a low voice, leaving bites on your neck as he continued to pound into you. "You're mine now."

A 2nd orgasm came after he said that. A breathy moan filled the room as Matt was about to reach his high. You felt his dick twitch as his rhythm quickened.

"Where do you want me to cum?" Matt said, almost out of breath.

The toxica in you came out to play.

"In me." You whispered in his ear, dragging your tongue along his earlobe.

Matt moaned your name before pushing himself one last time into you, filling you with his cum. You swear you could see his dick in your stomach. Once he pulled out, you felt like part of you was missing, but Matt was still there.

He grabbed a towel from your bathroom and cleaned you off, making sure you were okay and happy. Your cheeks were red-flushed, and your pussy was filled.

"You make me crazy." Matt pressed his lips to yours, lifting your chin. "I need everyone to know you're mine."

Your neck started to feel sore, then you remember Matt definitely left some bruises there for you to remember him by. You wondered why now all of the sudden he was feeling protective.

"I want to know you're mine." You search Matt's eyes, inching your naked body closer to his. "You have to let me in, Matthew. No more secrets."

Matt looked down, pulling your body into his. "I will. Just, please, give me time."

Time is something that cost nothing, but feels like it could mean the end of everything.

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Every Rose Has Its Thorns - Part Twenty-Nine

pairing: Ricky Olson x ofc x Chris 'Motionless' Cerulli

warnings/tropes: slow burn, soulmates, strangers to enemies to lovers, betrayal, angst, fluff, smut, language, panic attack, stalking, online bullying.

summary: In a world where soulmates inexplicably receive a tattoo that will match that of their soulmate the moment they turn eighteen years old, being famous and covered in very visible tattoos can make finding your true soulmate a questionable fate. For everyone involved.

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What. The. Fuck.

The doctor had been no help at all. If anything he’d been worse than no help because the man had pretty much told him from the tests he’d gotten back during his post tour check up, he seemed like he was in perfect health. When Chris had told him about his shoulder, of course, he’d examined him, but then he’d come up with nothing. Nothing. 

Hearing that had echoed in Chris’ head, over and over, even as the doctor ordered more tests, an ultrasound, and x-ray, just to cover their bases, make sure that nothing was going seriously wrong with his joint. He might not be an athlete, but performing was a part of his life, he’d rather not do it in pain, and having a doctor that understood that was important. But mostly Chris was just lost in his head right now as he left the office.

He was sitting in his car thinking about the fact that right then, at least, he’d found nothing. He could tell Ricky that there were still more tests, but, would that matter when Chris, Chris had felt his mark, it had reacted yesterday. It had been reacting, he didn’t want to admit it, he didn’t, but it had been aching, hurting, and it just.. What was happening.

Should he call one of his friends that did the soulmate research? Should he log in to one of the message boards to see if anyone else had heard of people with deceased soulmates getting this kind of, of, sensations?

He was so confused.

The most confusing part was that fucking kiss, if he was honest. It had been barely a peck on the lips, and it had turned his head around, but that had been from the tingle in his skin that had followed it.. The tingle that screamed at him, why did he bother coming to the doctors at all, when the tiniest kiss had made the very skin his soulmate mark sit on, feel like that? Because his soulmate was dead, that was why. Furthermore, Ricky was Talia’s soulmate, not his. End of story. 

It wasn’t even the first time Ricky had kissed him, nor the most intense. They’d completely made out before, years ago, before he’d gotten engaged to Julia, or Ricky had met Grace.. Before either of their lives had gotten fucked up. Had his mark reacted then? No. Not at all. So why was it reacting now? It didn’t make any sense to him. 

Should he ask the boards, call one of his researcher friends.. Or, should he do as he had promised yesterday, just go home and talk to Rick about what the doctor said, and go from there?

Split the difference, he wasn’t calling his researcher friend yet, because this wasn’t just about him, this was about Rick, and in turn Talia too. Chris wasn’t going to talk to anyone else without them agreeing first. However, he could do something anonymously. He pulled out his phone, made sure his VPN was running, and went to post a question to the board as a guest only.

Ever heard of anyone with a Passed Soulmate, that's started experiencing strange sensations from their tattoo, during specific moments. For e.g. Intimate contact, aka, kissing? Strange sensations such as distinct tingling, almost burning up etc.

Chris paused, before sending the message from his phone and posting it on the board, not sure what kind of responses he would get; after he did that, he closed the window so he wasn’t tempted to just sit there and keep refreshing the page and waiting. Even then, it took a moment of restraint for him to not open his phone again and check the post almost instantly. Chris knew he wasn’t likely to get a response already, didn’t make it easier not to feel the need to want some sort of answer, something, anything to sooth this feeling inside of him. After a moment, he knew what he should do, go home, go home and do what he said he was going to do, touch base and talk to Ricky. Last time, he learned the hard way that he needed to talk to thigh around him more, to connect with others and stop isolating himself, just like he’d watch Ricky do dealing with Grace despite his warnings. As difficult as all this was, as painful as everything was concerning losing his soulmate had turned out to be, which was shocking because for the longest time he had been so in love, so happy, he’d convinced himself he didn’t need a soulmate, and then it all slipped through his fingers.. 

He didn’t know which had hurt more, losing his fiancé, or his soulmate.

One knew him and still chose to walk out of his life, and the other, never got to make that choice. Neither would be something he wished on anyone else. As he drove, he tried not to be distracted from the buzz of notifications of his phone, forcing himself not to look, his car system not telling him they were texts or calls so they weren’t important. Even if they were from the message board. They could wait until he got home.

He pulled over to the side to check a second later. He was too impatient to wait until he got home, obviously. 

Oh, it was a reply to his message alright, another anonymous one. 

Man, sounds like you got a tattoo STD, be careful you going kissy kissy with 😘😘😘

Chris threw his phone down on the seat of his car with a groan. 

“Shit.”

The message board was only for those with tattoos, eighteen and up with verification, but it never stopped underage little shits from getting in.. and even then, he couldn’t even be sure it was someone that was underage. For a board that was supposed to help people, some of them were complete morons despite claims to have lost their soulmate. There were days that some people just seemed to only want to be there to spread the pain, and it made Chris irate sometimes. Massaging his temples, he started his car again and continued to drive home. 

Ricky had been messaging Talia most of the morning, worried about Chris. He found himself wanting to make sure that she was doing okay as well, knowing that she had to be dealing with a lot, not just with her break down, but also after the backlash with Grace. He was thankful, though, that the general response to his video had so far seemed to be positive in light, or at least, what was still visible.

By the time he had gotten online to check to see what was happening with social media, so much had already happened. Even though he’d turned off the ability to comment on the video he had made himself about the soulmate situation, the fans always found a way to talk about it. Whether it was commenting on past videos, past Instagram posts, tweets, or whatever you called them on the X app now, there was always a way for the fans to make themselves known, whether it be for good or bad. 

Ricky had a feeling there was at least a lot of hate that had disappeared before he got online, probably that he would never have seen anyway, considering he’d been informed that Grace had deleted all of her online profiles. An in pouring of support had come for him, Talia, Ava, and Vinny after the way they’d been treated after Grace’s Instagram live. After the hate that they’d all gotten for the way she claimed they’d acted in her version of events. Was it horrible that Ricky almost felt bad that he could cause a person's opinion to turn on a dime with nothing but his word?

Almost.

He’d been honest, though, and Grace hadn’t. She’d forced his hand and if she’d left well enough alone he would never have made the video. If she had left it as an amicable breakup it would have never come to this, but she hadn’t. Grace had been the one to push, and the tide had eventually turned against her. He might feel the tiniest bit bad that they’d turned on her on only his word, and he had no proof of her actions other than that, but he’d done nothing but tell his truth.

None of this however was making him feel good.

According to Talia, Vinny and Ava were happy with everything that was happening. Ecstatic even. Ricky, however, he was still worried. He’d thought Grace was gone before, he’d broken up with her, kicked her out of the house, changed the locks, up the security, blocked her. Stalkers were dangerous, the problem with them, was not knowing where they were going to pop up next.

Ricky would have preferred if she had kept her accounts online. At least then someone would have been able to see what she was doing, wherever she was. He was taping out a message to Talia, she had asked if he’d heard back about Chris yet, just as he heard his car coming up the drive. Deleting the message he’d been writing about the fact he wasn’t home, sending instead that he was just getting in, and he’d let her know, just as Chris was walking in through the door. Slipping his phone into his pocket then, Ricky just glanced up at him slightly, but other than that, he didn’t say a thing. He didn’t want to put any pressure on Chris, even if he had said he’d talk to him.

Chris saw Ricky the moment he walked into the sitting room, he was just there, waiting on a couch, typing on his phone like it was every day, like that peck on his lips yesterday hadn’t changed everything. Sure, his shoulder had already been playing up, but that kiss and the feeling that had come with it had been intense and absolutely impossible to ignore. It hadn’t just been some almost random ache in his shoulder.. while watching his best friend with his soulmate..

Fuck.. fuck, was he jealous of Ricky, was that what this was? Talia was amazing though, And Ricky’s mark reacted to her, why was Chris reacting to him? It wasn’t like he wasn’t attracted to Talia too, he was, he couldn’t hurt Jelly Bean like that, he wouldn’t.

Swallowing..

“He didn’t find anything.. Ordered some more tests, x-ray, ultrasound.. But uh,”

Chris was looking down at his hands as he started pacing along the length of the couch, off to the side from where Ricky was sitting. He didn’t even dare to look up to see if Ricky’s attention had come up from his phone when he continued to speak.

“I know it’s not my shoulder, I know that you were right. Something is happening with my mark.”

Closing his eyes as he held his breath for a moment. When Ricky didn’t say anything, maybe he wasn’t even listening, who the hell was he kidding, of course Rick was listening. Glancing up from his hands, his thumb digging into his palm nervously, instantly, his amber brown eyes meeting Rick’s stormy blues and his mark was tingling again, shit.. Shit shit shit..

“Chris-”

Before he could continue, Chris cut him off.

“It tingled when you kissed me, Ricky.”

That, was not what Rick expected him to say about his mark. Not from what he’d observed when it came to the moments Chris reacted to his shoulder..

“Me? Don’t you mean Talia? Your shoulder is always playing up around Talia.. When she was upset, when you were sitting with her the other night, and we were joking around..”

Shaking his head, he had been sure that Chris was forming some sort of attachment to Talia. He knew it was going to be difficult enough considering the way Ricky’s tattoo had been reacting to thinking about them together, but he had noticed since Talia’s breakdown, his hadn’t had any of those darker reactions about Chris. Then again, he hadn’t thought of them alone like that quite the same way. Seeing the two of them together, wrapped up almost with both of them on the couch, it had felt.. Different.

“It has?”

Ricky nodded.

“I saw it, the other day, multiple times, it's why I brought it up yesterday, why I asked if you were okay.”

Looking at him, Ricky hated how nervous Chris looked, he hated that he wasn’t sure what he could do to help him.

“Well, I don’t, I don’t know what's going on, because it tingled when you kissed me, and Talia.. She’s your soulmate, your real soulmate, Ricky. Not me. My mark, I don’t know what's going on, and, and it’s freaking me out. This isn’t something I’ve seen theories of.”

Ricky set his phone aside and patted the cushion beside him for Chris to join him. They needed to work this out, and doing it alone wasn’t going to help anyone.

“Come here. How about we call Talia? We’ve learned the hard way all of this crap isn’t something we should work out on our own, because it just blows up in our faces, and we do stupid things.”

Like fucking in bathrooms and kitchens where anyone could have found them while they were spurred on by mystical tattoos.

Chris sucked in a shaky breath before he moved to the couch and sat beside him, leaning into Ricky’s side, bring his head down onto his shoulder not caring if it was awkward, he needed it. He shuddered a little at the feeling that ran through his shoulder when he did.. Shit, if that was the feeling that had started driving Ricky and Talia from the start.. Well..

“Yeah, okay. Don’t get any ideas, though, I am not fucking you in the bathroom.”

“Oh my god.”

Worth getting hit by the couch cushion.

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

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Relationship Charts

Template(s) created by @equinox-86

MAIN CHARACTERS

Ayato Sakamaki — Mystic sincerely finds Ayato as someone cool, feeding into his ego, for which he has earned the Vampire’s liking. Their chaotic personalities compliment each other. They are often seen wrecking havoc at any space they happen to be sharing.

Laito Sakamaki — While Mystic isn't as close with Laito as he is with Ayato, they will still have fluid conversations.

Kanato Sakamaki — Mystic enjoys taunting Kanato, like he's a chihuahua to rile up. Let's just say Kanato is not very fond of this.

Subaru Sakamaki — Mystic is aware of the youngest of the siblings and has been close enough to see his outbursts, but hasn't had a decent interaction with him.

Reiji Sakamaki — Reiji doesn't have a personal problem with Mystic, per se. In fact, he has spent enough time with him to know Mystic is a good student and man in general. It's when he is with the triplets that he becomes an utter nuisance and creates double the trouble on his own that the triplets ever could.

Shu Sakamaki — Once more, another brother Mystic doesn't interact with. He sees him passing by and has had to swerve out of the way to avoid tripping over him when he is sleeping on the corridors more than once, but never really had a complete conversation with the oldest brother.

Kino — Within the timeline of LOST EDEN, Kino becomes acquainted with Mystic and his family after a short feud over Yui, who had been living with the Founders as a favor from the Sakamaki. Once the First Bloods welcomed Kino and the Ghouls into the Banmaden, the tension between them started dissipating, eventually managing to build a friendship. It was only a matter of time of spending quality time together (and Kino nearly losing Mystic) for strong feelings to come bursting forth.

Shin Tsukinami — Mystic and his father are acquaintances at best. Since Mystic didn't grow up by Shin's side, they don't have a father-son relationship at all. As a matter of fact, they often feel threatened by the other, always trying to best each other. There are still some hard feelings from the events of DARK FATE.

Carla Tsukinami — Mystic is, quite frankly, terrified of his uncle. He has seen what Carla is capable of and how little he cared with how he may affect them with said actions. However, Mystic has also witnessed the First Blood king to be very protective of his family and—though rather harshly—try to keep them in line. Mystic continues to harbor hard feelings from the events of DARK FATE.

Azusa Mukami — Though Azusa and Mystic aren't particularly close, they do tend to find some form of comfort with each other.

Yuma Mukami — Even though they're always at each other's throats, Yuma and Mystic are pretty close. They actually enjoy the other's company, even though their personalities clash, their energy matches really well.

Kou Mukami — They're not really close, but they do get along. Their liking of music is pretty much everything they have in common. Mystic is a Kou closeted-fan, don't let him fool you.

Ruki Mukami — Mystic and Ruki are only involved previous and within the timeline of DARK FATE, their entanglement beginning upon the pair's first meeting, when Ruki aided the wounded Founder in exchange for his blood. Their unstable relationship is complicated with the ongoing Adam's Apple plan and the trouble from the sudden reappearance of Mystic's family. Without the need to mention, no two serpents should ever be within the confines of one single enclosure.

SIDE CHARACTERS

KarlHeinz — Mystic never encountered the Vampire King face-to-face more than twice since his infancy. However, Mystic's closeness to his sons, as well as the Mukami brothers, leave a wide view for KarlHeinz to pay him further attention. KarlHeinz has shown underlying interest for Mystic due to the complex cross of species that runs in his blood. It also intrigues him how easily Mystic is capable of influencing everyone he comes in contact with. (Especially someone as street-smart as Ruki). In other words, he finds Mystic's ability to "tempt" someone remarkable.

Richter — Their interactions—though few—have been tense and even less pleasant. Fortunately, they don't have to interact much, despite Mystic's frequent visits to the Sakamaki mansion.

Christa — Mystic and Christa never met, therefore neither has an opinion of the other. The Founder is only aware of her due to the few comments Subaru has let slip on occasion.

Cordelia — Mystic met Burai's daughter alive only once in his life. At the time, it was only Mystic that was aware of his familial connection to her at the time. His mother was well aware of who Menae was, but begged him to keep quiet, as they only knew partial facts that led them to the current circumstances. Suffice to say, he disliked the pampered princess from the very beginning. Despite being approximately the same age, Mystic couldn't find anything with which to relate to Cordelia. Cordelia, on the other hand, found him to be entertaining, like a pup of strange habits. The next time he heard her name was from the mouth of her sons, the triplets. Not one of their comments placed her anymore in his grace.

Beatrix — Mystic never really interacted with Beatrix. In fact, he knows even less about her than he does Christa, as neither Shu nor Reiji would even ever mention her.

Yuuri — Within the timeline of LOST EDEN, Yuuri becomes one of Mystic's closest confidant, often acting as a mediator between him and Kino. Mystic wholeheartedly trusts in Yuuri. In addition, both princes are especially keen on the terribly-hidden interest from the Ghoul towards Mystic's cousin, Kazuha.

Socrates — At most, Socrates is aware of Mystic existence from passing comments on KarlHeinz's part. Because of this, Socrates places Mystic in the midst of the havoc within the timeline of CHAOS LINEAGE.

Reinhart — It isn't rare for Mystic to pop at the infirmary during the odd instances Reinhart is there. The Founder has always found the doctor as weird, feeling that something is terrible off, therefore leaving as soon as he is able to. Reinhart has commented on how amusing he finds Mystic, as though he were an interesting comedic relief in the script of a play.

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[friends-to-lovers-tournament]

Friends to Lovers Tournament: Quarterfinals, Match 1

propaganda under the cut!

Makoharu:

They are the first ship that comes to mind when I think of friends to lovers. I know Free! hasn't been popular since 2013, bug I just love them so much... Makoto's devotion to Haru. There's even a movie that flashes back to when they're kids when Makoto says "I love swimming and I love Haruka". Soft...

Fuyupoly:

Submission 1:

they're from the winter troupe of the mankai company, and unlike the other troupes they're all adults. that said, they all have varying degrees of trauma and emotional stuntedness. it takes them some time to fully open up to each other bc they're all very cautious of each other's boundaries and don't want to cross any lines which initially led to some issues in the group's formation. over time they've learned to bridge the gap while still being mindful of hard boundaries. at one point they have a discussion about what exactly their relationship is (gay) cuz they were talking about how the other troupes have clearly defined dynamics (spring=family, summer=besties, autumn=rivals & teammates) but they don't,, and homare deadass says they're "people bound by a common destiny" which in and of itself sounds very Gay (like why are you as a man bound to other men by a common destiny), but it goes even further because homare starts spouting WEDDING VOWS: "In sickness and in health, for better or for worse, we shall share our laughter and our tears as those with an intertwined fate... How beautiful we are!" THIS IS A DIRECT QUOTE FROM THE GAME AND THE MC EVEN REMARKS "i can already hear wedding bells in the distance..." 

gradually they become closer, in individual sub-units based on who's paired up as co-leads for a play, and as a troupe overall. also two of its members are childhood friends who had a messy 'divorce' in their young adulthood and it took the game breaking its genre to introduce a timeloop for them to finally make up if that means anything to you. one of their troupe songs "precious to us ~bokura no kisetsu" has some pretty beautiful and fruity lines: "The many kindnesses born in me here / Never fail to breathe life into my chest / Even all the pain and bitterness / Have now become dear to me (Ah…Stay with me)", "No matter how many times our season passes / Let us keep living together / Holding our hands, without ever letting go / Let us open up the curtain of tomorrow", "There is no need for words, because once our gazes meet / Joy sparks a light in your eyes", "Our journey, may it be a brilliant one / As our breaths overlap as one"

a lot of their plays has a LOT of homoerotic tension between the two leads too. their first play has tsumugi and tasuku play angels, and it's heavily implied that tasuku's character has an unrequited crush on tsumugi's character. their third play has azuma play a vampire and tasuku play Just Some Guy and it's generally agreed in the fandom to be one of the gayest, if not THE gayest, play A3 has ever written. obviously the vampire thing is very fruity, but there's also how the vampire was longing to bite the human but was holding himself back, and when the vampire left the human in the end, the human was absolutely HEARTBROKEN over it and was swearing they would reunite one day. the stage play of this takes it even further by having the vampire embrace the human from behind and BITE his neck. the fourth play is a watered-down adaptation of Phantom of the Opera where they genderbend Christine into Chris among other things and change the relationship between Chris and the Phantom to one of friendship.... ostensibly so, because there's still a lot of homoerotic undertones in their interactions. i could go on but this should be enough of a sampling taste 

Submission 2:

the writers rlly said "let's take 2 normal guys who are childhood friends and have been into theatre since their school days and have them go through a pre-canon messy divorce, an eccentric poet with a potentially controversial haircut, an amnesiac sleepyhead who can only be awoken with marshmallows but is also somehow extremely athletic despite doing nothing but sleeping and eating marshmallows all day, a man who is so beautiful and mysterious he breaks gender, and a supposed android from a fictional south asian country, and throw them into a blender, oh and for good measure let's throw in some theatre and angst and gay and angst and gay" and the end result was marriage. i mean it took them a lot of awkward fumbling around and conflicts to get there but they got there and thats what matters. ok *technically* in-text they're all rlly good friends and kinda found family BUT they are found family via marriage papers i do not make the rules chief

Submission 3:

The reason why they are so friends-to-lovers to me is because their relationship is founded on quiet and unconditional acceptance of each other—regardless of how flawed they may be or how heavy their burdens and trauma may be. When the troupe first formed (sans Guy who was in another country at the time), they didn’t have any major clashing personalities at the very beginning and generally they were mindful of each other’s boundaries, unlike the other troupes that came before them. However, it’s BECAUSE they were too mindful of said boundaries that it was difficult for them to break down their walls and bond as a team—and there were a LOT of walls to break down, as all of them had varying degrees of emotional baggage and trauma.

In fact, it’s only three plays in that they finally truly start opening up to each other, with Azuma getting the ball rolling by opening up about the deep loneliness that haunted him ever since his childhood. It’s during this conversation that they also discuss what their relationship as a troupe is, because the other troupes have defined their relationship as a team (Spring is family, Summer is best friends, Autumn is rivals & teammates), and Homare goes on to declare that they’re “people bound by a common destiny” and goes on to spew wedding vows: "In sickness and in health, for better or for worse, we shall share our laughter and our tears as those with an intertwined fate... How beautiful we are!" I mean… it can’t get any more obvious than this, really. They are married.

But anyway, Tsumugi says he wants their relationship to be one where while they respect each other’s need for space, they’ll also be there for each other and share their pains and burdens—or in his words: “supporting each other when our burdens become too heavy to bear on our own”—which I think is really sweet because it carries this idea of quiet, unconditional acceptance; they don’t push each other to share more than they’re comfortable with sharing, but with whatever they ARE comfortable with sharing everyone carries the load and pain because pain is easier to bear when you’re not bearing it alone <3 

A later part of the story focuses on Hisoka, a mysterious amnesiac, being terrified of regaining his memories and facing some “sin” from his past that has led to another character, Chikage, trying to take revenge on him. When he confesses this to the rest of the Winter troupe, Homare asks, “How heavy is this sin you bear?” and Azuma suggests, “Perhaps it’s just heavy enough for the five of us to carry together.” (at this point Guy hasn’t joined yet). The stage play adapts this scene into a song called Key to Memory. The key (pun unintended) part is 1:27 where there’s a back-and-forth between Hisoka and the other Winter troupe members (sans Tasuku because he wasn’t in that particular play)

Hisoka: “I’m scared…”

Tsumugi, Homare, Azuma: “It’s okay.”

Hisoka: “My unforgivable sin…”

Tsumugi, Homare, Azuma: “Let’s carry it together.”

Hisoka: “I might not be me anymore.”

Tsumugi, Homare, Azuma: “It’s all right. We understand and we accept you, so let’s go together.”

And it ends with Hisoka singing: “I was afraid to open the door of my locked memories. But if everyone is here, I believe I can do it.”  In both the game and stage play, Hisoka fully regains his memories and reconciles with Chikage (long story). He tells Fuyupoly he can’t go into detail about his past with Chikage because it’s dangerous but he’ll tell them when the time is right, and they accept this saying that no matter what his past is, they know and love him as their Hisoka which obviously is a very sweet thing for friends to say, but it’s also very Marriage-coded to me.

Later, Guy is introduced as an android from Zahra (a fictional South Asian country) and joins the Winter troupe as a temporary member—because he’s stuck in Japan for the foreseeable future—until they find a permanent member to replace him. The other Winter members have a conversation among themselves and agree that regardless of whether he’s really an android or a human they’ll accept Guy for who he is and help him improve his acting, which again harkens back to the idea of ‘unconditional acceptance’. Eventually it’s revealed that Guy is in fact a human who has forgotten his memories of the past and his emotions. He recovers his memories all at once which shocks his system and causes him to pass out. When he wakes up in his room, he finds the rest of the Winter Troupe asleep around the room—which I believe is symbolic of their whole theme of “quiet acceptance”: they don’t want to push Guy to share beyond what he’s comfortable with, but they’re always there to listen to him and share his load if that’s what he wants. He opens up about the memories he recovered, and they don’t treat him with pity like he’s a lost child, but still extend gentle empathy and understanding. They also emphasise that it genuinely doesn’t matter to them whether he’s human or android because he’s Guy first and foremost. It’s at this point that Guy truly lets himself become part of the Winter troupe/Fuyupoly and not just as a temporary stand-in member, because he’s found a place where he’s found himself again and people who will accept who this “himself” is, whether that be an android devoid of emotions or a human brimming with vivid beautiful emotions.

[Mod note: There’s a LOT more but we’re afraid of crashing the post. I (Deli) summarised it the best I can since I’m familiar with A3, but if you want to read the full thing you can check it out on this google doc)

#friends to lovers tournament #a3! act! addict! actors! #a3! #fuyupoly #tsumugi tsukioka #tasuku takato #hisoka mikage #homare arisugawa #azuma yukishiro #free! #makoharu #tachibana makoto #nanase haruka #tournament polls #polls

[turtlesocksv2]

Liveblogging Dead Friend Forever Ep 7

I am SO SO SO excited for this and for PhiNon I am READY let's GO!

LMAO Phi and Non met on Thai Grindr I don't know why that's so funny to me. But they're so fucking cute oh my god. The way Non smiles when they meet face to face the first time! They're both immediately smitten. The date montage is killing me. Non feeding Phi! Pinkies Locked while walking down the street!!! I love them so much! Phi is absolutely 100% justified in murdering everyone over this little love story.

Phi's dad is kinda hot in the one second we saw of him, not gonna lie.

Them pulling a Lady Ant The Tramp on an apple is objectively hilarious but they're so cute that I'll let it pass.

Phi is so fucking in love. The matching bracelets are so cute. Something something Red String Of Fate something something. what a lovely bit of joy this opening bit has been.

Aaaaand we return to your regularly scheduled awfulness. That music really immediately brought the tone back. Remember that everything is terrible? Remember that Non might get arrested? Remember that Non eventually goes missing at best and is murdered at worst?

Ooooh! Phi's dad is a fucking cop! Real high up, too! well that makes things interesting. but lol at Phi being soooo Ride or Die that he's straight up lying to his dad that he's involved in The Crimes too just to save his boyfriend.

"But don't worry, there are no problems that I can't fix." PHI. PHI my murderous revenge seeking king. I love you. but perhaps calm your tits a little, you'll freak Non out even more than he's already freaked out. boy has Anxiety! Phi is so right to tell Non that he needs to change schools and that those aren't real friends but Non isn't ready to admit it yet.

See, Jin tries to help Non but it doesn't actually do anything. Because Jin has no spine or he wouldn't still be friends with people who bully the boy he likes. Phi actually helps Non. Get you a boyfriend like Phi, not like Jin.

Also it's so funny to see Non just not responding to Jin's heart eyes. Jin's got his hand on Non's shoulder like 😍 and Non is just blanking him. 🧍‍♂️😐 Hilarious.

Ah, i Knew that this was going to be the PhiNon Conflict: Phi is (rightfully!) upset about Non not sticking up for himself and leaving those assholes to do the movie themselves and keeping secrets, Non wants to handle his problems on his own and not have Phi sweep in every time to fix things and judge him. I'm sorry, Non, but you dicked down a latent obsessive crazy person (affectionate) and this comes with the territory. It's the Theerapanyakul coming out.

Pinky Promise! that i am 100% sure is going to be broken in like 30 seconds. I'm calling it now, i have the episode paused to write this but i am betting that the next scene transition is going to be to Hot Teacher manipulating Non.

Damn, I was wrong about that being the next scene but I FEEL IT. It's going to happen! Damn, they didn't even bring Non with them? he had to ask the villagers for help getting to the mansion? WOW.

Now Por, if this kid literally got you involved with the police for money laundering why the FUCK would you give him your credit card to go buy food for everyone? i get that you just don't want him around and want to punish him but that's just dumb.

Jin wants Fluke to also stand up for Non but that is not going to happen ever.

God Por and Top are so mean.

"It's my money, if I want something, it'll happen." "it's in my hands it must be mine, tell your dad to come sue me." fucking rich people.

Oh is this going to be the betrayal that means Jin has to die? That Jin convinced Non to stay and then Non ends up missing/dead? Jin must feel so guilty about that.

here we go, a scene with Hot Teacher. I know something's about to happen with this I can feel it. The music is making me so tense and now they're sitting on the couch together! and like, Non absolutely should be telling a teacher/adult about all this! but just not THIS teacher/adult. I do not trust him! "I see you as a brother" my ass.

AND THERE IT IS. I CALLED IT. lmao at Phi calling Non when he's leaving Hot Teacher's office. Phi's spidey sense was tingling.

aaskjfhj Phi fucking showing up to see Non and mr keng talking and he immediately clocks that it's Not Right and that mr keng wants to bone Non.

"you don't seem to trust me at all" because you're not being trustworthy! you're making bad choices! Phi is right and has never been wrong! just because he's a bit intense and overbearing with it doesn't mean he's wrong! god, Non being able to say that to Phi with a straight face when not even a half hour ago he was making out with mr keng. incredible.

I just want Phi and Non to be cute and happy and a little insane about each other and nothing bad happens ok. :(

Uh oh. Jin caught them!

Non no! don't give Tee 300k in cash to give to the boss! He's going to steal it! and then fucking Tee sets Top on Non to stalk him to figure out who gave the money.

OH huh. Hot Teacher is working with an investigative journalist to take down the mafia scammers? Oooooh, i bet that this is how Tee's uncle gets arrested. hmm. well maybe Hot Teacher Mr Keng isn't entirely terrible but he's on the thinnest fucking ice.

oh L M A F O is Jin gonna walk in on Non and Hot Teacher going at it. He already caught Non with Phi!

but OOOOOOOHHHHHH HERE WE GO. HERE is Jin's betrayal! Taking video of Non and Mr Keng getting it on and then getting drunk and POSTING IT ON TWITTER OH MY GOD. JIN NO.

and eeeeeeeveryone has seen it. oh god. Phi's seen it too oh no. i'm dying. i'm levitating in outer space.

the bracelet broke! something something red string of fate something something!!!!

oh fuuuuck. This is why Phi goes psycho revenge scheme on them. "you want me to forgive you? get lost and die." those are going to be Phi's last words to Non aren't they? aren't they? i hate it and i love it.

and next week shit is going to continue to hit the fan. i am vibrating. i need more! this is amazing!

#dead friend forever #dff the series #dff #i am screaming and crying and throwing up this was so fun

[pedritapascal]

A good Agent, or a Good Fucker... to me

Chapter Two - Cutting the loose ends

Pedro Pascal's character - Dave York - [DY] The Protector 2 / Equalizer 2

Dave York x Female Reader

Word Count: 2.9K

WARNINGS: {+18} Sex Language; SA; Fingers; Tongue; Nudity; Explicit Details; Oral Sex

A good Agent, or a Good Fucker... to me

It had been a few days since that ill-fated night when we lost Arjona, and even though we insisted on interrogating his security guard for hours on end, he wouldn't give us anything at all. Luckily, we managed to get him arrested for illegal possession of weapons, which would give us more time to get to Arjona.

Dave was as nervous as ever, I think the case was getting narrower than it should have been, and even so, I felt that on some days he acted better, acted like a human being in fact, taking me to a café every now and then when we had to stay up all night reading and re-reading piles of files and transcribed statements to catch something that might have slipped through.

I also noticed that Dave no longer answered his phone when Carol called, always leaving it on vibrate until it went to voicemail.

And on his finger, only the mark of his wedding ring...

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Two more weeks went by, questioning the security guard who ended up handing over three others who worked with Arjona...

But something still didn't add up, I already had the investigation picture etched in my mind, and I knew I had missed something, but what?

Dave had been quieter these last few days, always looking tired or worried, sometimes I felt sorry for him, I wanted to ask him what was going on... then I'd remember that I didn't care, and that he was an asshole, and the curiosity would wear off.

We didn't even talk about the kiss anymore, it was as if it had never existed, and so be it.

One more day in the office, locked in with Dave York snorting and nothing, that's when I decided to go through the folder from the interrogation of Arjona's security guard.

“ I FIND IT “ - I got up from my desk with a transcribed statement from Arjona's security guard and took it to Dave - “I knew he'd talked about this”

“ Where is it? ”

I threw the folder on his desk, pointed to the line already marked in yellow on the highlighter, sat down on the edge and read it to him while my finger followed the line.

“ Arjona was at a business meeting on February 9th in Seattle ”

“ Ta and what about it? ”

“ Don't you see? “ Going towards the investigation board - “On February 9, 4 women from Seattle disappeared, all with similar descriptions, we just need to link them to Arjona. Now here, in Ohio, in New York, all the dates match the fucking disappearance of women of their standard. This can't be a coincidence…”

“ Fuck “ - Dave banged on the table - “ We did it “

“ I did it, Dave…”

“ I thought we were a team” - Dave laughed - “ I'll give you credit this time Rookie, come on I'll get the warrant for Arjona tomorrow” - grabbing his suit

I preferred to ignore it and gather my things to leave too, it was already past two in the morning and the next day we'd have to be back at the office by 7.

Passing through the corridor, Agent Brown called Dave for a drink to round off the evening...

“ Come on Dave, you've only been working since you got back”

“ I can't make it today, I've got an unavoidable appointment…”

I pretended not to be listening, but WTF Dave have to do at two o'clock in the morning on a Tuesday? Not that I was interested, but... I'm a detective, right... and I'm very curious...

We got into the elevator and again I felt that tension...

“ Don't you want to know why I'm not drinking tonight?”

Sometimes I thought he could read my mind, but sometimes I was thankful that he couldn't, because every now and then I'd have thoughts that made me feel ashamed of myself...

“ Your private life doesn't interest me...agent”

Dave laughed, waving the car key around

“But since you want to tell me, go ahead, I seem to be your only friend…”

Dave shook a bunch of keys in his hands

“ I'm moving out”

Why was I happy with the news? I don't know, but I stopped myself.

“ Wow, good for you... so it's really over?”

“ Yes, it was already over, right? I was just putting off the inevitable? - Dave took a deep breath - Today I'll finish the last boxes…”

The elevator door opened in the garage

“ Good luck in your new life” - I said, heading towards my car, and Dave towards his.

“ And Rookie” - Dave called out to me, standing in front of his car - “Congratulations on today, you know, about the deposition…”

I just smiled and got in my car to go home.

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At seven in the morning we were already outside Lieutenant Jones' office with all the evidence needed for an arrest warrant for Arjona. It would take almost all day for everything to be approved, we couldn't go wrong, now it wasn't an ambush, we were really going to arrest him for having links to human trafficking.

We spent the day nervously waiting for the warrant to come through, and at times I struck up a conversation with Dave, trying to take my mind off the day...

“ Did you manage to finish your move yesterday?”

“ Yes, I didn't even sleep really, and finishing moving in the early hours of the morning was easy, you know... the girls”

“ Yes yes, did they react well to the divorce?”

“ I thought they'd take it worse, but not really... I just…” - Dave stopped talking, I could feel his eyes getting distant... - “I just didn't belong in that house anymore…”

I did want to ask him what had happened, but I felt so distant when I remembered what he had been through that I decided not to go into it.

“ It'll work out” - I whispered

“ Yes, it will” - Dave, with his super hearing, replied, heading for the door because there had been a knock.

“THE MANDATE, let's go.”

We had already bribed Arjona's security guard for his real address, because the one in the system was in an abandoned shed, and we offered to reduce the sentence for the information, but of course we wouldn't comply…

We were already in the car, it was close to eight in the evening when we rang the doorbell of Arjona's house... a huge fucking house, which probably cost millions…

“Yeah, trafficking women really pays” - Dave snorted, putting his hands on his hips

“ Man, it's amazing how you don't say a sentence right in life”...rolling his eyes

With the warrant and dozens of police officers surrounding the house, Arjona had little to do but give himself up, and he left in handcuffs, as he should have done.

That was it, that moment I wanted to live, that's why I came to the CIA.

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After leaving Arjona mouldering in the interrogation chair, saying that we'd be right back, but no, not until the next day, Dave asked me if I didn't want to celebrate by having a drink in the bar around the corner, where all the agents went, I'd been there twice before, nothing much, lots of people in suits in the same place, looking like that, nobody could tell if we were bankers, agents or lawyers...

But why not, I was ecstatic.

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We were on our third drink toasting Arjona's arrest, with our blazers off, him with his tie loosened, me with two buttons of my dress shirt open, some officers passing by and congratulating us on the arrest.

“ Wow, I haven't felt like this in a while” - Dave laughed as he took the last sip of his drink

“Like what? Like I've done something right in life, eh?”

“ Not dumb, free, and with a sense of accomplishment.”

“ That's why I joined the CIA, Dave, that's why I wanted to say no, but I'm proud of myself... of us, we did well!”

I knocked over his empty glass and finished my drink, ordering two more. I was already allowing myself to laugh for nothing, I wasn't drunk, far from it... but the joy of alcohol makes you, you know... connected.

“ You were a great Rookie, even the highlight of the mission for me was that day on watch…”

“ Wow, that day was terrible” - I smoothed my hair back - “We lost the guy”

“ And you kissed me” - Dave said as he picked up the drinks that the bartender had placed on the counter.

“ Huh? No sir, you kissed me, don't give me that…”

“Okay, I'll accept the blame because there wasn't much to do there”

“Actually, there was plenty to do there, Dave…”

“ Really?” - Dave bit the corner of his mouth

“No” - wide-eyed - “not the way you're thinking” - laughing

“Since I'm on my fourth drink, I'll allow myself a confession.”

“ Wow, confessions from Dave York, interesting”

“It's been over a year since I... you know…”

“I don't know, tell me…”

“I don't…” - Dave took a deep breath - “You know I was getting divorced, right, working on the case…” - Dave scratched his forehead, a little embarrassed...

“ I get it, Dave, so... for me it's been six months…”

“ Impossible” - Dave looked astonished - “In just the time I've been with you here, 4 agents have already tried to win you over…”

“I was focused, I wanted to join the CIA…”

A silence and that tension again, I decided to go to the bathroom, I needed to at least wet the back of my neck to see if it was really fire or the drink coming up... in the bathroom I looked at myself in the mirror while wetting my hands and rubbing the back of my neck with the cold water... what was I doing?

Acting like a teenager, and especially with my work partner? But why had they put me with such a hot agent?

I ran a wet hand over my face and felt my cheeks burn as I remembered Dave sitting on the chair in those black dress pants that showed off his whole body...

Focus... I took a deep breath

As I left the bathroom to return to the bar, I bumped into Dave

“Hi... I was just coming back”

“Go on, I'll be right back”

The problem was that the space was too small for two people to pass at the same time, I tried to go when he tried to come and we were kind of close there, not close, but very close, I didn't feel anything but Dave's hands pulling me by the waist and the other on the back of my neck

“Fuck” - Dave whispered

Dave carried me backwards into the bathroom while he glued his mouth to mine, my arms still unresponsive, still down, I heard him kick the door shut with his foot and all I could say was

“Lock it…”

As Dave released me to lock the door, he stopped and asked

“Are you sure, Rookie?”

“Don't ask Dave…”

Dave pulled me to him by the hand, hugging me, his arms wrapped around my body and my mouth stuck to his, I felt one of his hands under my hair, guiding my head and the other hand going down to my ass and squeezing me against him, he gasped into my mouth and I took the opportunity to wrap my arms around his neck, I could feel his erection growing more and more as he pulled me and rubbed me against him.

His tongue played with mine and I felt him sucking me, playing with my tongue as I had done with him in that kiss in the car...

I took the hand he had on my ass and moved it up to the side of my chest. Dave moaned softly as I squeezed my left breast with his hand, teaching him exactly how I liked it done, biting his lower lip lightly as he smiled.

As our hands squeezed my left breast, I moaned softly and gasped into Dave's mouth...

He turned me around, reversing the positions we were in, his mouth leaving mine while he moved down to my neck, I moaned softly as I dug my nails into his back, Dave returned to my mouth, turned me around, my body against the door, and my face too, I felt him rubbing his erection against my ass, I felt his breath in my ear...

“I've been wanting to tell you for weeks," he said, brushing my hair away from my neck, "that your ass is incredible and that I even forget what I have to do when I see you standing there, looking at the picture," nibbling on my ear.

“And what stopped you from saying it?” I whispered as I pulled him tighter around my waist.

Dave rubbed his cock against my ass a few times and moaned low in my ear, he turned me around, hunting for my mouth, my right hand went down to his pants, while he opened the buttons of my shirt, my hands trembled trying to open his belt, then his pants, when I felt I could get my hand inside, I just slipped it in slowly, grabbing his cock, which I was feeling, thick, barely fitting in my closed hand, Dave moaned a little louder when he felt my touch. He rested his forehead on mine, his eyes closed... one arm resting on the door...

“I think... I have another confession... to make” - He moaned as I stroked his cock, slowly, up and down, still inside his briefs

“Another Dave York confession?” - Kissing his neck, running my tongue down to his ear and back...

“I... I…” - Dave moaned as I sped up my movements - “On the day...aaaarf”

“Yes, tell me” - holding my body to his so that my groin would help put pressure on my hand while I played with him.

“I... got home, and I couldn't resist... “- Dave gasped - “I had to... you know”

“You know what? You came thinking about me, didn't you?”

“Yes” - Dave put his mouth on mine and moaned

“And it was nice for you?”

“It was, but let's just say” - Dave pulled in a breath and threw his head back - “Let's just say that your hand is much better…” - holding me by the chin and moaning into my mouth...

“It's not just my hand that's good, Dave” - he finished unzipping his pants, pulling down his underpants a little

“No? You're not going to…”

When I pulled Dave's underpants down further, I felt his cock pop upwards, hitting his belly on top of his shirt, the red head completely wet with pre-cum, I spread it more with my thumb while Dave bit his own lips

“I think I'm the one who has a confession to make now…” I turned Dave around, leaning him against the door - “Ever since the day I felt your erection in that fight of ours, I've wanted to know what you tasted like…”

Dave just smiled as I bent down, I felt one of his hands gathering my hair, still holding his cock, I ran the tip of my tongue over the head, circled it again with my tongue now taking all of it, Dave moaned, I started to put it in my mouth carefully, each time I took it out of my mouth and back in, I swallowed a few more centimeters until I reached where my hand was, holding the base of his penis.

“Take your hand off Rookie, I want to see how far you can take it”

I just lowered my hands to his thighs and smiled, I've always loved a challenge, Dave pulled me by the hair I was holding, and took my head back, then shoved it back into my mouth, I felt the head hit the back of my throat, my eyes watered, Dave held me there for a few seconds while I moaned almost in supplication...

He pulled out of me again, as his cock came out of my mouth, I took the opportunity to play with my tongue, I could feel Dave's legs shaking with arousal as he moaned my name. For the first time... he was saying my name, he was moaning my name…

I let go of his hand, I didn't need him to guide me, I knew what I was doing, while I was making his cock disappear into my mouth, I heard Dave asking me to stop, because he couldn't take it... I kept going, I wanted to see that man cumming and calling my name, but Dave grabbed me by the back of the neck and pulled me off him, squeezing hard and lifting me up. Looking into my eyes.

“I told you to stop” - Dave said harshly through his teeth... does that mean he liked being obeyed? I'd love to play this game

Dave, still leaning against the door, turned me around and pressed me to his body while one of his hands opened the button of my pants. Dave quickly slid down my pants, reaching my panties. I threw my head back against his chest and spread my legs a little wider. Dave barely slipped one of his fingers into my pussy and moaned in my ear.

“Wow, you're so wet, it's delicious." Slipping another of his thick fingers inside me, reaching my clit now and making small circles, right where my vibrator touched when I thought of him, I moaned his name quietly.

“Dave…”

“Princess, there's something vibrating in you and it's not me”

“My phone... Don't you dare stop…”

I reached for my phone in my back pocket, five missed calls, how the hell did I not feel that?

"Okay” - trying to keep my breathing normal, while Dave circled my clit and then moved his finger down and back up to my clit, while kissing my neck - HOW IS HE GOING TO PAY THE BAIL??” - I slapped Dave's hand to get him to stop and take his hand away... - “We're coming back..."

“FUCK!!!” - I exclaimed as I zipped up my pants - “Arjona is asking for the right to bail and that it doesn't matter how much it is, he'll pay it, come on…”

“Really?”  Dave used to put his hands on his waist when he got nervous...

“YEP”  - closing the buttons of my blouse, I saw Dave gasp with disappointment as he got ready to leave...

Before opening the door, Dave looked at me for a few seconds, pulled me to him, causing me to let out a low squeal, then pressed his mouth to mine in a kiss while my hands rested on his chest...

“Now we can go, princess…”

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Chapter Three - You Can't Handle The Truth

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[peachymilkandcream]

Can you write Royal Au Levi deciding he is going to marry Evelyn and she tries to run away to leave but he captures her and then non-cons her repeatedly

Sealing Your Fate | Kingdom of Ash and Greed AU

(A/N: Hi hi! Thank you for the request! To keep everything within my rules I'll keep the NSFW scenes to sort of fade to black-type of writing. Hope you enjoy!)

WARNINGS: implied noncon/dubcon, big age difference, kidnapping, slavery, violence, power imbalance, implied somnophilia, forced pregnancies, forced marriage, mind breaking, yandere behaviour, yandere themes, etc.

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To say Levi wasn't getting any younger was an understatement. It seemed like he was just sliding into his thirties one day and the next he was facing his forties looming ahead.

Before he had only seen those years as the end of his bloody conquests before passing into oblivion when an heir took his place. But now he realized that in order to have a legitimate heir he needed it to come from a queen. The son of a concubine slave would never be taken seriously in this cut-throat world, the empire he had painstakingly made would be lost all because of a few legality issues.

There were always more "advantageous" matches being shoved in his face at every waking moment, but women who threw themselves at him, or were thrown by greedy fathers, disgusted him. He craved a challenge, which is why he started his bloody campaign, he wanted that feeling of conquering. That desire to torture and beat down until a thing submitted. These women were broken, willing to worship the ground he walked on if he would just give them titles. It wasn't true devotion to him, but to greed. The chances of his heir being a bastard son of some lord was a risk he wasn't willing to take.

He wanted his queen to be devoted to him alone, not caring if he were the mightiest of rulers, or the lowest of peasants. To be completely, utterly, dependent on the air he permitted her to breathe. A woman wasn't born like that, she had to be made that way. By a man like him.

Which was why he chose Evelyn. Nothing would sting his bitter rival more than his only child completely devoted to the man who decimated their lands. To see her so needy for him she blesses him with heirs out of pure gratitude to be in his presence. The shock and betrayal might kill the old bastard. The icing on the cake.

Levi sighed, it was unavoidable now. He'd have to plan an entire royal wedding.

And tell his lucky bride.

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Evelyn had been numb in shock when Levi told her of his plans. To the point she believed he was joking. Why would the most powerful man on earth pledge himself to a defeated foe? Did he just revel in her humiliation that much? She had believed that eventually he would grow tired of her and release her to go back home. Evelyn could be safe from that monster and try and have a semi-normal life taking care of her aging parents. But Levi's plans and determination only solidified one thing that had been keeping her awake at night.

He had no plans of letting her leave, ever.

There was no way she could willingly go along with this. To be on his arm as a queen to a nation that hated her, a man that viewed her as an object? She wanted more out of life. It was all a big gag to Levi and his people, she was a circus act to be seen and mocked. The high and mighty princess reduced to a life of slavery and babies. How far she had fallen.

She would not have it. She would not sit idly by and be a joke to anyone. Not anymore.

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Nothing was more humiliating to Levi than to be left at the altar on his own wedding day. The ceremony itself was private, but the few who had come witnessed this utter outrage that his bride had caused. A display of weakness that he couldn't control his prisoners, that he should have chosen another girl instead of rebel trash.

But he wasn't going to let this go so easily, if she wanted a chase she would get one. Did Evelyn really think that he would allow her to escape that easily? He would humiliate her just as she had him. It was what she deserved.

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Evelyn ran through the forest, her heart pounding and her head barely believing that she had went through with this. She must be mad to try and escape. But here she was, running free while the ground beneath soared by. She would be free, free to live how she chose and not how Levi allowed her to live. Her own person.

Until she heard the pounding of hooves behind her.

Evelyn continued to run, desperate to get away, delusional in thinking that she could outrun a horse on foot. How long had it been since she left? How did he find her so quickly? It was all over, he'd kill her, throw her to dogs, she was dead she was-

Scooped up with ease and sat firmly against the hard chest of the man she hated the most.

Daring to look up she saw the dark glint of anger in his eyes, she knew she'd done the unforgivable. One could only imagine what he would do with her when they returned.

Evelyn's stomach churned as she thought of her fate.

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To her surprise, instead of a torturous death, Levi marched Evelyn right up to the altar in front of his few gathered witnesses and held her in place.

Despite her struggles and clear repulsion to the whole event Levi held her still, answering for her and making sure she didn't squirm too much until the ceremony was over and her fate officially sealed.

No going back now.

The reception and announcement to the world was a blur. All Evelyn could process were the leering and mocking faces, the pointing and laughing that she was now their queen, the very people she hated sworn to look out for and protect.

What irony.

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The wedding night was even more monstrous than her first night with him. Her defiance to his authority was not treated lightly, and Levi made sure Evelyn knew exactly what he thought of her rebellion.

Her body would be sore for days.

It was what she deserved though, she was a fool for thinking she could come up against such a devastating man and come out the other side. She should have just accepted her place long ago, then the pain would at least be lessened. To him, it's all she was good for.

His plaything, his queen.

#attack on titan #break me slowly #shingeki no kyojin #levi x oc #levi aot #levi ackerman #levi x reader #yandere levi #yandere levi ackerman #yandere levi x reader