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[lunar-writes-things]

13) Wet Cats

"HAHAHAHA- HEY!" Scar shouted as Y/n threw some water on him laughing as they ran away to escape their consequences 

A squeal echoed through the air as arms wrapped around their waist and Mumbo called "I GOT THEM!" 

"Noooo!" Y/n cried as they squirmed 

PAUSE!

You may be wondering how they got here. 

So let's go back to a few hours ago where Y/n chose violence when they woke up. 

The morning was warm, the sun rising and warming the earth. 

It was peaceful and quiet. Y/n could hear crows screaming and Grian screaming with them, Giggles of amusement echoed through the house Y/n owned and everything felt so right. 

UNTIL PEARL, GRIAN, IMPULSE, MUMBO, AND SCAR DECIDED TO DUMP A BUCKET OF WATER ON THEIR HEAD. 

WHAT THE FUCK GUYS???

And so, they ran out and so Y/n grabbed 6 water buckets and ran around to dump them on all of the boatem

AND THAT'S IT BACK TO THE REVENGE

Y/n squealed as Mumbo picked them up by the waist and ran towards Scar who held a bucket of water ready to dump over the both of them

"WAit- Mumbo! He's gonna soak you too!" Y/n laughed and squirmed in Mumbo's arms "Stop! wait- No!" 

"Get them Scar!" Mumbo laughed, strong arms keeping Y/n in his hold as Scar jumped up and used his elytra to dump a bucket of cold water on their heads 

laughs were gurgled and soon the two were coughing out water and trying not to choke while giggling their heads off. Mumbo fell to the floor and let go of Y/n when they landed on his stomach. They scrambled away and grabbed a bucket while running to dump on impulse and pearl who were splashing Grian, his wings spread out to protect himself from the water. 

Honestly, this entire event made Y/n feel like they were a kid again. They didn't have any worries about the build, or about making sure that everything was perfect. They just focused on the friends in front of them, laughing and yelling in joy and that was enough. 

"ARRGH SCAR!" Y/n shouted as cold water was dumped on their head 

"IT WASN'T ME!" Scar yelled from across the courtyard that was in the middle of boatem, he sat on the wooden porch of Y/n's hobbit hole drying off in the sun in his chair that Y/n made. There was a chair for each of them, Y/n made sure of that. 

As they turned, Mumbo sheepishly smiled and stood with a bucket poised upside down over Y/n's head. Mumbo was soaked, he wore his suit pants but his coat and tie were discarded before this entire event so his white button-up was see-through and unbuttoned enough for Y/n to drool but they suppressed that emotion enough for them to splash Mumbo with their bucket before running to refill in the infinite water source that one of them made before this whole ordeal. 

"You-" Mumbo gasped and followed as Y/n ran and dumped water onto Impulse and Pearl before thrusting the bucket into Mumbo's hand and running away before they turned "HEY!" 

"Mumbo!" Impulse exclaimed as he turned around, shirt soaked and sticking to his skin

"What the heck!" Pearl yelled and snagged a bucket and splashed Mumbo 

"It wasn-" Mumbo's words were warped by the water entering his mouth so he had to turn and spit out the water "It wasn't me!" 

"You expect us to believe it was Y/n? Or Scar?" Impulse asked teasingly before pointing to them "They're sitting on their chairs! It has to be you... also, you were literally holding an empty bucket."

"I-" Mumbo tried to explain himself 

"GET HIM!" Grian yelled and charged at Mumbo tackling him with a loud laugh, Impulse and Pearl following shortly after 

From farther away scar gently grabbed Y/n's hand and pressed a soft kiss to it to grab their attention and say "Aren't you glad you came over to sit with me? They could have crushed you!" 

"You may be over-exaggerating a little, Honeydew." Y/n said and fiddled with his fingers "They, or you, would never intentionally hurt me, Not unless I asked..." 

"Why would you ask though?" Scar questioned and they smiled

"What if I needed my head but I wasn't allowed to kill myself?" Y/n asked and Scar's mouth made an 'o' shape and they smiled at him

"Y/N!" Pearl called out to them and waved their arm frantically "SCAR! COME ON! WE'RE GONNA GET SOME OF THE OTHER HERMITS INVOLVED IN OUR WATER FIGHT!" 

"COMING!" Y/n yelled back and gripped Scar's hand tighter to drag him up and out of his chair "Come on Honeydew, let's have some fun!" 

^^^^^

"Alright, who needs to shower first?" Y/n asked as they handed each one of the boatem members a warm towel 

"I can go first," Grian said "I take a bit though because I like to preen my wings after though."

"You go last then, I can help you preen if you want me to?" Y/n said the last part as a question. It wouldn't be the first time he let them preen his wings but Y/n also understood that only close friends, family, or even lovers are able to do that 

"Please," He smiled and his wings fluttered, excess water shaking from them and soaking her floor even more 

"I'll go before Grian, My hair can take a bit." Pearl said before a smirk etched its way onto her face "You know Y/n... If you'd like to save a bit of water then you can shower with me." 

Y/n laughed at her offer and gently grabbed her chin with a similar smirk on their face. "Nice try Dewdrop." They said, "Maybe next time."

"You're so mean!" Pearl whined, pink flushing into the apples of their cheeks and the tips of her ears as she stomped a foot 

"But it wasn't a direct no was it?" Y/n said and barely tightened their grip on Pearl's face "Dont mess up what you could have."  

"I can go first," Impulse said and took his towel to Y/n's bathroom to shower "Can you of you guys get me clothes to change into?" 

"I'll get them," Y/n spoke up "Sleep clothes?" 

"Please!" Impulse called from the restroom before he shut the door 

The door opened to the restroom, steam flying out and along with it, Y/n stepped out in their sleep clothes, Large wings shaking off the remaining water and ruffling a few feathers...

They'd have to fix that later

or...

"hey, Once I'm done preening Grian's wings can all of you guys help with mine?" They asked and each of the members perked up with interest 

Each of them knew what it meant to be asked to preen someone's wings and how vulnerable it can be for that person. So Y/n asking them to do that was like them calling the boatem crew best friends or even more. 

"Of course!" Grian was the first to perk up, his face was lit up with a bright smile. Soon the others agreed with him and grian offered to show them how to preen wings 

Grian went a little slack while Y/n preened his wings and the rest of the boatem crew watched a movie. After an hour of Y/n straightening feathers and picking out dirt, oil, and dust while reapplying the oil grian kept for his wings, Y/n was done with his wings and grian fluttered them to make sure they were okay.

"Did I do okay?" Y/n asked sitting crisscross and a pleased smile 

"You did perfect," Grian smiled and cupped their face with calloused hands and Y/n melted into the touch 

"Dinner is ready!" Impulse called and placed the last two bowls of rabbit stew on the dinner table "Come eat before we start on Y/n's wings." 

Y/n got up and stretched, their back popping and releasing the rattled and creaky bones from being hunched over Grian's wings that were oh-so-gorgeous and captivating... 

that could be bird brain talking. 

As the group ate, they talked in soft voices about anything and everything they could, from upcoming builds to what kind of dreams they usually had. It was funny, exciting, and not a topic Y/n thought they would be talking about 

after they finished, Scar and Mumbo insisted they clean up while Grian, Impulse, and Pearl set Y/n up to preen their wings. Pearl sat beside Y/n's head and placed it on her thighs, gently petting Y/n and messing with their face. Y/n laughed at her ministrations before it turned into a low whine when familiar calloused hands began to lift the weight of heavy wings while another pair of calloused hands massaged the space in between their shoulders. 

Mumbo chuckled as Y/n closed their eyes and soft coos escaped their lips as grian held the weight of Y/n's wings and Scar worked magic with his hands, massaging the space between their wings and releasing tension. Pearl was whispering sweet nothing into Y/n's ear as Mumbo and Impulse began to work on straightening out Y/n's wings and taking out oils that aren't needed before adding in the preening oil Grian uses to waterproof his wings. 

"Y/n is a melted mess." Pearl chuckled and pressed small and chaste kisses to Y/n's face, avoiding their lips "Does this usually happen Grian?" 

"Yeah," Grian said "they're so adorable. Avians usually get like this during preening. Especially if their close friends or lovers are doing it for them. We call it bird brain but essentially, its just a ton of dopamine and endorphins rushing into our bodies. Some people, mainly people who are more experienced with it, take it better than others."

"That's really cool," Pearl muttered "So can Y/n hear us right now or is it too much pleasure?" 

"They cant hear us currently. We could all confess our feelings right now and they would never know. They'll be back to normal after they go to sleep." 

"Oh yeah," Mumbo piped up "How will this work? The sleeping situation?" 

"I would assume Me, Pearl, Impulse and You would be sleeping on Y/n's bed while Grian and Y/n themselves would be on top of us?" Scar asked "Because if we sleep on your wings it hurts right? And all this preening would be for nothing." 

"Yeah. Is Y/n's bed big enough for all of us though?" Impulse asked and fixed the last section of Y/n's feathers 

"Yeah!" Pearl said "Me and them installed a new one last night. We broke it in the same day. Its huge and should give all of us enough space to sleep in." 

"Perfect," Grian said and fixed anything that was wrong with the wings "Lets move them over then and head to sleep. I don't know about you guys but I'm drained." 

The rest of the group agreed and moved Y/n over to their bed and placed them on their stomach between Impulse and Mumbo with their wings spread out before Pearl and Scar laid down with Grian in the middle of them with his wings spread out. Grian and Y/n's wings overlapped on top of Pearl and Mumbo but the group talked lowly as they began to drift off. 

Y/n had never felt more content while they were asleep.

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[toburnup]

is it greedy if i ask you about ALL of the fics on your wip list? bc i want to ask you about ALL of the fics on your wip list, the names sound SO intriguing sdkfjds 👀👀👀

(or, alternately, if you wanna keep some of the mystery - tell me about your favorite from the bunch!!)

greedy and GOOD, just the way i like it!!

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explanation here

but here is an additional snippet just 'cause:

Steve's halfway through a joint when he texts Eddie.

S: Almost 2. not looking great.

E: you know what i do when i can't sleep?

Steve swallows, hard. Slowly types a reply.

S: What?

E: i think you know.

anyway !! 😇😇😇

we waited on the thunder - rewrite

ok this one has haunted me for so long. i have nine thousand ACHING words written of this one, takes place after s4 but eddie is alive and everything is pretty much "okay" except that eddie is like very withdrawn and quiet. and dustin tells steve "you need to befriend eddie, he'll talk to you" and then they become friends over time. i actually really like this one but holy mother of god it was depressing me to write. like i wrote eddie in this way that i fell in love with, but then it became TOO MUCH and i couldn't figure out how to get him out of the corner i'd written him into (hence the "rewrite" where i tried to ease up a bit) so idk if/when this one will be posted.

snippet:

Eddie gazes at the sky with blank eyes and Steve would be afraid of the silence and the sheer stillness around them if not for the sound of Eddie's slow puff as his hand lifts to his mouth, the glow of the cigarette. The side of his shoe rests against Eddie's leg and Steve lets himself drink in the quiet.

"Do you feel that?"

Steve looks up and over at the sound of his voice. "Feel what?" Steve finally asks. His body feels like it's been sitting in the sun for too long even though the sun has set, but he's relaxed and heavy and couldn't move off the ground if he tried.

Eddie props himself up on one arm stretched behind him and tilts his chin up, chest open to the sky above which is slowly dotting with stars. He looks over with a raised brow. "Thunder."

Steve feels nothing except for the slight prickle under his skin, side effect of a warm look. He busies himself with reaching into a pocket to pull out a worn pack of smokes. He tries to hear anything outside of the rustling. Eddie's exhale.

"I don't feel it." As his light sparks, he chances a glance over and Eddie is still looking. He blames the heat on the lighter as Eddie's eyes trail over his face. Quiet again. A single breath. "You hear thunder,  you don't feel it." Steve sets his lighter aside.

Eddie lets his head rest back, arms bending until he's flat on the ground. Steve feels the dry grass against his bare ankle, thinks he feels the crawling sensation of a bug but doesn't want to move - doesn't want to be the one to move first. The silent moments spread. Finally, he feels the brush of Eddie's hand as he lets it rest against his shin, hand warm through his jeans. He wonders if Eddie's hand has callouses or if they're smooth like his own.

Steve exhales, smoke drifting above them, clouding the stars.

Eddie's voice is quiet. His response hangs in the air, following the smoke as the breeze eventually carries it away.

"I feel it."

somewhere along the california coast

hahahaha the name is a placeholder because i was trying to find a small coastal town in california that worked for this story, but i kind of like how it looks like this

this was like. the original seed of my swimmer!steve, but this is just a very cute fic of steve teaching eddie how to swim. i think i stopped working on this when i wrote the steve-and-eddie-go-to-the-lake story because they had similar vibes but i might finish this one at some point.

snippet:

"Just - just go in a bit further and like. Lay flat. You don't have to go all the way in, the ocean is all the same."

So Eddie nods, seems to be taking his advice and wades in further until he's up to his waist. "Fuck, fuck, FUCK. It's cold. How are those demons over there swimming in this?"

"Those are children." Steve floats on his back, paddles over to Eddie. "Just, do this."

"Easier said than done." But Eddie seems to be trying, is kneeling down and leaning back like he's folding. Steve holds out one hand as Eddie slips back, sending a splash.

"Here - just, take my hand and -" Eddie is clinging to Steve more than expected, and Steve helps ease him onto his back. Keeps one hand on the low part of his back and steadies him as he floats.

"Jesus. People do this for fun? This is terrifying." Eddie has his eyes squeezed shut. "And it's salty."

"Yep, thats the ocean for ya." Steve lets go of him and for a brief moment, Eddie floats and looks at peace. Takes a shuddering breath but has a little smile. Then a larger wave rolls by and his face goes under, so he gets his feet back under him and sputters in annoyance.

"Okay. I've decided. Swimming? Not for me."

"I don't think I'd call that swimming, personally."

THANK YOU FOR ASKING 💙💙

#mack #and !! that's all my WIP! yay #WIP #vio writes #tag game

[yandere-sins]

Can I see bondage and blood (4 and 6) for the bratty goat man that is Lucio. I just got into the arcana and I’m loosing my mind over this brat. I love it.

Hahahaha, welcome to the fandom! Thanks for requesting the goat man lol Enjoy ^^

Bondage - “Darling your such a tease. I’ll give you a taste of what it’s like playing with fire.” 

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There were so many red flags when you received the invitation to the Palace. All these rumors about a sickness spreading through the streets of Vesuvia, yet, the count still requested the likes of you to attend to him and keep him company while people began drawing back and isolate. Sure, tending to anyone who demanded your service was your daily bread, but you’d rather stayed at your home as well.

But he was a paying customer and not a first-timer either. Also, as the count, he was paying very, very well. Once these ‘sickness’ wore down, it would be good money in your hand to have, especially if you wanted nothing more than to leave this place.

That wasn’t all, of course. Every visit you spend at his side was filled with lavish meals and grand festivities. You felt less than an escort and more than an actual member of the high society when you were with him. But all the presents and clothes he gave to you were starting to drown you in guilt and fear that one day, this was something to hold over your head if you weren’t careful.

So, why did you go back?

Biting your cheek, you wondered about your reasons as you put on yet another wonderful, soft and endearing garment that he had prepared for you. Lucio hadn’t even arrived yet, but you knew by his choices that he grew bolder every time. You had told him right at the start, from be very beginning, that you weren’t interested in more than staying by his side and looking nice. That other services weren’t your occupation, and even less were you interested in something personal.

Yet, your hands began to sweat nervously as Lucio got announced, servants rushing to open the door for him, and your bad feeling intensified.

“[Name]!” he called out joyfully, arms open wide to pull you into a hug, entering the room without even a moment of hesitation. Lucio wasn’t a typical noble. Everyone talked about him behind his back of how unfit he was in his position. To greet you first and so casually - in front of servants no less - kind of confirmed that. No one would tell him off, strangely enough, giving him the respect to do as he pleased. Perhaps that was the influence of his wife, but you weren’t unhappy that he wasn’t spitting in your face or belittling you like the others would once they were done with you.

“Count,” you greeted him briefly, bowing your head to him with a small smile you could muster. No second later, you were virtually overrun by him, finding yourself dipped down and in his arms in the blink of an eye. “Finally some good company,” he smirked, reaching for your hand to kiss it. Charm, he had, even if this was one of the few good points you could name about him.

It was a rather typical meeting, minus the grand balls he liked to throw for his ‘friends’. Just you too, a table between you that was smaller than the one he usually filled with food. The menu was just as delicious, even though you two had it in silence, Lucio never losing the smile on his face. He usually was much more talkative, so you let him talk, but today, even if you spoke up, he wouldn’t react with his great stories and even greater enthusiasm. Maybe, it was just a calm day for him. Maybe he was just exhausted.

The time couldn’t run out faster, your eyes occasionally flitting to the small clock on top of the fireplace. Yet, every time you’d be disappointed with how much time was still left. You had been served tea, the servants leaving you alone as soon as the biscuits were placed down on the coffee table in front of you. Only when the door fell into its lock did Lucio finally sigh deeply, as if he was bothered by a heavy weight on his shoulders.

“I thought about it,” he finally spoke up, his words more serious than you had heard from him ever. This voice, paired with his words, rose another flinch of nervosity in you, and you sipped at your cup filled with warmth to hide your anxiety. Lucio walked back over to you, sitting down next to you on the couch and taking an inelegant sip of his own cup. “I want you to stay here.”

Immediately, the tea you just drank left a bitter aftertaste on your tongue, and you backed away noticeable. “My Count, I told you in the very beginning I don’t stay the night--”

“No, no!” he quickly waved off, shaking his head before taking a deep breath and reaching for your hands. You wanted to pull away, but at the same time, you feared upsetting such an important figure in this society by behaving rudely. “I meant forever.”

“Forever...?” you muttered, feeling your expression crunch up in confusion. “My Lord, I don’t think that would be appropriated--”

You really couldn’t see yourself, an escort, stay by his side.

“Not yet, but...” his voice trailed off as you thought to see hints of red grace his cheeks. “I will make you Count Consort. I mean it! You’ll have all the rights that even the Countess has, and you’ll be allowed to stay here.”

His offer sounded sincere at least, his expression giving off the impression that - even if it was foolish - he meant it. It took you a lot of strength not to gasp in his face about what he said, the mere idea of you becoming such a high-ranking member of nobility scaring and appalling you. Maybe this was a dream coming true for many people, but not for you. Not for someone like you who wanted to leave this city for a new start, and especially the Count who was starting to do what you always feared he would: Monopolize you.

“I cannot,” you said firmly, feigning regret in your voice before pulling your hands from his. “Why?” he asked, inching closer, your legs touching while he kept snapping for your hands. “I... I just can’t.”

“That’s not a reason. You can. Just say yes and stay with me.”

Finally, he managed to get a hold of your wrists, squeezing them tightly in his fingers. The golden prothesis always had scared you a little when he touched you with it. It was cold, and not rarely he put on claws on top of his fingertips that seemed more than just dull accessories. You were glad it wasn’t the case this time, yet the sheer strength he managed to bring up with it was only made more painful by the metal.

“No!” you gasped, finally letting your feeling of fear and disgust showing on your face. It was in the gist of the moment, Lucio witnessing your rejection, that he loosened the strength on his grip so you could tear your arm away. You didn’t mean to cross his cheek with your palm. You really didn’t! But when you realized the slapping sound echoing through the room, it was already too late, and you had jumped up, staring at what you did in horror.

The next moment, you ran to the door, slamming into the wood as it wouldn’t budge when you wanted to open it.

You always believed that he was different, but perhaps, you should have heeded the warnings. He treated you nicely, but in the end, when the other escorts told you that he had little patience, yet mighty demands of his partners, you should have heeded their advice to not go agree again and again to visit him. They told you about what he took pleasure in; the colosseum, the wars, bloodshed, and people worshipping him. It should have been enough for you to not return. To see that he was no good man, even if he treated you right.

“Darling you’re such a tease,” you heard behind you, and no second passed that another body pressed up to you, locking you between the door and Lucio. “You want me to fight for you? Beg you? Run after you? If that’s what you want, sure, I don’t mind.”

Exasperated, you turned around, not wanting to leave your back so exposed to him, only to find yourself staring right at a golden key he held in front of you. Hesitant, you glanced at him, his eyes now clearly duller compared to before, where he looked at you as the object of his affection, but the smile playing on his lips was anything but sincere. The mismatch of expression scared you, but you quickly snatched the key from him, fiddling with the door a little until you heard the lock open. Pressed up so close to it, it was no surprise you lost your footing, tumbling to the ground as it finally gave away. In the hallway usually filled with hustling and bustling of servants and guards, dead silence and darkness were all that awaited you.

You faintly remembered the layout as you stumbled to your feet, giving a short glance over your shoulder as you saw Lucio step out of the room as well, his hand leisurely coming up to usher you forwards. “Run, my Beloved. It’s only fair if you have a chance to escape. You always told me how you wanted to escape your life, so here I thought we were under the same impression, but in the end, you’re going to hate me as well, don’t you?”

His words were so sad, yet, their meaning scarier than anything to you. You never realized... that he thought this way. That up till now, he had been looking out for you after all. “But it doesn’t matter if you hate me,” he added, shoulders slumping as he looked at you pitifully. “Everyone does, but that means they let me do what I want. And I want to be with you. Deep down, you know I can make your wish come true. Otherwise, why would you have always come back to me?”

Now, you weren’t waiting anymore. As quickly as you could, with the fabric of the garment rushing by you as you ran, you made your way to what you thought was the exit. There was something mad about the way he uttered these last sentences, and you didn’t want to find out. Not when you heard his steps follow after you.

“That’s a dead-end,” he called behind you as you dipped into a sidearm of the hallway. “Don’t make it easy for me to catch you, Sweetheart.”

But it was already too late; you had to move forward. You’d slip into a room there and jump out of the window if it turned out that there wasn’t any way left to go. But the further in you got, the fewer doors you saw until they only sparsely appeared around you. Every time you thought, “One more, the next I will enter and escape,” but then they stopped appearing completely, and you ran right into a portrait of your suitor at the end of the hallway.

“You went easy on me?” you heard behind you. “You’re such an adorable rabbit. You could have just told me that you wanted me to court you some more! But don’t you worry.”

Eventually, Lucio caught up to you while you pressed up to the wall in your back, eyeing for a chance to escape him. Until it was too late, his face so close to you, you felt his breath against your lips and a cold, uncomfortable grip around your chin. “Hate me all you want, but I finally realize this is what you want too. You got me really riled up now, [Name]. We can play all night long if you want.”

You wanted to say something, do something, slap him again! But you couldn’t. You couldn’t even move a finger, or take a breath, captivated by the glowing silver of his eyes, shining even in the dark. “I’ll give you a taste of what it’s like playing with fire,” he whispered before you felt his lips close in on yours.

“Because that’s what you did to me too and now it’s your turn to get burned.”

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[doubledgesword-2]

Can I get Vil Schoenheit x Rival Celebrity? They shoot insults at each other but end up flirting? Take it as far as you want! Any gender reader is fine lol

Oh, ma Gooosh!! This is the first Matcha Tea I've gotten, and I'm all for this. I had so much fun with this one, and I want to show you lil' sugar cubes the difference between characters I know and the ones that I don't. I do my research before writing a character that I'm unfamiliar with, but I will be sincere: I butchered the last request (Shalnark's). I will try to rewrite it, but other characters apart from the stated ones are a bit hard for me ( ˘︹˘ ).

I will always try my best for ya'll! Enjoy this steaming Matcha (❛‿❛✿)

“What a shameless potato,” nimble fingers scrolled down on their phone, looking at the menagerie of pictures from one single account: yours.

You and Vil were from the same industry, just not the same department per se. While he was a model and actor, you were a j pop star and actress. Your popularity and his were on the same level, but he was slightly higher if you asked him or his fans. Ever since the two of you met on set for a fantasy-like movie, you repelled each other’s presence like oil and water.

Amethyst eyes glared at your smiling picture, and a thousand critiques passed through his mind. Your make-up did not complement your features; what was your make-up artist thinking? That nail polish didn’t match with your skin, and your haircut didn’t go with your face and countless other thoughts. But that wasn’t his place to tell, and besides, you living in his head rent-free wasn’t good for his skin. Stress kills, and thinking about you was very stressful.

The subway doors opened, and Vil gripped his side bag, adjusting his beret and sunglasses and walking out with the amount of confidence and power it took to walk down the runway. The sea of people diligently coming and going parted for him without a cue. They just did like mindless fish around a predator. It was in their nature to give in, in the presence of something so regal.

Vil had a photoshoot to go, and he couldn’t miss a beat. His agenda was full and complicated; anyone who tried to follow it would surely lose their minds after the first three days of the same arduous pace. But he could handle it with the grace of a swan. He was the great Vil Shoenheit. He wondered if you could handle a week in his shoes. You probably would drop exhausted and disheveled, complaining about the hard work. The thought made him smirk smugly, and passerby fans who recognized him couldn’t even keep up to ask for an autograph.

He just couldn’t fathom how you had such a fan base with your attitude and manners. Sure, in front of the cameras, you were a sweetheart, stealing everyone’s hearts, singing like an empowered angel, and making them think you were as far from the villain he knew you truly were. Vil knew your kind and recognized it the moment he met you on set. Heck, you couldn’t even contain your disdain in interviews when the two of you had to sit side by side. It was uncomfortable, to say the least; the poor reporter was so painfully awkward trying to alleviate the tenseness in the room.

“So (Y/N), how do you feel being an actress in a big-budget movie while also singing and performing the next week? Is it exhausting?”

You sided glared at Vil, and gave the reporter a smug grin. “Well, I think I can handle a little bit of work. It’s not in me to sit around and look pretty, you know. But then again, I guess that’s what some people are into, so we can’t judge them. They might not understand hard work.”

Vil smiled with closed eyes. You were such an amateur. If it weren’t for the fact that you were actively throwing shade on him and being so annoying at it, too, he might think you were cute.

Of course, Vil wouldn’t back down; that’s not what he was taught. The crown was his, and he would take it with hard work and determination. Which means potatoes like you don’t really matter in the long run of things.

“Vil-senpai, how do you manage your modeling gig and your acting? I mean, it must be hard to run from one event to the next since they’re so close behind each other?”

“Well, dear, we models are more than just a pretty face. We represent big companies and events that many couldn’t even fathom getting into. My schedule might be a bit tight, but I was born into this lifestyle, and I have learned many skills to help me move and work in these types of environments. I can say one thing for sure not a lot of people can handle my agenda, one day in my heels, and they might slip if you know what I mean, darling.”

You scoffed under your breath, and it made Vil’s smile grow wider.

“Ahh, Vil-senpai is a hard worker for sure. Perhaps one day I could do an interview that can provide insight to one day of your agenda.”

“Anytime you want, darling, it would be lovely,” he knew with every word that came out of his mouth; you simmered even more.

“Are there any hobbies or activities that can fit into your schedules?

Vil was about to open his mouth when you beat him to it.

“Well, I don’t think he’s allowed to have any, you know, with his busy schedule. But I do love partaking in (hobby). I think it is a nice way to unwind and take my mind off of everything. Since stress it’s not good for your vocals, you know. I try to keep myself in top shape for my lovely fans.”

Vil was raging. How dare you interrupt him when he was clearly about to talk. Didn’t your parent taught you any manners, or are you so much of a spoiled brat to care for?

“Ahh, interesting. Does Vil Sendai have any hobbies in particular?

“As a matter of fact, I do” you were looking at him with an expectant smirk. You were genuinely curious to hear what he had to say. “I like to make beauty and make-up tutorials that are beneficial for a lot of my fans. I like to show them how to use brushes correctly what and what not to do with concealer. Those are bonding moments for me and my fans. I think they are important.”

At the end of that interview, a single question brought the anger and tense meter to burst. Now the tensions and dislikes weren’t palpable. They were visible.

“Oh, I’ve had some partners, but I like to focus more on my work, unlike some other artists who like to jump around; my projects come first, and I don’t want to ruin my partner’s and I relationship by not spending enough time with them.”

“Wow, he really doesn’t like to have fun.”

“I do just not with the likes of you.”

“Come on, pretty boy, you couldn’t handle me even if you were begging pretty on your knees.”

“Dream on, potato, you might be prettier than most potatoes, but you’re still that a potato with some potential. I bet if push came to shove, you wouldn’t last seconds with me.

“I bet you wouldn’t make it into the second round without having to retouch your make-up with me. Besides, it’s not like you’ll last long enough to even sweat that much.”

“Well, that’s a relief to know I wouldn’t have to put much effort into pleasing someone like you.”

The reporter was utterly flushed, and that was cut from the interview recording. Good thing that it was, or people might’ve gotten the wrong impression. That you liked each other or something.

Or something.

After that interview, rumors spread like they always do, and fans started gossiping about the two of you secretly together but having to hate each other in public to save face since it’s a big rumor that singers and models don’t actually go well together in the industry.

Such wild imagination and machinations fans have. It brought out a small chuckle.

Vil passed through the automatic doors telling the receptionist his name and guiding him to the set. Once there, he settled his stuff over the make-up table and sat back to look once more through his phone.

“Have you seen this?” A text notification annoying appeared on the screen.

Vil tch and opened the message to reveal a very well photoshopped photo of him and you sitting and drinking at some café. You were smiling like he just told you you were beautiful, and it was a good look on you.

This was outrageous. Who would go to such lengths? Suddenly a bag dropped right on the table next to him. He looked up to meet your eyes as you took off your sunglasses, slowly realizing who was sitting beside you.

“Oh no,” you faintly muttered underneath your breath but not faintly enough that Vil couldn’t hear you.

He scoffed and went back to look at the stupid picture, texting his manager as mad as he was.

“Oh, you saw it too,” you commented, sitting down and looking at your own phone.

Vil didn’t answer. He really didn’t care about your opinion on this; his credibility was on the line. He was supposed to hate you, and that’s how things should go.

“Well, at least they got a good angle of my face, not to mention I’m actually smiling for once.”

“Actually, smil- what are you talking about potato? All you do is smile in all of your pictures. That’s why you have to hide your wrinkles with make-up,” he said as if it was the most obvious thing.

“Well, as presumptuous as that was, proud little peacock, I actually never smile genuinely for the cameras. My genuine smile is reserved for good moments. I guess not anymore.”

At that, Vil felt like the two of you clicked. He knew the feeling, the invasive nature of fame, and the lack of privacy was very real in the industry. It’s the first thing you have to get through. But listening to you say made him realize you’re just like him.

“Well, if you behave during the shoot, I might feel inclined to reward you for good behavior” he grinned at you.

“Mmm, you make it sound as if you don’t like the way I make you crumble in front of everyone. It’s like you’re denying yourself the pleasure, and here I thought you liked the masochism.”

“Hahahaha, I’ll step on you once we’re done here. Maybe that and a little bit of discipline will put you in your place. However, your lack of manners and running mouth might be a problem; perhaps all you need is a nice pacifier. I can help with that.”

You both were so close to each other muttering salacious threats that you didn’t realize how flustered everyone else was in the room.

It was going to be another one of those shoots.

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[maddieinwonder]

Request from @willowrose99: Hello sweet one! Congratulations on 100 followers! It's such a big mile stone and you should be so proud of yourself! Your fics are so great and deserve all the love in the world! Can I get some headcanons for the on how they would spend time together? Like a Easter dinner for example? And can I also get a reader x Spencer request with the promts: “Get the hell out of here' and “Please don’t scare me like that ever again"! Something angsty and fluffy? Thank you, lovely. Will x

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Warnings: Minor violence & swearing, mention of blood

Word Count: 1k

A/N: Here as promised, @willowrose99 ♡ I hope you like it! It's a bit on the long side, cause once I started writing the dialogue, I just couldn't stop hahahaha. Also it's implied that Spencer & reader are in a relationship, but this is the first time Spencer says "I love you."

Masterlist

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You didn't have much time left.

Your vision was beginning to fade in and out, but you could just barely make out the time on the clock in front of you. Four hours, and still no sign of rescue.

The unsub was real pissed about it, too. He'd been tinkering with something behind you for the past few hours, but he suddenly stopped half an hour ago, yelling about how the FBI was "stupider than he expected" and that he wouldn't get the chance to show off "his masterpiece" in front of "an audience."

You blinked your eyes tightly, trying to fight off what was surely a concussion, but the dull pain in your head droned on and you could barely register anything he was saying.

Only the metallic taste of your own blood was keeping you conscious now. That, and the flickering hope that your team would come in time for you. That you could see Spencer at least once more.

But you didn't have much time left.

Red and blue lights flooded the windows in front of you, and a relief spread throughout your body, only for it to devolve into terror as the unsub trailed his fingers across your face.

“Looks like I don’t need you anymore, sweet cheeks.” He drawled. He waved what you realised was a remote in front of your face, and your heart stopped. “I knew they were going to save you eventually, and now they're going to walk right into my trap."

“You’re going to go down with all of us too.” You spat, your voice strained from hours of screaming.

“Why, that’s the idea. I thought you were smarter than this.” His smile broke into a calculating stare. That’s when you heard them yell “FBI!” before kicking down the doors.

No, they had to get out of here now.

“Drop the weapon!” Spencer yelled, and the rest lined up next to him, all pointing their guns at the unsub’s head.

“Get out...” You struggled to scream. “He’s got a bomb!”

“Peter Robinson. Put down the remote, slowly.” Hotch commanded. Spencer was looking directly at you, his face warped with concern while the unsub simply laughed.

“Oh, you must be Spen-cer.” Robinson sing-songed, walking up to the doctor while the rest continued to train their guns on him. “You know, my little hostage just couldn’t shut up. Kept on screaming for her brave hero, until I had to bash her head in to keep her quiet.”

Your vision was going now, but you heard the sound of a gun cocking. “Reid.” Hotch warned.

Robinson only continued to laugh, as if he'd just stumbled upon the funniest situation in the world. “You know, I thought you’d at least look like that,” he gestured to Morgan, “but turns out you’re just a skinny little nerd with pretty hair.” He sneered.

“You fuc—“ Spencer’s voice was rising.

“Last warning, Robinson. Put down the remote or we'll shoot.” Morgan interrupted loudly, as the rest slowly moved in on him.

The unsub smirked, and you realised your team was out of time. "Get the hell out of here!" You tried to yell, but your voice only managed to croak out the words. "Leave me!"

Robinson grinned then. "Smart call for someone stupid enough to walk in here alone. But it's alright, because nobody here is going to remember your mistake when they're dea—"

A gun shot rang out and you winced, the loud sound causing your dull headache to flare in pain.

There was a loud thud as Robinson collapsed, and the remote clattered as it hit the ground. You managed to pry open your eyes for a moment, only to regret it as his dead eyes stared blankly into yours.

While the bomb squad rushed in to disarm the place, Spencer only had eyes for you, wordlessly undoing the binds on your arms and legs before sweeping you into a tight hug. You breathed in the scent of paperbacks and coffee, and your body instantly relaxed. You were home, at last.

The tears you had wilfully denied the unsub were finally rolling down your cheeks, as Spencer's body gently shook against your own.

“I don't know what I would have done if you were... if we didn't...” He mumbled into your shoulder, before breaking the hug to look directly into your eyes. "Please don’t scare me like that ever again.” Tears were welling up in his eyes, and your heart ached at the sight.

“I won’t. I promise.” You replied through your own tears, wincing as you lifted your hand to touch his cheek. "But I never lost faith that you would save me, Spence." You said softly.

"What if I didn't?" He asked, his voice barely above a whisper. A terror-stricken look flashed across his face.

"But you did." You stroke his cheek gently.

Spencer covered your hand with his own and kissed it softly. Then his lips curved into a relieved smile. "You know I'm never going to let you out of my sight again, right?" He said softly, watching as the medics arrived by your side.

"I think I can live with that." You smiled back tenderly.

All the way from the crime scene to the hospital, Spencer stayed true to his word. Even after all the checkups and visits from the rest of the team, despite the insistence from the hospital staff, he continued to stay by your side, holding your hand gently.

But it was only when the two of you were finally alone, and you were drifting off to sleep for the first time in 18 hours, that he says those three words while pressing his lips to your forehead.

"I love you." He whispered, and despite everything you'd endured that day, this was the one thing that made your heart race.

"I love you too." You mumbled quietly in return. Even if you couldn't see his face, you could feel the smile that radiated from his body and the squeeze of his hand in acknowledgement.

You fell asleep shortly after, feeling at peace and in love.

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Kiro’s Chanting Praise Date Translation [CN]

Hi, everyone! Just a couple of notes before you begin reading. I don’t actually know Chinese so this translation was done through the power of Google Translate and with help from @keliosyfan​. Thank you! 💛

The translation below contains spoilers for a date not yet released in the ENG server so please don’t look below the cut if you don’t want to be spoiled.

You can read the call that comes before the date here!~

Hope you enjoy!~

*Spoilers for future content below!*

In the depths of the Golden Palace, there is a silver-haired prince.

His palace gate is always shut and no one can enter

His figure is covered by shadows and he has never seen the sun.

His voice was cursed by a demon and could not be heard.

Guard: Find him!!

Guard: Where did he go?

Disharmonious sounds suddenly sounded in the lively market. The sound of footsteps hurriedly came from afar, arousing the curiosity of the vendors.

The guards were fierce-looking. They were wielding scimitars and looked as though they were searching for someone. One of the guards walked up to me and looked me up and down a few times.

Guard: Hey, woman. 

Guard: Did you see a kid in a cloak passing by?

MC: No. I’ve been here the whole time and haven’t seen any strange people.

MC: Has the kid in question committed anything?

Guard: Humph, just a little mouse that sneaked into our master’s house!

Guard: I’ll ask you again, are you sure you haven’t seen this person? If you dare to lie….

He raised the sharp scimitar as he spoke. I couldn’t help but shrink back as I tried to keep my voice calm.

MC: I would never dare to lie to the great Lord Jinsha. I really haven’t seen this person.

MC: You can prove it by asking the person next to you!

The guard looked around. As expected, the other vendors waved to him and said that they hadn’t seen him. He snorted angrily.

Guard: Since you haven’t seen him, don’t get in the way!

The guard pushed me against the wall and ran to the other end of the alley.

After watching the family members disappear, I quietly patted the big wooden basket behind me.

MC: Alright, it’s ok to come out.

??: ….! 

The wooden basket shook slightly and the straw on top was pushed aside by a slender hand, revealing messy blond hair under the cloak and a pair of bright blue eyes.

The blond kid poked out half of his head and looked side to side before smiling up at me.

MC: Don’t worry, no one ratted you out.

The vendors all around showed friendly smiles to the kid. He pulled off his mask in relief.

The kid jumped out of the wooden basket swiftly and gave me a brilliant smile.

??: But you are the one I should be most grateful for!

??: My name is Kiro. What about you?

MC: My name is MC.

Kiro: MC….

He said my name again and nodded.

Kiro: Well, I’ll remember your name and I will repay you in the future! 

He said this as he put on his cloak. As he was about to leave, I grabbed his wrist.

MC: I don’t want it in the future. Can you do me a favour now? I need it quickly!

I hurriedly spoke, not letting Kiro have the chance to refuse me.

MC: Didn’t you get chased by a guard because you snaked into the mansion of Lord Jinsha?

MC: Then you can probably tell me, did you see a travelling artist like me in it?

Kiro looked at me with a slightly surprised expression.

Kiro: Travelling artist? Is there something wrong with them?

MC: They….

MC: It’s too hard to talk here. Come with me.

I looked around vigilantly, put on my veil, and beckoned to Kiro.

Passing through the alleys, the hustle and bustle gradually grew farther and farther.

I led Kiro through the city and finally stopped in front of a travelling artist’s caravan.

MC: This is my home.

MC: I am a dancer in a travelling theatre troupe. Some time ago, I passed by here from Wangcheng to make a living in the market.

MC: Half a month ago, our theatre troupe was summoned by Lord Jinsha for a dinner performance.

MC: The people at the market all advised us not to go, saying that many others were recruited by him before. They never showed up again.

MC: But we didn’t dare defy him. I was the only one that didn’t attend as I suddenly fell ill that day but the others went.

MC: After that day…. my companions disappeared.

Kiro: They didn’t come back?

MC: Well, the caravan and luggage are still here so it would’ve been impossible for them to leave.

MC: Kiro, do you think they will be sold as slaves as the rumours say?....

Kiro: Don’t be too scared. Actually, time moved really quickly just now and I only searched part of the mansion when I snuck in. 

Kiro: Maybe your companions are staying in other rooms and I just didn’t get to see them?

MC: Even so….

Kiro’s comfort only slightly soothed my anxiety. However, an even greater worry was still surging in my heart. I sighed.

MC: Alas….if there is any way to save them, it would be great.

Kiro: I have a solution, wanna try? 

Kiro: Actually, I was um…. a spy and took a job. So, I had to sneak into the mansion of Lord Jinsha to investigate.

Kiro: I was discovered by a guard at that moment which caused me to fail my mission. I'm thinking of how to get in again. 

Kiro: At this time, let’s cooperate and pretend to be a pair of travelling artists.

Kiro: I will be the singer and you will be the dancer! To tell you the truth, I can sing very well! 

Kiro looked excited, but, how could a spy be a good singer? I shook my head.

MC: It’s not that easy. I heard that Lord Jinsha’s ears are very particular and that it’s hard for ordinary singers to be liked by him….

My hesitation was interrupted by Kiro’s singing.

The moment the first note was sung by him, my eyes widened.

Kiro sang the simplest but cheerful melody. His voice was very low, his words very casual.

But such easy-going singing has surpassed all the singers I have ever heard.

It seems that he isn’t standing in front of a messy caravan but rather a lively banquet. And in that banquet, he is the focus.

The last lyrics left his mouth and Kiro winked at me and my stunned face.

Kiro: Would you like to cooperate with me now, little dancer? 

[Second Part]

My cooperation with Kiro is going extremely smoothly.

In just ten days, our travelling act had gained fame in the city.

Most of this fame was because of Kiro.

For some reason, no matter how simple the ballads that are sung by him seem to have colours, pictures, and smells.

Whenever he plunged into the world of music, he would inexplicably reveal a lonely and noble breath.

People wanted to get close but they didn’t dare to do so.

MC: Sometimes I think you really don’t look like a spy….

Kiro: Wait, what are you talking about?

MC: Nothing! I mean you sing so nicely. I wouldn’t be tired of hearing it even if I listened for a hundred years! 

Kiro: A hundred years? I think you could listen to it for a lifetime. 

His carefree words made my heart beat faster and my ears became a little hot for some reason. I quickly changed the subject.

MC: We’ve been practicing for a while today. Would you like to take a break and go to the street?

Kiro: Okay. Now that you mention it, I feel a little hungry.

We were going to the market to search for food. When we were passing by the long rows of houses, I suddenly heard sorrowful weeping from one of the houses.

Kiro: ….

Kiro stopped. Looking through the cracks in the dilapidated door curtain, there’s an old woman crying and holding her son.

But her son was unaware of his mother’s grief and his eyes stared up at the ceiling, saliva spilling from the corner of his mouth.

Seeing this scene, I shook my head unbearably.

MC: Another person infected by a strange disease….

MC: Last time we passed by the Royal City, we heard that there were lost souls there.

MC: Who knows when the cure will be found….

Kiro: This is not a natural disease. It’s man-made.

MC: Man-made? How do you know?

Kiro: Uh….

His eyes wandered for a while before he decided to finally answer me.

Kiro: Because….I am a subordinate of the “Silver Prince”. I am investigating this matter under his order.

MC: The silver-haired prince?!

MC: It’s the “spokesperson of the demon” whose voice is cursed in the legend and likes to manipulate others…. *Changed some wording here*

I trailed off the rest of the sentence because I saw Kiro’s face becoming a little pale.

MC: I’m sorry! I forgot that you are his subordinate and shouldn’t say that to him.

Kiro: It’s okay. Do people talk about him like this?

MC: Not really….

MC: Most of the people who say that are big landlords and wealthy merchants like Lord Jinsha and people who followed suit.

Kiro: What about you? What do you think of the silver-haired prince? 

MC: Me? I have no idea.

MC: After all, the noble existence of the prince is beyond my knowledge. Why do you ask?

Kiro: Oh….

MC: ….

Did I say something wrong again? Why do I feel that Kiro’s expression seems to be even more disappointed?

Should I just flatter his master?

Thinking of this, I quickly coughed and changed my tune.

MC: But, ah, I think the prince must not be as scary as the legend makes him out to be….

MC: He did send you to investigate the bad guys after all. He must be a very wise prince!

MC: As for the curse, the “spokesperson of the demon”, that must’ve been a rumour spread by others!

MC: I respect him with my heart!

Kiro looked at me and blinked, the corners of his mouth bent upwards uncontrollably.

Kiro: Pff….Hahahaha!

MC: Why are you laughing?

Kiro: Nothing, nothing. When I go back, I will convey your compliments to the prince! 

Kiro: When this matter is over, he will definitely reward you greatly. You can make any request.

MC: Really? Then I’ll have to think hard about what reward I want from the prince.

Seeing him happy made me happy. I turned the conversation back to the topic at hand. *Changed some wording*

MC: So, the last time you snuck into Lord Jinsha’s mansion, was it also to investigate this matter?

Kiro nodded.

Kiro: I found an incense with a strange composition in Wangcheng. This incense has a strong aroma and is highly addictive.

Kiro: Long-term exposure will cause people to lose their souls.

Kiro: I tracked it down all the way here and finally found the main supplier of the spice; the so-called “Master of Golden Sand”. 

Kiro: But he’s good at covering his tracks. If there is no concrete evidence that he sold it, then it’s difficult to convict him.

Kiro looked back at the small house as he said this, his face contemplative.

MC: Kiro, did you think of something?

Kiro: It’s just a theory that I have that has a few loose ends. It can only be verified after successfully sneaking in.

Kiro and I had a simple meal at the market. On the way back, we suddenly found a circle of people in front of the caravan.

It was Lord Jinsha’s guards.

Kiro and I quickly glanced at each other and then walked towards the caravan together.

Kiro: Is there anything wrong, sir?

Guard: You are the famous artist couple travelling the city recently?

The guard raised his jaw arrogantly.

Guard: Follow us.

(Cut to the mansion)

Dancer: MC, your solo dance is really good! Your footwork is especially light, just like stepping on a cloud!

MC: Haha, thanks for your compliment.

I absent-mindedly exchanged greetings with other travelling artists. However, the big rock in my heart never lightened up.

The evening before yesterday, the guards took us to the mansion of Lord Jinsha. They told us that he would be holding a banquet in two days and we would be the entertainers who will perform for the banquet.

Everything is going according to plan but Kiro and I both felt a little uneasy.

It felt as if we were prey on a cobweb and some kind of behemoth spider was hanging above us, its saliva dripping greedily.

And just two hours ago, Kiro was called away by Lord Jinsha’s guests, saying that he would be performing for their private banquet.

MC: It’s already afternoon, why hasn’t he come back?

Lord Jinsha’s guests must be some domineering bastards. What if they embarrass Kiro?

I was really uneasy. I finally gritted my teeth and slid out while the people by the entrance weren’t paying attention.

The Jinsha mansion is amazingly large with its luxurious gold ornaments and white jade luxuriant flowers. I hid under the shadow of the flowers, looking for the way to the guest house.

Fweet!

There was a sharp whistle from above which made me look upward.

I saw a hawk passing by a low altitude, drawing a sharp arc, and finally flying towards one of the small courtyards.

Is there anyone there?

I silently made my way to where the hawk landed.

As soon as I approached the courtyard, I heard two male voices talking in the pavilion.

??: Jinsha, the old fox, doesn’t answer our calls at all. He just pretends to be stupid whenever he mentions incense.

??: I guess that’s it.

One of the voices is low and strange. And the other….

It’s Kiro.

I carefully plucked the flowering branches and saw the familiar figure not far away. 

Kiro had his back to me while leaning leisurely on the soft pillow, playing with a string of jewels in his hands.

On the other side of the pavilion stood a wealthy, middle-aged man who looked at him respectfully.

The hawk was perched on his shoulder, making a gentle cooing sound in his throat.

In the afternoon, the bright light of the scorching sun made his hair gleam and outlined the muscles on his thin waist.

The kid’s expression is arrogant and cold, like a little singer “coerced” over to perform.

If it weren’t for him still wearing that coarse cloth, I would almost think he was the deity who mastered the sun.

The light is dazzling; it’s too bright to look at.

Kiro: He has already discovered that he’s been exposed in Wangcheng’s business network and certainly won’t dare to make a public appearance. 

Kiro: Tonight’s banquet, no matter what method you use, you must hold him back. If necessary, you’re allowed to make a little mess.  

Wealthy Man: Yes.

Listening to the conversation between the two, there was a buzzing in my head.

Kiro actually planned this banquet? Lord Jinsha’s guests are Kiro’s people?

Isn’t he just a spy? How could he make that wealthy middle-aged man act so respectfully to him?

Before I had time to think more, Kiro seemed to have noticed something and quickly turned his head!

Kiro: Who’s there?! 

[Third Part]

Those blue eyes sharply locked onto the flower bush where I was hiding. Knowing that I could no longer hide, I had to laugh out loud.

MC: It’s me.

Kiro: MC? Why are you here?

MC: I….You hadn’t come back after a while….I was worried….

Kiro was startled but the expression of the wealthy man beside him changed.

Wealthy Man: How dare you eavesdrop!-

Kiro: It’s okay, she’s with me.

Kiro interrupted him.

He shook his arm and the hawk flew away from his elbow.

Kiro stood up from the cushion. When he was about to say something, his eyes passed behind me and his pupils shrank.

I didn’t know why he looked like this. When I looked back, I was shocked.

A large number of guards were coming toward us aggressively!

Wouldn’t we be exposed?! 

Kiro: Follow me! 

Kiro made a decision and stretched out his hand towards me.

I didn’t dare to hesitate. I quickly ran to the other side of the pavilion with him.

Even though Kiro had figured out the layout of the mansion, the sounds of footsteps blocked our escape routes.

Seeing that there was a guard who could find us at just another turn, we couldn’t hide and had to rush into a room next to us.

Unexpectedly, the room was actually a small vault belonging to Lord Jinsha. There was a lot of gold and silver piled up but almost no place to hide.

If you were to take a torch inside, you would easily be able to see our shadows inside!

Kiro: Here, there’s a treasure chest!

Without hesitation, he pushed me into the treasure chest and jumped in after me. 

The small treasure chest held the two of us in such a confined space that we had no other choice but to stay close together.

Kiro held the heavy top of the treasure chest with one hand, the slightly rapid breath escaping from his lips fanned onto the tip of my nose. It felt as though it was burning.

The swaying firelight gradually approached and stopped outside the room.

Guard: Where did they go?

Guard: You must kill him immediately after finding him!

The word “kill” made me tremble. Kiro sensed my fear and lightly pressed his large hand on my shoulder.

Kiro: It’s okay. 

Just outside the door were the guards walking with the jewels under him. This was a life-or-death situation.

His embrace is so warm; it makes it feel easy to rely on him.

Guard: Over there!-

The yell outside of the door distracted the guard.

The chaotic footsteps gradually disappeared and the two of us let out a sigh of relief. We couldn’t help but look at each other.

With just a glance, my heart skipped a beat and my face flushed uncontrollably. 

So close…. 

It was close enough that I could see the thin layer of sweat on Kiro’s forehead, the worry in his blue eyes, and the suspicious blush creeping up onto the tips of his ears.

MC: I….

Kiro: I….

Kiro and I spoke in unison and closed our mouths unanimously.

Kiro turned his gaze to the side and whispered.

Kiro: They’re gone. Let’s get out of here first.

MC: Ah, okay.

We gently pull ourselves out of the treasure chest and tidy up each other’s messy clothes.

After the crisis, what came to my mind again was self-blame.

On the eve of the banquet, the mansion was in absolute mayhem. Kiro’s plan for next week would definitely be greatly affected.

MC: Sorry, it’s all my fault….

Kiro: You don’t have to blame yourself. They aren’t looking for you.

MC: Huh?

Kiro: I just listened to what that yell was about. “Incense Person”.

MC: Incense person? You mean….

The lost soul incense secretly sold by Lord Jinsha and the travelling artists who were missing….

All sorts of clues flashed through my mind. I blurted out amidst my thoughts.

MC: That’s why he has to recruit so many travelling artists!

MC: Because travelling artists have no designated homes, no one cares if they disappear as they think they just moved on to the next city.

MC: Have my companions also….

Ominous sensations rose from my heart, my hands and feet turned cold.

At this moment, my fingers suddenly stiffened. Kiro shook my hand firmly.

Kiro: Don’t think too much about it. 

Kiro: Let’s change our thinking. Since some people who tried the spice were able to escape its effects, it means that they must have been hiding somewhere from Lord Jinsha.

Kiro: We just need to find them and rescue them.

The warmth from his palm calmed my anxiety.

I grinned reluctantly at him and nodded.

Kiro: The banquet is going to start in a bit and the guards should be going to the front area. Let’s take the opportunity to go back.

MC: Okay.

I followed him for two steps out the door before I suddenly felt that something was wrong.

I lowered my head and looked at the floor tiles under my bare feet.

Although these tiles are exactly the same, the sensitivity of my dancer’s feet made me discover an anomaly.

MC: Kiro, the feel of this tile seems to be different from the others.

Kiro: How is it different?

MC: It’s almost like I’m stepping on a cloud….

Kiro’s eyebrows adjusted slightly. He walked to the floor tiles, knelt down, and fumbled with it for a while. He then knocked on the tile. 

Kiro: There’s nothing under this tile.

MC: It’s empty?

MC: Could it be that he hid the “Incense Person” underground?

Kiro: It’s very possible. Let’s go down and take a look. 

MC: But the banquet is about to begin. What if the guards find out that we are here investigating?

Kiro: But if we find evidence of Lord Jinsha doing terrible things on the down-low, then we won’t have to attend the party.

MC: What you said makes sense!

MC: And he doesn’t deserve to hear your beautiful singing!

Kiro raised his eyebrows when he heard what I said, his eyes bright.

Kiro: Yes. This time, his crime must be completely exposed! 

[Fourth Part]

The tile opened downwards, revealing a ruined black passage; it stared at us like an abyss.

Kiro walked in front, holding on to me with one hand and the wall with the other, carefully exploring onward.

After stepping onto the last step around the corner, a light suddenly appeared in front of him.

Kiro: Follow me.

Walking out of the passage, what is presented before us is the underground treasure room of Lord Jinsha!

Boxes of gold and silver, gorgeous jewelry, expensive cloth….

Treasures even rarer than the ones above us are collected in this dark secret room.

It exuded a sparkling light under the flaming glow of the torches.

Kiro probed around and followed the flames. Suddenly, his eyes lit up.

Kiro: There is a secret door here! 

We rushed to the secret stone door. Upon pushing the door open a crack, a scent of moly and a weird spice came flooding out from it. 

Everyone was wearing the costumes they used for their performance but their eyes were glazed over; like a group of dolls at the mercy of others.

Like the lost souls I saw in the slums.

MC: You were right! Everyone is here!

In the depths of the crowds, I suddenly saw my companion!

She seemed to still have some form of consciousness. After hearing what I said, she turned slightly in my direction, showing me a desperate smile.

MC: Ah, come on, Kiro! We have to rescue them!

Kiro: I know. Go and call out for help-

Lord Jinsha: Who do you want to call out for, little mouse?

A voice rang out from behind us; with black malice like a serpent’s message.

Kiro and I turned around suddenly. Lord Jinsha led a large number of guards into the secret room.

He sneered and looked at us; as if he were looking at two dying bugs.

I saw his fat and ugly face. I felt my anger instantly rush to the top of my head.

MC: Why are you doing this to them?!

Lord Jinsha: Why?

Lord Jinsha: As I see it, these travelling artists are the dregs of society and have no value at all.

Lord Jinsha: They should be honoured to try the incense for me.

MC: You-!

Kiro: How could these travelling artists be worthless? 

Kiro: They have travelled to many different places, danced and sang, and spread the joy of life to many others.

Kiro: They are truly priceless “golden sands” and treasures in this country.

Kiro: The only one with no value here is you.

Kiro held back some anger in that retort.

Lord Jinsha’s squinted eyes immediately turned to Kiro.

Lord Jinsha: Eh, are you the little mouse that sneaked in some time ago?

Kiro: ….

Lord Jinsha: Mouse, do you think that I don’t know who you are? You are as crazy and ridiculous as your master.

Lord Jinsha: A prince, who’s been locked in a palace all his life, wants to bring me down? You wish!

He waved his hand and the guards behind him lunged at us!

A cold light flashed in an instant, Kiro’s eyes were dazzling. He took me in his arms and spit out two words.

Kiro: Weapons down! *Changed some wording here*

When he finished speaking, the guards in front of him suddenly trembled as if someone had pitched their wrists. Their fingers released the hilts of the scimitars they were holding.

When the scimitars fell to the ground, Kiro kicked a few people out of the way and led me to the door.

Lord Jinsha opened his mouth in disbelief.

Lord Jinsha: Who are you?! Impossible! Don’t you dare try to escape!

The man stepped back suddenly and pulled down a mechanism on the wall!

In an instant, a hole in the wall appeared, and a row of arrows shot straight at us!

MC: Watch out!

My instinct was to push Kiro out of the way. In the next instant, the sharp pain of an arrow in my back hit me.

I gritted my teeth and called to Kiro with the last bit of breath in me.

MC: Kiro, get out quickly! Tell everyone this! Tell the silver-haired prince!

Kiro: The prince already knew. 

My eyes widened. Before I realized what he meant, I fell to the ground.

Darkness and warmth surrounded me together.

??: Wake up, MC….Wake up….

A faint voice rang in my ear, urging me to open my eyes.

MC: Huh?....

I slowly opened up my eyes. There was a bright moon above my head.

MC: I’m here….

I looked around and found that I was still in the courtyard of Lord Jinsha, surrounded by countless royal guards escorting the other guards in an orderly manner.

The wound on my back seemed to have been cleaned and bandaged. It didn’t hurt so much now.

MC:  What’s going on here?

Companion: Don’t you know?! The silver-haired prince is here!

Companion: He wiped out all the bad guys and rescued us all!

MC: What about Kiro?

Companion: Who is Kiro?

There was no need for her to answer; I have already seen him.

The golden-haired Kiro stood in the crowd surrounded by guards and attendants, and those who called him a prince.

Kiro seemed to sense my gaze. He turned his head and looked at me. He subconsciously took a couple of steps towards me before suddenly stopping again.

Kiro: I…. 

MC: You lied to me.

MC: Did you not trust me? We are partners yet you actually want to keep your true identity hidden….

Kiro: I don’t distrust you.

MC: What’s that?

Kiro: Ever since I was born, people have said that my voice is cursed by the demon and cannot be listened to.

Kiro: Although the royal family explained that it wasn’t a curse, everyone was still afraid of me.

Kiro: So, I can only pretend to be a shameless “silver-haired prince”. 

He stared at me quietly, his every word sincere.

Kiro: You’re the only one who likes to talk to me and hear me sing.

Kiro: So I want to talk to you all the time and sing to you as Kiro.

He paused and said it again.

Kiro: Sorry, MC.

Maybe there was some kind of magic in his voice but, just listening like this, my heart swelled and thumped wildly because of his words.

But how can I forgive this “liar” so easily?!

MC: I remember that you promised me that the prince will reward me greatly after the matter is over, right?

Kiro: I remember. 

MC: I’ll think of a reward now and the punishment for you lying to me, which I’ll only tell you, also.

I stretched my hand out in front of him.

MC: Your Royal Highness, please come and honour it!

Kiro’s expression stiffened as if waiting for some kind of cruel prank, and walked towards me with a guilty conscience.

The moment he leaned over, I hooked my arms around his neck.

MC: The punishment is that His Royal Highness must do whatever I say. 

MC: Just say….

My lips pressed against his cheek.

MC: “I want to talk to MC for a hundred years and sing songs for her for a hundred years.” 

Wind and sand rolled over the hills and the travelling artist’s caravan set off again.

They sang travelling ballads, letting the story of the silver-haired prince spread across the mainland.

Legend has it that on a bright and sunny day, the prince’s always-closed palace doors suddenly opened up and welcomed everyone. 

There is no demon nor a curse; only laughter and good wine.

The beautiful and timeless singing of the prince will always be heard in the palace, making the people happy.

And wherever the singing sounds, there will be a girl to accompany him.

[End]

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[himitsu-luna]

Nct 127 - Creature series

File #6 - Jaehyun, the vampire

Genre: angst, supernatural, romance

Warnings: death of characters, mentions of killing methods, mentions of blood, pain, description of vampire bites and perfuration

Pairing: Jaehyun x reader

Featuring: Jeno

Word count: 2.7 k

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The story

Jaehyun was born in 1797, as a normal human.

At that time, mankind and the vampire breed had a tense relationship. But, very strangely, everything seemed under control

When he was 24, because of a series of unfortunate events, involving conspirations and betrayals, a war broke out between the two races

Jaehyun, as a young soldier and leader of a troop, were sent to the battlefield.

Sad and bitter events happened, and he was turned into a vampire.

Since then, he lives for centuries and centuries, going from place to place, playing hundreds of roles, experiencing hundreds of lives, looking for one thing that keeps him going through his imortal existence

The powers

You either are born as a vampire or you become one.

You only become a vampire if you get bitten by one

However, when you get bitten by a vampire, it doesn't necessarily mean you will become one.

The cruel part of turning into a vampire is that it's not for free. In reality, it's an exchange of a life for another life.

The vampire transformation takes 2 hours to be completed, and it will only fully consolidate if the bitten person drinks a considerably large amount of human or vampire blood before the two hours end. Otherwise, when the time comes to an end, the person dies.

The person or vampire bitten by the incomplete transformed vampire inevitably succumbs.

In other words, the vampire transformation is always tragic, because someone always perishes in the end.

Vampires drink blood to survive, but it doesn't need to be human blood. They can survive with other animal's blood, but human blood is a completely different treat.

Jaehyun has an abnormal strenght, and over developed senses

He has basic telepathic and telekinetic abilities, which gives him great manipulation skills

He has the ability of quickly healing physical wounds

A few things are able to end his life though: fire, drowning, decapitation

– Report: Incident number 1

°°°

[year: 1821]

– "Jaehyun, do you really have to go?", you ask your husband for the 100th time at the doorstep of your house, firmly holding his hands, barely able to see him with your eyes blurred by tears.

– "Y/N, I do. I'm their leader. I need to fight. I need to protect everyone. And most importantly, I need to protect you. Don't worry, my love, I'll be back. I promise..." , Jaehyun responds you with a suplicant tone, his voice sounding deeper than usual, as he tries to hide the shakiness on it.

After a last passionate kiss, a last squeeze of hands, and a last long glance holding the desire of the two of you to freeze time, Jaehyun goes through the door without looking back. He has to admit he is afraid he may not live up to his promise. Vampires are scary beings. Powerful, almost untouchable. It's incredible how humans stand in this war against these creatures so far. Fortunately, some powerful vampires still side mankind, hoping the unlikely coexistence.

Taking a deep breath, Jaehyun jumps into the colourless truck that is going to take him and dozens of other soulless men to the battlefield.

...

[6 months later]

– "CHEERS TO JAEHYUN!!!!!!!"

– "CHEERS!!!!!!!"

– "Guys, guys!! Calm down!!! Hahahaha"

Jaehyun is being carried by dozens of euforic men, acclaimimg their leader for his bravery and determination to get every single one of his mates back to their families. The war is over. The last vampires retreated and, finally, peaceful days can be seen in the horizon. Tears are being shared, parties are being planned, but in the middle of all the deafening happiness, Jaehyun's only desire is to sink into your warm hugs again.

...

Turning around the last corner to reach his home, his heart racing madly, Jaehyun meets your comforting figure, that waited for him every single day at the door since he left, and that now is running to him with arms open. The vision of you completely blinds Jaehyun. He missed you so much. He can't wait to feel you again. But it blinds him so badly that he can't see the bloodthirst creature hidden in a dark alley, ready to jump on him. Still with his eyes glued on you, he watches your smiley face abruptly squirming into pure horror. He was given not even half of a second to process that scene, as he suddenly feels a piercing pain in his jugular, followed by his entire body landing on the ground, then a light breeze brushing his now even paler skin, as the treacherous vampire vanishes from the scene, releasing, with his gutural voice, an almost incomprehensible yet still powerful word: "Revenge".

Jaehyun’s senses are all messed up and his body convulses violently. But even imersed in chaos, his brain tries hard to not lose itself completely, as it percieves you getting closer and closer.

– "DON'T COME!!!" - he desperately yells, in his last effort to maintain his sanity.

But it's too late.

His concious falls apart completely. Everything gets red. Everything is too much, everything is overwhelming. He can clearly hear a rythmic heartbeat, that is not his own, resonating inside of his skull. He can clearly see the tempting purple path under a layer of skin, shining in high saturation in a waving hypnotizing motion. He can clearly feel his teeth landing on a soft surface and sinking deep into it. He can clearly taste the metalic flavor of blood spreading through his tongue. And after all of that, he can clearly smell your floral perfume, he can clearly feel hot heavy tears running down his cheeks, as he realizes what he has done.

Slowly getting his mind back as the sharp fangs retracts to the normal sized canines he is used to, Jaehyun is left in agony, all his face muscles contracted into profound sadness, looking at your fragile figure in his arms.

–"No no no no NOOO!!!! PLEASE NO!! Y/N, TALK TO ME!! Talk to me...please.....", he implores you, swinging his body back and forth, trying to keep you awake.

–"Jae.... It's ok.... It's o..k.... You... Are back... I'm so happy..." - you murmur, lifting your hand to wipe the cheeks of your beloved one.

You know how this works. You know that Jaehyun has become a vampire, and you know he won't die. You know he is safe. With that thought in mind, you smile relieved. You let your eyelids fall along with your hand, and, spending all of your remaining energy, you force your lips to move one last time : – "I love you...".

....

Standing in front of your grave, depositing your favorite flowers on the shining black marble, Jaehyun mentalizes his sorrowfull wishes over and over again, hoping they reach you:

– "I promise, Y/N, I promise you... I'll find you in whenever life you live, I promise I'll go back to you. I promise."

...

[Year: 2021]

–"OmG, I'll be late!! No no noo!!!! Stupid alarm!!" - you yell at the air, tripping on your cozy blankets, from your bed to your way to the ground.

A job like that would never fall on your lap again, for sure. You were a just graduated college student, visibly lost in the adult world, looking for a job so you can survive. You still can't believe that such a big company sent you this unexpected invite, willing to hire you. "I'm not mad, though.", you cheerfully think, while quickly spraying some perfum on the birthmark you have on your neck.

Shoving a piece of dry toast into your mouth while putting on your shoes, you rush to your first day at your new job.

....

You made it in time. Waiting for having a word with your new boss, you briefly look at yourself on the hand mirror you always take with you, fixing your messy hair and straightening your black blazer. Distracted in your own little world, you jump in surprise when an elegant man silently steps in the room, stands by your side without you noticing, and announces, with a resonant voice right into your ear:

– "Boss is ready to see you"

Having a look at the name tag hanging over the man's chest, you thank him:

–"Ohh, thank you.. hmm.. mr. Jeno! And I'm pleased to meet you!"

Jeno gives you a discreet smile, guiding you to a enormous poor iluminated room, in which a gorgeous and imponent figure stands behind an impressive desk. Your pupils take a few seconds to adjust to the weak lighting, but as soon as you exchange stares with that mysterious man, a weird wave of excitement runs throughout your whole body, like your blood is bubbling inside of your veins. You've never felt like this before, and it intensifies when you finally hear a deep, smooth, and weirdly familiar voice coming out of his mouth:

– Report: Incident number two

–"Hello, Y/N. Nice to meet you. You can call me Jaehyun".

–––

It has been five years you're working at Jaehyun's company. And it has been three years you stand beside him not only as his employee, but also as his lover.

Jaehyun is a fascinating man. But there's something very odd about him. You don't know if it's the way he seems to be able to go deep into your mind. If its the way he has the knowledge of an ancient person. If it's the way everything he does feels nostalgic. If it's the way he looks at you and you can see, along with a sincere love, deep sadness and sorrowfullness emanating from his eyes. If it's the way you are sure you knew him already even before your first encounter. If it's the way you feel like you've been waiting for him your whole life. –" Oh well, maybe there's something very odd about me as well." , you think in a dreamy state while watching Jaehyun sleeping peacefully beside you.

...

You are at Jaehyun's house, distractedly walking around and running your fingers through the fancy furniture, waiting for him so you can have the homemade dinner he's been promising you for weeks now. He finally found an empty spot in his busy schedule, and it has been good thirty minutes since Jeno let you know he and your boyfriend were at the supermarket, picking some ingredients. "Jaehyun must be so lost right now", you chuckle to yourself, wondering what weird things he would buy. But with the chuckle, you feel a light discomfort in your chest. You have a weak heart condititon since birth, so you're used to this sensation. "Ahh, not today! Today I have to be 100% good!" , you scold yourself, hoping the annoying feeling ceases soon.

But it's not. The light discomfort turns into a light pain. The light pain turns into a fierce pain. The fierce pain turns into and unbearable pain. Imersed in your suffering, you automatically massage your heart area and sustain your body stood by grabbing the nearest thing you can reach. And, before you lose your senses entirely, you can feel this thing moving, holding you tightly and carefully, and calling your name with that deep voice you loved so much : – " Y/N!!!!!!!!"

....

Staring at your motionless body on his arms, the dejavu Jeahyun is having is breaking him apart. After dozens of peaceful lives with you, he was not expecting losing you like this once more. Gradually and certainly, he is following your heartbeat on its crescent silence. He doesn't want to feel this pain again. If it's selfish, if it's benevolent, it's tricky – and even unfair – to judge the only thought that goes through Jaehyun's mind right now. With a decided and firm tone, he instructs Jeno:

– "Jeno, look after her, please. That's my last order to you."

With an almost imperceptible widening of eyes, seeing how his master determination even made his quivering less severe, Jeno answers him, trying to transmit in his voice the confidence and reliability he knows Jaehyun needs to feel.

– "Yes master, I understand. I will."

This phrase brings a peaceful expression to Jaehyun's face. Focusing completely on you, Jaehyun's fangs sharpen and he plants them into the flesh of your neck. You imediatelly wake up, as a wave of electricity runs through your body and excites every cell of it. You don't know what is happening, everything is so confusing with your blurred red vision. But you know you're thirsty. Your throat feels dry, and it claims something that is not water. You sense someone's body pressing itself on yours and, instinctively, you deep your teeth into the warmness, finding yourself satiating your needs with some unknown viscous liquid.

And a movie starts to play before your eyes. A movie staring you and Jaehyun. A movie showing all of your lives together. A wedding at a beach you've never been before. Jaehyun holding an unfamiliar happy dog you didn't know you missed so badly. You and him wearing antique clothes you've never owned, discussing about what to cook for dinner while watching the sunset. His crying face painted with red blots, his body swinging back and forth holding you in his arms, trying to keep you awake.

Drowning in an ocean of memories, you frantically attempt to resurface back to your present reality. Slowly pulling your teeth out of Jaehyun's neck, you gently wrap your arms around his cold body and sink your forehead onto his shoulders.

– "Jae... I'm sorry... I'm so sorry...."

– "It's.... ok, Y/N, it's ok.... I'm the one who is sorry"

– "No! It must have been so difficult for you... All these years, all this waiting... I'm so sorry... And... thank you so much."

– "I know... You... Would do the same... For me."

At this point, you are not trying to hold your tears anymore. At this point, Jaehyun's life is already hanging by a thin thread. Showing his dimples to you, his last words come faint, but still carry heavily the pure meaning of them:

– "I love you."

[Year: 2058]

– "Master, the apartment was rented successfully.", the serious and steady man says coming out of nowhere, getting by surprise your anxious and wondering mind.

– "OMG, Jeno! Are you a vampire or a ghost, please!! But ok, thank you a lot. Let's prepare everything then." , you respond, barely hiding your excitement.

Packing your things in an untidy chaotic way, you suddenly stop your actions. Hesitantly and avoiding eye contact, you ask Jeno something that has been bothering you for years now:

–" ....Hmm...Jeno.... Do you.... Do you think he will still like me?"

Even though he was caught off guard by your question, Jeno promptly replies:

– "I have no doubt about it, master. Thousand of years could pass, his love for you would remain the very same. I've witnessed it, trust me."

You bite your bottom lip, trying to conceal the wide smile forming on your red crying face.

....

*Knock Knock*

Lying on the couch of his living room, Jaehyun lazily raises only his head, wondering who could be knocking on his door. He definetely is not willing to stop watching his drama to answer the unknown visitor.

*Knock knock*

Finally accepting that staring at the door would not make something magically happen, he decides to get up and open it. However, he was not expecting that such a trivial thing would be so life changing.

– " Hi, I'm your new neighbor! My name is Y/N, nice to meet you!", you nervously say, extending your already sweat hand to the admired boy in front of you.

Jaehyun is astonished. He thought he had his whole life figured out. But, all of sudden, only now he can say that everything makes sense, that everything is where they should be. Only now he truly feels alive. Like a breath of fresh air, like he is living in a completely new world, he grabs your hand firmly, afraid you could vanish, and asks you in disbelief:

–" Do I know you from somewhere?"

–" Maybe...", you answer, with a mischievous yet tender expression painted on your face.

Jaehyun smiles at you softly, feeling the comfort and the sense of familiarity that only centuries of linked lives could bring him.

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Mr. Pickles

Genre: smut hahahaha the bookends

Warnings/kinks: threesome, butt stuff uhhhh yeah :)

Length: it’s sweet :) haha it’s like not too much :(

“If you need us we’ll be out on the patio!” your mom called as you made your way to your bedroom. Your parents had been wanting to meet your boyfriend for a couple months now but you had no idea how to tell them that you were kind of dating two men at the same time. Hwalchan was your boyfriend as that was the story you told your parents and other family members but you never said anything to them about Uiyeon. Uiyeon was Hwalchan’s friend and to be honest you were still getting used to dating two men yourself so you never did much with him alone. Uiyeon himself was more of a watcher when it came to doing anything with you and Hwalchan. You definitely were not going to show up for the first time and tell your beloved parents that you were in a relationship with two men at once so you just said your boyfriend and his friend were coming over. Luckily they didn’t question it.

The trip upstairs was quiet. You studied Uiyeon and Hwalchan observing the house, taking in the pictures covering the walls and admiring the general setup of the house. Finally you got to your room. Upon entering you heard one of them stifle a laugh. You made your way to the bed and plopped down. “What’s so funny Uiyeon?” you questioned. Hwalchan and Uiyeon took in your room. “Well, there’s a lot of pink.” Uiyeon said walking around your room. You looked at all the pink colored items around, the pink curtains, the pink rug, the pink and white desk with the matching chair, the pink hanging lights, all the pink pillows and the pink throw you had at the foot of your bed. “I liked pink okay? I haven’t been in this room since I moved out. My parents left everything the same.”

“But princess you still like pink.” Hwalchan declared pointing to your choice of clothing. Expect for your white socks and your blue jeans your shirt and jacket and hair clips were all pink. “Well I still like pink.” you pouted. Hwalchan smiled sitting down next to you on the bed, Uiyeon joining you on the other side. “Who’s this?” Uiyeon asked picking up a stuffed pink rabbit. “That’s Mr. Pickles!” You exclaimed taking it out of Uiyeon’s arms and into yours. They both laughed. “I was three and a half when I got him and I named him pickles cause that was my favorite word.” you explained pouting. Hwalchan scooted closer to you moving your hair out of your face. “Baby you’re so precious aren’t you?” Hwalchan cooed. You froze as you felt one of his hands on your thigh. You let out the smallest gasp as his hand squeezed your thigh through your jeans. “Your room is so innocent and cute.” he said his lips grazing against your next trying to distract you from the movement that was his hand sliding up your thigh.

“O-of c-course it is. It’s my childhood b-bedroom. You stuttered feeling another hand on you. You turned your head over to Uiyeon who had his hand under your shirt slowly making his way up to your breast. Uiyeon wasn’t much of a talker surprisingly when it came to sex as he felt little comments were a waste of time. “But you’re the complete opposite. All the things you tell Uiyeon that you’re too afraid to tell me. Like how you want to be fucked on your childhood bed.” At this time you let out a much louder gasp as Uiyeon gave one of your breasts a harsh squeeze. To keep you quiet and distracted Hwalchan smashed his lips into yours his hand now cupping you right where he wanted. You squeezed your thigh shut as he started rubbing your through your jeans. Uiyeon continuing playing with your breasts his hot breath fanning against your neck followed by his soft lips leaving small kisses against your skin. 

“Y-you want to f-fuck me on my bed?” you asked when Hwalchan broke the kiss. You stared into Hwalchan’s eyes and down to his cute smile. “Of course princess. Don’t you want your two favorite men to ruin you on your cute pink bed?” Hwalchan’s words had you hungry and without another word your top was off and you were laying under them as they touch every inch of you. Uiyeon finally decided to use his lips and teeth on your breasts instead of his hands and Hwalchan’s hand was down your unbuttoned jeans teasing at your opening. 

You let out soft and needy moans as time went on. Your moans turned into whimpers when you were over Hwalchan pushing yourself down on his cock. “What if we break my bed?” you asked. Uiyeon had a grip on your hips teasing your backdoor with his tip, “we’ll be careful baby.” 

As Hwachan fucked into you you felt Uiyeon enter your ass causing you to cry out lowering yourself on Hwalchan’s chest. “Is it too much? Do want me to stop?” Uiyeon asked concerned over how uncomfortable your cry sounded. Hwalchan watched you raise up tears streaming down your pink cheeks your pussy clenching around his cock. “No, no it’s just..god Uiyeon I didn’t expect you to feel so fucking big back there.” Uiyeon chuckled pushing his cock in further. “I’m sorry you just have the cutest little pucker and it makes my cock so big and hungry. 

Uiyeon laid under you his cock now nice and snug in your ass as he held your legs apart for Hwalchan. “You’re so cute like this. God getting to fuck you like this on your pink bed hell even your cute pussy is pink isn’t that just precious.” You whined as your wall clenched around air. Your hands reached for the pink throw to give it a squeeze as it felt like Uiyeon was ripping your ass to shreds. “Hwalchan don’t say such things i-it’s embarrassing.” You looked away. Hwalchan chuckled and slid himself right into your pussy thrusting as fast as he can. “Oh I know but you like it when I say such things don’t you? You’re such a slutty little baby aren’t you. You whined at his words. 

Hwalchan’s grip on your hips was tight as he rammed his cock into you over and over again. His hair was wet with sweat and sticking to his forehead his tongue sticking out from panting. You watched through blurred vision as his muscles tensed up at each thrust. His finger tips were surely going to leave bruises. Tears streamed down your cheeks as both men chased their highs getting you closer and closer to your orgasm. Uiyeon was a mess under you as his hands were everywhere squeezing and slapping your breasts wrapping his hand around your throat. His teeth were leaving deep marks into your neck and every time your ass clenched around his cock he hissed biting you even harder. You were definitely going to be covered in bruises and you had no turtlenecks.

“Fuck baby you’re so fucking precious,” Uiyeon growled into your ear from behind you. “You like getting your holes destroyed on your childhood bed? Gonna shoot my white milk all over your pink bed.” your body shook over Hwalchan’s as the boys switched positions again. Your back arching and your breasts jiggling at each thrust from Uiyeon. He was moving your entire body with each thrust and you and Hwalchan were both close to cumming. Hwalchan looked totally fucked out himself as he lay panting under you his thrust getting sloppy and even he began to moan and whine a little. “I’m gonna cum soon princess, are you gonna cum too? Cum for me princess you can do it.” As if a switch flipped in you your orgasm came crashing fast your thighs shaking uncontrollably. Hwalchan’s cock felt like it was growing inside you before he shot his hot seed all over your insides. Hwalchan’s moaning was so hot and so lewd that it caused you to cum another time with Uiyeon following his cum shooting quickly into your ass. 

Uiyeon pulled out his cum still flying landing on your back, ass and thighs and even getting some on your bed spread and Mr. Pickles. Hwalchan was panting like crazy with cum still oozing out of his tip as well his cock twitching every time. You slowly and carefully tried to lower yourself onto your bed trying to find your balance but when your folds accidently came into contact with Hwalchan’s tip more cum came out of you. A cry came out as well as your whole body felt numb. You felt Uiyeon’s hand behind you hold you up and gently lay you down beside Hwalchan. Uiyeon didn’t take long to come down from his high and soon Hwalchan followed but you were still feeling loopy and out of it. “Do you think we went too hard with her? Maybe I shouldn’t have tried the anal huh?” Uiyeon asked moving your hair out of your face. Hwalchan’s hands ran up and down your arms gently kissing the parts of you that weren’t super sensitive like your shoulders and forehead. “No I think she’ll be alright she’s just sensitive is all.” 

When you felt back in your own body again you snuggled into Uiyeon giving him little kisses. You were still needy and now wanted more. “More, I need more.” you said turning over to Hwalchan and reaching for his cock. Hwalchan quickly grabbed your hand before you could touch him. “No princess I’m still a little sensitive myself, besides, we should probably go down and talk with your parents and all that. They’re probably wondering what’s taking us so long.” You whined turning over to Uiyeon again. You gave him puppy eyes. “He’s right sugar, we can have more fun when we go home alright? We gotta get you cleaned up before dinner, you don’t want your parents to know what the three of us were doing up here do you?” Hwalchan and Uiyeon helped you up and got you dressed and cleaned up before the three of you tidied up your room. 

“When we get home we can have all the fun you want ok princess?” Hwalchan patted your head as you all made your way out to the patio. Unfortunately for you the rest of the day you were too distracted with crazy thoughts about what you wanted Uiyeon and Hwalchan to do to you, especially after they fucked you silly on your childhood bed.

hHAhahah HAHA I just really needed something with the bookends as I’ve been hot for them recently ugh they are so big fUCK and shit I needed this getting railed on your childhood bed by the bookends as they mock you for still liking pink sksksksks it’s a whole mess cause it was just something I whipped out rq and so I’m sorry that it sucks. It’s my kink those two uwu. Just many reasons why I wrote this hahahahahh help. Also I just used their stage name just blah blah it doesn’t matter anywho I wanted to make a moodboard but it’s already hot to make moodboards for underrated groups cause I never find pics and on top of that finding pics that I want from my head is hard cause sometimes they don’t exist and of course sometimes I don’t like the way the moodboard turns out. Also also, there’s prolly a shit ton of spelling errors cause I didn’t reread it I’ll do it later blah blah blah ya’know what I’m sayin?

#great guys #hwalchan #uiyeon #jeon mingi #great guys smut #great guys fanfics #hwalchan smut #hwalchan fanfics #uiyeon smut #uiyeon fanfics #jeon mingi smut #jeon mingi fanfics #kpop smut #kpop fanfics #smut #fanfics

[shslrose]

Hope - Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu x Reader

Summary: You try to recover the Ultimate Yakuza from despair, but things don’t go as planned when you begin to develop feelings for each other.

It had been a while since Makoto Naegi had recruited you. You had become close friends after surviving the Killing Game of Hope’s Peak Academy together, along with Aoi Asahina, Kyoko Kirigiri, Toko Fukawa, and Byakuya Togami. Makoto had a plan to save the Remnants of Despair using the Neo-World Program, and he needed your help to develop the technology. You worked alongside him and Alter Ego in order to create the program, and during the development, Makoto asked you to have sessions with the Remnants in order to learn more about the psychological trauma that Junko Enoshima and Mukoro Ikasaba had inflicted upon them. So, against Future Foundation orders, you had been secretly meeting with the Remnants in an undisclosed location unknown to your boss, Chairman Tengan.

Your primary subject was none other than Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu. 

Initially, you seemed to make no progress with him. He would open up a little, only to go right back into despair. During your first session, he merely grinned while you asked him about Junko and the despair he helped her spread. 

“Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu… the Ultimate Yakuza, and former student of Hope’s Peak Academy,” you stated, reading his file. You sat across from him, a table between the two of you. He was handcuffed to his chair, as a precautionary measure.

“Damn right,” he replied, despair swirling in his one eye, the other being covered up by his eyepatch. 

“You, along with the other despairs, have killed so many… do you feel regret?” You asked, carefully. You leaned forward in your chair, eager to hear his response.

“Regret?” He asked back, before laughing. “Hahahaha, why would I regret killing any of those bastards?  Death is natural for the weak, it’s survival of the fucking fittest!”

“Was Natsumi weak?” You asked, with a cold tone. Suddenly, you watched a thousand emotions flash through his eye. Shock came first; his eye widened at the mention of his beloved sister.

“Natsumi…” he muttered quietly, as though it was the first time in a long time that he’d thought of her. A sadness took over his expression, and for a moment you thought there might be tears welling up in his eye, but just as quickly as it had come, the sadness dissipated and was quickly replaced by despair.

“My sister….my little sister…. Natsumi…” he continued muttering, “her death…. brought me so much despair! So much glorious despair! Hahaha!”

He was gone again, his mind consumed by despair once more. It didn’t matter, you had seen it. For even just a moment, you had seen genuine emotion in him, and you knew then that there was hope for not only him, but for all the Remnants. You wondered if you could get him to show emotion again…

“Despair?” You asked. “Is that why you killed Sato? Because you wanted to feel despair? Or, maybe you wanted to make Mahiru feel despair?”

At the mention of Sato’s name, you watched as pure rage flashed across his face.

“That fucking bitch...Sato!” he exclaimed. “Despair had nothin’ to fuckin’ do with it...I had to kill her, for Natsumi…”

You watched his rage bleed into sadness as he continued. “Natsumi… she came to Hope’s Peak for me… she wanted to be the Ultimate Little Sister… she should have been the Ultimate Yakuza, and everyone knew it. She would have been a better heir to the Kuzuryuu clan, but…”

He trailed off then, as if the rest were too painful to remember. You reached across the table, and placed your hand on his.

“I’m sorry for your loss, Fuyuhiko.”

He said nothing then, just stared blankly in front of them. Despair and hope were waging a war within his mind, and it was all you could do to pray for hope. 

Over the past few weeks, you felt as though you had made significant progress bringing Fuyuhiko back to the side of hope. You began to think that the Neo-World might not even be necessary; perhaps you could bring the Remnants back to their former selves without erasing their memories of despair.

What you did not know was that Fuyuhiko had a plan of his own: to convert you to the side of despair.

With each session, he felt himself growing closer to you. He wanted you to feel the chaos of despair, just as he did. 

You would never admit it, but you felt yourself growing closer to him as well. You hated yourself for it: it was unprofessional, it was wrong, Naegi was counting on you, how could you let yourself get distracted?

You recalled your last session with him; you’ve been encouraging to recall his memories of being a student of Hope’s Peak.

“Kazuichi was obsessed with Sonia,” said Fuyuhiko. “Still is, I guess. The bastard was always fuckin’ following her around. ‘Suppose she liked Gundham better though.”

Ah, Gundham. You had met with him a few times, but he would always start shouting about “unleashing pandemonium” on you, so your sessions with him were few and far between.

“But that Teruteru bastard was even worse than Kazuichi,” he continued. “That pervert would fuck anything with a pulse!”

You laughed then, and Fuyuhiko began to laugh too. Sitting across from you, with his hands bound to the chair, he had nothing to do other than stare at you and admire you. It dawned on him that he loved the sound of your laughter, it brought him hope. But before long, despair settled in again, and he felt a strong desire to hurt you: he loved the sound of your laugh, and so he longed for the despair he would feel at the sound of your screams. He could imagine himself standing over you, with a revolver in his hand, listening to you beg and cry for your life. The despair it brought him to imagine you in pain was absolutely glorious.

Meanwhile, you considered how different the Remnants were now, compared to Fuyuhiko’s classroom stories. You had to ask about it once more.

“Fuyuhiko, I just don’t understand. It seems like after Yukizome became your teacher, all of you were filled with hope… it just doesn’t make sense, how you’ve all ended up like...this… Please, tell me, what did Junko do to you all?”

He ignored your question almost entirely, simply grinning before repeating your words back to you. “After Yukizome became our teacher, heh...Chisa Yukizome…Hahahaha!”

You didn’t understand. What was so funny, you wondered. It was impossible for you to know that Chisa Yukizome herself, your esteemed colleague, was also a Remnant of Despair, and had participated in turning the students into Remnants.

“Please, Fuyu,” you begged softly. “I want to help you, I want to fill you with hope. Tell me what filled you with despair, so I can reverse it…”

“I can’t tell you… but I’ll show you,” Fuyuhiko said slyly. You didn’t have time to consider what he meant, because in a flash he rose from the chair, bounds undone. You hadn’t noticed him freeing himself, he must have distracted you with his stories in order to free himself without raising suspicion. He brandished a sharp object in his hand, and you wondered if he had crafted a makeshift knife out of a utensil given to him earlier.

“Fuyu…?” You asked, terrified. In seconds, he had thrown the knife across the room and directly into your chest. It cut deep, and the pain of the wound and the betrayal burned deep. Blood began to pour from your chest, painting your crisp white shirt a bright magenta pink.

He rushed to your side, and you could see genuine pain in his expression, despite the despair that swirled in his eyes.

“Watching you die… will bring me so much...despair!” He murmured, as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled your dying body closer to him. “Seeing you in pain… pain that I inflicted… makes me feel so hopeless…!”

“F-fuyu… please,” you gasped, before coughing up blood. It was pointless; your words could no longer reach him. Any pleading only pushed him further into despair. The hopelessness of the situation filled you both with despair.

Suddenly, the door swung open, and there you saw Makoto, Toko, and Kyoko. 

“Y/N?!” Makoto exclaimed, shocked at your injuries. At the sight of your blood, Toko fainted immediately, and then awoke as Genocide Jill. Using her detective skills, Kyoko quickly connected the dots between Fuyuhiko being free from his bounds and your injury.

“Genocide Jill!” Kyoko called out. “Apprehend the Remnant.”

Using her scissors, it was easy for her to pin the yakuza to the wall, although Kyoko did have to restrain her from killing him, as Genocide Jill was eager to kill the “adorable little man.”

Makoto had already rushed over to you, picking you up and carrying you out of the room.

“Don’t worry Y/N, you’re going to be okay! I’ll get you help, okay? Just stay with me,” Makoto said, trying to keep you calm. “I’m glad I came when I did.”

“Perfect… timing,” you mumbled, barely audible. “You...really are… the Ultimate...Lucky Student.”

Makoto chuckled, still carrying you out of the room. Over his shoulder, you could still see Fuyuhiko, who Kyoko was interrogating. Maybe you were delirious from the blood loss, but he almost seemed relieved that you were being saved; it was as though he were hopeful you would survive.

                                                       LATER

The Neo World Program was successfully completed. Despite it being hijacked by Izuru Kamakura, a few of the Remnants were able to survive the Killing School Trip, and now it was time for you, Makoto Naegi, Kyoko Kirigiri, and Byakuya Togami to enter the simulation for yourselves, in order to prevent Alter Ego Junko Enoshima from spreading despair to the entire world.

It had been a while since you had seen Fuyuhiko, and although you had physically recovered from your injury, you hadn’t recovered from his betrayal. He had tricked you, manipulated you, and then tried to kill you. Of course, he had been under the influence of Junko’s despair, and you would be lying if you said you didn’t still care for him. You wanted to save him, you wanted hope to win the battle against despair within his mind

When you entered the simulation and appeared at the class trial ground, you were incredibly shocked to see the version of Fuyuhiko that stood before you. He was filled with both hope, and despair. His heart was full of hope, full of love for his sister Natsumi and best friend Peko and classmate Chiaki, but also full of despair, from the grief of losing them.

Initially, he was willing to side with despair, to let Junko take over, if it meant he would get to see his best friend, Peko. You couldn’t let that happen, you couldn’t allow despair to consume him again.

“Fuyuhiko, please!” You begged, causing him to focus on you; he remembered you slightly, you had been in the 78th class of Hope’s Peak Academy while he had been in the 77th. “I...I know you don’t remember me, but I remember you. And I’ve seen hope in you, Fuyu. Please, don’t fall into despair. Choose hope. For Chiaki. For Peko. For Natsumi. Please, choose hope for me.”

He could not remember you, but upon seeing you plead for his hope, he felt something. A connection. A sense of deja vu. He knew that, in the real world, you must have been something to him, something important. 

“Y/N…” he muttered, allowing your name to flood his mind. Hearing your name escape his lips, it filled him with hope. “I… I choose hope! Let’s end this fuckin’ killing game!”

And so, Hajime, who had remembered his other identity of Izuru, ended the killing game, and the surviving Remnants woke up, cured of their despair. 

It pained you to see the others, who had remained comatose. You had faith in Hajime, who declared that he would use the talents he had gained from becoming Izuru in order to save the other Remnants. 

After the simulation ended, you reunited with Fuyuhiko.

“Y/N… you saved me. You gave me hope, when I was filled with so much fuckin’ despair,” he said. “Even though I hurt you… you still believed in me… but I don’t deserve your forgiveness. Not after what I…”

He looked at you, wincing when he noticed your visible scar from his attack.

“Fuyuhiko, please, there’s nothing to forgive you for. It wasn’t your fault, it was Junko’s.”

“Junko,” he said through gritted teeth. “That fuckin’ bitch. If she wasn’t already dead, I would fuckin’ kill her. Because of her despair, I… I wanted to hurt you… so that I could feel the despair of seeing someone I.. someone I love… in pain.”

A blush came across his face as he finished, and for a moment, you couldn’t believe what you heard.

“S-someone… you love..?” You asked.

“Don’t fuckin make me say it again, Y/N…!” He was visibly embarrassed, refusing to make eye contact. You were sure this was the happiest day of your life, Fuyuhiko had been cured of despair, and confessed his love for you. You were absolutely speechless, so he spoke again.

“Should’ve done this a long fuckin’ time ago,” he said, before his hand on your waist and pulling  you into a passionate kiss. 

#fuyuhiko kuzuryuu #fuyuhiko kuzuryu kin #fuyuhiko kuzuryu x reader #fuyuhiko x reader #ultimate yakuza #danganronpa #super danganronpa two #danganronpa 2 #makoto naegi #junko enoshima #hajime hinata #izuru kamukura

[ghostburs-blue]

Cassiopeia’s Sky

Summary: Spencer regrets every moment he wasn’t with you now that you’re leaving.

Warnings: death, so much angst, fluff if you squint

Word count: 1.2k

a/n: i wrote this two nights ago @ 3 am while writing w the fav @reidsemily​ HAHAHAHA

spencer still remembers the very first words you ever said to him.

you were both 3 years old, and you had noticed spencer sitting alone on a bench, instead of playing on the playground like the other kids. so, tiny toddler you waddled up to him and started a conversation the best way you knew how to; you told him about your favorite thing in the whole wide world.

“i’m gonna touch the stars one day!” you exclaimed, pointing up at the sky with a chubby finger.

what spencer didn’t know was you remembered it too. you remembered the exact face he made when his brain processed the fact that somebody voluntarily talked to him.

the skin around his eyes and nose scrunched up slightly, mouth turning into a dubious frown. it’s still the same face he makes when he’s stumped by something during a case, or he’s in a particularly ambitious game of chess against rossi.

if only that moment could have lasted forever. spencer would give anything to be stuck in that same moment in space and time, sacrifice it all to go back to when you were not here, in a clearing, dying in his arms.

“hey, hey, stay with me,” spencer gently lifts your head from its position on his arm. he could tell you were drifting in and out of consciousness; gods was it hard to watch.

he looked on hopelessly as the crimson liquid spread throughout your fbi vest. he should never have let you come without telling hotch.

the bau was chasing a serial killer who stabbed his victims once in the stomach, then left them to bleed out alone in the middle of the woods. you had a hunch about who it was, but no one seemed to be willing to listen to you. so, you took matters into your own hands.

spencer had watched as you silently slipped by everyone reviewing evidence for the millionth time, or trying to go over any electronic trace wirh penelope. frustration ran rampant within the team.

in the upcoming years of spencer’s life, he would never forgive himself for not reacting faster, and not telling hotch where either of you were going. he would spend nights simply wondering what would have happened if he had taken the initiative to find you just a few minutes before he actually did.

“spencer,” the raspy tone of your voice caught his attention. “can you do something for me?” you asked. reid looked into your eyes and knew he couldn’t deny you.

he nodded silently, scared his vocal chords would fail him.

you mustered up a smile, too weak to move. “close your eyes,” you instructed, watching to make sure he followed your directions. when he did, you continued. “it’s 7 pm and you’re picking me up for our first date.”

you felt spencer’s sounds of protests coming before you heard them. his eyes flickered open, lips parting in a confused O shape. 

“please, just listen to me,” you begged. once again, spencer complied and shut his eyes. you cleared your throat. “i’m wearing your favorite dress and your favorite perfume. my mom’s ring is on my right index finger and my grandpa’s necklace is around my neck, because you know i don’t go anywhere without them.” you have to pause for a second, getting weaker by the second.

“now we’re getting married,” you venture, feeling spencer still slightly. “it’s small, because you get uncomfortable with a lot of people around. you let me pick the venue because frankly, you didn’t care where it’s going to happen. i choose a little cottage themed chapel by the beach. we’re surrounded by our friends and family. when they tell us we can kiss each other, you give me the stupidest little grin before leaning in and giving me the most perfect kiss to date. i tell you i love you, because i do.”

at this point, both yours and spencer’s eyes are welling up, and overflowing. he can tell you’ve started to enter a sort of dreamy, delirious state of mind.

you look up at the sky, and spencer can see your favorite constellation reflected in your tears. he sucks in a breath, chest shuddering as he releases it slowly.

it seems as though it takes your whole spirit to say these next few words. 

“i love you, spencer reid. i’ve loved you since the second grade, when you gave me the homework answers to the multiplications table i just couldn’t figure out. i’ve loved you since we were 12, and you were leaving for college. i cried so hard, i thought you would forget about me,” you chuckled slightly, still out of breath.

spencer clears his throat, sadness and regret blooming in his chest. “i’m sorry, y/n. i’m sorry i never told you that i loved you. i’m sorry that i’ve never shown you how much i care about you. i’m sorry that i couldn’t save you because i was too slow. i’m sorry, i’m so sorry,” his head fell, sobs emanating from deep within.  “i love you, y/n.”

he looked up when you didn’t respond. you were still staring at the stars, this time with a joyful smile etched on your face.

“y/n?” spencer asks tentatively.

this seems to shake you out of your stupid. you turn to look at him, confusion clouding your gaze.

“spencer?” you ask. “why are you crying?”

he opens his mouth to respond, but you keep talking anyways.

you give a little laugh. well, as much of one as you can give. “you’re so silly, spence. i told you i was going to touch the stars one day, didn’t i?”

and just like that, it’s like someone punched spencer square in the chest. the air knocked out of his lungs, he looks down at you. you look up at him, and he can see the brief moment of clarity Death has granted you.

spencer would later try and describe the emotions he felt during that split second in words, but it never felt quite right. it was a feeling so deep and so... sincere that he half thought he just imagined it.

he finally understood the Greek myth of soulmates. he finally understood why humans spend so much of their time looking for another to love. it was all worth it when you feel the feeling that only lasts a millisecond, the feeling that soothes your nerves and whisks away any stress. the feeling that replaces anger and sorrow with only the purest of love and the happiest of joy. 

as spencer stared down into your eyes, he thanked all the gods he never believed in for this last moment with you. as if Thanatos himself appeared in front of him, he knew it was time. 

you knew it too. with a slight nod, as if acknowledging your fate, the fight left your already weak body. you fell limp into spencer’s trembling arms, deadweight as he slowly cradled you against him.

the rest was a blur of red and blue. it felt we though he blinked, and suddenly morgan was at his side, shaking him. spencer looked down, shocked to find you not in his arms anymore.

frantically, he turns to morgan, who just gave him a sad nod.

“she’s gone, kid.”

#spencer reid angst #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid fanfic #cm #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #bau x reader #bau x y/n #fluff #angst #fanfic #fanfiction #angst fanfiction #roo’s fics

[daemour]

You’re Still My Universe pt. 1

Title: You’re Still My Universe

Pairing: Jinyoung x ???? to be determined GOT7 Member

Genre: Fluff, hint of angst, parent au

Warnings: Sexual jokes

Word count: 1849 lol

Summary: Jinyoung's life is devoted to his son. But the first time he's been separated, so many other people barge into his life and start taking up what little free time he has left.

Honestly this is me winging it so hahahaha i suffer every day

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“Yugyeom, you can’t go out like that,” Jinyoung almost hisses at the young child but manages to hold onto his last shred of patience. “We wear pants outside of the apartment. Pants, Yugyeom. Pants.” With each word, Jinyoung emphasises more and more.

The little demon that Jinyoung called his son turns around with a big grin on his tiny face. “Pants are stupid!” God, how could he look so innocent and endearing at this moment? Jinyoung could rip his own hair out but Yugyeom was smiling at him with such a sweet grin.

“They are very stupid, but we must wear them, all right, Yugyeom?” To Jinyoung’s relief, Yugyeom finally skids to a stop on the floor, slipping a little because of his, quite frankly, adorable bunny socks that he received for his birthday. “Can you go put on pants for me? Then we can go to the park as I had promised.”

Yugyeom nods, still with a smile on his face, and runs off toward his room. Jinyoung practically collapses into the bookshelf. Why Yugyeom had so much energy, even more so as a four–year–old, confuses the hell out of him. But he loves his son.

The day he had gotten custody of the one–year–old whose mother (and Jinyoung’s ex) had died in a car crash, Jinyoung had fallen in love. The tiny child had looked up at him and asked where ‘mama’ was and Jinyoung swore that he would take care of this child to the best of his ability. Yugyeom managed to surprise him every day, and Jinyoung often surprised himself with how he dealt with Yugyeom being a child.

“Daddy!” And there is his little hell child again, tearing through the halls once again. Yugyeom runs straight into the side of the couch, and Jinyoung almost laughs at the sight. “Can we go now?” Yugyeom is practically undented, getting up just as quickly as he fell over and coming over to tug at his father’s hand.

Jinyoung just sighs, letting his son drag him over to the coat rack. It was hung way too low, but Yugyeom had insisted that he be able to reach it. He’s just whipped for his son, letting Yugyeom help him put on his scarf. “Ready to go, Gyeomie-ah?” Jinyoung smiles down at his son, who nods eagerly.

“I wanna go to park!” Jinyoung laughs out loud, eyes crinkling. Yugyeom has no time for his father’s adoration though, he has an agenda, and that agenda is to go to the park. Jinyoung opens the door, letting Yugyeom pull him out.

“Wait a little, Yugyeom, I’ll need to lock the door.” Yugyem huffs a little, but ever obedient, waits, tapping his foot impatiently. Looks like Yugyeom has picked up a couple of his father’s habits. Jinyoung finally finishes up, and Yugyeom almost immediately takes off like the hellspawn he is. Thankfully, Jinyoung was now used to his son’s abundant energy and takes Yugyeom’s small hand in his.

“Baby, you can’t run off like that, all right? I don’t want to lose you,” Jinyoung reprimands gently, and Yugyeom nods, though he was more focused on sucking on his bottom lip wetly to try to make a fart noise. Jinyoung sighs. He’ll just have to keep a closer eye on the kid.

The park is almost a block away, and Jinyoung has to refrain from scooping Yugyeom up on the sidewalk. He’s always been wary about letting Yugyeom near cars after what happened to his mother. What if dying in a car crash ran in DNA? He knows he’s being too cautious, but Jinyoung didn’t want to lose Yugyeom.

“Daddy, you have a stupid grin,” Yugyeom chirps from beside Jinyoung, sweaty hand still grabbing onto his father’s palm. Jinyoung thinks maybe he could throw Yugyeom to the wolves instead.

“Don’t be mean, Yugyeomie-ah,” Jinyoung half-heartedly scolds the child. He’s too soft on him, honestly. It’s shown when Yugyeom pays no heed, instead just pressing his mouth to Jinyoung’ hand and licking it. Jinyoung can feel a little bit of his soul die.

Thankfully, they reach the park with no more licking or insults from Yugyeom, and Jinyoug lets Yugyeom’s hand go with only a little hesitation. Yugyeom, though, has no hesitation and immediately streaks toward the swing set. Jinyoung has no trouble keeping up thankfully, the swing set is straight ahead and Yugyeom isn’t doing any weaving between people.

The park is actually pretty empty, it being a weekday. Yugyeom didn’t start school for another two years, and Jinyoung was ready to monopolise his time with his son. He couldn’t even imagine a world without his son now that he took care of him. Yugyeom was all he needed.

“Daddy, come push me!” And it may be a little selfish, Jinyoung thinks as he makes his way over to his son, it may be a little selfish but he wants to be the only one Yugyeom depends on. As Yugyeom smiles up at him, head hanging back like it might drop off, Jinyoung’s heart almost melts.

He just loves his son. “Yugyeom-ah?” Yugyeom turns back, legs kicking in the swing.

“Yeah, Daddy?”

“I love you.” Yugyeom squeals and makes grabby hands at Jinyoung, and Jinyoung, always soft for his son, takes his little hands and kisses them.

“I love you too!” Yugyeom slurs out the words, leaning forward and giving Jinyoung a big, wet kiss on the hand as well. A very wet kiss. But Jinyoung loves it anyway, giggling and pressing one more kiss to the top of Yugyeom’s head. This time Yugyeom sighs with a little pout. “Daddy, I wanna be pushed.”

Jinyoung barks out a short laugh, returning to his place behind the swing. “Your wish is my command, little prince.” Yugyeom grins, toothy and wide.

“You can be my knight, daddy! Knight Daddy!” Yugyeom smiles up at Jinyoung once again and Jinyoung can’t help but press a kiss to the top of Yugyeom’s head once more. The kid giggles once more, twisting in his seat as the swing comes to a halt. “Daddy! You’re my knight! No kisses!”

Jinyoung snorts but assumes a face of stoicism. “My liege, I shall do what you request.” He bends into a kneel, and Yugyeom giggles happily.

“I wanna find a king! A prince has a king!” He pauses, and Jinyoung peeks up at his son. “Daddy? What’s a liege?” Jinyoung holds back a snort, Yugyeom would not have been amused.

“It’s what a prince is to a knight, someone who is more powerful.” Yugyeom is pleased with the explanation, hopping off the swing and toddling around. Jinyoung follows him closely behind.

Yugyeom is looking for another friend to play with him, and Jinyoung feels slightly sorry he took Yugyeom on a weekday. He had a lot of work lately, so today was the only free day. Thankfully, Yugyeom still seems to have the time of his life climbing around on the empty playground anyway.

Jinyoung lifts him up to do monkey bars and Yugyeom squeals in delight. He’s glad the kid is having fun; though he works at home he is often too busy to spend time with his son and Jinyoung always feels bad. He knows Yugyeom loves him but he worries sometimes.

“Hi!” Jinyoung snaps his head up. He had set Yugyeom down to tie his shoe and his son had run off and was talking to some stranger who was jogging on the path around the park. “Can you be king?” Oh, God. Jinyoung is mortified.

He quickly walks up to Yugyeom. “Yugyeomie, don’t bother strangers, all right?” He picks up his son, much to the child’s chagrin. “I’m really sorry,” he apologises to the man as Yugyeom squirms a little.

The stranger just laughs a loud laugh that Yugyeom immediately mirrors with a wide smile. It’s a domino effect, and Jinyoung can feel the corners of his lips pull up as well. “Are you missing a king?” Before Jinyoung can respond, Yugyeom nods empathetically.

“I’m a prince and daddy is a knight! Can you be king?” Jinyoung can feel his face heat up and the man smiles wide and pretty.

“Yeah, I can be a king. Did you know my last name means king?” Yugyeom grins at that, squirming even more. After getting a tiny hand in his mouth, Jinyoung finally sets Yugyeom down.

“King? Really?” Yugyeom is way too excited about this fact. “Are you a king?” The stranger laughs again.

“No, little buddy, it’s just my last name. I’m Jackson Wang.” Jackson squats down and offers Yugyeom a hand. Yugyeom takes it gleefully and shakes it, grinning wide at Jackson.

“I’m Yugyeom! And this is Daddy!” Jackson looks up at Jinyoung with a short breath of laughter.

“Hi, Daddy,” he says a lot more sultry than needed and Jinyoung chokes on his spit. Jackson giggles again, seemingly never running out of laughter.

“I’m Jinyoung,” he corrects—is it really correcting?—and Jackson stands up, offering a hand to Jinyoung as well. Jinyoung shakes it with a slight smile. Jackson was a very handsome man, Jinyoung wouldn’t deny. He had a good face with strong features, and Jinyoung couldn’t help but be drawn to him.

“Are you the father of this cutie?” Jackson nods toward Yugyeom, who makes grabby hands at Jinyoung. Jinyoung bends down to pick Yugyeom up with a groan. Yugyeom was getting bigger, Jinyoung would have to get more clothes for his son soon, and maybe work out a little more too. All his son wants, it seems, was up, down, up, down.

“I am,” Jinyoung answers, and with that, Yugyeom reaches out and extends his hand towards Jackson.

“High five,” he chirps and Jinyoung laughs softly. His cousin, Wonpil, had gotten Yugyeom to start asking everyone for high fives, and it was rather endearing. Jackson apparently finds it endearing as well, giving Yugyeom what he asked for with an even bigger smile.

“How old are you, Yugyeomie?” The nickname slips out of Jackson’s mouth easily and Jinyoung has to hold back a smile at how cute the interaction is. Yugyeom beams right back at Jackson, holding up one hand with all fingers spread.

“I’m four!” Jinyoung chuckles.

“Baby, that’s five fingers.” Yugyeom laughs, ignoring it, and Jackson snorts as well.

“I’m not a baby! I’m a prince!” Yugyeom pouts at his father, and Jinyoung laughs.

“Apologies, my lord.” His son is appeased, grinning up at his father and patting his cheek. If it was anyone else, Jinyoung would’ve found it condescending but Yugyeom was an exception.

“Can you play?” Yugyeom immediately turns to Jackson with a big, moon-eyed, grin right now. He has never so much seemed like a big, friendly, puppy at this moment. Jinyoung mouths a ‘sorry’ at the man, who just smiles indulgently.

“I always have time to play,” he agrees, and Yugyeom beams, wriggling out of Jinyoung’s arms and holding out a hand to Jackson. Jinyoung watches with a fond smile as Yugyeom tugs Jackson across the playground when–

“Daddy, you’re supposed to be my knight!” Jinyoung has been summoned.

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[scientists123]

My Best Friend

This story is about My best friend and Me. Our friendship was begun at elementary school. He’s sitting next to me. Then, he became my first friend at school. We even shared our secrets to strengthen our bond. We have been being chair mate until high school. He is the best friend I ever had. He always cheers me up when I was upset, he helps me to solve my problem and shares happiness to each other. Since we have been doing everything together, all of my family members known him well already. He is an only child in his family. He used to live with his father since his mother passed away while he’s still a toddler. Even so, we are still in joy together.

But one day, I got terrible news. His father got into a car accident on the way home and passed away. I pity him so much. He often comes to my house after that event. He will cry and mourn his lost. He didn’t have any relatives left in his life. I am so desperate to know that he’ll live at orphanage.

After few weeks, I was so excited to tell him something. I asked him to meet me. I have been waiting for long time in the living room until my brothers came in and said,

"Hey bro, your friend is coming over"

After he finished his sentence, my best friend appeared after him. He was so excited to meet me, he run towards me and hug me tightly.  Opps… I almost forgot to introduce my best friend. He’s Andi anyway.

"Guess, I better leave you two alone by now, I’ll go back to my room. Don’t disturb me bro" my brother said and went away.

"What are you gonna tell me to, Reza?" he asked.

I grabbed his hand and brought him to my room rapidly. Then, I locked the door.

"What are you doing? by the way, I saw your father in the garden when I passed by,  Is he working out?"

"Yeah.. He is working out at home now; all the gym was closed recently. So he is working out all by himself in the garden with the tools he got before. My older brother does the same too, but he’s doing it in his room"

"Okay, What are you going to do then?"

"Well.. you'll see soon. Drinks this potion, now" I gave him a bottle of weird potion. He looked so confused about it.

"What's this?" he said with curious face.

"Trust me, Andi. We are best friend, aren’t we? Trust me!"

"O..Okay ", Andi replied.

Then, he took the potion and drunk all of it.

"So…What else?"

"Just wait"

After waiting for about 5 minutes, Suddenly, Andi’s body was shining and turning invisible like a ghost. He’s so excited with it and bloated around my room.

"Wow! What did you do to me, Za?"

"I bought this potion to make you transform into a ghost. So you can......" before i completed my word, he flew out of my room and went ahead to my brother’s room.

"Hey! What are you doing?" He didn’t listen to me at all; he’s flying through my brother’s room and entering it easily. I’m afraid that he will be mad if I made such a noise. So I sneaked over my brother’s room. I saw my brother’s sleeping only using his short and Andi was there, floating above his body.

"Andi! What are you doing?" I was whispering.

"Watch this!",Andi said. Then, he’s diving and entering my brother’s mouth forcefully. Soon my brother’s stomach puffed up while Andi entering his body. Finally, all of Andi’s ghost form entered his mouth already. That inflated stomach returned back to its regular size. After that, my brother opened his eyes and sat on the bed. He looked at his hands and feet, his face was so happy seeing that. He began to touch his hard abs and flexed his muscles in front of me.  Then, he stared at me.

"Brother, what are you doing?" I asked curiously.

"Hahahaha, It’s me bro! Andi" he said it using my brother’s manly voice. I couldn’t believe that my friend has possessing my brother. He acted like it’s his own body, he even doesn’t care about whose body it is at all. Cause he’s in control right now.

"Oh gosh, your brother’s body is so sexy and hot bro! I think I’m horny right now, his dick was tightened up right now! Do you want to see this? Do you mind if  I jerking off this beef in front of you?" he said .

"No way, bro! You should go to the bathroom and jerking off there" I replied.

Then, he walked into the bathroom and locked it, while I was sitting in my brother’s bed. I could hear that Andi was moaning using my brother’s voice. He got so excited much more. After that, he went out from the bathroom, his body is covered by his own cum. That’s made me furious.

"Andi! Clean yourself now! That’s gross" I said.

He just grinning and walking back to the bathroom again. After a long time waiting, he’ showering , he came out wearing the different shorts and took a chair towards me and sat on it.

"Bro, you can’t believe what I just done inside there. Your brother’s dick is so long and massive! I can’t resist to jerking off more than once in his body. Even his cum is so delightful, you should have tasted it before. Look at my body now bro! This body is filled with muscles. I bet your brother is working hard to get this sexy body" he said while pointing his fingers around his body.

"Actually, I want you become a ghost. So that you can stay in my house. Accompanying me. I didn’t know if you even can do that, I was amazed "I said.

"Well.. Actually, this body is really suitable for my new body. We can try sibling’s relationship, but I have another plan that might be better . By the way look this selfie i got when i was in bathroom" he said and show me his  mirror selfie in the bathroom

"wow , bro . he is so sexy , i never know that " I said

“ so whats you plan next “ i asked

 he keep quiet .Then he flew out of my brother’s body through his mouth and started to fly around the house , so my brother body is collapse to the floor. i didn’t care about that cause he will wake up by himself . I start to follow my friend , I didn’t want him to make any stupid moves. He seemed searching for someone in the garden. He's been upset, but he didn’t give up. He kept searching. He stopped in the living room. He found his target was going to get into the bathroom, it’s my dad. He has been in the living room after he workout in the garden.

Then my fathers walked into the bathroom and closed the door and showering. Andi’s following after him. I just was waiting in front of the bathroom. Suddenly, my friend’s head was popping out from bathroom door, that’s frightened me out.

"Hey bro, come in! You might want to see this. It’s not locked and your father already in the shower, so he won’t notice your existence"

I entered the bathroom stealthy as he told me. When I already inside, my father noticed that there’s someone entering the bathroom.

"Reza, is that you?" my father asked while showering.  

"Yeah dad, i am just going to pee" I answered.

Then my dad’s continued his showering. Cleaned his body, his hair and his dick too. My friend gave me a sign that he’s ready to enter. So he started to go inside the shower, he’s floating right in front of my father but he couldn’t see him. Then my friend flew inside to his mouth,that gave him a shock sensation. He stopped showering, tried to push that things out from his mouth. But, my friend’s ghost form already half of it and he also pushed it harder. After that, my friend already reached into my father’s throat and my father accidentally just swallowed it. He feels a breeze around his throat , then he felt that things already spread over inside his abs . I watched him in horror outside while my father was being possessed by my best friend.

I saw from outside that my father began to calm. Then, he’s getting out of the shower nakedly and giving a big grin.

"Possession complete" he said.

"Here, take this towel, dry your body off" I gave him a towel.

My father began to dry himself and covered his waist with the towel. Then he began to see his reflection on the mirror, he checked his face and began to rub his wooden abs and flexed it up in front of the mirror.

"Oh great bro, your father’s body is even sexier and bigger than your brother" he said.

"I know right, you have taken over my father body. So, you will be my father for now?" I asked.

"Yeah, I'll be your father from now on. But, we are still best friend even I have your father body, aren’t we?" he said

"Ok then, let’s get out of here"

Andi who’s inside my father’s body and me went out from the bathroom. Suddenly, my mother approached us and went into a lustful kiss to my ‘father’.

"I’m home, babe. Maybe we can do something private alone" she said while rubbing my father abs.

Andi nodded vigorously. He gave me a sign that I should leave them alone. Then, I left them alone, from a distance; I was watching my friend carrying my mother and bringing her to their own bedroom and having sex then.

Well, I think my best friend didn’t feel desperate anymore. He got his happiness already and stayed with me even if he is in my father’s body forever. He must be so happy now having my father’s handsome face and muscular body. He even can have sex with my mother.  He is might  be look like my father , but exactly.... he is still my best friend

Grammar checked by @thedreamerstaker​

#male possession

[be-dazzled]

So are you doing smut prompts. If so, please do no. 6 for Gruvia. Love your works btw, you are an amazing writer.

Writer’s Corner: Hello anon! Thank you very much for sending this request. I think this has been requested ages ago and the anon isn’t probably around anymore. But got to fulfill your request! It was my first time writing detailed smut and I really think I should stick to my fluff. lol. Enjoy!

Also, I sound so thirsty, don’t I? I swear I am not. hahahaha

Prompt: No. 6 “No touching, no kissing, nothing. I will do with you as I please.” 

Rating: 18+ 

Series: Gruvia Smut 1/2; 2/2 

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“Since when did I…” He tentatively brushed his lips against Juvia’s, playing on that fire that their much aggressive and possessive kiss created earlier. “ever followed the rules?”

Juvia gasped when Gray cupped her bottoms, feeling his heat against the skin that spilled over the lace panties. But she was rather more surprised with the challenging look he sported when earlier, he was acting quite disinterested. Her contemplation was quickly interrupted by the sliding of his hands under her thighs. She nearly screamed murder when Gray suddenly stood from the chair, lifting her up with him. Juvia threw both her arms around his neck to keep from falling off. The contact forced a moan out of her lips with breasts pressed against Gray’s bare chest. Feeling hot skin to hot skin. She became suddenly aware of the bulge in his pants grinding against the center of her lace panties. Juvia chewed on her bottom lip, her body reacting to the sensual friction with Gray’s every stride. Replaced only by the softness of the mattress against her bare back when Gray dropped her on the bed with a low thud. The old wood and spring sang as Gray moved them to the center of his bed. Hearing clothes rustling, Juvia forced her eyes open to find Gray undo his zipper.

The frown on his face relaxed. Then, his midnight eyes darkened by the searing passion. Juvia’s eyes widened at that realization that Gray lusted over her. It made her heart flutter. She’s never seen that look on him. Never. Juvia pushed herself to meet his gaze but she easily crumbled like a piece of cookie under his intense gaze. Juvia lost that battle. She covered her face with her arms, hiding from his intense gaze. Gray wasn’t having any of it. He grabbed her wrists, pinned them above her head and watch her intently, running his tongue over his bottom lip. The heat reached Juvia’ head, making her feel dizzy. But not enough for her to miss that knowing grin plastered across Gray’s hardened features. Juvia felt a myriad of emotions, heart exploding the moment the ice-make mage leaned down on her and whispered, “You’re mine, tonight.” His voice, a low rubble in her ears. “I will do with you as I please.”

Juvia felt his warm breath against her already flushed skin, just below her ear, the sensitive spot Juvia didn’t even know was one of her weaknesses. She pulled her hands free from his grasp but every time she tried, Gray tightened his hold onto them.

The weird part was it seemed that Juvia liked it.

“Gray-sama...” Her voice came out breathy and a little needy.

Gray traced a sinful trail from the crook of her neck down to the valley of her breasts, leaving little flames in its wake. He removed one hand to roam her body and let the other grip on Juvia’s wrists, keeping her hands hostage above her head. His free hand found her breast, earning a soft moan from the woman. Her reaction encouraged Gray to push his luck. Without warning, Gray dragged one of her breasts into his wet, hot mouth.

“Gray-sama!” she yelped. The unknown intensity forcing her to squirm beneath the man.

He ran his tongue over the hardened nipple, around and across. Juvia screamed. It didn’t stop Gray from his ministrations and did the same thing to her other breast. He looked up at her, at her shut eyes, enjoying the pleasure that flickered on her face. Gray finally let go of her hands; an act which she didn’t seem to notice. He took as much of her as possible into his mouth while his other hand now found the other lonely mound. She jerked her head, the back of it hitting Gray’s mattress. Body convulsing at the new but welcomed sensation. Gray stopped, however, before Juvia could even succumb to that pure hot intensity calling to her. He released her breast with a loud pop and began leaving feather kisses on her belly down to her pelvis and stopped at the band of her panties. Gray let out an exasperated sigh.

“Looks like we haven’t taken care of this yet.”

Gray rose to his knees, sliding his hands from her shoulders, her arms, the curves of her naked body. His eyes followed every inch of what he touched, committing everything to memory. It wasn’t the first time Gray has seen Juvia naked but he never dared to touch. He just didn’t know what he would do if allowed himself to even just be near her. But now, he was free to touch, he was free to claim her, he was free to ravish her.

Gray pushed Juvia’s thighs upwards, parted her knees so he could place himself between her legs. He threw the woman a glance, watching her breathe slowly and heavily through her mouth. He was about to break whatever self-control Juvia still had and Gray knew exactly how.

Gray hooked his arms under her thighs, swinging both her legs over his shoulder.

“Gray-sama?” Juvia’s tone was half-asking, half-moaning. She propped herself on her elbows, to see what Gray was up to; only to collapse right back on the mattress at the jolt of sensation that electrified her entire body. Gray was kissing the inside of her thigh, closer and closer until his lips found her core covered in thin, wet lace.

Juvia’s eyes shut close as she breathed his name; only to let the tension steam out of her body. And she gasped a little too loud when she felt the tip of his nose touch that sensitive spot, forcing her eyes open.

“Gray-sa-ahn.” She yelped as Gray closed his mouth over the lace crotch. Words failed Juvia when Gray started running his tongue over the thin garment still covering her core. Getting it wet, or wetter. She could only make sounds she never heard herself before, encouraging the ice-make mage to continue his ministration, taking it a little further. He sucked. He sucked on the sensitive wet skin with a loud sound that lit Juvia’s body on fire. She squirmed, a little movement could help ease out the tension brewing just below her belly. But Gray wasn’t having it. He was the boss. Gray clutched her hip, keeping Juvia exactly where he wanted her.

“Gray-sama… Juvia is… Juvia…”

Juvia screamed without sound. The sheer ecstasy of his lips and tongue on the bare flesh between her legs had Juvia arching her back, peeling her slightly off his mattress. The same intensity that reaped on her body shoved her back down, leaving Juvia to grab a fistful of the sea of blue around her, clutching and pulling the sheet and comforter in her need to… she needed to… Juvia didn’t even know what. She called Gray’s name, restlessly moving her head from side to side, a cloud of steam escaping from her blue waves. She begged him, pleaded with him, the whole time Gray Fullbuster ravished Juvia, strictly for both their pleasures. And Juvia could feel herself about to surrender to the pure white passion Gray was building inside her.

“G-gray-s-ama, Juvia… Juvia is-yaaahn!”

She blurted out, feeling heady, brain turning fuzzy from the hot pleasure. She couldn’t even think, spewing incoherent words and sounds. Until she stopped altogether, body succumbing to that strange feeling clenching below her belly. She opened her mouth but no words came out of it. Her eyes widened in confusion as her body acted and reacted, having a mind of its own. Legs instinctively shut, cutting Gray’s airway. But for Juvia, he’d suffer through anything. He stayed with her until the last wave of her first orgasm relaxed her back unto his mattress. She gasped for air, forcing oxygen into her lungs, eyes half-lidded. Gray took that opportunity to rise to his knees, kneeling between her legs. Slowly, Gray pushed the lace down her legs and on the side. Then, Gray paused to appreciate his masterpiece. Juvia was breath-taking, spread on his bed in her full glory.

“Your damn beautiful, Juvia.”

He watched her lids fly open. A sheet of sweat covered her flushed face, blue waves spread all around her. She was still catching her breath when her eyes grew wide in recognition. The pleasurable sensation slowly faded; replaced by myriad of emotions, rising above them was utter humiliation. Juvia covered her face with her hands, hiding from Gray’s lust-filled gaze.

“Don’t hide from me.”

“J-j-juvia is e-embarrassed, Gray-sama.” She confessed as Juvia slowly come back to her senses. Gray might have given her the first orgasm of her life but Gray hadn’t had the opportunity yet. Juvia glanced at him, worried about the thickening silence that washed over his bedroom.

“Are you nervous?”

Juvia only bobbed her head in response, shielding her face with her hands. Even when Juvia appear so bold in front of him, when it came down to it, when the moment finally arrived, Juvia didn’t understand why she was so nervous all of a sudden. Juvia thought she was ready for what was about to happen. But now that she was lying on his bed, a moment away from sharing a passionate night with her beloved, Juvia grew worried. It was something Gray expected. Understanding her hesitation, Gray slowly, pulled her hands away from her face so he could look Juvia into her eyes.

“I am too.”

Juvia had this expression in her face, like she couldn’t believe what she was hearing. That confused expression help Gray keep the burgeoning need at bay. He expelled a breath and his body relaxed.

“But this is something I want to do,” Gray dipped his head and placed a tamed kiss on her forehead. Then, he held her gaze with coaxing tenderness, “with you.”

He waited for her response. Gray wasn’t planning to force himself on Juvia if she wasn’t ready for it. But he held on the hope that she was ready to be this intimate with him.

“Juvia wants to do it with Gray-sama, too.”

If the situation wasn’t so dire and so urgent, Gray would have shouted for happiness. But it was. He was about to finally become one with Juvia. Gray pulled his erection out of his boxers, pushing the tight band down his legs and off to the floor. Slowly, he stroked his shaft, noting how Juvia seemed to be enjoying the view. Gray leaned down on her, guiding his rigid length to Juvia’s warm entrance.

“It’ll hurt a little.”

Juvia swallowed a moan as the bulbous head probed at her wet entrance.

“J-juvia will endure it. F-for Gray-sama.”

It took all of Gray’s strength to fight the urge to just slam into her, to shove his aching erection into Juvia’s passage. He had to do it slowly. As far as he was aware, this was Juvia’s first time. He wanted her to feel good and not scar her forever. So, if being gentle was the way with her, then gentle Gray would be.

But it was just impossible, with the way Juvia’s warmth clasped around his shaft. Inch by inch, he could feel Juvia stretch to receive him. Her walls sheathing him, clutching on him. She was so damn tight and that alone made Gray aware that he might finish first long before she could. Gray bit down on his own lip to fight the foreboding eruption until he was fully inside Juvia. Gray stay stilled on top of Juvia, studying the grimace on his woman’s face. He brushed away the tear that wet the corner of her eye. Then, he warned her of his next action, “I’m going to move now, Juvia.” He told her, to which Juvia nodded her understanding. Gray entwined his fingers with hers, pinning her hands above her head.

“You remember the rules, right?” He didn’t even let the water-mage answer. “No touching, no kissing, nothing.” Dropping an octave, Gray whispered his last warning. “I will do with you as I please.”

Then, slowly he moved on top of her, sliding in and out of Juvia’s tight body. When the expression in Juvia’s flushed face changed, Gray picked up his pace. Finding the perfect rhythm as his bed creaked under their combined weight. Her muffled cries only fueling the desire to drive the woman to her peak.

Juvia didn’t even understand how her body knew how to respond to Gray’s blatant move but she met all his thrusts, unashamedly rocking her hips against Gray’s. That seemed to earn groans, curses and strained mentions of her name from her lover. But Juvia was at the losing end, feeling that familiar, powerful culmination about to claim her once again. She tried to free her hands from his, finding the need to prolong the act. But Gray was adamant.

Juvia called out to him between cries – begging and pleading. But those only made Gray’s thrusts more forceful and merciless, feeding the primal hunger that turned Juvia’s lover into an insatiable beast.

Then, she screamed his name, the culmination finally came for her with a force that was more powerful and violent than the first. Soon, he followed after her. His need for her finally exploding into a cosmic end, tearing him a new. Even then, Gray didn’t stop moving, pumping into Juvia with short, sudden thrusts until nothing was left in him.

Gray collapsed on top of Juvia in boneless exhaustion. Both gasped for air as they lay on his bed, a tangled mess of sweat and skin. The fire between them retreating, flickering into a fading euphoria. But Juvia loved every moment of it. More so that it was Gray who she was with, exploring this new territory together.

RAMTBB Part 2.5

Gray woke up from his deep slumber, rested yet tired. He knew exactly why. He had a vivid recollection of the events of last night, painting a foolish smile on his face. His body was yearning for that same warmth he reveled in last night, the warmth that clung to him twice, thrice, four times. He didn’t even know he had the stamina to last for that long.

Gray extended his arm, eyes still shut close but lips pulled in a wide grin, seeking the bluenette that went to sleep with him last night. But she wasn’t there. There was no warm skin; only the coldness left by her absence. The ice-make mage sat right up, eyes frantically searching his room for Juvia, fearful that last night may turn out as just a dream. He sighed in relief, finding Juvia standing next to his dresser, fixing her hat over her head. The smile he had in his sleep morphed into a frown. Juvia was all dressed, up and ready for the day. Way to spoil his plan. Juvia first met his gaze through the mirror. Then, she spun around to greet Gray with a warm smile.

“Good morning, Gray-sama.” Juvia walked over to the bed and sat at the edge next to Gray.

“I thought we’re past that.”

“Past what?” Juvia distractedly asked, running her tongue over her bottom lip as her gaze drifted down his bare chest, which Gray gladly noted.

“Sama? I distinctly remember you dropping that…” Gray moved closer to Juvia, the white sheet he was covered in dropped to his hip. He noticed the way Juvia bit her lower lip, her hot gaze following the drop of his sheet. The flame in her eyes encouraged him to steal a kiss, “when you screamed my name.” and then another soft brush on the lips, just teasing.

A low moan escaped Juvia’s lips.

“Over… and over,” Gray continued trailing kisses down her neck, “and over… and over again.” Gray’s hands slid down her shoulders and then her arms, pulling Juvia to join him in bed. But Juvia stopped him, placing a hand on the solid plane of his chest.

“Gray-sama, before that…” She left his side to pick something out of her paper bag. Quickly, she returned beside Gray and presented to him something which looked like paper. “Gray-sama needs to fill up Juvia’s report card.”

Gray wasn’t sure if he heard her right. “I’m sorry, what?” So, he asked just in case,

“Juvia’s report card.”

Gray blinked at her. His morning erection falling limp in disbelief.

“Juvia’s dance teacher wants to know if she did things right.”

“Are you out of your mind?” He nearly screamed at her, eyes furrowing into his usual scowl. “I’m not gonna rate how you are in bed!”

“The report is for the dancing. Juvia already told you about this, Gray-sama.”

Gray looked at the insistent water-mage with bewildered eyes. He wasn’t sure if he should be more surprised at the fact that Juvia was actually asking him to grade her dance, which she hadn’t even finished because, well... they ended up doing something else, or how Juvia wasn’t even bothered by it.

“I’m going to go to sleep, Juvia.” He returned to his slumber, covering himself with his white sheet over his head. He lost his morning erection so what even was the point waking up that early?

“Gray-sama.” Juvia whined, kneeling on his bed to shake the sleeping man. “Juvia needs the report card.”

“Go away!”

“But Gray-sama–”

“–I’m going back to sleep, Juvia. Leave me alone.”

Juvia puffed a breath of exasperation. She obviously wasn’t going to get what she wanted, the report card. She glared at the sheet-covered ice-make mage. Something she never knew she could do. But after giving herself to him, Gray wouldn’t even do that small favor for Juvia. What a guy!

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[iriswc1995]

Ash In Ordina

Chapter Two:  ‘Church’

The camera scanned the invitation, and the glass doors whisked open.  Ash tucked it back in her cloak and stepped inside the Worship Office.  Its vast main hall was nearly empty, supported by several marble pillars adorned with artificial torches, contrasting the square, clinical lighting fixtures illuminating the ceiling.  Her footsteps echoed through the hollow expanse.  She watched the shadows dance beneath the various grotesque furnishings, embellished with colorful trappings and expensive decorations.  She wrinkled her nose. The Redeemed were never doing badly for themselves.

At a desk at the end of the hall were two men wearing typical Rapturist attire who seemed to be waiting for her.  The smaller figure immediately smiled and stood up, moving around to the front of the desk with a posture of welcome.  He had a messy haircut dyed bright pink to match his large eyes.  The second man, a few feet behind him, had a darker complexion and grim countenance, towering over both of them, a large cleaver strapped to his back.  Ash met his cold gaze for a moment before the smaller one greeted her.

“Ah, you must be Ash!  Your appearance is very distinct, in a good way, miss!”

“Thanks.”

“And um, just to double-check, no last name?”

“No.  I’m curious why the Redeemed need to hire a freelancer.”

“Hehe, well…” The man scratched the back of his head before clasping his hands together.  “I doubt it’s going to be the usual sort of work you do… rather, we need you to find someone.  One of our high-ranking members has seemingly gone missing, you see.”

Ash tilted her head, but stayed silent, waiting for more details.  But then the man laughed to himself and spread his arms.

“Sorry sorry, where are my manners!  My name is Alistar Fey, Redeemed, director third-echelon, fifth mind.  And my partner here is…”

The tall man sighed, cracking his neck as he turned his head.  “Andre,” he answered coldly.

Alistar smiled and turned back to Ash.  “Politeness is what keeps the world spinning, I think.  Which is also why this is a strictly above-board, on-record job.”

“Right.  So who’s missing, and why do you need me to find them?”

Silently, Alistar took a small binder from the desk and handed it to her.  Ash’s breath caught momentarily as she opened it.  Real paper?  They’re rich enough for paper after everything they did?  Swallowing her annoyance, she skimmed through the details.  His name was Zachary Kells.  A life-long worshipper, decently wealthy thanks to his job at Skyvault as a researcher and engineer.  But it seemed he’d recently left his job to fully devote himself to the Church.  

“We’ve tried contacting him, of course,” Alistar said, scratching the back of his head.  “But no one has seen or heard from him in nearly a week.  He wasn’t involved in anything shady, to my knowledge, and was largely a homebody.  His residence is on this floor, and we sent someone to check there, but no answer again.  And since he lives in one of the Castles, well…”

Ash closed the binder.  “You need someone who’s good at getting inside places they aren’t supposed to.  And you don’t want the authorities involved, for reasons which I’m sure you won’t tell me.”

Alistar hesitated.  Ash nodded and continued.

“It’s fine.  I’ll find him... for the amount we agreed on.”

“Wonderful!  Then, that should be all for our business here.  Part of me hopes you’ll simply find him at home, but I rather doubt it, unfortunately…”

“Freelancer.”  Andre said, taking a step forward for the first time.  Ash flicked her eyes towards him and stood up straight, hands open at her sides.  He raised an eyebrow and simply folded his arms.

“Watch yourself.  Unsavory types buzz around these neighborhoods like hungry flies.  Zachary is an important man.  I trust you’ll do your best to keep him safe.”

Ash hesitated for a long moment, thoughts swimming beneath the man’s cold gaze.  Does he know something about me…? Finally, Ash simply nodded and turned to exit the office hall.

-----

Dark streets caked in rolling fog, dimly illuminated by fading streetlamps.  One could almost mistake this for outside, if not for the globes of faint light on the ceiling, nearly two-hundred feet above, staring like gray stars.  The housing here, the Castles, were essentially buildings unto themselves, like houses stacked on one another.  Security systems and relatively safe neighborhoods, on top of this, were what created the floors home to the wealthier-than-most but not nearly of the mega-rich status.

Ash walked to a street corner two blocks away from the Worship Office, where she found Cygnus waiting for her, playing a game on his phone.  He brushed his hair out of his eyes as she approached.

“So, is it about what we figured?”

She shrugged.  “No assassinations or whatever.  They're just missing one of their top guys.  I need your help getting into his place.”

Cygnus nodded, and started following behind her.  His face wore the same dark look that Ash figured she had made when she entered the Church.  Neither of them liked doing work like this, and Cygnus had even more reason than most to despise the Worship Unity and everything they did.  Their footsteps echoed along the cracked street.  No one else was milling around this late in the evening.  But then, someone made themselves known.

Harsh voices clamored from a nearby alleyway.  Scattered around the trash-filled crevice like chattering rats were several individuals of varying appearance, though the black, red-trimmed jackets wrapped around each of their waists indicated they were a group.  There were six in total, some tall, some muscular, some squatting on dumpsters, others leaning against the wall.  Almost all of them had some kind of augmentation or another - metal arms, thousand-eyes implants, studded or scaled flesh.  Their weapons were crude, but looked sharp - probably scavenged from the Bone Forest.  They turned to look at the pair as they began to pass, and Ash stopped suddenly as their gazes met.  She recognized their appearance, their vibe, and this scent.  These were Harvesters without a doubt.  Before there could be any pretense of just passing through, the group quickly filed out of the alleyway to block their path, their faces grim yet thrilled.  Ash sighed and turned to Cygnus.

“Go on ahead.  I'll handle this.”

“… you sure?”

She nodded.  Cygnus scanned the group with an analytical look before hesitantly stepping forward, whispering to Ash as he passed.

“Don't get in trouble.”

“I'll do my best.”

He walked past the Harvesters, not meeting any of their sharp looks, and while a couple of them spit in his direction, none of them made a move to attack.  The tallest one, most certainly the leader judging by her demeanor, stepped forward.  Her arms were muscular and heavily scarred, the sleeves of her jacket were ringed with iron spikes, and she wore a mask that covered the top half of her face, adorned with chaotic black and red designs.  Her wild, black-haired ponytail nearly reached her waist.  She leaned into Ash's face and laughed.

“How's it going, killer?  Where ya heading to?  Gonna chop off some more heads with that shitty sword of yours?”

Ash stared back, coldly.  Her stomach was tied in a knot, but she didn't let herself panic.  She knew this type.

“I don't see how that's your business, bitch.”

The group laughed again, and the woman smiled.  Ash knew better than to use honorifics like ‘miss’ around Harvesters.  The leader leaned back, walking around Ash as she replied.

“But it IS my business, motherfucker!  Our group here, we protect these streets from killers like you!”

She stood in front of her again, folding her arms.

“God damn, are you edgy-lookin’ or what?  I would have thought you were some gutless nobody if not for this scent… the scent of blood, so unmistakable… it clings to you like a haze~ and if I had to guess, you can smell it just like us, can’t you…?”

Ash rolled her eyes.

“Maybe.”

“Hahahaha~! So if I had to guess, you’re trying to turn over a new leaf or something?  Blood doesn’t dry that easy, kid.  A muzzled wolf is still a wolf.”

“You’re right,” Ash said, and flicked an inch of her sword from its sheathe.  Its red glow captivated the group for a moment, and several of them brandished their own weapons.  “So get out of my way or see the wolf for yourself.  I’m not better than any of you.  Except in terms of skill.”

Silence filled the street.  Strapped across the lead woman’s back was a massive saw-cleaver that made Ash’s katana look like a knife.  She sniffed a few times, then smirked.  Behind her lips, her teeth had been replaced with sharper ones modeled after a shark’s.  She stepped forward, and offered a hand.

“Name’s Tesla.  Any chance you’d wanna join us…?  We make serious dough off the rich idiots on this floor~”

Ash didn’t take her hand.

“Those days are behind me.  I hunt different prey now.”

She made sure to phrase her words correctly, sweat forming on her clenched palms.  To most gangs, you're either a threat, or nothing to worry about.  To Harvesters, you're either a threat, or a walking pay-out.  And either option makes them liable to kill you.  But mercifully, Tesla shrugged and finally backed out of her personal space.

“Fair enough, I guess… but don't go thinking you're done being a Harvester.  Everyone who's alive has to take from others to keep living.  At least the lives we take are put to good use when we sell off their lungs and heart!

“Save the preaching for the church.”

The other Harvesters laughed and playfully punched Tesla, yelling ‘she got you good!’ as Ash continued down the street, her cloak wandering in the breeze.

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[whirlybirbs]

Great now she has to get HIM off!!!

PRACTICE   &   PERFECTION   ;

summary: miss turner catches arthur in the throes of something more private. a companion piece of this work.pairing: arthur morgan x reader, turner as a placeholder surnamerating: explicit! masturbation, first time handjobs + fingering! wahoo!word count: 3.4k, oopsa/n: hahahaha i am horny for arthur morgan. this is a part of my simpler said aloud series. if you’d like to read more about these two, here’s the masterlist!

He can’t sleep.

He tosses, for the fifth time in ten minutes, and curses himself as he does. It’s the fourth night in a row of this hellish curse — He should be exhausted, but the heavy pull of his eyelids is absent. A fan of his beauty rest, he finds himself irritated with the fact he could be asleep by now, snoring loudly and blissfully unaware of the world.

But, Arthur Morgan can’t sleep. 

He tosses again. His tent is illuminated by a strip of light glimmering through the gap in the canvas — the dying campfire floods his space in oranges and inky blues. It’s late now, and the camp is silent save for the lap of waves on the shore of the lake and the peepers in the tall grass. 

Somewhere in the distance, coyotes bay and yip as Dutch snores, like a chainsaw, cutting through the night.

Christ, it’s annoying. 

Arthur kicks at the sheets tangled around his feet.

Draping an arm over his eyes, he tries to block out the light and count the crickets chirping, but his mind keeps wandering to places that leave sleep just out his reach.

It’s anxiety, Hosea had said, commenting on Arthur’s sudden evasion of sleep, keeps you up, just like me.

After another half hour, he strangles an annoyed sigh behind his hand as he rubs his face and grits his jaw. He imagines the circles under his eyes are dark as coal now. He’s sure Micah will make a comment over breakfast — something about Miss Turner keepin’ you up, Morgan?

... That’s a nice thought.

(It’s Pinkertons and Bounty Hunters and the O’Driscolls, really.)

Arthur, then, decides that maybe that very thought could be his saving grace and he sets out to tire himself in the best way possible — hand fisted down his union suit, teeth barred and eyes clamped shut.

He intended for it to be quick — not drawn out nor luxurious in any fashion; after all, the other tents were only feet away. Sound carries and Arthur would rather the others not hear the more explicit parts of his mind playing out in the early morning hours.

... But, you are a lovely thought.

Nails digging into his shoulders as you try to grapple under the mounting heat between your legs, knees shaking as he winds you up like a toy, thumb grazing that sensitive bundle of nerves...

Fingers work at peeling away the top of his union suit, a flash of hot interest peaking in his gut at the mere recall of you whispering his name in moments more heated. You have a way of doing that to him; you get him going quick with the brush of a kiss, utterance of a name, touch of a hand. It’s embarrassing, almost, how tight you have him wrapped around your thumb and how willingly he lets that become his place.

Arthur blinks down at his hips, heavy lashes fluttering as he palms at his arousal. He’s hard already, shamefully so, and he can’t help but chew his lip as he runs a hand along himself over his wool suit. The friction is nice. He thinks about you, keening along his fingers, and the friction gets nicer.

He’s distracted, mind in the field you’d both stood in three days ago. You’re propped up on that wall, snakebite forgotten, as his lips attack love-bites into the delicate flesh of your thigh. He remembers the sounds, the breathy little whimpers and the way you’d pleaded his name — he remembers the slick heat between your legs as he’d happily delved across the lace with nimble fingers. The moment is seared into his brain, and suddenly Arthur wishes he’d had the courage to rip your bloomers off and away and get a taste.

His hips buck a bit at the thought of you, legs spread and ankles hitched around his shoulders as he laps at the delicate folds of flesh there. You’d be warm and sweet and wonderful, he thinks, and his chin would be slick with evidence of your arousal.Arthur shudders a breath, trying to keep it down. He passes another touch across himself and shifts on his cot, lip pulled between his teeth tightly —

Arthur can hardly speak when his tent floods with light and you’re suddenly there, a soft gasp worming itself from your lips.

In the light of the dimmed fire, you glow; but Arthur doesn’t give himself a moment to linger on the sight. He curses in a harsh whisper, hands flying to cover himself and tug at the sheets at the foot of his bed.

What he’s been up to, though, isn’t lost on you.

“Miss Turner —“

“Sorry,” you whisper coyly, not at all unsettled by the thought of Arthur Morgan taking care of himself — quite the opposite, “Am I interrupting?”

(You’d been in the same predicament as him, sleep lost and worry high.)

Arthur’s clutching the sheets over his arousal when you speak, head dropping back to the pillows as he tries to overcome the sudden shame and embarrassment that flies across his face. Arthur knows he’s been caught, there’s no sense in tiptoeing around this, and yet all he can manage to grit out is a sarcastic:

“Not at all, sweetpea, not at all.”

“You’re an outlaw, Arthur,” you whisper, moving towards the cot, “Not a liar.”

He bites his tongue, blue eyes moving to follow you as you drift closer. Your chemise is hanging from your shoulders, hair spilling over your back in sleep kissed knots and you look like an angel, something that should stay far from the dirtier thoughts he’d just been having about you —

“Can’t sleep?” you ask, kneeling beside his cot, eyes roaming him greedily.

Arthur doesn’t trust himself to speak. He nods his head.

“... Could I help?”

It’s like leaping off a bridge — it’s a dive into uncharted waters. You’ve never done something like this, not with him nor anyone, but the thought is hardly there thanks to how much you want it. Arthur seems to notice the hungry look in your eyes and succumbs to it fully, hands moving to push away the sheets in acceptance of your help.

“I, uh, just —“ the sentence burns up in your gaze.

You decide, very quickly, that Arthur Morgan looks rather pretty like this.

His union suit is unbuttoned, splitting him up the middle and exposing the plains of his chest and abdomen. His skin is hot, from the summer night and the burning arousal, and you find yourself quite enamored with the view before you.

Arthur is bright pink. Even in the dark of his tent you can see it. He can’t help it — this is the thing of fantasy, having you admire him so openly, having you reach to touch him in a way so intimate. The rosy blush that has settled neatly across his cheeks and ears steals your breath away.

The evidence of his arousal is outlined in his union suit and his entire body lurches when you reach, one finger tracing the side of him as you smile so sickly sweet that Arthur feels like he’s been punched in the chest.

This is going to be the death of him. 

He can hardly look at you, too taken by sheepishness but hips spurred by the greedy look you give as you rise from the floor. He shifts, arching to follow your touch, and you give a breathless little laugh when you settle back down beside him on his cot.

This time, the pressure is a bit more — your whole palm grazes him and he shudders, dark lashes screwing shut as he swallows and tries to form a coherent string of words.

He gives up when you hook your fingers in the last set of buttons, springing him free.

His cock is big — flushed a pretty pink at the head and thick. It’s a sight that you always imagined would have you uncomfortable and horrified and running for the hills. Seeing a man naked, on any night beside your wedding night? It was always warned against, always battled back with deep settled fear; women like you aren’t meant to be doing things like this in the quiet hours of the night, but it doesn’t scare you, doesn’t disgust you. Instead, it kicks something alive inside of you that’s anything but innocent. It’s far from it.

“Look at you, cowboy.”

Arthur’s eyes roll shut, head dropping back to the sheets as he lets out a weak laugh. Finally he speaks. His voice is horse. “This has got t’ be a dream.”

You pull your lip between your teeth as you smile, fingers finding the bare skin of his hips as he squirms on the cot. His breath hitches as you tug at his union suit, hands moving to scale his side as he exhales long and hard.

“You look like a dream,” you mutter, “I could watch you for a while.”

Arthur gives a weak sound at that. His hands move to pull you down into a needy kiss — one that leaves his cock pressed to his belly and you don’t think twice before you’ve moved to run a tentative touch along it.

Arthur’s eyes jump open and his whole chest heaves.

“Sh-Shit.”

“Good?”

He can’t even respond, just chew his lip and flare his nostrils and nod.

Your nose brushes his as you lean over him, lace of your chemise skimming the exposed skin of his hips and chest; it’s a sensory trap, luring him in at the welcoming softness. You take him gently into your hand and give one hesitant pump.

Arthur nearly gives in then and there.

You have to rush up to silence the groan that flies from his throat. You bite his lip, pulling away with it stuck between your teeth. Arthur’s eyes are rooted to the way you look at him, like he’s some revered man. 

He feels unworthy of it. Unworthy of you.

“Shh,” you whisper, nudging his face with your nose. You move to bite a kiss along his throat, “You want Dutch t’ hear you?”

Arthur gives a pitiful, daring laugh, then -- as if to say, “why not” -- a breathy rumble that shakes his chest and leaves you grinning into the skin along his shoulder. You kiss him again, amused, lips lingering by his cheek as you climb over his leg and situate yourself above him; he follows, chasing you upwards as he props himself up on his elbows. Arthur is slack-jawed, face bright in a rosy glow, eyes half-lidded as you move. 

Under his eyes, you feel small.

“Is this okay?” you whisper, leaning to set a slow pace, lips falling along his cheek.

Arthur pants, nodding desperately at the hot touch. “Y-Yea -- Christ, yer gonna kill me.” 

You snicker, settling against his thigh fully now -- your chemise pools around you and you can’t help but bunch a hand into it, hiking it up over your thigh in a flash of skin; Arthur gravitates towards it, chasing the searing contact, finding under calloused fingers there’s no lace around your hipbones. No cursed bloomers. Just skin. Blue eyes anchor themselves to the expanse of skin up your hip, awe rooted there, as he realizes you’re bare and flush right against his thigh.

“Jesus --”

His head drops back against the sheets and you grin above him, thumb slipping along the head of his cock to find it slick -- Arthur jolts at the sensation, chest heaving in a gasp as you quirk a brow and slip the wetness down his length, earning a low moan, mingling with a desperate laugh. He screws his eyes shut, hands moving to grasp at your thighs like a ship lost at sea.

Eagerly, you lay a hand over his and drag it upwards, under the lace, grinning happily when it settles along your ribs. His hands are warm and rough and big, settling to press you against his thigh -- his voice is hoarse when he speaks.

“Yer th’ prettiest damn thing I ever seen.”

Arousal crawls up your chest, heat flaring in your face. No one has ever touched you like this. Certainly not brushed their thumb over your nipple and moved to haul your chemise off you totally when you say their name.

The outlaw surges up, pulling the nightgown from your frame as his mouth moves to latch itself to the curve of your breast --- his stubble tickles, tongue moving flat against your breast as he bites a little mark there; a reminder of the night, something tangible, something secret. Blue eyes connect with yours and Arthur smiles, happy to at least have thrown you off for a moment. It’s a shift in the power balance, one that sends a hand through his hair eagerly.

You move then, hips squirming against him as you pick up the pace -- it earns a low groan from Arthur. Planting a firm hand on his chest, he settles back against the cot without a fight. You’re in charge; he’s the one who needed help. 

“This is about you, Arthur.”

His eyes can’t help but shut, lashes kissing his cheeks. The idea that this is all about you giving -- the idea of you happily surrendering yourself to him stirs his arousal further. His hands crawls up, calloused fingers brushing the curve of your hip again, this time urging a pace out of you. You chew your lip, lids going heavy, as you move your hips in tandem with your wrist; it’s not easy, but the reaction is worth it.

“Y’ sure y’ never done this before?” he asks, words broken by pants.

“Never,” you lean, biting a delicious little mark along his collarbone, “Though, I think I’d benefit from some extra practice, Mr. Morgan.”

He can’t hide the desperate sound that’s pulled from him at the name.

Arthur is a mess, eyes on you and on the roof of the tent and on your core bucking against his clothed thigh. He’s trying to remember how to breathe, how to think -- it’s hard when you’ve come along and robbed all worldly abilities from him. The sounds in the tent are sinful; breaths mingle in the quiet, names exchanged in eager little prayers that wind both of you higher and higher.

This is not how he anticipated his night going.

“Practice -- fuck,” he squirms, spurring a grin out of you, “ -- makes perfect.”

Your thumb brushes the head of his cock again, sending the outlaw gasping after the remark. He tightens his hold on your hips, dragging himself up and smothering your grin with a kiss that’s bruising. He bucks you forward, dragging you along his thigh, and the friction is wonderful. Your hand falters, slipping up along the ridge of the swollen head and Arthur’s breath hitches -- enough that you chase the exact reaction through the same ministration.

It’s the right one.

His hands are shaking when he winds them around your back, mouth digging harsh bites into the column of your throat as you whimper -- you pry at his jaw, face gripped in a tight hold; you heave a gasp, eyes darting to his swollen lips. Arthur happily lets you assert the gesture of dominance, mostly because you brush the underside of his cock with fingers slick with pre-come in that exact moment and his eyes roll right into the back of his head. 

“Shit --” he gasps, hands moving to grab at your backside as he falls back to the cot, a bit too locked in the pleasure to do much else, “Sweetpea, please --”

“Like that?” you ask quietly, mimicking the motion.

His hips lift, arms tensing as he nods; his lip is pulled between his teeth. “Y-Yeah.”

“Arthur Morgan,” you nearly purr, falling along his hips and pressing your chest to his as you concentrate your hold on his arousal, “I think I’m awfully lucky -- a man like you, lettin’ me touch 'im like this...”

You kiss his cheek and his heart flutters. 

He moves to root his fingers in your hair. 

You give him another slick pump. Another curse.

It’s the look that does him in, though; one look, a smile, illuminated by the dying fire outside his tent -- you’re a dream, chest pressed against his and hair spilled along your shoulders -- he comes hard; it’s like a tsunami, washing over him so hard that he’s floating and his world is dark and his hearing is gone. He’s dead, dying, gone, in heaven. Arthur Morgan has died in your arms.

He’s laughing, then, eyes still screwed shut as you grin above him.

“Miss Turner,” he pulls his eyes open, “I -- This...”

He’s come along your wrist. The first thing he sees is you dropping a finger to your tongue with a coy look. 

He’s dead. This is heaven.

Now, he doesn’t want to sleep. 

But, you’re happily pulling yourself from him, snagging his handkerchief from the wardrobe at the end of his bed and moving to clean him up with a gentle hand. Your fingers nimbly button his union suit back up, mouth chasing the skin of his chest -- and he just watches, touch fond. 

“Think you can sleep now?” you ask as you chuck the handkerchief over your shoulder. You sit up, settling on the side of the cot. You scoop up your chemise, “Did I tire you out?”

Arthur stops you. His eyes are narrowed.

“Where you think yer goin’?”

You blink. Oh. 

He moves, then, pulling you down beside you and winding his arms around you desperately -- as if you’d run off. You can’t help but laugh, sheepishness settling across your cheeks as you chew your lip. You’re naked, pressed against him and a bit cold, but the ache between your legs is the biggest problem.

“Honestly,” you mumble sweetly, “I was going to take care of myself, but --”

Arthur pulls an eye open.

His smirk is dangerous.

“Were y’?”

He winds you into a kiss, then, your head turned to engage over your shoulder, when his hand slips between your legs. You can’t help but lift your leg, hiking it over his hip and opening yourself up to the searing touch.

“I could take care a’ this” Arthur mutters, greedy mouth kissing your shoulder as you gasp, “Like y’ did fer me --”

You’re soaked. His fingers slip along the velvet folds easily. You breathe his name.

“Won’t take much,” he chirps, “Look a’ you.”

God, you wish you could shut him up. That, however, had happened earlier -- and now you’re at Arthur mercy; you grip at his hips, fingers winding tightly in his union suit as he seemingly curls around you and presses sloppy kisses to the back of your neck as he works a pace along your clit; it’s dangerous and wonderful and you say his name like plead, begging for something you don’t even know.

Then, a crooked finger slips inside you and you jolt.

That’s it. 

His thumb moves, coaxing another cry of his name before a second finger stretches you nicely -- the feeling is foreign but it’s good, you feel better than you have when you’ve been the one doing it, certainly. His fingers are thicker, rougher, warmer. 

“That alrigh’?”

“Don’t you dare stop.”

Your legs are shaking.

Arthur grins. 

“Yer close,” he rumbles lowly, “C’mon, practice makes perfect.”

Just like your smile did him in, it’s those words that do you in -- you come along his fingers hard, hands wound in his union suit and gripping the edge of his cot as he smothers your sounds with a bruising kiss; it strangles your rational thinking skills and you’re stuck in a honeyed glow as the come down follows. 

Before you even realize it, Arthur is tugging the sheets up over you and pulling you close to his chest. You melt into the touch, smile permanent on your face as you bury yourself in the hold.

His beard scratches your forehead as he kisses you there.

“I wasn’t kiddin’ when I said yer gonna be th’ death a’ me,” he says slowly.

You laugh sleepily. “Weren’t you the one who said dyin’ happy comes much later?”

A low laugh. “Yeah, well, that was before y’ got me off --”

“Go t’ sleep, Arthur,” you chirp, pinching his side, “Sooner morning comes, the sooner I’ll make you, again.”

And on that note, Arthur Morgan goes right to sleep.

#simpler said aloud #arthur morgan imagine #arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan smut #arthur morgan nsft #rdr2 imagine #rdr2 smut #rdr2 reader insert #arthur morgan x oc #Anonymous

[razorblade180]

Shackles pt2: Long time no see

Heat, blistering heat almost intolerable by man. Oh how Blake missed it, The sun beamed down over the evenly tanned High Leader as she sat comfortably on the docks. Patiently watching a ship approach while she spoke on her scroll.

Blake:I see a ship with the word pride on it? Is that the one you’re on?

Yang:Yep! Try to look inside the captain space!

She held her hand up to block the sun and squinted the best she could. It was a little difficult but she could make out an interesting site. Behind the wheel of the ship was her dorky blonde hair companion wearing the captain’s hat and swaying her hips.

Blake:Are you.....are you driving the boat!?

Yang:I beat the entire crew in cards so they had to teach me! I’m gonna dock the ship!

Captain:No you won’t!!!

Yang:I am not gonna be the one to dock the ship..... I’m keeping the hat though!

Captain:Fine!

Blake:*giggles* See you in a few minutes.

Yang:More like seconds...

Blake jumped slightly as the sound of a shotgun blast echoed through the air. The intense heat was momentarily blocked as a shade was covered over her. A smile spread gently as she looked up to see Yang free falling while wearing the aviators the blonde couldn’t seem to live without. Blake spread her arms wide and caught her partner; the two beginning to spin around and laugh before falling. The wildness of it all only making their laughter stronger. Anyone around might’ve thought them crazy but honestly it’s a fair assumption to make after all they’ve been through. Yang is the first to get up and takes Blake’s hand to lift her.

Yang:How’d you like my entrance?

Blake:Hmmmm seven out of ten. Needs a better landing strategy.

Yang:That just means you should brace for impact next time. You look good. As in like healthiness that is! Not to say that you don’t actually look good. *rubbing her head* I mean that tan is really-

The cat faunus’s finger slowly goes over her rambling mess of a partner. Yang stares at Blake who is shaking her head playfully. Thoroughly enjoying how fast the conversation spiraled out of control.

Blake:Thank you. I see you’re doing well too. Glowing even.

Yang:Hehehe, aren’t I always?

Blake:Ooooo loaded question. Come on, let’s walk and talk. *walking backwards*

Yang:Pfft, after that insult? Oh how you wound me.

Blake:Be wounded as you walk.

Yang couldn’t believe her ears. Was she being teased? Her of all people? Not just that, but Blake has already gotten a move on so Yang couldn’t even respond back in defiance. Truly she was cornered. Yang had no choice but to follow her. No way she could just let Blake get one over on her like that.

Blake walked with a little bit of a hop in her steps as she passed all her neighbors. Her hands cuffed together and behind her back. It was easy Yang’s foot steps quickly get closer and not slowing down a beat. Patiently Blake watched Yang’s shadow get closer and closer until it was about to touch hers. Right at the last moment, Blake used her semblance to sidestep and watched Yang almost fall forward. The blonde looked to her left to see Blake continue facing forward and trying not to laugh.

Yang:Well look at you. *smiles* All playful and what not. Is this what happens when war is completely over?

Blake:This is what happens when I sleep in my own bed! Which is what I need with all the work being done around here.

Yang:Yeah, starting a new organization seems pretty complicated. Don’t know how you’re managing.

Blake:My dad fortunately. We might still be in the planning stages but it’s pretty well developed because of him. We’re organized, ready to motivate, and the word of group is already around Remnant. Some officials have already visited to see me. Atlas is now reshaping all of faunus related worksites.

Yang:Wow, big moves for sure.

Blake:Very big. Unfortunately we’ve also met a fair share of people who are just fine with how things were and some willing to get violent.

Yang:Makes since. Atlas wasn’t built in a day. It’s still amazing what progress can happen in a couple years.

Blake:As much as I would like to believe that, I can’t. This change that’s been happening. Me in power, it’s been building up for decades. Cooperation, ideals, everything with-

Yang:Gee, you really got your speech skills down packed.

Blake:*red* Hehehehe, you get what I’m saying though.

Yang:Yep, I also get that all of it still needed someone to push all that build up. You’re responsible for this just as much as everyone else.

Blake:......... You know that includes you too right?

Yang:Me!?

Blake:Without you and everyone else I wouldn’t have made it this far. Thanks, you’ve been a big help .

Yang:Yeah? Well... *turns away* all I did was punch a few things. Crack a few jokes, pushed the boundary. No big deal.

Blake:Boy, Jaune sure has mellowed you out.

Yang:*turns back* You take that back! I’m as amped up as ever.

Blake:If you say so.

Has Jaune mellowed her out? Maybe. Yang never thought about it too much. She’s pretty much the same as she’s always been in her head. There might be a few differences but little ones. Well....as of now anyways. Blake however...

Yang:Sun seems to have brighten your life up.

Blake:*stops walking* Yeah. He’s wonderful....

Yang:No doubt. I mean I’m the end, you chose him and all.

Blake:.....

Blake:This conversation was unavoidable wasn’t it?

Yang:Don’t wanna talk about it?

Blake:It’s not that I don’t. It’s just that you literally got here minutes ago to visit me after all this time. I don’t want to blow this with you. I miss my best friend.

Yang:I know. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t miss mine too. So if we really miss each other then we should clear the air. Now then, how is Sun? Don’t hold anything back this time. In case you forgot... *lifts wedding ring* I’m not exactly single and pinning over you dork. *smiles*

Blake:Are you sure? I don’t want to sound rude to you or any-

Yang:You can gush over him...

Blake:*blushing* I’m stupidly in love with him. Like I can’t take it and thinking about it is even more wonderful because I get to tell you.

Yang:*hugs her* I see he’s made you extra emotional.

Blake:Shut up. *hugging her tight* Gods I’m so happy you’re here.

Yang:So am I. Now can you finally show me your house and look at me for more than three seconds.

Blake:Deal. *wiping her eyes* Phew, Welcome to Menagerie!

Yang:Glad to be here.

Blake couldn’t explain it but suddenly things felt different; the heat....didn’t feel intense anymore. The two of them continued chatting as they went to Blake’s home. Both of them making up for lost time by telling stories of crazy missions and hilarious ways both of their parents reacted about the men in their lives as they approached the front door.

Blake:Hahahaha! Tai really challenged Jaune to fight when he proposed?

Yang:I shit you not. One minute Jaune is on one knee with a beautiful sunset proposing. Next thing I know I’m watching him roll out the way and grabbing his shield as my dad is leaping of our roof performing a rider kick. That sunset went from romantic to a dual in almost no time at all.

Blake:I thought your dad liked Jaune.

Yang:He loves him to bits. Doesn’t stop him from going dad mode with every huge milestone.

Blake:Sounds about right. My dad constantly looks like he wants to suplex Sun just for holding my hand.

Yang:Does that mean I should expect a wrestle mania wedding? Can I be the announcer!!!?

Blake:Uhhh sure. If marriage is on the table....

Yang:If? What does that mean?

Blake:You know....if. Just if it happens.

Yang:......

Blake:....What’s up?

Yang:What’s up with you? One minute your laughing and now you’re getting all...Blakey

Blake:I’m just not real big on marriage and “getting Blakey” should not be a term.

Yang:Why not? The marriage thing, not the term. Aren’t you in love with him?

Blake:I am but so much is happening. So much is always happening. My whole life has been jumping from one rebellious group fighting for freedom to the next. I can tell he’s up for it which only makes me feel bad! Trying to change the world as I am now is already daunting and hard to do at times. Being married, all the legal and perception changes that come with it is just another layer. Maybe if things slow down....

Yang:You never slow down. Ruby pumps the brakes more than you and that’s saying something. Plus you’re always changing as far as perception goes and so do the things around you. What’s one more to the list. This one is vow that you would never do it alone. I don’t know about you but that’s a change I think everyone needs. After all, who knows what it could bring? A mess or the answer you’ve been looking for.

Blake:.....I’ve told you that I’m really glad you’re here right?

Yang:About a thousand times. You can tell me it more once we’re inside.

Blake:*Grabs knob* Sounds like you everything in life figured out.

Yang:Hehe almost everything. One thing I actually wanted to talk about was how I’m-

Blake:Something is wrong.....

Yang:Huh?

Blake:The door. It’s not locked.

Yang:Your parents?

Blake:Dad’s on trip until later today. I know I didn’t forget to lock it.

Yang:Blake. Look at the ground.

Sand was all over the the doormat. Blake slowly opened up the door carefully; sand was on the otherside too. Someone had broken in and by the way Blake’s ears started to perk up they were still hanging around. Her left hand moved to rest on her sword as she pushed the door open some more. No one was there and the lights were still turned off.

Blake:Looks like I have an unexpected guest.

Yang:Who would be bold enough to break into here? A radical like the ones you mentioned?

Blake:Don’t know. Let’s find out. Scouting formation.

The two of them walked into the house with Blake in front and sword drawn. Yang was crouched lower and behind her using her hair to dimly light the surrounding area. If Yang was looking in one direction then Blake looked the other. Each step synchronized perfectly. Time might have had effected their feelings but not the years of team work. Ruby made sure to drill each formation into their very being. It’s what kept the alive; in more ways then one.

Blake abruptly stopped and looked at the ceiling. One ear wiggled while the other motioned back and forth to communicate with Yang. The intruder was upstairs and moving forward to the staircase to walk back time. Perfect timing for them. Yang slowly backed up and closed the front door quietly to once again fill the room in absolute darkness. Not one sound was made by them. Right now the space around them was nothing but an abyss with the sound of old wood creaking like bones. Blake reeled gambol shroud back towards the floor. The instant the tip of blade tapped the ground the plan was set up. Yang’s hair lit up like a Christmas tree and flashed the entire room in less than a second. The flash bang caused the intruder to cover their eyes in shock and was rewarded with Blake driving her leg sweep theirs as well as a blade to the throat the moment they fell.

Blake:I got em!!!!!

Yang:*opens door* Good, now let’s see who-.... you!?

Jacquelyn:Ow...Nlice to see you too.

Blake:Jacquelyn!? What are you- how are you here? *picking her up*

Jacquelyn:Wrong questions. The only thing that matters is why I’m here. I need your help Blake. It’s Adam; he’s missing.

Blood felt like ice at those words. The more light that was let in showed the young maiden’s condition. Her clothes were noticeably soiled. Not to mention how much of a mess her hair was. It was frizzled their was tiredness in her eyes; body tense with anxiousness. This wasn’t a prank or a dream. You don’t meet someone you haven’t seen in a couple years for that.

Blake:Missing? What do you mean missing?

Jacquelyn:I...I don’t know!? I was out getting food and ended up hunting all through the night. Moment I come home he’s...he’s just not there! There wasn’t a note or anything! Not even foot prints because of the sand and-

Blake:Wait wait wait......sand? He vanished here in Menagerie? Why would you come here?

Jacquelyn:We......we’ve sort of been living in the desert.

Blake:You’ve been here the whole time!?

Jacquelyn:There’s not many places we could go! The world thinks he’s dead so we thought we should go someplace no one goes to. The desert here is like hiding in plan sight.

Blake:Do you have any idea what would happen specifically someone here sees him!? So many things would be called into question. I might be called into question...

Jacquelyn:Listen, I did not come here for a lecture Blake.

Yang:Then why did you come here? No offense but he’s got another thing coming if he’s trying to-

Jacquelyn:Help me.

Blake:What?

Jacquelyn:I want....I need your help to find him. You know I wouldn’t ask unless I meant it.

Yang:Take it from me, chasing people who run away is a waste of time.

Jacquelyn:He didn’t run away! Something else happened.

Blake:*eyes widened* Something else like what? Abduction?

Jacquelyn:I..... don’t know. Maybe? Or a grimm caught him off gaurd.

Yang:You’re joking right? Do you really think-

Jacquelyn:Hey! Last time I checked I wasn’t talking to you so butt out! *eyes glowing*

Yang:Watch your tone with me.....*red*

Both women glared intensely as Yang walked closer before Blake’s arm held her back for the sake of the house. She helped Jacquelyn up then stood in between them.

Blake:Calm down! Both of you!

Yang:....She started it. *crosses arms*

Blake:Yang, please....

Yang:......Sigh *lilac*

Jacquelyn:*calming down* I apologize. If you haven’t noticed I’m a bit one edge. Not really making a strong case for why I should get help.

Yang:Yeah no kidding. Do you have any proof that he’s been taken anyways.

Jacquelyn:N...no..... I just ugh, he wouldn’t simply run off okay!? He’s not like that. Not at all. Blake you believe me right? *takes her hand*

Blake:Well, I couldn’t say. Wouldn’t be the worst thing he’s done. Jacquelyn maybe he was bidding his time to-

Jacquelyn:*tearing up*Things are different. He’s changing; really changing. I’m not saying Adam is a brand new person or doesn’t have things to iron out but there’s no way he’s just gone. I’d put it on my mother’s grave. So please, help me find him.

Blake:.....

Blake:I can help when my parents get out the meeting.

Yang:Huh!?

Blake:I’ll go to your house and see if there’s anything you mi-

Yang:Wait! Just.....

Yang grabs her arm and walks her a few feet from Jacquelyn and keeps her voice low.

Blake:What?

Yang:There’s no way you’re actually helping with this are you?

Blake:So what if I am?

Yang:So what if- this is Adam Taurus we’re talking about. He’s really someone you are about to go on a search for after getting rid of him? Do you really believe he’s different? Doesn’t she sound like a certain someone?

Blake:I get that it sounds crazy.

Yang:Insane actually.

Blake:But what if it’s true? What if.... he is different? You were there with me when we broke Jacquelyn out. Even back then something felt strange about him.

Yang:Because we thought he was dead until that moment! Blake are you even listening to yourself? We’re supposed to be reconnecting. When I wanted to reminisce about the past this wasn’t what I had in mind.

Blake:I know. That’s why I’m not making you tag along.

Yang:Time hasn’t been well to you if you honestly think I’m not going. For all you know it could be a trap she’s in on. It took two of us to beat him after some chance circumstances. Now we have a maiden to deal with. Are you really gonna take that chance?

Blake:.......

Blake:Yang.......I can’t walk away from this. Trap or not, I have to see it with my own eyes.

Yang:........*shaking*

Blake:........

Yang:Damnit, always feisty about the most dangerous things.

Blake:You used to love it.

Yang:I still do. A lot more things to lose this time around though, but I guess that’s always been the case. The moment I think this is a wild goose chase then I’m out. Hopefully by that point so are you.

Blake:You still don’t have to go at all.

Yang:We must be out of touch if you really think that’s a choice. *looks at Jacquelyn* Have you eaten? You look starving.

Jacquelyn:I..I haven’t eaten at all today. Everything has been happening so fast.

Yang:Yeah well it looks like things are about to get faster. Wash up and eat. We’ll head out at dusk. I’m gonna make sure I have everything I need. *walks off*

Jacquelyn:Thank you.....

Yang:I’m not doing this for you. *closes door*

Blake:Hey, let’s get you cleaned up okay?

Jacquelyn:*nods* I’m grateful, truly I am.

Blake:Well this is as big of a deal for you as it is for me.

She said nothing else as she walked off to the bathroom. Blake tried to hide it but there was doubt on her face. Who could blame her? Jacquelyn sure couldn’t, but there was no one else who she could turn to. Her hands were tied and she was running on borrowed time. It took all her strength to hold back her tears she gently held her stomach.

Jacquelyn:(I wouldn’t be too sure of that....)

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