#like if they all forgave him then we could have so MANY

[lixielovess]

"and i still dont care, i only care about you and how you feel. if it meant that I'd have to kill everyone in the world except for you and then myself just to prove that i love you, then I'll do so."

hyunjin x fem!chubby!reader

warnings: reader is insecure about her body, implied ED, swearing

genre: angst, fluff

hyunjin was a childhood friend of yours, you always hung out with him and you enjoyed being around him. but you were always considered the 'ugly' friend by your other friends, sometimes your family and you yourself agreed sometimes.. ofcourse he never did, he thought you were absolutely beautiful, tough he never said it.

when you were in junior high school, you could never be friends with anyone without someone shipping you two, but with you.. everyone always considered it as a joke. like you were a joke, people kept teasing hyunjin about liking you and he always denied it, and you believed him. he was never harsh about it he was genuinely nice, he was always polite with it but it always seemed to hurt you. you loved him, and deep down he knew he liked you aswell.

he was the handsome popular guy and you were just another one of his fangirls who just happened to be one of his friends. though you did have girl friends alot of girls seemed to hate you because you were friends with hyunjin, saying that you only hung out with him to distract yourself from how fugly you actually are. and honestly you thought the same, it was to the point you starved yourself and had to go to the hospital because you didn't eat the normal amount of food a healthy person should eat for about a month, but despite not eating almost anything at all you still looked like that.

and suddenly when you were in highschool in senior year when in the schools garden, he stood infront of you, bouquet in hand looking straight into your eyes "y/n y/l/n i-... i loved you.. i always have.. so please-" you cut him off. "is this some sort of joke..?" he froze up, confused, time seemed to stop as he just stared at you completely confused "what?"

"did one of your friends force you to do this? did you lose a bet? do you think its funny 'confessing' to the ugly chubby girl?" you we're used to it, guys confessing to you, going out with you because it was a dare or a jokey joke. but its happened to you over and over again for too many times to the point where you couldn't tell the difference between that and the real thing... and when someone actually had feelings, that someone being hyunjin, you turned him down because you didn't trust anyone that said they liked you, either way if it was true or not.

"Y/n-" "save it." angry tears welled up in your eyes as he just stared at you in disbelief "listen! please- im not joking! i genuinely do-" you grit your teeth, holding in your tears as you try not to break down sobbing "i thought you were my friend, hyunjin."

"i am! and i want us to be more than that-"

"Liar! you don't like me, i know you don't. you denied it since we were 10 and even until now you still do. feelings don't change overnight. i cant believe i thought you were my friend, never talk to me again you piece of shit" you ran off into somewhere, you dont know where you just walked. a few hours later you somehow arrived home, you waltzed into your room and just locked yourself in there.

days go by and you return to school completely ignoring him, everytime he came to talk to you, you just brushed him off like he was nothing.

your friends still hung out with him, and they brought you along when they hung out with him, but what else could you do? not hang out with your friends who've known you for years..? no. eventually you forgave him and tolerated him, and started hanging out with eachother more and more.

it wasn't until recently when you guys were alone, he took your hand and looked straight into your eyes when he confessed, again. "i.. i just wanted you to know that it wasnt a joke, i genuinely did love you back then and i didn't care about how you looked you were absolutely beautiful regardless. and i still dont care, i only care about you and how you feel. if it meant that I'd have to kill everyone in the world except for you and then myself just to prove that i love you, then I'll do so."

#stray kids #hwang hyunjin #stray kids angst #hyunjin x reader #skz x you #writing

[piromina]

ok but what if félix didnt get off on the wrong foot with adriens friends. what if they all rly liked him and didn't think of him as 'a cruel and inferior copy of the original'. what then. we would have so many good friendships there. félix + nino = gabriel agreste hate club. félix + marinette = gabriel agreste hate club. félix + alya = gabriel agreste hate club. félix + chloé = gabriel agreste hate club. guys do you see where im going with this. guys.

#miraculous ladybug #felix fathom #felix graham de vanily #adrien agreste #alya cesaire #marinette dupain cheng #gabriel agreste #nino lahiffe #no but for real they all have one thing in common and if maybe they saw past #Félix's adrien thing like that was just for like. other stuff u can forgive him #like if they all forgave him then we could have so MANY #WHOLESOME FRIENDSHIPS #félix isnt that bad!!! luckily alya might stop hating him now that #marinette probably told her abt his........backstory #so they could start being friends #the 'fuck around find out' duo if u get what im saying.

[spacebarbarianweird]

OK OK you just gotta hear me on this one,, Astarion and gn reader where reader is little spoon and Astarion can *sense* just how relaxed reader gets. Instead of their pulse racing from his touches they slow down. Muscles relaxed. Happy little sighs.

^^ he can’t handle this btw he’s absolutely fucking bewildered

A Person to Hold

Synopsis: Fluffy post-game epilogue

Tags: fluff

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He looks at you, unable to stop smiling.

"They deserve happiness. We all do. And I will forever be grateful to have found it with you," Astarion says.

You make a step forward with open arms. Astarion hugs you, closing his eyes like a content cat. 

A mere half year ago these hugs scared him. It was weird. It was scary. What did you want? Did you want to hurt him? Did you want his body?

No.

None of that.

You taught him not to be afraid. You hug him daily and if he occasionally flinches you don’t let him go. You hold him in your arms when he has nightmares and kiss away his tears when it's just too much.

"I feel bad keeping you all to myself! After all, I get to see you every night."

"Are you sure? You won't be bored?"

You kiss his cheek and leave. In a few seconds, you look back, trying to see if he hasn’t changed his mind. 

"Darling, I can spend some time with myself. Go on, go and mingle. And I will be there, when you’re ready. I will always be here, my love."

He hasn’t. Astarion sits down beside a campfire sensing its warmth.

He doesn't feel like talking. He didn't manage to make friends with the others and now can sense hostility from them. He is a vampire. His strength isn’t suppressed by the tadpole and apparently once the vampire's master is dead, spawns become lesser vampires. Astarion doesn't feel the difference, to be honest, but he knows people feel something is off with him.

Well, it doesn't matter. What matters is that he feels good. He has never thought his head might be so clear. He can make a working ambush plan in a blink of an eye and it won't lead to a disaster because he actually can think everything through. He can walk on ceilings and walls again, he regenerates before you manage to notice he is wounded. 

He has the world to explore, places to see, things to do. He is going to make up for all these decades of misery, to bury them under the pile of happy memories.

And he has you.

Probably the weirdest thing that could happen to him.

You, who forgave his lies and manipulations, who gave him the second chance when it was the stupidest thing to do. Who made him believe the world isn’t an evil place. 

You are the first person he sees when returns from his reverie. Your breathing soothes him, so does your heartbeat.

Astarion never had anything. Everything he had a right to was stripped away from him including his own life.

But now he has you.

To hold, to kiss, to talk. 

To travel together, to hunt monsters, to be independent adventurers. You are there to save him from nightmares. And he is there to save you from death.

How could he become so happy?

“I am going to sleep, are you with me or do you want to hunt?” he feels a soft “pat” on his shoulder.

How come he has you?

You are a bit drunk and very sleepy.

“Let’s go to the tent.”

“Good, I got used to sleeping with you by my side.”

Astarion looks around as if ashamed of what he is going to do and, having made sure no one sees you, takes you in his hands bridal-style.

You are weightless to him thanks to the vampiric strength. He could walk many miles carrying you and not getting tired.

In the tent, you get to your bedroll and immediately cover yourself with a thick blanket. Then, you open it a little, inviting Astarion to join.

He takes his clothes off and crawls to your side. The night is warm, so are you. But since you have to share your body heat with him, you sleep under the thickest fur blanket. 

You are his and he is yours. If a year ago someone told him that would be his future he would bitterly laugh.

Astarion presses your back to his chest, placing the chin on your shoulder.

Your muscles relax, the pulse slows down. You are falling asleep in his arms.

"My love, thank you" he whispers in you ear, tugging you closer

“Hm?”

“Thank you for finding me."

You squeeze his hand. “You were worth it.”

He doesn’t want to meditate. He wants to hold you like that until you wake up. Astarion concentrates on your breathing and heartbeat. You are already sound asleep.

“Sleep well, darling,” he kisses your cheek. “We still have plenty of things to do together.” 

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[shanieveh]

— "what letters?"

; genshin men writing letters for a year only to have no reply

WRIOTHESLEY who fails to hinder his bitter stance upon seeing you after all these years, your face filled with bruises and tarnishes, once so spotless and clean. He wrote to you everyday, he loved you. Where were you when he needed you? But all those negative emotions can't stop his embrace, your scent still smelled like home.

Then forced in this prison by injustice, he finally became content. He didn't care about your guilty begging about not seeing his letters, he was just glad that this hell became heaven because of your embrace.

NEUVILLETTE whos drawers are filled with drafts of unsent letters, with no sender nor a promised reply. Some call him a mad man for writing these, but many turn a sympathetic view on him. After all, we all have our ways of grieving don't we? Even after all this time, why was he still expecting your reply?

He sometimes imagined the you knew of these confessions, of these intimate moments that was all in his mind. He would've forgave you in a heartbeat for not writing back. But now he stays right where you left him.

ALHAITHAM looks at your sobbing face right next to the crumpled papers. You thought he didn't care... that he moved on... that he never loved you—he did. He was in love with you. Each letter showing the longing you thought was one sided. He loved you like it was the most freeing thing he had.

And now it's over, as you look at him in the altar, knowing full well you already had your chance. He said it was too late... but you knew it was because he was never yours to begin with.

SCARAMOUCHE who was fuming at your false accusations only to realize that in all those months he wrote as if it was the only thing he had. None of those ever went back to you. How could fate be so cruel? As his cold eyes gave you a warm embrace. He was just glad... his soul found its other half.

After all the pain and suffering, the torture and madness. You both can finally be at peace, and no longer was hatred in his heart.

LYNEY's heart broke at your clueless expression. You didn't know... anything? The time. The passion. The pain. You were left to think that he never cared. He did. You were left to hate him, to find another, fate really let the greatest love of his life go away. As you begin to read it all, the past that you left behind. The path you didn't take.

It hurt. To see someone who waited, to see someone you love. To imagine the life you could've had. With the person you knew would treat you right.

KAVEH was a forgotten memory in your head, you grew old, you found someone new and now you are enjoying your life free from the burdens of youth. But as you look at the hidden treasure box at your old shared apartment, you saw the trinkets of your past and read the letters of his love. ...

...

His words felt like it described that of an alluring painting. You didn't even remember his face, the sound of his voice, but the feeling he gave you felt all the same. If only you could save him, if only he didn't let you go.

#wriothesley x you #wriothesley x reader #wriothesley x y/n #neuvillette x reader #neuvillette x you #neuvillette x y/n #scaramouche x you #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x y/n #lyney x y/n #lyney x you #lyney x reader #kaveh x you #kaveh x y/n #kaveh x reader #alhaitham x you #alhaitham x reader #alhaitham x y/n #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin imagines

[sassydefendorflower]

It's actually so important to me that the first time we see Ed actually cry in Fullmetal Alchemist (Brotherhood and Manga) - apart from the automail surgery - is when Hohenheim offers him his life to bring back Alphonse.

Throughout the entire story Ed doesn't cry because of his misguided love-filled promise to Al. No matter how horrible their odds, no matter how traumatizing their journey, Ed refuses to cry. He comes close. So, so close. When Izumi tells them it's okay to be sad, offering comfort after a long time without. After Nina dies and Ed and Al let the rain wash away their sorrow. When Hughes dies and guilt becomes an even heavier cloak weighing their shoulders down. When death comes knocking on Ed's door and he decidedly sends it packing.

Ed laughs and rages and smiles and screams.

But he doesn't cry.

Just because Al can't.

Ed was eleven when he made that promise. He was a child suffering through something truly horrific when he promised himself and the world that he wouldn't cry as long as his brother wasn't allowed to do the same.

Which is painful to watch - especially since it tells us that Ed knows how much crying is a part of life. He gave something up, not out of some misguided idea of masculinity, but because he knew it would be a sacrifice to keep himself from crying. A punishment since his brother could no longer offer his tears in the face of sorrow.

But by the end of the story Ed has cried. And it's not tears of joy, like the ones he promised Winry. No, Ed is angry when he cries - and Alphonse is no longer there.

In a way Ed kept his promise to Al - he only cried when the person he made this promise to (be it silent and secretive) was gone.

As far as they knew Al was dead.

But that truth alone didn't bring tears to Ed's eyes, though it certainly shattered his heart and made him quiver in desperation. No, in the end it was Hohenheim who finally allowed Ed to spill tears kept locked away for four long years.

And I love it.

I love that Hohenheim trying to do something truly loving, something completely selfish, something absolutely sacrificial was the thing that pushed Ed over the edge.

Because Ed never forgave his father for leaving, but by the end of the story he understands why he left.

Because Ed is so unbelievably angry with this man who abandoned him, and he still cares for him - partially because he knows Alphonse does.

Because Ed was never forced to forgive Hohenheim, but we still know that Hohenheim loves his children and his wife and would do everything for them.

Even, no, especially if it means dying.

And Ed can't take it.

So many others have died by this point, they are all painted in blood and pain, and Ed has lost his only constant - and now his father wants to make an ultimate sacrifice?

No.

So, Ed gets angry. And he cries. And he saves Al on his own - with the help of all of his friends, and Hohenheim.

Because no matter Ed's feelings on the man who gave him life, he doesn't want to see anyone else die. He doesn't want anyone else's blood on his hands.

And he wants Hohenheim to get a chance to be a rotten father - because at the end of the day Hohenheim is someone worth crying over even, no, especially by the boy who promised he wouldn't cry.

(there is something to be said about Hohenheim crying on their family portrait, only to be mirrored by Ed grinning while holding his own child - there is something to be said about Hohenheim willingly offering his life, only to be stopped by the tears running down his son's angry face - there is something to be said about Ed's anger and Hohenheim's soft grief and their shared past)

#fmab #fma #edward elric #alphonse elric #van hohenheim #fullmetal alchemist meta #fullmetal alchemist #fma meta #fullmetal alchemist brotherhood #fma brotherhood #i love them your honor #like... i dont think hohenheim would ever win dad of the year #but like... this is SUCH A TORTURED SOUL #and i think him trying to die #by saving Al #was his way to apologize for all that #for leaving and not coming back #for being awkward and not knowing what to say #if he could die for Al it would all be worth it #only Ed wouldnt let him #because he knew it wouldnt be equivalent #and because he couldnt watch someone else die #not even a rotten father #(especially not a rotten father Ed somewhat cared for) #they never made up #the show never asked Ed to forgive Hohenheim #but I do think Ed understood him by the end #they are very similar after all #and Hohenheim truly loved their mother #and he truly truly loved his sons

[chuunai]

Henlo I have something to add to the 100 followers event if that’s cool

Dazai with scenario 2 and prompt 16. Idk how these things traditionally go but…. Your stuff seems good so far and I’m excited to see what you do with this

Thank you thank you, Anon. Also sorry for how long this took everyone I swear I’m combing through the requests 3_3

✧˚ · . dad first, detective second - dazai osamu

who would’ve imagined the demon prodigy having a hellion of his own?

summary ⋆ ★ comfort, fluff, established relationship (marriage with reader), SFW → baby baby baby, Dazai really likes your boobs, etc.

It’s a perfect night, really.

Your warm body resting against his, limbs lazily tossed over each other as you snuggled and acted like lovesick fools. Moonlight poured in from the cracks of the curtains, casting small slivers on your face. Dazai couldn’t help but think of an angel when it came to you. A heavenly being that granted him a new life and forgave him for his past.

Nudging at your cheek with his nose, his voice came out in a sleepy tone.

“You should sleep, [name].”

His hand reached up to cup your face, playfully using his thumbs to gently close your eyelids like one would do with a body. He’d seen many people in the Mafia do that—try and make the deaths they caused seem more peaceful rather than a brutal end. Dazai himself never did that. No need in beautifying a simple concept of its finality and simplicity.

“Can’t. I know she’s about to wake up. It’s nearly eleven, and we put her to sleep at seven. I can tell.”

You shook your head stubbornly, looking at the baby monitor nearby where static noise and the occasional mix of a tiny snore and coo came from.

His little hellion.

Really, he had no clue how he got so lucky. First with the fact that he impregnated you and you carried his baby. Second with the fact that he had his own family now. And third with the fact she looked so much like him. Thick brown curls of hair on her head, big curious eyes that looked at him so adoringly. The tiny freckles and birthmarks scattered across her skin. She had some of your features, yes, but they were more subtle than his features.

Coupled with the fact that she was a bundle of energy and sass like him.

“I insist, pretty. Shinju needs her daddy too.”

He knew how much she made you tired with her habit for refusing to nap for more than an hour or two coupled with breastfeeding and the general responsibility and time that being a mom took. Dazai wanted to spend time with his daughter too and relieve your stress. You’d get sleep, he’d get to see Shinju. Win-win, in all accounts.

Hell, he even gave you puppy eyes in the darkness of your room.

“I…fine. But don’t wake me up if you screw up.”

Dramatically, he sighed and frowned, placing a hand on his heart.

“Does my ‘bella really think I’m an incompetent father? How heartbreaking and cruel of her!”

Much to his relief, you playfully groaned, pinching his sides lightly.

“I didn’t say that, dummy. God, I swear Shinju is more mature than you.”

Jesus, you were so insulting tonight. How was the baby that tried to put anything she could in her mouth more mature than him? Sure, he was a bit funny and childish, but he wasn’t a baby. Well, if he had his face buried in your boobs he’d be a baby. Still, it’s not his fault that they’re just so big and warm and squishy and seem to beg for his attention.

Which is what he soon did, resting his head on your chest while cupping them softly. You were wearing one of his shirts and a nursing bra underneath. He wished you weren’t wearing anything at all, but it wasn’t fair to ask for that when you recently gave birth just a mere two months ago. His libido lowered itself only for you. And when you did have sex—quickies when Shinju would nap—, he was so much nicer and loving than usual. The mother of his child didn’t deserve rough mean sex, no, she deserved gentle treatment under the sheets of their futon.

You deserved everything that he could possibly give you.

So when the small baby demon eventually began to wake up and whimper, he pressed a kiss onto your cheek and slowly got up, whistling a small tune under his breath before waking to the makeshift nursery nearby.

Opening the door slowly, he made his way to the crib and picked up his sniffling newborn, shushing her comfortingly.

“Shhh, it’s okay. Daddy’s here. We don’t want to wake up mama, okay?”

Her tiny hands balled up into fists, weakly moving around and occasionally hitting his chest. Sitting down on the rocking chair nearby, he fumbled around for one of her stuffed animals, grabbing the familiar bunny as he placed it in her arms.

“Look there, Shinju. It’s your bunny!”

From an authoritative Mafia executive to a tired loving father. Lord, Chuuya would be laughing his ass off. Or have that stupid face of confusion while he’d berate Dazai with questions about what unlucky woman had to bear his spawn. But what could that short alcoholic of a ginger say? No woman wanted to birth his babies.

He was quickly snapped out of his thoughts when Shinju’s tiny fingers began to grab at his chest, thinking he could feed her too. He could, just not straight from the source unlike you. Standing up, he went over to the mini-fridge nearby which contained bottles of your milk. It wasn’t too chilly, and so he carried it and the cooing baby to the kitchen where he warmed it up in the microwave.

After it warmed up, he carefully began to feed her, leaning back against the counter as he did so.

It still felt so odd to him. Caring and loving someone he helped to create. His self from ten years ago would never believe it—that they’d find love and even have a baby after escaping the Mafia. He had you to thank for that. The one who picked up the discarded pieces of his soul and welded it into the man he is today—a father first, and a detective second.

Kinda rushed the end but I couldn’t think of anything more :(

Tags: @twst-om-lover, @sinfulthoughtsposts, @xxcandlelightxx

#bungou stray dogs #bungou gay dogs #aspiring writer #bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #chuunai #fanfic #dazai x reader #dazaibsd #bsd dazai #bungou stray dogs dazai #dazai osamu #bsd fluff #fluff #bsd tag #bsd

[tvxqmylove]

Let's raise our glasses to Izzy and OFMD creators

I just have to get it off my chest, I understand Izzy's death came as a shock and very upsetting event for many, and a lot of people are going on and on about how he deserved a better fate and how he was not just some tool to serve someone else's story. Please try to calm down and see the bigger picture. 

It is now clear that he was always meant to die. It was foreshadowed in the first minute of the second season, a ridiculous, villain's death. Being the symbolic obstacle to Stede and Ed's happiness. 

Of course that was the wrong way for him to go. When he confessed to his crush Blackbeard he got shot by him, almost died, begged to be killed, and then he even tried to kill himself. Still didn't work. It wasn’t his time yet and that was the wrong way for him to go. When he learned that he was loved and cared for after all, just not in the way he expected, he changed. He became positive, he became forgiving. Then he stopped being miserable he started genuinely wishing for the happiness of others as well, instead of being bitter about it. His death might not have a point but his life did. He had the crew's and Ed's and even Stede's back, and they knew it. As David Jenkins stated, he played the role of a wise mentor that was passing along his life experiences to others. Then it was his time. Also, as foreshadowed, he symbolically took away Blackbeard, and opened a way for Stede and Ed as well.

A happy ending is not only walking off to sunset with a lover, taking up a new job or walking into a house of your family and petting your dog before you close the door. A good death, and a life well-lived is a happy ending. Leaving behind people that loved you is a happy ending. This was a happy ending for him. 

He lived the way he wanted, as a pirate, an infamous one that has received respect and recognition. Then he resolved the parts of his life that became problematic and toxic, he repaired the relationships

that was broken, he forgave the people he needed to forgive. After going through hell, he was basically a bubble of positivity, going around giving solid advices, encouraging people and partying. He was done. He gave the best damn speech of his life at a bar like giving his own eulogy and it was awesome. He died at the arms of the person he loved the most. 

Yes he could have had more, everyone that ever died could have had more. But he died gracefully and complete, surrounded by people he loved and cared about, knowing that they will be fine. That was his story. I am sad that he died, but he died beautifully, best you can hope for in a pirate life. And he will live on, in the hearts of the people he touched by his existence. 

Finally, never harass the creators. It is their hard work that gave us Izzy in the first place. Trust their creative process, and afterwards take it or leave it, do not harass them and try to put them in a box of your personal demands. If so, what kind of 3rd season can we even expect?

#ofmd #ofms s2 #ofmd season 2 spoilers #izzy hands #israel hands #our flag means death #blackbeard #david jenkins #edward teach #gentlebeard #blackbonnet #ofmd izzy #ofmd season 2 #ofmd spoilers #renew as a crew #con o'neill #rhys darby #taika waititi #stede bonnet

[bro-atz]

miscommunication [trope — yeosang]

inspired by: friends — sitcom

word count: 2.1k

content: angst, smut, miscommunication, bedroom sex, (unintentional) infidelity, unprotected sex (pls remember to wrap up irl!), completely consensual (sex)!

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You were waiting for Yeosang at the restaurant. You both agreed on the time and the place earlier in the week, and yet, he was still late. He was always late. The only time you ever saw him on time was the very first date you went on with him, and he was early for that because he was nervous. Now? Now he was late.

If it was only by ten or fifteen minutes, you would’ve been okay with it. However, it was never just ten or fifteen minutes. It was hours. Once, he kept you waiting at home with a home-cooked meal you put your back into for three hours. The worst part was that he always had an excuse, and his excuses were legitimate. Honestly, you wondered why you were still torturing yourself with the guy, but then the second you saw his face, the second he showed you the love that you oh so desired, you forgave him. Just like that.

This time, however, you were not going to do that. You were going to let him have it, and you were going to end it.

“Yeosang… You did it again," you uttered the second Yeosang arrived wheezing and panting.

“I’m sorry, baby. I really am,” Yeosang apologized earnestly. “I just forgot that we switched the location, and then time got away from me—”

“How many times will you use that excuse?! This is the third time this month! And I even texted you this morning to confirm, and you replied saying that you got it, so what the fuck?!”

You slammed your hand down on the table and got up. Yeosang grabbed your arm, but you snatched it away immediately and stormed out of the restaurant. He followed behind you shortly, and he walked behind you as you continued to walk away. Unfortunately for you, the light turned red, and you were stuck at the intersection, allowing him to catch up and pull you into a tight hug.

“Yeosang, let go of me,” you said as you fought to get out of his ridiculously strong arms.

“No, I’m not going to,” Yeosang responded, his embrace tightening. “Baby, I’m seriously sorry. You know I’m just really bad with these things—”

“You say that all the time, and nothing’s ever changed!”

“Let me make it up to you.”

“How are you going to do that this time?”

“Move in with me.”

Your eyes widened. You leaned away from him and looked into his eyes, yours darting back and forth as you tried to make sense of the situation. He seemed to be very serious about his proposition, and the thought of moving in with a boyfriend, not going to lie, scared the complete shit out of you.

“Or, if that’s too daunting,” Yeosang quickly added. “I want you to have a key to my place, and you can stay whenever, sleepover whenever— I just want you to know how serious I am about you. Please, baby.”

“Yeosang, one of these days, you either need to get it together, or this isn’t going to last,” you warned him.

“I know. I will. I’m sorry. Please.”

You knew that it wasn’t going to be so simple, that Kang Yeosang was incapable of changing so easily, but you loved him. You were going to make it work, right?

“Alright.”

The two of you went back to his place so he could give you the set of spare keys, but that never happened. Instead, the second you got there, Yeosang pinned you against the front door and kissed you passionately. Both of his hands cupped your cheeks, his palms resting on your cheeks while his fingers supported your neck. He was kissing you earnestly, as if he was trying to prove his love.

His hands worked on getting your clothes off as the two of you remained in the foyer, his impatience getting the better of him. He traced his hands over your bare shoulders and down your arms, the feeling of his hands alone enough to cover your entire body in goosebumps, the sound of your mingled gasps and breaths adding to the effect.

You were completely stripped down to nothing when Yeosang turned you around and pressed you against the door, his hand tracing the curve of your waist before grabbing your ass cheek tightly and pulling up on it, the intensity turning you on quickly. He continued to grope your ass and used his other hand to play with your breast while his mouth planted on your neck and left little pink marks scattered along the side of your neck and on your shoulder.

When he turned your face, he kissed you passionately again, completely distracting you as he, too, stripped down. He slipped his hand down to your neck, and his other hand began stroking your cunt, the tips of his fingers teasing you by scratching in lightly. You shared soft, breathless moans that melted into your endless kisses, the sound enough to turn you on so much that the second Yeosang’s finger brushed past your clit, you felt your insides clench, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you came.

Without giving you so much as a moment to prepare, Yeosang slid his cock into you, making you moan so loudly that it echoed in the foyer hall, overpowering the loud smack of his waist against your ass.

“Yeo—” you calling his name got cut short when he rutted into you suddenly, his thrusts short and sporadic. “Yeosang… N-Not here…”

You were honestly waiting for a verbal confirmation from the man. Instead, he quietly pulled out and turned you so that your back was pressing against the door. He stuffed you full with his cock again, a muffled cry leaving your pressed lips. You were honestly so worried that he was going to fuck you into the door, letting his neighbors hear every single thing the two of you were doing, but instead, he cupped the underside of your thighs and lifted you.

Your legs were wrapped tightly around his waist as he walked you into his bedroom, his cock still deep inside you. He brought his head up and connected your lips with his again, his tongue teasing yours. When he got to his room, you thought he was going to drop you on the bed. Instead, he remained carrying you, his ridiculously strong arms lifting you and dropping you quickly on his cock, the sheer speed and impact making stars appear in your eyes.

“Ah— Yeosang! P-Please don’t drop me,” you begged as you clung to him tightly, your nails digging into his back muscles as you pressed your head into the his collarbone.

��Don’t worry, baby. I’ve got you,” Yeosang uttered, his lips by your ear.

You continued to moan as Yeosang moved you even more forcefully, the slapping of his waist to your ass reverberating in the room. You felt like you were starting to slip, making you hug the man tighter. Not only did your arms get tighter, but so did your walls, his dick feeling the intensity of your clench. Yeosang’s breathing hitched, and he let out a low groan as he came. He held you in place and let his cock twitch inside you, his cum just filling up to the point where it was leaking out of your cunt and onto the area rug in his room.

After he had cum completely and started going soft in you, Yeosang moved you to the bed. He pinned you down and gazed at your face with love and affection as you blinked the tears away from your eyes. He tucked a stray piece of your hair behind your ear and kissed your temple softly, his eyelashes fluttering against your skin and tickling you.

“I promise, baby,” he whispered, his low voice making your knees tremble. “I’m going to make it up to you all night tonight.

“I cannot fucking believe this, Kang Yeosang!”

You were screaming at the top of your lungs as you stormed around your apartment, your boyfriend’s eyes following your every movement.

“Y/N, I said I was sorry—”

“You keep fucking saying you’re sorry, and I keep fucking falling for it! Just stop apologizing, and just say that you don’t love me anymore, Yeosang!”

“You know that’s not it—”

“No, but it is because you do this to me every single time without fail!” You slammed your hands down on the kitchen countertop and kept your head down, tears threatening to slip out of your eyes. You sniffled and wiped your tears before yelling with a wavering voice, “How can you fucking forget Valentine’s Day of all days?!”

“It just… It just slipped my mind.”

“Right. Because the day that is literally the national sex day is something that can slip out of your goddamn head.”

“Well, yeah!”

“Yeosang, there are hearts and flowers and reds and pinks in every single fucking store, every single street and alley, and I even asked you about it yesterday!”

“Y/N, I’m sorry, okay! But what should I do about it now? Also,” Yeosang shoved his arm forward, revealing the big bouquet of flowers he got you for the holiday. “I did get you flowers! All I did was forget to book a table at the restaurant, and I definitely did not forget that it’s Valentine’s Day— I’m saying that the reservation slipped my mind!”

“I asked you about it yesterday. You didn’t think to tell me yester-fucking-day?!”

“I am sorry! What more do you want from me! I can’t undo the entire day and restart! We’ll just do it properly next year!”

“Next year?” your heart sank, and your tone dropped. “You seriously… You seriously think there will be a next year, Yeosang?”

Yeosang’s mouth was open, but not a sound came out. He wanted to say something. He really wanted to say yes, that there would be a next year, but based off the way you said it, he wasn’t sure.

“I think… We need a break.”

“A… Break?”

“Let’s take a break,” you said. Let’s take a break— as if you were Ross and Rachel. “Let’s take a break.”

How long are breaks supposed to last, anyway? It had been weeks since you spoke to him. You wondered if he expected you to reach to him, but there was no way you were going to because it was his fault. He should apologize to you and come crawling back to you, right?

So then why the fuck was he sitting in a café across from another girl who was clearly laughing and flirting with him? What was supposed to be a detoxing shopping trip quickly turned into high anxiety and stress the second you saw him sitting there, the biggest smile on his face as he let that girl touch him so familiarly, and it took everything in you to keep from storming in and grabbing that bitch by her hair.

Well, you stormed in, but you didn’t grab her by her hair. Instead, you stood right before him, your eyebrows knitted together as you stared at the situation in complete confusion.

“Y/N?” Yeosang sounded surprised to see you— not shocked or worried; simply surprised.

“What the fuck is this?”

“What do you mean?”

“This!” you pointed at the girl. “Who the fuck is this?!”

“A girl I’ve been seeing—”

“What do you mean a girl you’ve been seeing?! Why have you been seeing someone?! What the fuck is wrong with you?!”

Patrons of the café were definitely staring, and while you would’ve been embarrassed normally, you were too fucking pissed to give a shit about who saw your dirty laundry.

“What do you mean?” Yeosang stood up, the two of you locking eyes. Without so much as even a stutter, Yeosang continued, “Because we broke up, remember?!”

“What the fuck?! I said let’s take a break, Yeosang! I just needed time for myself!” You were damn near tears and were barely able to choke out, “I never wanted to break up with you!”

That was the thing. You never wanted to break up with him; but, seeing him in the café with another girl just a mere couple of weeks after declaring you needed a break, seeing him move on so fast without even bothering to check on you, without even thinking he should clarify what the status of your relationship with him was, was enough to show you how he really cared. You weren’t going to fight for him, you weren’t going to beg for him to come back, and you certainly were not going to just let him be without a final confirmation. You grabbed one of the drinks from his table and poured it on his head, the man gasping and hunching his shoulders in shock as the coffee trickled down his face and absorbed into his clothes.

“Consider yourself dumped, Kang Yeosang,” you bit out. “We’re definitely broken up now.”

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Absolutely adore your work! Would you be able to write an angsty Cassian/reader fic with a happy ending? Thank youuu

Do You Still Love Me?

Cassian x reader

A/n: thank you anon. Umm I didn’t mean to write something this angsty but here we are. I promise I have fluff fics coming after this, apologies.

Warnings: ANGST LOTS OF ANGST (I might’ve taken this too far), violence and gore-ish, fluff at the end I swear

Cassian had been there for you since you were a teenager, and you were there for him. You had always been each other’s confidant, best friend, the shoulder you cry on, and the hand you hold.

You met through Rhys’s sister, you we’re her best friend. The day she died a piece of you went with her. Rhys was there for you during that dark time and you became the siblings you both lost. Your brother had died in the first war fighting in Rhys’s legion against Amarantha.

Rhys never forgave himself for your brothers death. No matter how many times you told him none of it was his fault. When Rhys went Under the Mountain you completely shut down. You became a recluse, barley leaving your room. You felt like you were going through the motions of losing a sibling and friend all over again.

It was Cassian who visited you and stayed with you well into the night during those dark first days. He got you into a routine. Early wake up, train, eat, work, eat, social time, getting outside. He made life feel normal for those long fifty years.

Just before Rhys came back you two had been out late at Rita’s one night. There had been a connection, something that felt like there was more than friendship the last few months between you two. You had felt that for much longer. In the last two centuries you’d found this immortal life was too short to not take risks.

You had slid your hand into Cassian’s large rough one while you walked back to the Town House. He squeezed your hand lovingly, a big smile shining on his face as he looked down at you. A blush had crept up your neck to your cheeks.

He walked you to your room that night, still holding your delicate hand in his. You stopped outside your door just staring at each other. The tension became too much and Cassian just leaned in and kissed you. It was the best kiss you’d ever experienced. It was soft, passionate, perfect. His lips were exactly as you dreamed they’d be since you were younger.

That night Cassian stayed with you, just holding you in his arms. You had a whirlwind romance after that. It was like all your worries melted away as you basked in Cassian’s attention. But three weeks later, Rhys came home. The reunion was beyond any emotion you had ever felt. Your brother was finally home.

When things became complicated and war was on the horizon you two took a break. You didn’t want to rush a relationship when there was a low chance of survival. That wouldn’t be fair to either of you. So you went back to your lonely nights and regular routine.

You had fallen deeply in love with Cassian before and even more so during those three weeks. Leaving your romance behind left a hole in your heart that you didn’t think any other male would be able to fill. But there wouldn’t be anyone else. There would only be Cassian for you.

The two of you hadn’t discussed how deep your feelings went. You just wanted to enjoy each other and see where the days took you. You regret not having that conversation with him now.

Months later, Hybern and his army finally arrived. The final battle was bloody and brutal. But it was over and you could finally breathe.

Cassian was leading the round-up of soldiers who surrendered on the battlefield. You were a few steps away from him when you noticed a soldier laying face down and shaking. The coward was playing dead. You pulled him to his knees by the back of his armor, forcing him to face you. Cassian watched with a smirk on his lips, knowing the fear you were about to instill in the male.

As you yelled his smirk quickly faded at the glint of the males short sword in his hand. Cassian tried to call your attention to it, it it was too late. The male struck you right in the stomach, shoving the blade in to the hilt. You clutched at your stomach as you fell to your knees. You struggled to breathe as the sound was sucked from the world leaving only a ringing in your ears.

You were in full panic mode. Your eyes wildly searching for Cassian. You had to tell him. You couldn’t leave this world with things unsaid.

As the male struck you Cassian let out a primal scream of rage. He charged at the male, lifting his sword he brought it down on the males neck. Separating his head from his body in one swift motion.

He threw his sword down, sliding to you on his knees. Cassian cradles you to his chest. “No. No, no, no, no. Y/n stay with me ok. You’re going to be ok baby.” He gently pulls your lolling head to face him, “hey, hey! Look at me. Focus on me.”

Cassian lifted you in his arms, flying you as fast as he can back to camp to get you to a healer. You we’re losing blood fast and he wasn’t going to give up on you. Landing, he stumbles a little and stars screaming for help. He pushes past Rhys who’s trying to calm him down trying to figure out what’s wrong with you.

Two healers guide Cassian to a bed for you. He watched as they ran around gathering supplies. His attention finally snapped back to you when you touched a cold hand to his cheek. You were trying to speak but only small gasps would pass your lips. Cassian noticed your breathing was shallow, your chest rising and falling slower than it should have been.

Cassian held your hand, bringing your knuckles to his lips. “They’re going to fix you, you’re going to be ok baby.” He smiled at you through his tears. Finally finding your voice you whisper out, “Cass?” He leaned in closer. “Yes baby?”

You let out another shaky gasp. You needed to get this out. You were holding on but you didn’t have much hope. “Do you still love me?” What looked like pity and shock flash across his face which you read as no. At least you knew the answer now. You were just a distraction for him and nothing more.

Your heart broke and you felt your hope slip a little more. Cassian was pulled away by Rhys. He fought his brother as your eyes closed and you felt the hands of the healers on you instantly.

A day after the healers fixed you, you were moved to your room on the House of Wind. He stayed with you the whole time. Slept on the floor at night and sat in an armchair next to your bed during the day. He talked to you, read to you, and hummed your favorite childhood lullabies.

By some miracle you had survived. The sword missed your vital organs and had stopped mere inches before your spine. Cassian saw it as the Cauldron handing out miracles that day. After all Amren came back to them.

Anything to make sure you heard him and stayed connected to this life. He felt your doubt after you asked him if he still loved you. His face wasn’t one of pity, it was a reaction to the mating bond snapping in his chest. He was shocked by the abysmal timing the Mother had for him.

He saw the look on your face as your eyes closed. You lost hope of him returning your feelings, he didn’t need the mating bond to know that.

But that wasn’t the true. Cassian fell in love with you the moment he met you. He thought you only wanted friendship from him and nothing more. It killed him to take a break after the best three weeks of his life with you. He had started planning your future together by day two.

It had been almost a week since the war ended. Cassian, and the rest of your friends, we’re starting to get worried that you weren’t awake yet.

As Cassian was thinking about finally bathing for the first time in three days, you began to stir. Your eyes fly open and you blink rapidly, trying to take in your surroundings.

Your heart was beating so fast Cassian could hear it clearly.

Your eyes land on his tired form. “Cass?” You croak out. He sits on the edge of your bed leaning in close, but not enough to overwhelm you. “Yes baby?” Silver lined his eyes. You were awake and breathing and speaking. That’s all he could ask for.

He smoothes out your hair and lean into his hand with all the strength you can muster. Cassian rests his forehead against yours. “I do, by the way.” Your brows scrunch in confusion. “You do what?”

“Love you. You asked me if I love you before they healed you. I’ve always loved you. From the moment I met you I knew I needed to be with you. I need you to know how much it pained me to put us on hold.”

You felt like you couldn’t breathe all over again but in the best way. Gods the time you two wasted. You weakly smiled at him, holding his hands with yours. Cassian noticed the warmth that’s finally come back to them.

“I heard you.” He let out a soft cry. “I held on because of you. You’re my hope Cassian.” You lightly push him back so you can sit up. He gently helps you, acting as an anchor for you. Cassian leans you against the pillows he propped up for you.

You gently rub your hand over the scar hidden by the oversized shirt you’re wearing. Pausing for a moment you notice there are two large holes in the back. It dawns on you that this is Cassian’s shirt and that’s when it snaps.

You feel the golden thread of the mating bond wrap itself around a rib and connecting to your heart. And then you feel his heart beating as you become one. As you winced at the pain Cassian tensed them relaxed as you tugged on the bond.

Looking up at him you ask, “When?” “The day you got hurt.” You let out a sigh and wrap your arms around his neck tightly. Your mind races with thoughts of your future. Your future with Cassian.

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Broken hearts - Chapter 1

Summary: Ran Haitani did the worst shit of his life by cheating on his wife Y/n, but she forgave him and everything was fine now... right?

Pairing: Ran Haitani X Wife!Reader | Kakucho Hitto X Reader

Word count: 1.479 | Masterlist

A/n: Hope you like this! Comment what you think, and HAPPY NEW YEAR!

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Ran doesn't really know what he's feeling in this situation, he's sure he just saw Kakuchu giving his wife a kiss, but... would he do something like that? What is he thinking, of course he would do.

Ran is a shit, he knows that, but he was sure of it when his wife found out about his cheating.

Y/n was the light of his life, his ray of sunshine, I know a reason to smile and live, and this was the worst mistake he ever made in his entire life, he is aware of that.

This was probably one of the happiest days of his life but... What was this feeling he was feeling now?

They talked, she cried and hit him, but after a long time of trying and trying, Ran got her second chance.

Ran was almost sure he saw Kakucho speak close to his wife's ear, he was almost sure he saw her blush, was that right?

Yes, he was a little drunk and they were in a crowded club, but he didn't think his eyes would deceive him that much.

"Ran, are you deaf or something?" He wakes up with Sanzu screaming in his ears.

"What?" Ran says looking back at his letters.

"It's your turn Ran." Rindou says staring at his older brother.

"Yeah, I actually don't know if I want to continue this match."

"Haitani already given up?" He hears a voice behind him and feels his stomach drop or realize it was Kakucho's voice.

"And where were you Heartthrob?" Sanzu asks taking his pills out of his pocket.

Kakucho smiles passionately, as if she's remembering where she was just a few seconds ago.

"Bastard"

"And you're still seeing that girl Ran?" Kokonoi asks with a mischievous smile on her face.

"Who? My wife?"

"You know better, one of the girls from Sanzu's clubs." Ran looks at him in surprise.

"You know better, stop saying that shit before she hears it and thinks I'm seeing someone else." Ran says seriously.

"Oh please Ran, we all know you can't keep your dick in your pants." Sanzu says laughing.

"Shut the fuck up, she's already suffered enough for this shit." Ran speaks and hears Kakucho laugh softly next to her.

"I think Y/n is a much stronger woman than you imagine Haitani." Kakucho speaks and sits across from Ran.

"Do you suddenly know my wife well?" Ran asks feeling her blood boil.

"Maybe you don't know her very much."

"What the fuck does that mean?" Ran asks, already getting up.

"Calm down hothead, I'm sure Kakucho is just trying to say that it was so stupid of you to exchange the cure for the disease." Kokonoi making everyone at the table laugh.

"Because you guys don't mind your own fucking business." Ran says throwing the cards and leaving there.

Rindou chases after his brother, dodging people he has no idea who they are.

After spending a few minutes looking for Ran, he finds his brother near the toilets with his head resting on the wall and his eyes closed.

"Hey, what happened? What's got you so riled up?"

Ran opens his eyes when he hears his brother's voice and rubs his hands over his face.

"I think... I think Y/n and Kakucho are having an affair."

"Are you saying that because of what he said at the table?"

"I think I saw the two of them kissing." Ran says this, feeling his voice tremble a little.

Rindou's eyes widen when he hears this, he's surprised but at the same time he's not, it's been many months since Ran was "mistreating" his wife.

"Well are you... sad about it?" Rindou asks, trying to read his brother's expression.

"Of course I am, she's my wife brother, how could that not destroy me?" Ran asks, looking incredulously at Rindou, who shrugs.

"You were seeing another woman Ran."

"But I'm not anymore, Rindou I love Y/n with all my heart, we've resolved this and everything I'm doing in my life is for her." Hearing this, Rindou mocks his brother.

Ran was very clever sometimes, but he was also dumber than ever.

"Do you think it's easy to forget a betrayal?" Hearing this, Ran clenches his fists and leaves in search of his wife.

Now, all he wanted was to find his wife and get out of there as quickly as possible.

When he finds her, she's drinking and laughing with some other women.

"Baby, let's go." He says, looking seriously at his wife, who stops smiling when she sees Ran approaching.

"Right, bye girls." Y/n picks up her coat from the chair and walks straight past Ran towards the car without waiting for him.

If he was Kakucho, would she wait? No, not Ran, she's your wife, not his.

Ran turns and walks quickly to catch up with his wife.

"Hey doll, I almost didn't see you today." Sanzu says, stopping in front of Y/n and hugging her.

Y/n just smiles and hugs Sanzu too, and when Ran looks away, he notices Kakucho gazing lovingly at his wife still hugging Sanzu.

"Holy shit, I'm going to kill this guy."

"Come on honey, let go of her, you fucking addict." Ran says, pulling Sanzu out of Y/n's arms and taking her hand lovingly.

"I know the way Ran." She says, letting go of Ran's hand and continuing to walk on her own.

Now that they were both in the car, all Ran wanted was to hear something from his wife, even if it was her swearing at him, anything.

"Was your week good, dear?" Ran says, looking at her.

"Yes, Ran, I'm tired." Y/n says cheekily.

"Well, thanks for coming with me even though you're tired."

"No problem, I missed some of them too." Y/n smiles and Ran grips the steering wheel.

Did she mean Kakucho?

At that moment Ran feels like he could beat someone up, and even that wouldn't be enough to get all the sadness and anger out of him.

Y/n feels his cell phone turn over and smiles when he sees a message from Kakucho.

"I know I've already told you this, but you looked so beautiful, have a good night princess."

"I got to see you, so obviously I'll have a good night."

Back at the club, Kakucho smiles like a teenager in love when he reads Y/n's message.

"Are you in love?" Kokonoi says, smiling and pulling Kakucho out of his enchanted little world.

"Maybe I am, is there a problem?"

"Maybe if she's already married."

Kakucho looks surprised at Kokonoi, who is still smiling.

"I just want to make her happy." He says softly and Kokonoi laughs out loud.

"I know that, she's a great girl and if Haitani was foolish not to realize that, then fuck him."

Kakucho remains silent and Kokonoi continues talking.

"What if he hits her?" Kakucho feels his heart race at the thought of that possibility.

"If he touches a single strand of her hair, I'll kill him without fear."

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You're mine (pt 3)

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Got a request from a anon wanting a part 3! So here we go.

Genre: Angst ( fluff in the end), soft smut

Paring: yandere!hyunjin x fem!reader

Synopsis : you forgave him long time ago but he hasn't forgiven himself so you do something so unexpected to help him get out of that guilt.

C/w: smut, smut with feelings, yandere, size kink, unprotected sex ( wrap it up before you tap it), body worship ( hyunjin whipped for the reader), oral (F! Receiving).

MDNI!!

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It's been a few more months of living with him, each day made you grow evn concerned with how he behaved... With himself. You've forgiven him along time ago, maybe even the day he placed your hand on his head but he hasn't forgiven himself.

Each day you could hear whispers from his room. He would often put you to deep sleep and go back to his room, he thought you wouldn't notice but the second the bed bounces a bit and it feels lighter, you knew he was leaving.

Almost everything changed since that day, he loved you still but something felt very very wrong whenever you watched him from afar all alone.

" I have loved her for many years, but maybe I am just not enough."

" How could I do that to her? Do you think she loves you a bit? You just made things even worse, she'll never love you!"

" you don't deserve her, you should've let her go! But you can't even breathe without her, you're so selfish,"

" all the years I inched towards her, I lost everything that day! Why? Just why? How could I have done this!? Why can't you just control yourself?"

" she doesn't deserve you, you're unworthy of her."

You could hear whispers like these time to time from the other side of your room, sometimes even whimpers and soft sniffles but it didn't make sense to you because every day he loved you like nothing happened.

.

One day you were watching him front the living room, cook when you saw him pause for a long time, he was sniffling thought the sound of the TV muffled it almost to silent.

After wiping his tears he suddenly turned to you and you averted your gaze to not make him feel embarrassed for crying.

" How about we go outside for a date today?"

Your head turned and you couldn't believe what he was telling you.

" really? You - you want to go outside? On a date? With me??"

You were so confused until he giggled, " yes baby."

He got you dressed up and took you to a café and let you order anything you wanted, you two even went for stroll in the park and e still held your hands tight. It was finally like you were breathing, if you were honest, it felt much better to go to the cafes and parks with him.

You only went out for long drives alone, but all the things you enjoy alone feels so much more livelier, better and complete when you're going out with him.

You could just make a run but you didn't for some reason, trying to enjoy such a good time and it surprised him that you didn't run away from him instead you held his hand and took him to places, dragging him.

.

After coming home he looked much more happier, because he too finally enjoyed somethings he's never been able to do with someone.

" Baby, did you enjoy? Are you happy?"

" yes, it was much better with you, thank you so much."

"I'm glad you say so." he smiled fondly at you happy that you're happy.

" I should do this often if it makes her happy."

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After washing up you peered downstairs, that's where he would usually be around this time, right? But he wasn't, where was he now?

You tiptoed back upstairs and checked all the rooms, you found him just sitting on the edge of his bed in his bedroom.

" I-is there something wrong hyunjin?" you asked politely, actually showing your concern for him. It was so shocking for him to see you actually care for him but heartwarming.

" No, I'm fine." but you could clearly tell that something was definitely not right, he was so happy and even a few minutes go he was smiling but that changed in minutes.

"well... You don't look fine, is there something bothering you?"

But he only could smile at you because he knew his excuse was gonna be terrible. You suddenly thought of something you got up.

" could you then do me a favor?"

" sure anything you please."

" just dont object"

You sat up undressing yourself in front of him, taking him by surprise.

" I wanna feel you better."

" y-you wanna what?"

" you liked it?"

" mhmm."

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There he was between your legs, your thighs locking him and his hands gripping your thighs, his breath tickles your soaking cunt as he stared at your slick before giving it a fat lick.

He was sucking and kissing your cunt like a hungry man who hasn't eaten in days.

He inserted his middle finger inside, taking you by surprise, and closing your walls in on his digit so tight that he couldn't even penetrate. He sucked your clit while staring at you with lust filled wide eyes, moaning against your clit .

" god you taste much better than I thought you would."

He pushed his ring finger inside and curled them inside hitting your g-spot, the spot you never knew existed. He sounded like he was experienced now. It feels so good, you just cannot describe. You couldn't even last 20 minutes before covering his digits in your juice.

He sucked his fingers clean all while staring at you, making your shiver.

.

" S-so tight" he grunted trying to push his length inside.

" I-it's so big, do you think it'll fit?" you held onto his arms that were holding your tiny waist.

" ofcourse it will, I'll make sure it does." he smirked down at you. It was so painful yet it felt so good. That pretty, pink, long dick inside you.

He was sweating so hard, his body was drenched in his sweat. He was panting, it was so tight.

Once he was in, you clenched around his so tightly that his head fell back, his jaw fell slack open and his eyes rolled to the back of his head, as he moaned at the feeling.

" o-loosen up baby, I might not last that much longer either"

He slowly thrusted into you not taking the pace any farther, gosh it felt amazing, you could feel it bulging out of your belly. You took his hand and placed it on your belly.

he could feel his hand on his dick even through your belly.

He was penetrating so slowly, it burned but if he went faster, would you even survive?

" F-faster." you moaned at him.

He pulled out for a second, placing your head and chest down on the bed and pushing himself into you empty hole again.

" let me prove you how much I wanted you, how much I need you, let me make love to you."

He was leaning over you, his tall figure, his chest was pressed into your back and his head pushed past your shoulder, panting with each thrust.

" I love you, I really love you. It's much better than I thought it would be having you in my life, please don't leave me here all alone."

His feelings were truly platonic, it wasn't that he only wanted your body, he fell in love with your personality, your being and your beauty aswell. He's always wanted to be yours, he'll change everything in himself just to fit your standard, he was that desparate. He just wants you to love him back.

He was was going fast but he made sure your weren't getting hurt. It was taking him every ounce of self control to not go ballistic, he didn't want to hurt you again.

" F-fuck you feel so g-good" you praised him.

It didnt take you long to come crashing with your second orgasm, he came right after you, pulling out. Kissing you all over your body.

After he cleaned you up he cuddled with you till you two feel asleep, now he didn't feel that guilty about what happened that day.

You were starting to fall in love with him, you tried to push the feeling away but how can you leave someone who loves you so much that you know you won't find another man like him, no one can love you as much as him, he cared for you more than he cared for himself. He would do anything for you. He's spent half of his life waiting for you to be in it and you bet he'll do it all over again just to have you in his life.

#kpop #Skz #Smut #Straykids #straykids hyunjin #Hyunjin #Hwang hyunjin #Hyunjin smut #Hyunjin x reader #Skz hyunjin #yandere

[vvxgs]

°˖✧˚ WARNINGS: angst. ˚✧˖°

Doctor Raynor closed her notebook and focused all of her attention on the man who couldn't tear his eyes away from his beloved.

Leclerc didn't want to participate in the weekly sessions, claiming they only exhausted him. They yielded no results. Time spent there could be easily used for long conversations with Y/N about their shared future.

Charles had fallen in love at first sight when he saw Y/N at the garage. She was so delicate, so beautiful, so sensitive. He couldn't imagine life without her. It would be like someone took away his oxygen. Without her smile, without her voice, without her, he would suffocate. He wanted to shield her from the world's evils. He needed to hold her tightly in his arms. He wanted to dance with her and promise that the dance floor belonged to them alone. He wanted to start a family, get married, forget about everything and everyone.

But to do that, Charles had to complete his therapy, and she was there to make sure he didn't miss his appointments.

"Do you still have nightmares, Charles?"

"No.", he said, averting his gaze from Y/N.

He had promised not to hurt her with his words. She had allowed herself to believe that superficial promise. Now she was suffering. How could he do this to her? Leclerc had broken his given word, but this time around, he wouldn't make it up to her. Never again.

"Oh, you're such a liar!"

"I'm not a liar, Y/N."

"You had a nightmare yesterday, Charles."

The therapist looked at Leclerc and tapped her fingers on the notebook's hardcover. She wanted him to confess the truth. She didn't want to force him, though.

"Fine, fine! I had a nightmare, but Y/N was there, and she calmed me down."

"How did she do that?", asked Dr. Raynor.

"She started talking about the wedding we recently attended. How much she liked it, how much better ours will be."

"I still remember that beautiful blue suit I told you to wear."

"You said it would match your dress."

"And it did!"

Charles laughed, but then he stopped suddenly. He looked at Y/N with tears in his eyes because he could swear he saw a red mark on her cheek for a moment. After all these days, he still remembered that moment.

Y/N saw his hand approaching her face. She saw everything and had time to dodge, but fear paralyzed her so much that she could only move her eyes. She even held her breath. At first, there was shock. She felt nothing. It was when she grabbed her cheek that she felt the pain. As if someone was pressing something hot into her cheek, simultaneously pricking her with a needle.

The man seemed to snap out of his frenzy. First, he looked at his right hand. Then he grabbed his hair as he fell to the floor. He shook himself, and she heard his sobs.

"I don't deserve forgiveness. I truly don't. Yet I want to hear you say that you forgive me."

"I forgave you, sweetheart. I did it a long time ago."

"But then I remind myself…", he said, looking sadly at his fiancée, who was still sitting beside him. He held her hand so tightly. He was afraid to let her go, to let her vanish. Even after all these years, he still couldn't break free from her perfect illusion that haunted him every minute, every hour, every day. "That you're just a shadow. You left, and I'm responsible for that."

He clenched the hand that held the engagement ring, pressing it where his heart used to be. He would gladly die for her. He would give up everything to be in her place. Tears dripped onto the carpet. Slowly, quietly. He cried like a child, repeating words he had said a million times to the tombstone under which his beloved was lying. 'I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.' How many times had he uttered those words into emptiness? A thousand? A million? It had become his motto, his life, of which little remained. Y/N took it all with her, his heart and soul, leaving behind a tortured mind and a broken body.

He could stare at his phone screen all day, pleading for someone to see the messages he sent to her number. Of course, it didn't matter how many tears he shed over the screen. Nothing was the same anymore, and it was slowly killing him.

"My girl is gone, and I'm slowly dying each day she's not around."

And so, in the room, there were only two people left - Charles and the therapist sitting in front of him.

#formula 1 #formula one #formula racing #ferrari #scuderia ferrari #charles leclerc #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc x female reader #charles leclerc x y/n #charles #leclerc

[acewritesfics]

Change of Plans | TOMMY SHELBY

⚠️ I (@rainydayteacups) NO CREDIT FOR THESE FICS. ALL CREDIT GOES TO ACEY (@dlmlufics). She decided to step down and allowed me to take over this account. We found out we can transfer side blogs between main accounts. So that's how we did it.

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Reader

Fic Type: Imagines

Request: from @rainydayteacups.

Prompts: romantic dinner, dancing and staying in.  

Warnings: None

Word Count: 840

TOMMY SHELBY MASTERLIST

"Tom?" Y/N says, hoping to find her husband inside his home office but is surprised and a little confused when she doesn't find him in there. He cancelled their valentine's plans when something came up at work. It needed to be sorted out right away, according to him. 

So here she is, alone on what is deemed the most romantic day of the year. The kids are with Polly until tomorrow and Tommy, so she thought, was caught up in work.  

"Maybe I should run myself a bath," she sighs as she leaves the office. 

"Mrs. Shelby," Mary, one of the maids stops her on her way to her and Tommy's bedroom.  

"Hello Mary, I thought I gave you the night off?" she greets the younger woman. 

"You did, Mrs. Shelby," Mary confirms. "I was on my way out when Mr. Shelby asked if I could tell you that he needs to see you in the bedroom," she adds with a blush to her cheeks.  

"Thank you, I was just heading that way now," she thanks her. "Now go and enjoy your night with your husband. I'm positive he has something magical planned for the two of you."  

"You too, Mrs. Shelby," she nods and leaves.  

Y/N continues towards the bedroom and walks inside finding the bedroom empty. Confused, she calls out to her husband once more before noticing the bouquet of her favorite flowers lying on the bed.  

"Walking over to the bed, she picks up the bouquet, smelling the beautiful flowers before picking up the note that sat in front of them.  

"To my beautiful wife, meet me in the dining room. Love, Tommy." She reads the note aloud. 

Deciding to not keep him waiting, even though she's tempted to get back for him cancelling their original plans, she makes her way to the dining room and is pleasantly surprised by what she finds. 

The room is lit with candles, music is playing softly in the background and the table is set with flowers, food, more candles and a bottle of their favorite whiskey. Tommy is standing at the head of the table, in his best suit, a content smile on his lips, his blue eyes vibrant and filled with love for the woman before him. Tommy has never been so grateful for having such a large home and managing to get this done without her suspecting a thing. 

"Oh, Tom," she breathes taking everything in.  

Tommy walks towards her and takes her into his arms with his thumbs stroking her hips. "I felt terrible about cancelling our plans." 

"It's fine, Tommy," she assures him. 

"No, it's not," he sighs. "Today was meant to be about us and I put work first." 

"You're certainly making up for it though," she says having forgave him as soon as she walked into the dining room, seeing the surprise he had for her. She wasn't one for surprises but made an exception for this one. Cupping his face in her hands, she brings him into a kiss. "And I much rather enjoy this than our original plans."  

"This is just the start of it, My Love," Smiling, he places a soft kiss on her lips before leading her over to the table. He pulls out her chair for her and slides it back in after she sits down. 

"I'm getting the full treatment tonight, aren't I?" she teases, grinning from ear to ear, fully enjoying this side of Tommy. It wasn't often they did something like this. Tommy showed his love for her in many ways but doing something this romantic was rare and has been since the war. Moments like this transported her back to how they were before their world was turned upside down by violence, grief and trauma.  

"You deserve it, Love. I promised you the world and I'm giving it to you," he tells her.  

"You are my world, Tommy," she reminds him, "and our children, of course." 

He leans over the table kissing her again. "I love you, Mrs. Shelby." 

"I love you too, Mr. Shelby," she replies, returning his kiss. 

After eating and a couple of glasses of whiskey, Tommy stands up and makes his way into the living area, turns the music up and returns to his wife, holding his hand out towards her. "May I have this dance, Mrs. Shelby?"  

"You may, Mr. Shelby," she says placing her hand in his. 

He helps her stand and leads her into the living area. Turning to face her, his arm slips around her waist as he pulls her close, his hand taking hold of hers as her free hand rests on his shoulder as they begin swaying to the music.  

"Polly won't be dropping the children off until the late afternoon and I've told the others that if anything comes up, they are to deal with it themselves," he tells her, once again surprising her. "Tomorrow, I'm all yours." 

"All mine?" she says making sure she heard him right.  

"All yours," he smiles kissing her. 

CREDIT: Razorblade and dots dividers made by me. Peaky Blinders divider made by @/firefly-graphics. Support divider made by @/cafekitsune.

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#acewritesfics repost #tommy shelby x reader

[ghosts-u]

Chapter 2 - Previous chapter

Upon opening her eyes Y/N was met with a luscious field filled with Apple trees and flowers. You untangle your self from the many pillows and blankest that you were tangled in. You step out of the crevice of the tree into the open moving across the veins of flowers.

You look around in aww at the Beautiful scenery around yourself. The sky unlike the deep red sky of hell, the sky was filled with hues of bright pinks and purples and a deep rich blue that seemed to persist through the sky. You had never seen a blue sky before so it was a bit odd to you but you remember daddy telling you earth's sky was blue.

So many twinkling stars where in the sky too many to count. You decided to explore this place perhaps you can even make a friend! You pass through the apple trees leading to another area that was a lake next to a large field of pretty flowers. And there they were many different animals peacefully grazing or sleeping in the field. You run up to the closest animal to you which was a baby highland cow giving it a hug startling the poor thing. It lets out a startled moo making you giggle giving it a pat on the head.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to scare you!” Y/N says the cow nudging her with its head as if saying it forgave her giving the cow one last pet on the head you run off to keep exploring. Running down to the water you see some ducks swimming in the water,they swim over to you and you pat each of their heads.

“Having fun Y/N!”

You yelp almost falling into the water but luckily your father catches you before you get soaked. “DADDY YOU SCARED ME!” You say with a huff and he just laughs bringing you up into his arms. “I’m sorry sweetie, can’t help it sometimes.” He says patting your back. “Daddy where is this? Is this what outside looks like!” You ask practically vibrating in excitement you had never left the palace, and daddy had fired all the imps that worked there except the ones hired by your mom. You always wanted to meet other demons your own age but daddy said you couldn’t.

“Oh sweetheart of course not that is no place for you to be. Daddy made this place just for you so you can run around as much as you like! I know how bored you got in the palace.” You look up at him and get the feeling in your chest that makes it feel like your heart is sinking. The feeling you always get when your dad never tells you the exact reason you couldn’t do something like he wasn’t telling the whole truth. The feeling you get when he tells you that you don’t need any friend's. You can’t help but think that it’s the same feeling your mom got when ever she looked at you…

Your dad would never do anything to hurt you. So why would he lie to you? there’s no reason to lie about the fact you can’t have Friends or leave the palace or why you can’t see your older sister. So why would he lie about this? This world filled with so much color and wonderful things, but just to be sure you ask. “Hey daddy once where done playing here. Can we go back to lulu world I had a lot of fun there.”

Daddy makes that face, the face he makes when you ask too many questions. You know he doesn't like it when you start to questions the things around you. He smiles and snaps his fingers and all of a sudden they were in lulu world but some things were different, Everything looked like it was sparkling new there where more rides and attractions than when you had first visited.

“Tada! See we don’t need to go back there you have everything you could ever want here!” “He says lifting you in the air spinning you around. You look up at the sky still filled with the pastel colors and stars. But you always liked the red sky you would see when you looked out your window…But that was before they where all boarded up and replaced with paintings.

Why do you have a feeling your never going to see that red sky again.

________

A/N

Little morning star having a pomni moment realizing Luci ain’t letting her out lol.

I wrote this small chapter for you guys because the chapter I had planed was getting really long it’s gonna take a while to write.

Also I recently started a water fast and my bones feel really heavy and I can barely make it to my kitchen without feeling like I’m gonna pass out so I haven’t been writing as much as I should have. Gonna eat some food and take some iron and see if it help. I'm not the best at describing things but girl daoko was the inspo for the little garden Luci made for little morning star.

#platonic yandere #hazbin hotel platonic #yandere hazbin hotel #yandere lucifer morningstar #yandere x reader #yandere hazbin hotel x reader #yandere platonic #hazbin hotel x reader #lucifer morningstar x reader #platonic yandere x reader

[ironbatpaperturtle]

HEAVEN'S UNSPOKEN ROYAL FAMILY???? (Adam, Micheal and Emily) don't do this to me it's so cute

I think it works so well, like:

The few, if not the one thing, that he ever considered good about his banishment from Eden, was his kids. It was his primary purpose, to bring life into the world, so of course he misses being a parent. He loved his kids to death, even Cain. Even when he bashed the skull of his brother, he forgave him quietly and loved him. That factor made him slightly hesitant to just let Eve go alone because he could raise his kids once again, but he favored a life of leisure more so he let's her go. Doesn't mean that a part of him doesn't wish he left so he could have his children again.

Time goes on an eventually he acends with Micheal. Micheal, while emotionally stunted, does notice Adam's melancholy and somewhere coerces Adam to tell him why. Either because it's a really sensitive spot or maybe Adam doesn't really care, he tells Mike that he wishes to raise a kid. Chocks it down for his original purpose was to father humanity.

Adam has crazy baby fever. It's bad. When Micheal let's Adam peek at earth life, he notices that Adam looks longingly down. At first, Mike thought he regretted leaving Eve alone but then later realizes Adam really was just looking at Eve being a mother and was sadly looking at the children.

Micheal takes that in and let's it marinate in him. At the same time, Emily's existence is being considered. I wanna think that Emily's purpose was to maybe fill in Lucifur's role once he fell, so they worked on her.

Micheal is brought in to help plan her existence. Current angels are made adults almost immediately but when Mike looks down on the plan, he has this epiphany.

Micheal: we should make her into a baby

Sera: What?

Micheal:... I think it would do us good... if we raise her... she could learn her role properly... get tuned to her dominion (I think that was happiness and joy) After all, kids are born very 'happy'. They're the most pure then

Sera: I see your point... but who would raise her Micheal?

Micheal:... Adam

Seras catching on and so do the other angels but they let it slide for Micheals gods fav rn and they love Adam, gods purest being.

So Emily is made and then Micheal brings her to Adam.

When Adam sees her, he latches on. Boy he immediately loved her. Mix of the baby fever and the familiarity of Emily.

In the previous timeline, he might have loved her as his own. Just a bit. But she was already an adult with a duty so the feelings of wanting to parent her were snuffed.

But Adam loved baby Emily immediately and raised her well. With Micheal of course.

Adam takes Emily everywhere and coddles her. Mike, even in heaven, is Adam's gaurdian angel, dedicated to his happiness, by extent becomes Emily's gaurdian as well. He grows to love her like a father, he just doesn't recognize it yet. He'd definitely destroy all of hell though if anything happened to her.

Both don't claim to be her parents, they even deny it sometimes, but the way they both coddles Emily does not help with the allegations

The first angels, know for a fact that Adam and Micheal are not her bio parents, but the newer one just assume bcz they are EVERYWHERE together. But the general census amongst the angels is that, yes, they are a family, if not heavens secret not so secret royal family.

I think this would also make Emily more nuanced to the exterminations. Her father Micheal is a warrior of Justice who is dedicated to the lord so he says his piece about justice being served correctly. Adam would off-handly talk about sinners and how many deserve that fate bcz that's just right. It's never a real conversation, just off handed comments, but it does feeder the idea that the sinners of hell are being given just punishment, no matter what happens to them.

Also they're dynamic this this:

Emily: sunshine child who is a bit spoiled

Adam: surprisingly naggy but doting mom

Micheal: lost father who does not know what's going on half the time but loves both to death and is wrapped around their finger

ANON YOU'RE TOO CREATIVEE

#Adam's Time travel era #michael x adam #hazbin hotel adam #emily hazbin hotel #guitarhero

[chloedrewitt]

𝙁𝙞𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙣 𝙁𝙞𝙧𝙚 - 𝘿𝙖𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙣 𝙏𝙖𝙧𝙜𝙖𝙧𝙮𝙚𝙣 𝙭 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 [𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙩 3]

summary: One year has passed, and you have remained at King Viserys’ court, offering your talents as pyromancer and to strengthen relations between Volantis and King’s Landing. Daemon was sent to the Stepstones long ago, and has now returned with a crown atop his head. When he visits you at your workshop, intending to finish where you left off last time, he will soon realize that fire is not the only thing that’s going to burn.

pairing: Daemon Targaryen x Female Pyromancer!reader

word count: 3.2k

warnings: swearing, smut, praise, dom!Daemon, hair pulling, biting

a/n: thank you guys for all the likes, reblogs and comments! 🥰 They really make my day and I am glad so many of you are enjoying this story. But again, asexual author disclaimer😭I really tried, though. (How are we feeling about a part 4?)

Part 1, Part 2 

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Masterlist - Ko-fi

🔞 This story contains NSFW content. Reader discretion is advised. Minors DNI. 🔞

You had heard of Prince Daemon’s return before he even set foot in the castle. Caraxes had been spotted flying circles high above King’s Landing, before he lowered himself to the castle grounds. Unlike the others at court, who could not wait to enter the main hall either out of curiosity or whether to see if it was really the rogue prince, you spent the day in your workshop. 

Months ago, you had traveled back to Volantis on a ship so graciously offered to you by King Viserys, and explained what had happened to your elder sister, Vaessa. Being the skilled politician that she was, she suggested trying to build up an alliance with the Targaryens. The other two Triarchs had stared at her as if she’d gone mad, but had come to give it a try at least. 

In exchange for sending you and a handful of other mages back to King’s Landing, as well as offering the king some Valyrian steel, Volantis received dragon eggs. Years ago, it was the most powerful and prosperous of the Free Cities and your sister hoped that with dragons on her side, she would restore Volantis to its proper glory. 

You sighed as sparks flew around you, created by the impact of your hammer on hot steel. It was dark in the workshop, as it was located beneath the castle so that no natural light could enter it, and the fire behind you was the only source of light. It illuminated your ash-stained face when you turned around, sparks reflected in the black of your pupils.

After you had returned from Volantis, you were accepted as an official member of King Viserys’ court, so it would have been expected of you to be there upon the prince’s arrival, but you never really forgave him for leaving you like that at the barn, and leaving to fight in some war after not saying a single word to you. 

Back then, you had been in need of aid, food and shelter but now, you were an established Lady, even if your activities sparked more controversy among the Westerosi nobles than anything else. It would have been nicer had King Viserys not released Daemon from watching you, as he seemed to be the only other person at the castle who did not care much for the opinion of others.

You hit the steel again, the sound it created cutting through the silence of the workshop like a knife. You were neither wearing protective gear nor glasses to shield you from the heat, but the fire didn’t burn you anyway, even if you touched it. 

The heavy door opened all of the sudden, making you stop and raise your gaze towards the uninvited guest. Expecting a guard, you began talking about how you needed more firewood but were quickly silenced by the sight in front of you. 

“Is that how you greet a king,” Daemon said, leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed in front of his chest. He was wearing a white tunic, and you noticed his hair was short now. Much to your irritation, he was also smiling, self-assurance reeking from him like a foul stench. 

“No,” you replied, putting your hammer aside to pick up the still hot blade you were forging with your bare hand. It did not even redden your skin. “But I see no king before me.”

Daemon laughed, actually laughed, as he pushed himself away from the door to stand opposite from you, the stone desk you were working at being the only thing to separate you two. 

“My anger is not to be ridiculed,” you hissed, just in time for the blade to do the same as you dunk it into a bucket of water. After you pulled it out, you studied it for a bit, taking in the metal to see what you would have to continue working on to get the desired shape. You were trying to focus on your work, but Daemon never took his eyes off of you. 

“And for what do I deserve your anger, Lady (y/n)?” You opened your mouth to snap at him, but he cut you off. “It is really ‘Lady’ now, is it not? You have made quite the name for yourself in my absence.” 

“You speak as though your presence would have had any impact on it.”

The smile on his lips slowly faded and you saw his expression change to a more calculating one, eyes narrowing in thought. You placed the blade back on your working desk and reached out towards the flame burning in the fireplace behind you. A piece of it separated itself from the main fire and jumped towards your hand, where it kept burning. 

When you saw that Daemon had still not left, you had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes. “Is there anything I can help you with, my prince?”

“So now you care to use formalities,” he replied, walking around the desk until he stood right next to you, the difference in height between you more evident than before. 

You, however, did not flinch as you placed the blade in your hand, holding it over the fire you kept alive with sheer willpower, though it was almost innate to you now. Having been trained since birth, an exercise such as this was like tying your leather boots. 

“I care to finish the blade your brother commissioned.” You placed the glowing steel on the desk as the flame in your hand kept burning. Daemon dropped his gaze to it, apparently fascinated by how you could hold fire. It was painfully obvious to you how close he was, and it started to seriously mess with your head. 

“It is beautiful,” said the prince as he reached out, aiming to touch the flame. But before he could do so, you pulled your hand back and suffocated it by forming a fist. 

“Careful, my prince,” you said, mischief in your voice. “This is no ordinary fire. Your Targaryen blood will most likely not shield you from its burn.”

“And your Lenaerys blood will?” He raised his eyebrows, which momentarily made his eyes seem brighter in the newfound light. You only snorted, as if everything depended on blood and its purity. Magic did not work that way. 

You let a finger run over the glowing, hot blade. Though the impact let smoke rise from the steel, it did not burn your skin. “The fire doesn’t harm me because I am commanding it not to. Fire mages have no resistance towards heat, we have simply learned how to control it so it does not burn us.”

Daemon hummed, his eyes jumping to something behind you before recentering on your face. “And why is that fire there expanding, then?” 

“What?” You turned around with the blade still in your hand and, due to the quick movement, accidentally cut yourself on its sharp end. You hissed, giving him a venomous glare when you saw that he was simply trying to distract you. “Amusing,” you grumbled, placing the steel weapon onto the desk. 

The cut on your finger was not deep, but the sharp pain it created enough to bring you discomfort. Your hands and arms were still stained from the ashes you had been working with, making the risk for an infection bigger. 

“Don’t touch it,” Daemon said when you wanted to reach for a small box standing on a shelf behind you. “

You watched as he took the box and opened it, taking out a small bottle he quickly identified as alcohol and a bandage, which showed signs of having been used before, but had luckily been washed thoroughly. He extended a hand and you were briefly reminded of the way he had held yours in the dragon barn before he left, but tried to push the thoughts aside as you hesitantly laid your hand in his. 

He opened the small bottle and poured some of the liquor on your wound, making you clench your teeth in pain. You were embarrassed about the tears stinging your eyes, so you looked away until you felt him gently wrapping the bandage around your finger. He left it thin, since it was not deep or dangerous to you, and fixed it with a little bow that made you have to hide a laugh behind a feigned cough. 

“This is how you fix bandages,” he clarified, your attempt at hiding the laugh clearly unsuccessful. 

“I know, it is just… unexpected from you. People talk, you know. At court especially, and you seem to be their most desired subject of gossip. How ruthless you can be.” The only thing you managed to say were fragments of full sentences, but he didn’t seem to notice. 

Daemon snorted, a loose strand of white hair falling in his face. You had not mentioned it, but the new hairstyle suited him. 

“I imagine they talk just as much about you.” You followed his gaze to your trousers, which were only partially hidden behind your crimson coat. It had a sigil right above your heart; a sword and a flame. Since nobles in Volantis did not have sigils for their Houses, you had designed one after permanently taking up residence in Westeros. Even if it was more of an unofficial thing. 

“The short hair suits you,” he said, twirling a strand of your hair around his index finger. You didn’t know whether you felt offended or aroused by the bold gesture. 

A few weeks ago, you had cut your hair until it barely reached your jawline to make sure it wouldn’t get in the way of your training, which you continued on your own here at court. At first you had regretted that decision and missed the long hair that was usually expected of someone like you, but it proved to be a useful decision after all. 

“I could say the same about you,” you replied, your voice sounding more like a whisper. His eyes flickered between yours, and you saw the muscles in his jaw tense. He wanted to say something, but you could sense the conflict in him. 

“Why did you leave without saying a word?” You said instead, which earned you a deep sigh from the Targaryen prince. “It’s not like I’m entitled to hearing from you, I know that,” you added, sounding more indifferent than you intended to. “But given the condition you left me in, at least a ‘goodbye’ would have been appreciated.” 

You turned your head to the side to find your blade slowly cooling on its own, but Daemon quickly moved his hand to your chin, which he trapped between index finger and thumb to force you to look at him. As he parted his lips, his gaze briefly dropped to yours. 

“I am here now, aren’t I?” He whispered, and you had to use the crackling of the fire close by as an anchor to reality. Too big was the risk of submitting to a fantasy. You swallowed, which didn’t go unnoticed by Daemon. 

When you didn’t respond, he added, “Have you thought of me?”

You felt the blood rush to your cheeks, which was answer enough. The triumphant, albeit faint, smile on his face made you want to roll your eyes, but his gaze was magnetic and it held you captive. 

“Tell me,” he traced your cheekbone with the back of his index finger and you turned your head halfway to allow him better access. You hadn’t noticed until now, but your hands had both gripped a fistful of your cloak. Reluctantly, you let go of the fabric. 

“Yes,” you replied, shocked about how breathless you were, but the finger on your cheek was sending waves of electricity through your body. 

“Good girl,” he whispered in your ear, shortly before placing a kiss just underneath it. It was so faint that you didn’t know whether you had imagined it, your eyes glued to the fire next to you. 

His lips ghosted over your neck as you watched the flames burn, a hand finding its way to the back of his head, where you buried it in his white hair. Only hardly did you resist the urge to pull him closer, your thighs almost aching with need. 

You knew this was all just a fantasy, created by attraction and desire, and nothing more. Yet the way his touches felt and the sound of his voice made you feel like he was the only man in the world who could ever satisfy you by look alone. The thought made you hold onto him out of fear that your legs might fail you. 

Feeling this, he let his hands wander down your arms and sides, until they rested on the back of your thighs. Just as his lips finally connected with the soft skin of your neck, he tightened his grip around your legs and lifted you up, so that you could sit on the desk. The blade you had been forging was long forgotten, as he pulled away slightly to look at you. The fire behind him made the outline of his hair seem like it was glowing. 

“Did you think of me when you touched yourself at night?” He looked at you with a predator’s gaze, his eyes seeming black with the lack of lighting. You bit your lip, angling one leg so that the heel of your foot rested on the desk. When you looked closer at Daemon, you saw that some of the ash stains had rubbed off on him. 

You took your sweet time to answer, and he certainly did not like that. Closing the distance between you, he touched your bottom lip with his thumb as he raised a knee to place it right between your thighs. You shivered, swallowing the moan that threatened to emerge. His knee exerted just enough pressure to leave you aching for more.

His lips ghosted over yours, barely brushing them as he tilted his head from one side to the other. “Say it, (y/n). I want to hear you say it.” 

You bit your bottom lip, thinking back to the very first night you had spent in Westeros, after Daemon had left you needing him. How you felt but a phantom of his touch between your legs, on your thigh, on your arm. 

“I traced the lines you had drawn on my skin almost every night, imagining the hand was yours, imagining you were here.”

“I am here now,” he rasped as he brushed your cloak off your body, letting it drop to the floor where the fabric pooled next to his feet. You responded by untying the knots of his tunic until it half-revealed his torso. His hand found its way into your hair, gently scratching your scalp a few times before he fisted his hand and forced your head back, revealing your neck to him fully. He pressed his lips against it, trapping the skin between his teeth gently at first, and then hard enough that you almost cried out. 

As if to make up for it, he licked the spot and then began sucking so that it would most definitely leave a mark on you. You had wrapped your arms around his neck by now, and freed his shoulders from the fabric that used to cover them. The sleeves of his tunic dropped to his elbows, but he quickly threw the tunic somewhere behind you, exposing his bare chest to you. 

His face was still buried in your neck, teeth now grazing your collarbone, so you took the opportunity to place your palms on his bare back. Almost immediately, you felt the skin underneath you warm up, not too much to cause any harm or burn through the bandage around your finger, but strong enough to make Daemon growl in approval. 

With his free hand, he began unbuttoning your trousers and helped you strip them off by raising you into the air a few centimeters. Your shirt and undergarments followed quickly until you were left completely exposed before him.

His hungry eyes trailed up and down your body before they met yours again. You could see the need in his eyes, and the bulge growing between his legs. Daemon placed his hand on your chest, pushed you down onto the desk and rid himself of his own trousers before climbing on top of you, pinning you against the table. But your eyes were glued to his lips, which you had not yet even tasted. 

Daemon must have thought the same, since he finally lowered his head and pressed his lips to yours. They were soft and demanding, not waiting long before he brushed his tongue against your lips, which made you part them just enough to grant him entrance. 

At the same time, he placed his hand between your thighs, the feeling of his fingers making you gasp against his lips, and you could feel his smirk as he began massaging. A thin layer of sweat coated your forehead now. 

“I’ve wanted to fuck you ever since I saw you on that beach,” he murmured, and you had to bite back a moan as he inserted a finger. “And look how ready you are for me now.” 

The fire behind him rose when he curled his finger inside you, soon to be followed by another. It was an involuntary reaction you had to the way he was electrifying every single cell in your body. You had never once lost control over your magic since the day you’d turned fourteen, and yet here you were, a perfectly skilled adult, letting a flame dance in accordance to your pleasure. 

He removed his fingers then, only to replace them with his cock, as he licked his slick-covered hand and let out a groan that made you think you had never heard anything more beautiful in the world. Your lips connected again while he began thrusting, his pace increasing the more time passed, you let out soft moans of approval.

“You’re mine,” he whispered, but it took you a few seconds to register what he had said as you felt a pressure building up in your lower abdomen. 

“I-” 

He cut you off with another kiss, his tongue meeting yours before he gently sucked on your bottom lip. The sounds that came from both of you were raw and almost animalistic in nature. You were sure that if anyone passed by your workshop, they would be flustered just by listening in. 

When the pressure finally released, his name left your lips and you felt like your body had been lit on fire. The flame behind Daemon stretched until it reached the stone ceiling, before swiftly shrinking again. He groaned deeply, and you felt his own release only moments after yours. You both panted, the sweat that covered your bodies making your skin shimmer in the dimly lit room.

A few strands of hair stuck to your forehead, and Daemon brushed them out of your face as he rose to his feet again, offering you a hand to help you sit up. You almost crashed into his chest, had he not taken hold of your chin and tilted your head upwards. 

You looked up at him, mouth agape as you still caught your breath. 

“I meant what I said, you know.”  

You furrowed your eyebrows for a moment, not sure what exactly he was referring to. Then he added with a hint of a warning undertone and a raspy voice, “You’re mine, (y/n). And mine only.”

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