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#like no pls let us be entering a time of peace
awrkive · 6 months
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[DRABBLE] COLD NIGHTS & BLURRED LINES (m) — JJK.
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you were used to jungkook making the first move every single time but this particular night, you couldn't help but change things up a little bit.
PAIRING jungkook x (fem) reader
GENRE r18+ (minors dni pls)
WORD COUNT 4.1k (this is def not a drabble anymore but its like 70% smut anyway saur 🤷🏼‍♀️)
WARNINGS/MISC jk in grey tracksuit 😢 oc is not a procrastinator everybody booed. kinda domestic vibes everyone wants to have what they have including ms delusional me !! this is my literally me fic kinda (this is literally just oc thirsting over jungkook OEBDIDHSJEB) also imagine 3D jungkook guys.... 🙏🏼 smut warnings: oral s*x (m&f receiving, 69 position), penetrative s*x, multiple positions, overst*mulation, creampies, unprotected s*x (dont fls 🙏🏼)
NOTES heyyy so i reread cnbl last night and scrolled thru unanswered messages on my inbox and found these 2 (amongst many IEBDIDHSHD) drabble reqs for cnbl and decided to write it bcs i love and miss them!! unfortunately i lost my ao3 password and i have nowhere to post this so whatever im gonna start posting here again LMFAOOOO. anyway, i hope u guys enjoy this 💗 this is most esp dedicated to the second anon i hate college as well i hope this drabble brings you joy ☺️
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‼️CN&BL FULL FIC CAN BE READ HERE
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You missed who you were thirty minutes ago.
Before Jungkook arrived, you were extremely focused on the essay you've been stalling to get done since last week.
You were set on finishing the paper tonight, determined to submit it a day prior to the deadline – which is two days from now. You've never been a procrastinator and you wouldn't dare start now. But ever since Jungkook called, arriving a little over five minutes after your conversation on the phone and entering your dorm room, you have never been the same. Gone was your will to finish your essay; it yeeted out the window the moment he came in.
It wasn't that he was doing anything wrong, per se. He wasn't pestering you or doing anything to distract you from doing whatever it was you were doing. During the phone call, Jungkook told you he just wanted to hang around and you were in on it. "As long as I finish this essay without you doing anything funny" – that, was what you said. Joking, a little pointed, when he came barging in your door, socks on and hair still slightly wet from the shower he most probably had at his own apartment.
When you said those words, the goof just wiggled his brows, smirking with a look of mischief written all over his face, and then kissed you in such an unnecessarily passionate way that had you internally keening when he broke away. That gave you an initial idea that he would, indeed, do some funny business. If you were honest to yourself, you wouldn't have really minded that at all.
That was thirty minutes ago. Jungkook surprisingly hasn't tried to touch you at all for the past thirty minutes. In the present, he is just sprawled on your bed watching something on your stupid iPad, airpods plugged in both ears, letting you work in peace on your laptop.
Thirty minutes ago, that would've been fine. Because ultimately, you could focus on your essay and finish it then pass it way before the deadline but no, your problem right this moment does not lie on phonology, it lies on why does Jungkook have to lean his back on the headboard, thick eyebrows meeting each other every now and then as he watched his movies, and put that white t-shirt and grey sweatpants on himself?
You've been having an internal battle with yourself trying to fight the urge to look over your shoulders for him every three damn minutes, groaning quietly as you thought about how Jungkook looked so ridiculously hot doing the bare minimum. Literally nothing. He was doing absolutely nothing. And he was making you feel weird in your belly!
Wait. Is it your period? It ended two weeks ago, though, so that is definitely not that. Maybe you are ovulating? You'd have to check your flow app.
Absent-mindedly, you let out the begrudging moan you've been trying to hide.
"God."
As if alarmed, Jungkook suddenly shoots up and speaks after what felt like centuries.
"You okay? Am I bothering you here?" He said, voice dripping with honey and face full of concern. You got even hornier.
Oh my god. You wanted to cry.
You send him a tight-lipped smile. "I'm fine. And uh, no. You're good."
Jungkook doesn't pry further and goes back to his binge. Meanwhile, you force yourself to think of something.
Another long five minutes later, and you are still halfway done with your essay. The unfinished document only seems to taunt you. So, you let out another sigh, quite quiet this time so you don't make Jungkook think he was being an inconvenience. You made up your mind and just decided to give in to your urges.
You shut your laptop down instead of pressing sleep as you are sure there is no way you can do any more work tonight.
Standing up from your seat, you approach Jungkook on your bed.
He looks up at you the moment you hovered over him, taking his eyes off the iPad. When the mattress dips from your weight, Jungkook's lips stretch into a cute smile.
Your horniness dissipates a little over his adorable face.
"Done?" He asks, lifting a hand over your face to tuck a strand of hair away that you didn't even notice. You shake your head. Jungkook leans down to kiss your cheek. "So, tired?"
You scrunch your nose. "Kinda."
He kisses your mouth when a pout forms there.
"Eaten anything yet?" Jungkook scoots over to the side to make room on the bed for you. You fit yourself in the space, albeit tight (this was a dorm room, alright), and Jungkook is quick to slide his arm under your neck while he still holds the iPad on the other.
"Just reheated some leftover pasta from last night." You cringe over your last meal. It didn't taste good at all but you were way too hungry and delivery took forever to your dorm.
Jungkook seems to know that that pasta was shit, but he doesn't comment on that. Just hums and kisses the side of your head.
Ugh.
"Wanna order something in? Thai?" He suggests, looking at you.
But right now, eating Thai or whatever is the last thing on your mind. Though you would like to eat something else.
You tell him so. Except the last part, of course. Please. You have decorum.
"Uhm, no. I think I'll pass on that. Unless you haven't eaten." you say, playfully pointing a finger to his chest.
"Nah, Taehyung cooked dinner. I'm pretty full." Jungkook says, chuckling.
You had a smart remark on your tongue, something along the lines of, "Then why'd you offer to eat if you already have, weirdo" but to be honest with yourself, you already knew why. Jungkook liked seeing you eat. Dude practically buys most of your meals, now that you think about it.
But your still horny-adled brain went to go and tell your hand to search for his bare stomach under his shirt. And so it did. Forget about having decorum, shame is out the door when you press your palm to the flat surface of his stomach.
"Doesn't feel full at all." You commented, feeling the hard ridges of his abs. You hate them right now. But you would also really, really, like to see them.
Jungkook only chuckles at that. Before he can say anything, you ask him, "Hey, quick question."
"Hm?"
"Can I suck your dick?"
"Huh?" Jungkook, ever the man he is, put the iPad away for the first time since he's been here. Confused, but still, you could not have mistaken the look of pure interest in his face the moment you asked him that.
"I want to suck your dick, if you let me." You say, clearing yourself up. You are putting on a brave face, but internally, you are screaming.
So what if this thing between you has been happening for like… ten months now, almost a year? Jungkook was usually the one to always initiate sex and blowjobs were almost a rare occurrence in your sex life because you told him it hurt your knees but the real reason was because you didn't think you were very good at it. Jungkook never asks for it either, and sometimes you feel bad for only reciprocating handjobs during oral sex quickies but! He never says anything about it so maybe that was fine? Anyway, it's not like this is gonna be your first time sucking him. It's just the first time you initiated with your own words.
"Oh, you're serious?" Jungkook scoots over to his side and lays sideways to prop himself up. "Really?" He has an excited smile on, and you know that because of the way his eyes crinkle.
"Don't make me repeat it." You say pointedly, pushing him a little bit. Jungkook doesn't even budge at the slight attack, only holds your hands in his.
"No, I just… I thought you said no fooling around tonight." He says.
You shrug. "Yeah, well."
You don't expect him to tug you closer to him using his hold on you, and you were thankful you managed to suppress a loud squeal when he laid on his back and caught your whole body on top of his.
"I guess you can't resist my charm, after all." Jungkook says, grabbing a handful of your ass.
"Jungkook, please, you're scaring my lady boner off." You roll your eyes as you adjust yourself on top of him to get more comfortable.
"Take care of my gentleman boner then, baby." He counters and just because of that you avoid the kiss he was about to give you.
"Don't ever say gentleman boner ever again." You pinch his nipple and he let out a laugh at your petty retort. You knew he was sensitive there. But even then, you were starting to feel the growing need concealed under his sweats, and you were set on giving him the blowjob of his life tonight for some reason.
"I have a suggestion to make," Jungkook says suddenly, stopping you from crawling down to his body. You arch your brow at him, he continues, "I don't think we've ever tried sixty-nine, yet, haven't we? Because I also really want to eat you out right now."
"Oh, well, yeah…" you nod. You find yourself heating up at the way he casually tells you the last part.
"So…?"
You haven't really tried that either, and not just with him, but also with your other sex partners that only really summed up to less than four people, and that's including Jungkook. Anyway, the sixty-nine position sounded interesting.
"Okay, sure." You shrug.
"Fuck, you're the best."
This time, you give in to the kiss he gives you and pretty much after that it turns into a heavy make-out session with Jungkook fondling your boobs underneath your overused highschool PE shirt while you ground down against his erection that only kept growing harder as seconds passed.
You are panting when you break away, a string of saliva in between your lips, breathing for some air. Jungkook kisses his way down your neck, suckling on your skin and soothing it with his tongue.
"Take your shirt off," you say, already impatiently tugging at the hem of his clothing.
Without a word, Jungkook frees himself from the fabric. "You too, and your panties. Please."
You chuckle at the "please" but nonetheless straddle him to take your shirt off. Jungkook looks up at you with hooded eyes, massaging the bare skin of your waist as you wriggle your hair out of the neckline. He grips your waist as you lift your bum off his stomach, pulling your panties and shorts down in one go one leg to another.
"Shit," Jungkook hissed at the sight of your glistening pussy that has gotten wet overtime, hands roaming all over your body like he doesn't really know where to touch. Always fascinated and in awe with what you show him, always so eager, so touchy. And you always love his undivided attention. Makes you feel like a princess for some reason. Doesn't help that he calls you that sometimes, too.
"Oh, fuuck," he groaned when you sat on his stomach. You couldn't help but let out a quiet moan, too, feeling his hot skin and your cold pussy touching together. "Angel, fuck, come here, let me kiss you."
You lean down to kiss him and he quickly reciprocates, his tongue entering your parted mouth, swirling and licking inside, taking your breath away. You could feel yourself smearing your wet mess on his abs but you couldn't really care less, not when Jungkook looked like he couldn't, too, squeezing every inch of you he could get his hands on. And they were everywhere, alright. Your breasts, your waist, hips, ass, his thumb on the inside of your thighs, all the while kissing you like he was hungry for it.
Jungkook jostles you a little when he lifts himself up a little to slide down the grey sweatpants you have a love and hate relationship with, his dick shooting up his abdomen and touching your ass as a result.
He stops kissing you.
"Alright, one more minute of you grinding against me will make me nut. Sit on my face now, baby."
Blood shoots up your cheeks, making you feel hot. A little funny, given what you are doing right now. But he can't just be so casual about it! He was asking you to sit on his face like he was telling you the grass is green. Regardless, you kiss him one last time.
"Don't suffocate." You warned him, already reversing your position as easily as you can so that your back is facing him.
You hear Jungkook chuckling from behind. "Please, I'll die happily suffocating in this pussy."
"Please don't talk about dying." You deflect, already feeling so shy about the whole thing. Indeed it was your first time to try this position, and you quite didn't know how to act. You wonder if he's done this already in the past, but found yourself irritated at the thought of him doing this with anybody else. You'd have to assess what that feeling of irritation means later.
"Hmm," Jungkook hums, grabbing the globes of your ass and fondling them before you could even properly place your knees on both sides of his head. With his hold on the flesh, he pulls you closer to him until you feel his breath on your core. "Ah, shit, will never get tired of this pussy, baby. Fuck, you're so wet."
You try to focus your attention on his hard dick against his stomach, veiny and rigid, red at the tip and shining with pre-cum. Wrapping your fingers around the base, you lean down a little more so that you can begin teasing him.
But Jungkook beats you down to it as he licks a long stripe across your pussy. It has you keening and stumbling a little over, feeling so good at the contact of his tongue against your sex. You hear him hiss before he says, "Come on, pretty, sit on my face, don't hover."
You hesitate before giving in, and Jungkook is quick to continue the ministrations of his tongue on your pussy. The position was so new to you but you couldn't help but think it was so good, feeling him this way, albeit still a little conscious about cutting off his air supply. But as Jungkook starts licking and sucking, you remember his cock in your hand and it prompts you to stroke him up and down; slow, because your mind is cloudy from the way you could hear the slick of your pussy from Jungkook's licking.
Leaning down, you kiss the head of his cock, licking his pre-cum off the top. There was Jungkook's groan again, and you thought that was a good sign, then continued to suck his tip a little just to see it getting even redder.
Jungkook suddenly gets more aggressive in the ministrations of his tongue, from his slow yet precise strokes, he starts increasing speed, fingers getting tighter on your asscheeks, the tip of his tongue prodding at your entrance giving you a taste of being full.
It prompted you to whimper, Jungkook only humming, seemingly pleased with himself. Letting out a shaky breath, you resume stroking his cock, twisting your fingers around the base. Soon, you lean even closer so that you can wrap your lips around the head.
Jungkook's groan was a pure sinful sound of pleasure as you did so. Nevermind that he was having his own feast on your pussy, you were determined to make him cum. And to do that was to suck on the tip gently at first, swirling your tongue on the cum that's building up on it. You joined the motion of it with your hand stroking the shaft up and down, cheeks hollowed and sucking the air in your mouth to create a suction that has Jungkook slightly jolting in his position.
"Oh, fuck yeah, baby, that's it, you're so good at this… shit," He says behind you, moving his mouth off your pussy and replacing it with two fingers. Jungkook slides them in easily, the squelching sound so apparent it cannot be mistaken for anything else if there was anybody but you two in the room. "You like this, baby? Hm? You're taking my fingers and my cock so well."
You moaned around his cock, heat starting to spread all over your body as Jungkook began to join his digits with his own mouth, devouring your pussy like he always does when he goes down. You start losing your rhythm on his cock, choking on it a third time now as you haven't really managed to fit it all in your mouth. You've always tried to, but he's always been a little too big for you. If it was a skill issue, you didn't care, Jungkook enjoys it just as much as you do.
When Jungkook rubs your clit, that's when you start shaking on your knees, threatening to crumble down.
As if he knew what was coming, Jungkook suddenly says, "Don't come yet, baby, not now." and you swear you would have actually cried.
What you didn't expect is Jungkook suddenly sitting up, his hands gripping your hips so that you don't jostle on top of him. You let go of his dick as he slides you off his body, and you let him manhandle you into sitting on his cock that slides in too easily like your pussy was fine silk. You now sit on top of him in what seems to be like a reverse cowgirl position, except that you aren't the one in control of your own movements.
"Oh, K-kook – Jungkook!" you yelped as he bounced you on his rigid dick, your body melting against his.
"Shh, take my cock, angel. You can do that for me, right? You're so pretty right now, I wish you could see yourself." Jungkook whispers against your hair, and you pathetically nod, craning your neck up at him to seek for his mouth. He smiles at you, the gentle nature of it so contrasting to the way he was controlling your hips, bouncing you in and out of his cock. "My pretty little angel."
He kisses you passionately, and as seconds passed his hands began to travel upwards to cup your breast, fondling it in his hand and pinching your nipple. You also started to initiate your pwn movements, meeting Jungkook's thrusts from below you, all the whole moaning in his mouth at the pleasure of his cock touching every crevice of your pussy.
The feeling of this never gets old even if you've done it exclusively and quite constantly with each other for the past ten months. Sex with Jungkook is always just so intense it always keeps you on your toes.
"K-kook, I'm cumming," you gasped in his mouth, feeling that build up in your belly
"Hm," Jungkook leaves your boob in favor of your pussy. Kissing you one last time on the mouth, he leans against your shoulder to watch as he spreads your nether lips. You look down to his hand there, fingers spreading the lips apart witnessing your own hole getting split open by his engorged cock. The sight was so lewd and obscene you couldn't help your moan. Then, Jungkook begins rubbing your clit again, fast and with a purpose, this time to make you finish. And he finally gives you the green light to do so. "You can cum now, baby."
And as if prompted by his simple words, you came, feeling a gush of wetness coming out of your pussy. You watch the way Jungkook kept his fingers in there, massaging your hole and kissing your neck.
"Jungkook…" you bury your face into the crook of his neck as you come down from your high, pussy throbbing and spasming from the intense feeling of cumming. He did edge you from when he ate you out.
"Good girl."
And again, Jungkook changes your position. From sitting up, you are now laid against the bed again, with him switching your positions so now he's the one hovering and you underneath him. He grabs your hips up and enters your pussy once again, sliding his cock in and out to chase his own orgasm. Your moans only encourage him to go faster, his grunts filling the room.
"Oh, that's it, Kook, you come for me too." You say, reaching for his stomach with one hand and fondling your own boob with other for his own consumption. Jungkook always liked seeing you play with them.
"Yeah, you're so sexy like that," he says, even picking up his speed higher.
Soon, he was cumming with a pained groan, and you didn't expect to cum a second time the same time he did.
Another gush of slickness slides down your pussy while Jungkook pulled out completely. But he was putting it in again a second later, rubbing his dick against your core. You sigh, partly at the sensitivity but also how pleasurable it all still felt even though you've come twice now in the span of almost what? – thirty minutes? Maybe an hour?
"Pretty fucking pussy you've got here, baby," Jungkook says before pushing his cum back into you, making you cry out. "Never gonna get enough of this. Of you."
You whimpered, clinging to his forearms as he continued his actions.
"Cum for me one more time?" He asks, staring deeply into your eyes.
And you couldn't possibly do that. Coming twice was not at all what you envisioned your night to be, thrice was a heart attack. But at the same time, you couldn't really resist his pleading eyes and his deep voice and his still hard cock pushing his creampie deeper into you.
So you nod your head, and Jungkook leans down to swipe the strand of hairs that sprouted all over your face overtime, wet on the hairline from your sweat, just before he slides his cock all the way in again, repeating that in and out routine, the slamming and the bottoming out, the quickening oh his pace and your toes curling once again that impeded your orgasm for the third time that night.
When you finished, exhausted and spent the fuck out, Jungkook laid on your boobs and kissed all over, playing with one of your nipples in his other hand. You were flat on the bed, dead weight, looking up at the ceiling and closing your eyes to cool yourself from what had just happened.
"Okay, that's enough, Kook, we gotta clean up." You say, massaging the soft curls on the top of his head.
He only let out a non-committal hum.
"Jungkook."
"Yes, baby?"
"Enough sex. I'm fried." You say, pulling his hair slightly to make him look up at you. But that was a bad decision of course 'cause he only seemed to enjoy the teasing.
"Just saying hello to these amazing boobs of yours." You rolled your eyes at his retort, nonetheless accepting it.
"Thanks, I guess."
Eventually, Jungkook stopped being clingy and finally found the will to fetch a wet rag from the bathroom. He cleaned you up and and you didn't bother dressing up except the panties you asked him to get for you. Soon after that, you cuddle together in bed.
"Hey," Jungkook suddenly whispers behind you, fingers massaging your hip, mouth press to your head. You hum. "I think we should do that more."
You try to look over your shoulder. "What? The sex?" you say, chuckling.
Jungkook pinches your hip. "Yeah, I told you we should have sex everyday. But that's not the point, I meant the sixty-nine."
"Well, first of all, having sex everyday is physically not possible," you roll your eyes though he couldn't see. "Second, I enjoyed that position, too. A little bit distracting, but definitely really enjoyable."
Jungkook agrees. "I think you just gave me the best blowjob of my life, if you wanna know."
"Really?" you confirmed, smiling up at him.
"Almost nutted when you sucked my head."
You chuckle, slapping his chest and roll your eyes again for how many times now?
"No but seriously…" Jungkook suddenly turns, indeed, serious. But he's still smiling, though, just a little less playful with his tone. "What was with you tonight? Did you finish that essay?"
Oh god, your essay. Right.
You feel your cheeks heat up a little remembering how you were basically thirsting over him him a while ago. And for no reason too.
Despite cringing internally, you shrug. "No, not really, but submission's two days from now and I just wanted to kiss you, I guess."
That made Jungkook's smile even bigger. He doesn't say anything more but only scoots even closer to your neck, kissing your hair.
"Hm, I always wanna kiss you too, and I do. But I love it when you ask for it."
You think you'll start doing it more, too.
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eggluverz · 7 months
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WE REALLY WERE TIMELESS
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PAIRING. dan heng x gn!reader (also dan feng x reader ig!)
WORD COUNT. 3,722
SUMMARY. dan heng does not want to remember his previous reincarnation, but there is one part he doesn't want to let go of forever— you.
SOF'S NOTE. i was listening to taylor swift's timeless and thinking about how much i love dan heng...and this was born :3 i love him sm and i def feel like love with dan heng could transcend all lifetimes <3 pls enjoy if ur a fellow dh lover :>
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Dan Feng was many things. Cold and ruthless, some said. A merciless killer, said others. Revered and powerful, was the more popular and favorable opinion. But, what most people seemed to wipe from their memories was that he was also a lover.
A lover to you, at least. You, and only you. 
His days as the Imbibitor Lunae were long and laborious. He lead countless battles to destroy threats and rescued Xianzhou fleets from annihilation. 
Dan Feng was used to spending long periods away from home, but when he returned, he knew he would at least be greeted by you. 
Occasionally, you were there fighting alongside him. Capable and strong. But most of the time, you preferred using your strengths to continue studying and advancing medicine. You were compassionate and knowledgeable, and you wanted to help your injured allies rather than cause more destruction.
His favorite moments with you involved the little leisure time he had between battles when he was able to stay in his residence with you, wrapped in your embrace. 
Dan Feng, proud member of the High-Cloud Quintet, was left speechless and in awe at the sight of you. Those nights you spent together were filled with both heat and passion, and attention and love. Every moment he spent with you was intentional; he never took those times for granted. 
Of course, those times couldn’t last. 
Be it his selfishness, his arrogance, his drive to help his friend—he lost you. Not because you shunned him or turned him away, but simply because he was forced to reincarnate and locked away without the ability to say even a simple goodbye. 
His love, lost in the blink of an eye. And he may never see you again. 
Now, as Dan Heng, he was almost in denial when Jing Yuan informed him you forcibly reincarnated as soon as you heard the news of the Sedation of Inhibitor Lunae and slipped away from the Xianzhou Luofu. 
What were you to Dan Heng? Dan Feng was no longer here and Dan Heng did not want to claim his past. 
Imbibitor Lunae was not him. Renowned member of the High-Cloud Quintet was not him. 
But when Jing Yuan spoke your name, memories of his previous life rushed through him. If he didn’t acknowledge his past, would that mean you had no chance of ever being his again?
Dan Heng had no attachment to the name Jing Yuan. Yingxian no longer held special meaning either. He didn’t want it to. But hearing your name stirred something in him. It caused a battle between past and present. And the present was winning until he walked along the streets of Penacony. 
An intense shiver shot through his veins and the hairs on the back of his arm stood up. You were here.
He knew it. He felt it. Dan Heng didn’t know where exactly, but your presence was so powerful, it was something he couldn’t ignore. He wasn’t strong enough to. 
You were his first and only romantic love— A love he thought would be eternal until he got reincarnated. The draw to you was so intense he found himself wandering the wide pathways filled with Gothic buildings until he felt the call was satiated. 
It wasn’t completely gone, but he felt more relaxed. More at peace. 
Dan Heng notice his body stopped in front of a library with a square roof and he immediately entered the building. The interior was filled with rows of bookshelves and large tables, busy with scholars and those here for leisurely reasons alike.
Despite all that, Dan Heng knew where you were right as he laid eyes on you. 
You were half-hidden by piles of books as you took notes on a blank sheet of paper. You sat straight on the chair and briefly put your pen down when you noticed his staring. Your gaze met his as your eyes darted around the room. 
When they landed on Dan Heng, you tilted your head to the side as he watched you, but you showed no signs of recognition. 
His stomach churned. Of course you wouldn’t recognize him. You had reincarnated soon after Dan Feng did. Your past life was gone, your memories were gone, and he didn’t even know if your name was still the one that was so familiar on his lips. 
With an inquisitive look on your face, you beckoned him over. He was surprised that you acknowledged him so overtly, but if you were anything like your past self, he shouldn’t be too shocked. 
Dan Heng wondered if he should turn around and leave. Did he want to pretend he didn’t see you? Pretend that your fates weren’t inextricably linked? 
His heart felt like it was being torn out of his chest as he turned away, ready to go on as if this never occurred so he could continue his life as Dan Heng with no ties to the previous Imbibitor Lunae. He began walking out of the library, shoving his feelings down deep to hide them away for good. 
The cold outside air hit his face as he opened the door. It felt damp out—as if it were raining. 
Dan Heng touched the wet drops on his face before he realized it wasn’t rain. It was his tears. 
It pained him more than he cared to admit. His past love was here and he was going to throw it away before he even had another chance. He grit his teeth and clenched his fists, nails digging into his palms so deep it hurt the flesh. But it had nothing on the pain his heart was feeling. 
He couldn’t do it, he realized. He couldn’t severe the bond from his past completely— Dan Heng couldn’t severe his bond with you. He’d lose a part of himself he wasn’t even aware he still had. 
The muscles in his body screamed as he entered the library once more, this time walking straight to you instead of basking in hesitation. You looked confused as you stared up at him, probably wondering why he ignored you, left, and came back all in the span of one minute.
“Hi there! Can I help you?” 
Dan Heng instantly froze at your words. He yearned for the familiarity; a sense of comfort washed over him at your simple acknowledgement. 
But it didn’t look like you knew who he was. There wasn’t an ounce of recognition on your face even as he stood closer. 
It’s me. Do you remember? he wanted to ask. The desire to reach out and grab your hand, touch your face, was strong enough to make his heart pound. But he refrained. If you didn’t know who he was, it might frighten you if he did that. And discomfort was the last thing Dan Heng wanted to make you feel.  
You laughed nervously, letting out a single cough to fill the silence. 
Dan Heng, realizing he hadn’t said a word, quickly scanned the books you had stacked up. They were books on medicine and the evolution of healthcare. He tried to find something relevant to say.
“I almost gave someone CPR once.”
You blinked slowly, a small and uncertain smile on your face. “That’s great! I think…” For a moment, you considered what he said. “I supposed it’s not great if someone was in a situation where they needed CPR. But it is great you were willing to help.”
Dan Heng nodded, glad his plan went well. 
“Why did they need CPR? If you don’t mind me asking.”
“We found them unconscious. They had a weak heartbeat and pulse so I wanted to make sure they stayed alive.” 
You took in this information, looking slightly impressed. “Typically, we start CPR when there’s no pulse, but if the individual begins gasping for breathe, it’s usually a good sign to start CPR.” 
“I see.”
The two of you fell into a long silence before you gently cleared your throat. 
“Is that all you had to say?” you asked. Dan Heng suspected you didn’t exactly buy that he wanted to talk to you solely about CPR. “Earlier, when you were looking at me, you had a strange look on your face. It looked like you recognized me.” 
Dan Heng stilled. 
You clasped your hands together on top of the table, leaning forward almost conspiratorially. “Do I know you?”
His breathing quickened at the prospect of you remembering your past with him. 
“Maybe from a birthday party as a kid? Or did we go to the same school?” 
Dan Heng’s face dropped. “Oh. No.” 
You hummed in thought.
“You…might know me, though.” 
Curiously, you raised your brows at his vague response. He wondered if he should stop himself, but he wanted to tell you about your past life. Maybe then you would remember him. 
But would that be a good idea? Would it work in the first place? 
Dan Heng didn’t know. 
He felt impulsive but he needed to talk to you more. “I can explain more, but can we go outside first?” 
You craned your neck to the side, considering your options. He knew what he asked of you was something ridiculous in the eyes of a stranger. To stop what you were doing, take time out of your day, and follow this man you had only just spoken to with no explanation. 
It was wishful thinking to expect a yes. 
Yet somehow, you always managed to surprise him. “Of course. Let me just return these books.” 
Dan Heng tried to hide how pleased he was as he patiently waited for you to turn the books back into the librarian. He offered to help you carry them, but you managed to gather the heavy stack into your arms in its entirety. 
“Now I’m ready,” you said with a smile, eyes studying him in wonder. You looked confused, but you didn’t seem concerned. Perhaps something inside of you also sensed familiarity. “Do you want to see the stars with me?” 
He nodded and you led him to a clear, grassy spot away from the town. The grass was tall and green, pastel wildflowers growing amongst the landscape. You smoothed down your clothes and sat on the soft ground. Dan Heng sat next to you, careful to respect your personal space and keep a slight distance. 
He took in the scenery of the night before he saw you gazing at the stars. He quickly followed suit, tilting his head back.
Moments of tranquil silence passed by before he asked, “Do you know what I am?”
You didn’t miss a beat, almost as if you were expecting that question to come. “You appear human, but your presence doesn’t feel as so.”
“Much like you, correct?” he countered. “A Vidyadhara.”
You touched your head instinctively, the place where your horns should be. With wide eyes, you hastily put your arms back against your sides. 
Dan Heng raised his brow. 
“I thought my appearance had changed suddenly,” you said with a nervous laugh. 
He shook his head. “I’m sorry to cause such alarm. You don’t need to worry; you still appear human as well.” 
“It’s not as if I’m trying to pretend I’m not a Vidyadhara,” you explained, “it’s just easier to live here and be unnoticed with this appearance.” You looked away from the starry sky and turned to face Dan Heng. “And you— Why do you choose to appear human?” 
“I refuse to pay for the sins of my past reincarnation. It’s not me,” he said, voice tense. “That’s not who I am.” 
“You remember your past reincarnation?” you asked, your body perking up. Embarrassed by your eagerness, you stilled. “Sorry. That’s insensitive. There must be a reason you don’t want to remember. Sometimes, I just can’t help but wish I did.” 
The corners of Dan Heng’s mouth tilted upward. “Don’t be sorry. I don’t care for my past…except for one particular detail.” 
You shifted your position to sit with your legs folded over the other. You didn’t say anything, instead letting him speak as he felt comfortable.
“Maybe one particular person is more accurate.” 
Your eyes closed as you breathed deeply, the wind blowing around the two of you as if creating a bubble from the rest of the world. In deep concentration, you changed into your normal Vidyadhara form. Your ears were pointed, regal horns emerged from the top of your head, and you looked taller as your tail appeared underneath you. 
Expectantly, you looked at him. 
Dan Heng hesitated, but soon followed suit. He felt his body change to the one of his past as he revealed his true form to you. 
“Am I the person in your past?” you asked slowly, examining everything from his turquoise horns and dark hair, to his long tail landing in a semi-circle around you. 
He smiled to himself. Attentive as always, he thought. Lifetimes had passed, the galaxies never stopped moving, yet you were just as he remembered. Your experiences may have been different, as did the environment you grew up in, but at your core, you were still thoughtful, caring, and intelligent. No matter the reincarnation, you were still you— His beloved. 
A conflicted look formed on his face as that thought. Dan Heng was getting ahead of himself. He wasn’t Dan Feng. You couldn’t be his. 
You didn’t let his lack of response deter you, instead staring up at him with a hopeful gaze. “I’m sorry if that’s too personal of me to ask. It’s only… Something about you just feels safe and warm.”
His tail swayed back and forth. You felt it too?
“But you’re a stranger in this life, as far as I know,” you said with small laugh. “So why do you seem so familiar? Perhaps it means in my previous, you weren’t so strange.”
Dan Heng noticed his tail getting closer to your body before he managed to sway it the other way. You bumped yours against his mischievously. He jolted in surprise, both at the sudden touch of his tail—which he hadn’t felt in years and years—but also the small spark running through him at the point of contact. 
You bristled as well. “What was that?”
“I am not sure either.”
For a moment, you were lost in your thoughts. He wondered what you were thinking as your eyes swirled, looking more captivating than any galaxy he has ever seen. Your elegant horns looked as if they were glowing against the night sky and he wanted to reach out and feel them like he used to. One of your sensitive spots, he remembered. 
“I felt something when our tails brushed,” you said slowly, thinking your words through. “It wasn’t much, but it felt like a glimpse of my previous life. Do you think I can touch you more?”
Dan Heng absolutely did not mind if you touched him. Anywhere—for that matter. But he figured what was visible would be safest for the time being. He bowed his head, offering his horns to start with. “As you wish.”
You smiled brightly and his heart fluttered. He felt deep down he would do anything for you. Even confront his past life. And he vowed that what he didn’t do in his past life—spend enough time with you before it was too late—he would do in this. If only you allowed him. 
Reaching out, your gaze was fixed on his tall horns. You started with a careful touch to the tip and ran your fingers down to where his horns branched out. Heat and cold were both searing through his body at the touch and he was certain from your expression you felt the same. Your hands trailed down his face, feeling the point of his ears and resting on his cheek. 
Whether it was from the pain of the intensity coursing through you or whether it was because you were remembering your past life, Dan Heng saw tears rolling down your cheeks. 
He brought his hand up to you to wipe them away, but stopped right before he could touch your skin. “May I?” 
You nodded, a light sniffle coming from you and Dan Heng yearned to be of comfort. 
He started with a light brush of his thumb to gather the wetness on your face, gently wiping it off. Then, same as you did to him, he felt the elongation of your ears and ran hs fingers from the base of your horns to the very top. They were just as smooth as he remembered and he felt you tremble at the touch. He smiled. They were still also as sensitive as ever. 
“Are any memories resurfacing for you?” he said quietly. 
Your eyes were squeezed shut yet tears still leaked from them. It took a while for your to respond, overwhelmed by all the emotions, but eventually you managed to ask, “Is it… Dan Feng?”
“Dan Heng now,” he gently corrected. “I don‘t go by that name anymore.”
At that confirmation, you cried even more, jumping into his arms and burying your face in his chest. 
“It‘s been so long,” you said in exasperation, your words mixed with sniffles. “The Sedation— We didn’t even get to say goodbye!” You paused, removing yourself from his chest and looking up at him. “Rather, I didn’t get to say goodbye to Dan Feng. But with you here, maybe now I can.”
He nodded in understanding. His ending was so abrupt. Due to his own hubris and for the life of his closest friend, he ended up sacrificing himself. And in the long run, he learned he even sacrificed you. Dan Heng would never treat your relationship with him so casually again. He should’ve showed you it was the top priority in his life. 
Dan Heng watched in silence as you closed your eyes and whispered under your breath. He didn’t fully understand what you were saying, but he allowed you to have your private moment and say your goodbyes. He said goodbye to the past you as well—a right that was also stripped away from him as he was forced into reincarnation without second thought. Anger rose in his cheeks at those who took that away from him. From you. But it died down. Ultimately, what Dan Feng did wasn’t a part of him now. Maybe the person he is today wouldn’t have agreed with those past actions in the first place. 
Moments turned into minutes and minutes turned to hours before you finally opened your eyes and looked at him. Your gaze was clearer, as if it was truly him—Dan Heng—you were seeing. 
You smiled wistfully, hand gently stroking the spine of his tail. “I may have said goodbye to Dan Feng, but, at your core, the Dan Heng in front of me still feels like the man I love.”
He hummed in thought. He understood exactly what you were feeling. “Your core is the same too,” he said, his palm resting on your chest where your heart was beating. “You’re someone I will always love. And I’m sorry it took me so long to find you.”
Your face broke into an expression of sadness and Dan Heng felt his heart tightened. 
“I’m sorry I, as Dan Feng, left you. I’m sorry I couldn’t be with you until the end.”
You shook your head, trying to force a happy look on your face. “No, it’s okay. You didn’t leave me. You were taken and punished and I couldn’t say goodbye. But I forgive you.”
“Why? I valued my power and my friend’s life and, ultimately, was selfish and didn’t consider the impact on yours. There are so many reasons I don’t want to hold onto my past. But if being here with you means facing it, I will.”
You sighed, a small, sad chuckle escaping your lips. “You see someone selfish and arrogant, but I see a kind and selfless soul who wanted his friend to be there with him forever.”
Dan Heng thought back in shame of the Blade he met on Luofu. 
“Our pasts are linked, but so are our presents,” you said, lifting his chin up. “You’re not Dan Feng anymore, are you?”
He nodded firmly. 
You smiled in acceptance. “You’re not exactly my first love, Dan Feng, but I have a feeling I’ll like this Dan Heng person even more, anyway.”
His body immediately warmed and he wanted to melt into your touch. You were always so kind, so thoughtful. Dan Feng may have messed up and got the two of you separated, but he would never. 
“In our last life and this life, and if we have even more to come, we will always find each other,” he vowed. 
You touched your forehead to his before leaning in for a kiss. He met your lips as if he were securing a promise. A promise not to leave you again, a promise he was really here, and a promise he still loved you. There was so much he had to learn about your new life—and you, his. But Dan Heng was certain it’d only make him love you more. 
He had gone through the betrayal of a friend, the betrayal of a nation, and death and exile from the very place he once called home, but no pain compared to that of losing you. And now that he found you again, he didn’t want to make the same mistakes as his past reincarnation. 
You placed your hand on his cheek and deepened the kiss, breaking him out of his thoughts. Your hand was warm against the cool air of the night. Dan Heng ran his hand down to your waist and wrapped around to rest on the small of your back. He pushed you closer to him, wanting to feel your body against his. The heat emanated through the fabric of your clothes and the faint smell of wildflowers and vanilla filled his senses. It was a familiar scent he had always loved. 
He smiled into the kiss and you moved closer, draping a leg around his hip. Dan Heng didn’t ever want to let you go, but he knew he had nothing to fear. Now he knew the strength of your bond—how the draw to each other could withstand lifetimes. 
Not even time itself could separate you from him. 
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mydearesthrry · 8 months
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sweet nothing - h.s.
a/n: TOTALLY LOST THE PLOT WHILE WRITING THIS. IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE BASED OFF OF THE PICTURE BELOW BUT I GOT DISTRACTED. pls listen to sweet nothing by taylor swift for the full experience!!!
🎀 warnings/cw: none, most tooth rotting fluff ever.
🐇 pairing: fem!reader x harry styles
💐 wc: 1.6k
summary: taking care of a very sleepy harry in an ice bath, and in the car.
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“H, the bath is ready, bub.” Harry heard his girlfriend call quietly to him. He was slumped on the couch, this show particularly draining. He was quieter than usual, and instead of being glued to Y/N’s side like he usually was, he let one kiss to her full lips suffice before he decided to rest. 
“Mm, thank you, lovie. I’ll… I’ll be there in a second, jus’ don’t have the energy to go there right now.” His limbs were sore, almost every part of his body completely lost of energy, and he found it hard to even entertain the thought of getting up. 
“Okay… y’know what, just let me help you, H. The faster we get you into this bath, the faster we can go back to the hotel so you can sleep.” He knew she was right, and because he knew she was right, he allowed her to help (though not really at all since he already had felt bad that she ran the ice bath for him) him get to the bathroom. They walked slowly to the connected bathroom, Harry walking zombie-like in her arms. 
“Ready, sweet boy?” She tried to be as quiet as possible, the fact that Harry probably had a headache in the front of her mind. He nodded softly, stripping down to his boxers before letting her help him balance as he stepped into the bath. 
A wince immediately left him, Y/N whispering out ‘I’m sorry’s, knowing how shocking the bath was at first. She lowered herself with him, and sat on the floor next to the bucket when he sat down, submersing himself fully. 
“Okay bubs, y’know we’ve gotta do this so you don’t fall asleep on me. You ready?” Y/N says, pulling out her phone to pull up the trivia questions she’d pre written for the late night ice bath trivia that had become a tradition for them. Harry hums, and she flips to her notes to start. 
“Pick the category, my love. We’ve got pop culture, or the Marvel Cinematic Universe.” She asked, looking up at him, heart breaking a little at the exhausted expression that was obvious on his face. 
“Marvel.” He mumbles, sinking himself lower until his neck up was the only part of his body above water. 
“Okay… Timer officially starts now. Who played the character Pietro Maximoff, also known as Quicksilver?” Her tone was soft, almost at a whisper. 
“Umm… Aaron Taylor Johnson?” Harry questioned, racking his brain to try his hardest to stay awake. His body had now gotten used to the stark cold that he’d slowly started to get used to over the times he’s done this on tour. 
“Good job, baby. What was the name of Peter Parker’s love interest in Spider-Man: Homecoming? This one should be easy, it’s one of my favorite movies.” She giggled, a serene sense of peace overcoming her at the domesticity of it all. 
“It is easy, she’s called Liz, right? Liz Allan, or something.” His eyes were now closed, feeling the tension in his body slowly disintegrate from the cold of the water. 
“Perfect! Though the both of us know that Peter and MJ were the better couple, they were entirely more in love and cuter.” She smiled. 
“Oh, really? Like us then, hm?” Harry hummed. 
“Yes, H, exactly like us.” A few more questions had passed, and Lloyd had now come to join them in the bathroom, his camera hung around his neck. They’d anticipated him coming anyway, knowing that he would come to snap some behind the scenes pictures. Before they’d even left to go to his dressing room, they’d told Lloyd when to come in so that he could come talk to them. 
“Hey guys, sorry for intruding, but I need one of you to pick a few pictures for tonight so I can get them edited by tomorrow.” Lloyd tried to keep his voice quiet too, knowing the kind of atmosphere he was entering before he even came to meet the two in the bathroom. 
“Oh yeah, of course, did you want some pictures too?” Harry smiled, a tired but polite look on his face. Harry had built a great relationship with Lloyd over the months that they’ve been on tour, and they’d gotten more comfortable with each other than they’d anticipated. 
“Only if you’re comfortable, H.” Lloyd smiled. Y/N and Lloyd talked for a second, scrolling through pictures and picking out a few for him to edit. The time they took allowed Harry to rest in the cold for a little, before pushing himself up and folding over, dipping his head into the ice cold water. He could faintly hear Lloyd’s footsteps move to the front of the tub, along with the flicking of the camera shutter going off as he lifted his head out of the tub, ringing out his hair from the nape of his neck to the front of his scalp. 
A couple more flutters from the camera shutters were heard when Harry was rubbing his eyes with the pruny tips of his fingers, and he failed to see the smile on Lloyd’s face. 
Lloyd pulled the camera from his eyes, looking at the digital screen that held a preview of the picture. In the corner, slightly blurred because of the harsh focus that was set on Harry in the center, say Y/N with a soft smile playing on her lips, a moony gaze in her eyes. He made a mental note to send it to them later, and to also crop her out in the final edit in an attempt to salvage their private relationship. 
“Perfect. I’ll let you two rest now, think I’m gonna head to the hotel now myself. Sleep well, you guys, I’ll send you the pictures in the morning.” Lloyd smiles at them, sharing goodnights before closing the door behind him as he walked out. 
Harry’s now damp hair was combed back by his fingers and rested on the top of his head, save for the rogue curl that shriveled in a tiny curl on his forehead. Y/N rested her arms on the side of the tub, a gleam in her eyes as she watched Harry’s relaxed expression. Her timer, however, had different plans for the relaxed couple, and went off with shrill screams, notifying them that it was now time for Harry to leave the bath. 
“Alright sweet boy, time to go.” She tapped on her screen to stop the ringing, standing up to grab his black and white striped towel. She met him in the middle, her boyfriend already standing on the towel that laid outside of the tub, water droplets falling from his body in a soft cascade, small shivers shaking his shoulders slightly. Wrapping the towel around his shoulders, she pushes herself up onto her tiptoes to meet the level of his face, pecking soft kisses onto his cold lips. They stayed in that position for a bit, waiting for Harry’s skin to absorb the rest of the small water droplets. 
She led him with a soft tug to the main space in the dressing room, taking the outfit she’d gotten ready for him while he was on stage from the makeup chair and placed it onto the couch. Leaning down a bit, she took the towel to let him remove his now soaked briefs, before passing him a pair of boxers, tossing his towel onto the back of the couch. She passed him his clothes as he dressed himself slowly, humming at the words of love and admiration he sleepily spewed out. Once he got his last article of clothing on, she took his hoodie strings into her hands and tugged it down softly, making him lean down a bit to meet her lips. 
Their lips connected in a soft caress, his bottom lip wedges in between her two lips, a sweet hum emitting from his throat from the taste of her coconut flavored chapstick, one that was his favorite. Something that could only be described as love seemed to fill the room whenever they had these kinds of moments. Moments that was completely and purely their own. 
They broke away from the kiss, and when Harry went to say something, a yawn cut him off, mouth opening wide making him resemble something of a lion, making a giggle fall from her slightly swollen lips. “Let’s get you into a bed, sleepy boy.” 
“M’kay.” Harry didn’t put up a fight, wanting to get into bed with her to snuggle more than anything. 
They walked through the halls of the venue, pushing through the back door where their driver was already waiting for them, engine started and purring softly. Y/N opens the back car door, stepping in and moving to the side since she knew Harry would follow her. The driver muttered that it would take them about 5 to 10 minutes to get to the hotel before taking off without another word. 
Y/N snapped her seatbelt on, a confused twinge on her face when she didn’t see Harry do the same. Instead, he scooted over to the middle seat, laying into her sleepily. “H, you gotta put on your seatbelt.” 
“Noooo, s’not even that far, and I jus’ wan’ y’to hold me right now.” He mumbled, slightly muffled from the way he burrowed his face into her neck. She sighed in slight exasperation, saying nothing and just letting him completely collapse and rest into her. He was almost laying completely in her lap, her hand in his hair, a soft smile playing on her lips as she looked out the window and into the city. 
She let out a tiny giggle when she felt the slight tickle of stubble on her neck, followed by sweet kisses on the expanse of it. “I love you, love y’so much, it hurts.” 
“I love you, H.” She intertwined their fingers together, bringing up his hand to her mouth and pressing featherlight kisses onto his knuckles. 
“I love you,” Harry whined, making the smallest of smiles cover her face since knew how clingy and lovey Harry got when he was tired. She tried to relish in these moments as much as possible. 
“I love you, sweet boy, the Peter Parker to my Michelle Jones.” A sweet giggle sounded from Harry as he remembered the conversation from earlier. 
“Entirely in love and cute. I agree.” 
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velvetsainz · 4 months
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summary: [ cl16 x fem!reader ] charles is in maranello but that doesn't mean he can't help. part one.
word count: 1.3k
content warnings: smut under the cut (minors dni pls!), porn with a dash of plot, use of explicit language, phone/skype sex, masturbation, toys, overstimulation, praise kink, google-translated french (kay strikes again), fluff, i still really like em dashes
a/n: part twooooooooo! (you can totally read this before part i—this is just a sister smutlet ;) ) i've been really pleased with the response to part i, so i was super duper motivated to get this cranked out for you guys. there's mentions to previous encounters, and i'm very tempted to flesh those out in the future along with the allusions to future events. anyways, eat up! enjoy, loves! xx
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You could be a tease, but Charles Leclerc was a bigger one.  
“Charles, I swear to God that—”
“That what, chérie? Hm?,” he asked as he quirked an eyebrow to you, waiting for you to answer as he watched over the Skype call.  You let out a frustrated sigh, sinking back into the bed and allowing your thighs to relax once more.
“So impatient, mon ange…,” he chided, hand working slowly, lazily over his length.  You were on the doorstep of your climax when he’d suddenly cut the power to the delicious little bullet in your hand.  He’d been teasing you for a solid thirty minutes now, listening to soft moans and needy whines as he built you up before allowing your orgasm to recede away once more.
You scoffed, brow furrowing and lid heavy with need.  “Well yes, but-but–,” you stammered as you tried to think of some good reason why you just needed to come.  You couldn’t—no reason that would be particularly compelling when he was like this.
As much as you enjoyed your games with your fiancé, your thighs were beginning to cramp and you swore you were going to have to change the sheets now, too.
You’d gotten on your usual Wednesday night call, mood worse than usual.  It’d been a long day and you were just ready to put it all behind you, bury yourself in the fluffy duvet of your shared bed, and scroll TikTok aimlessly for a few hours to allow yourself the time to rot in peace.
Charles, on the other hand, had other ideas.  If he’d been there, he’d have happily buried his head between your legs until you couldn’t put together a coherent thought and the tension had melted from your shoulders and jaw.  Seeing as he was in Maranello, though, he had to find another way to get you in a better headspace.
Enter: the vibrator.
Well, a remote-controlled bullet.  One that he could control with an app on his phone, the bastard. Some men found toys in the bedroom to be a competitor, but the Monégasque saw them as an accomplice of sorts; they were friends, not enemies.
In the moment, though, the little fucker sure as hell seemed like an enemy to you.
“Please, baby,” you whined for him, pouting with glossy eyes to the camera, “you already know it’s been a long day.”
Charles hummed, taking pity on you as he turned the vibe on once more to a low-power setting. You took a stunted breath, eyes closing as pleasure rolled through you once again.  The sound went straight to his cock, angry red in his hand as precum leaked over the vice grip he held it in.
“Thankyouthankyouthankyou,” you whimpered fervently as the toy kicked up another speed, sending you careening towards your climax.
“I wish I could be there, chérie,” he coaxed as he watched you start panting once again, breaths coming in stuttering bursts with whines trapped in the back of your throat. “J'adore entendre tous ces jolis sons, ma jolie,” Charles purred, pulling a particularly pitiful moan from you. He laughed as he ticked the power up another notch, “Oui—juste comme ça, chérie.”
You could feel your orgasm coming at you hot and fast, mouth falling open as your hips dug into the soft material of the mattress.  A tear spilled from the corner of your eye at the sheer sting of need coming into full view, one of your hands planting hard into the bed beside you as your eyes rolled back in reflex.
“Charles, please, I-I-I—”
“C’est bon, minette,” he soothed, his own desire starting to rear its head, “Let go—let it all go for me, mm?” He set the devilish little toy onto full blast, and you didn’t wait for him to rethink his offer.
You babbled half-coherently as something melted in the pit of your belly, washing over your senses until your ears rang and your legs buzzed.  You could feel your sweat pooling in the small of your back as loose strands of hair stuck to your forehead and neck from the matching sheen that covered them, and your partner had turned the bullet to its lowest power setting to nurse you through the aftershocks that rocked your hips.  You were well and truly dripping at this point, a small wet spot forming under you on the white sheets. You really should have put down a towel before you got yourself into this mess.
But with no warning, as you basked in the afterglow of a much-needed orgasm, the toy went into full power once more.  Your eyes shot open and hips jolted away from the sensation as you looked to the screen after a moment of realization.  “Baby, no, I–t-too sensiti—,” you started to whimper to Charles as you heard the sounds of his own pleasure growing more prominent.
“Yes, mon ange,” he said firmly, hazel eyes dark with pleasure, “Just one more—I know you can.”  He watches as your brow furrows once more and your hand disappears between your legs once again.  Never did he ever think he could be so jealous of a fucking hand.
You mewled as you fought the stuttering of your hips each time you pressed the toy to your already-aching clit.  Still, in no time you were there once again, and Charles cursed and muttered under his breath as he watched the show you put on for him.
“Merde—”
“Such a good girl, yes—”
“Going to fuck you so good—”
“Fuck…fuck—”
He grunted your name once more and came with a growl, jaw slack as he spilled over the fist that held him so tightly. Meanwhile, you were coming down with glazed eyes and parted lips, breathing hard as you let out a quiet “fuck.”
“Oui,” Charles agreed teasingly as his head dropped back behind him lazily.
Toy discarded onto the bed next to you, you rolled onto your side to face him on the video call. “Why do you have to work so far away sometimes?,” you grumbled rhetorically, pouting as your body pooled in one of his old t-shirts and your breathing started to match something more normal.  Your body had lost the tension it had been carrying, those dual orgasms working to relieve the stress you’d felt when you’d started the call.  Still, a toy was a poor replacement for the man on the other side of the call, and you wanted him there with you more than you’d wanted that first orgasm.  You hated making him feel bad about being away, but damn did you need to be fucked within an inch of your life right about now.
He tsked softly, lifting his head once more to see your pout.  “I know, mon cœur,” he nodded, adjusting the lid of his laptop to angle more towards his face, “but if I didn’t come to Maranello, I wouldn’t get anything done. We’d be like bunny rabbits—like Corsica.”
Memories of that trip came back, causing your tummy to flip at thought.  You really had fucked like rabbits on that trip, and no surface was safe from the fury of your shared lust. Nothing was sacred and anywhere that had just enough privacy was good enough for one to start tormenting the other with their fingers…their lips…their—
“I don’t see why that’s a problem,” you teased back, smile finding your lips once more as you shrugged your shoulders nonchalantly.  One elbow helped prop your head up while the other hand rested between the soft skin of your thighs.
“My sunburn disagreed,” Charles chuckled as you found yourself laughing with him.  “I looked like a…a—what’s the word? Homard?”
“Lobster?,” you chimed in with a smirk as you remembered just how red he’d been. You swore you‘d slather a metric shit ton of aloe on him during that holiday. The way he’d keep you warm in the cold showers, though…
“Yes, a lobster,” he sighed, dropping his head into his hands at the thought.  “Chérie, it hurt so bad—and Carlos wouldn’t wouldn’t stop laughing at me in the paddock in Spa!”
“But you would taste wonderful dipped in butter!”
“You are an idiot, chérie.”
“And knowing that, you still wanted me to be your wife.  So who’s the bigger idiot in this equation, baby?”
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smileysuh · 1 year
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ice cold, cabin fever - part 1
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🌙 staring. Seungcheol & Mingyu x afab!Reader
🔮 preview. "come on, let’s just go back to snakes and ladders and you can pretend we’re not snowed in with no firewood and a dude you hate locked in the bathroom."
cw/ tw. threesome, daddy issues, mean/tsundere cheol, wet dreams, spanking, marking, dirty talk, choking, unprotected sex, pain kink, dacryphilia, breast play, praise, degradation, fingering, oral, hand job, blow job, multiple orgasms, overstim, edging, orgasm denial, manhandling, size kink, cumplay, finger sucking, spit roasting, hair pulling, voyeurism, I petnames. (hers) princess, bitch, whore, baby (s.coups) cheol, douche, dick, daddy (mingyu) gyu.
👹 rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 25.9k
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☀️ mlist + an. so when I tell you I know practically nothing about skiing... also, the recent soop episodes have been giving gyucheol and jihan and I'm dying. I other inspo: 🙂 🙂 🙂 I pls note. this fic has so much dialogue, it exceeds the number of paragraphs allowed in a tumblr post, so it will be split into 2 parts posted at the same time I read the whole thing in one post + the bonus by subscribing to my patreon and clicking here
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Prologue: 
“You guys aren’t going to believe this,” Jeonghan says as he enters the main area of the flat he shares with his brother and two best friends.
Three sets of eyes turn to him, and it’s Joshua who takes a shot in the dark and asks, “Did you get chlamydia again?”
“Aish, fuck off,” Jeonghan picks up a pillow to launch at his brother, “I just got off the phone with mom you idiot.”
“Ouch, since when are you telling mommy about your STI results?” Seungcheol teases, earning himself a pillow as well, that he easily bats out of the air.
“Tell us,” Mingyu urges seriously, “what did your mom say?”
“Only that our new step-sister decided to join us for the destination wedding, super last minute,” Jeonghan explains, taking a seat next to the youngest and sweetest of his friends.
“Did your mom tell her that they already gave up the cabin?” Seungcheol’s heart drops to his stomach, thoughts of powdered snow and skiing swirling on the periphery of his mind.
“Fuck if I know,” Jeonghan shrugs. “She sounds like a bit of a bitch if I’m being honest- sorry Gyu, but it looks like you’ll be giving up your bed.”
“We’re sharing a cabin with her?” The maknae’s jaw drops.
“Well she’s definitely not staying with us,” Joshua stiffens in his seat, “I don’t know what weird step-sibling porn you’re into Gyu, but we’re not that kind of family.”
“Listen,” Seungcheol leans forward, eager to keep the peace, “none of us have met her before- but your mom really likes her dad- let’s just hope she’s as nice as he is… I really doubt she’s a bitch. If it comes down to it, I can give up my bed, there’s a pullout in the cabin too, right? We’ll make it work.”
The glances all four men exchange betray how unsure they all are, and Seungcheol only wishes he was as positive as he makes himself out to be. 
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1: Thursday - Arrival
“Y/n! You made it!” your dad’s excitement should be contagious, but as you haul your suitcase into the lobby of the ski resort, you’re much too exhausted to mirror his attitude.
In fact, you’d bet you look exactly how you feel; done with this vacation before it’s even started.
Despite this, you accept the hug from your dad, trying to relax a little before he lets you go again. “Was your flight very long?”
“Too long,” you sigh, taking a deep breath before returning his question with “and you?”
“Too long,” your dad laughs. “But you can rest easy now, the hard part is over.”
Is it? 
“I’m so excited for you to meet Suelki,” he continues, “and her two sons.” 
“I’m excited too,” you really force a smile this time, trying your best to look sincere.
“Good,” your dad nods, beginning to lead you through the resort. “So listen, this trip is kind of like my honeymoon- so we really don’t expect to be seeing that much of you- Suelki and I have a suite in the actual hotel itself, but I think I mentioned to you over the phone that we booked two of the rustic cabins-”
“Yeah, you mentioned that,” your grip on your suitcase handle tightens.
“Because you originally said you wouldn’t be coming, we gave the second cabin up to Suelki’s boys’ roommates- and unfortunately, the entire resort is booked up this week, so we couldn’t get you your own room.”
“Right-” He’d mentioned something along these lines during your quick phonecall when you’d changed your mind about coming on the trip, and you’re eager to see what fix he has for this.
“Each cabin had a pullout though, so you’ll be staying in one of them, and whether it’s with Suelki’s boys’ or their friends, I really hope you use this trip to get to know your new step brothers.”
Your mouth feels dry, heart jittering in your chest at the concept of sharing a cabin for a week with two boys- 
“The wedding is on Saturday,” your dad and you have reached a door leading outside; icy air hits your face when he opens it. “And the cabins you’re looking for are the last two down this road here- cabin 6 and cabin 7. Just follow the string lights-”
“Are you-” you swallow. “You’re not going to take me out to where I’m staying?” You tighten your grip on your heavy luggage, eying the snowy path.
“Sorry darling, but your plane was late, and you’ve arrived at a bad time- Suelki and I have massages scheduled in-” he checks his watch, “ten minutes? I really have to go- but you’re a strong, capable girl, you’ll find the cabins no problem.”
This is exactly the type of behaviour from your father that you’re used to. 
Part of you had expected something to be different- you’d been hoping that the wedding jitters would make him more inclined to be compassionate to you- but it looks like he’s as intent on letting you go about it yourself as he’s ever been.
After your long flight, and now this- you’re really questioning if you should have come on this trip at all.
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2: Thursday - Arrival
“Joshie, come look at this,” Jeonghan urges, holding his tea tighter while gazing out the small cabin window.
“What is it?” his brother sighs, putting down his book but remaining seated on the couch.
“Some girl is dragging her suitcase up the path.” 
He can’t help but snicker. With the road covered in snow for the winter season, accessing the cabins isn’t the easiest task in the world. 
Having been here before, the brothers had packed accordingly, and carrying their duffles had been substantially easier than the struggle Jeonghan is currently witnessing. 
“Oh shit.”
“What?” Now Joshua stands up.
“She’s coming to the door- shit-” Jeonghan pulls away from the window roughly, and hot liquid spills over the edge of his mug, making contact with his fingers. “Shit!” he shakes his hand out-
“Must be the step sister?” Joshua suggests, ignoring the elder man tending to his reddening skin. 
“Must be,” Jeonghan hisses, putting his tea down just as there’s a knock on the door.
The elder of the two takes a seat on the couch, pulling his hoodie sleeve down to cover his hand while Joshua answers the door. 
“Hi-” your voice carries into the small space, and Jeonghan silently urges Joshua to move to the side so he can get a better look at you. “Are you Jeonghan?”
“No, Joshua,” he shifts, allowing you to see into the cabin, “that’s Jeonghan.”
Jeonghan lifts his unharmed hand, wiggling his fingers at you and offering a smile. 
His eyes quickly take you in, assessing your cute outfit- and its lack of weather appropriateness. He finds himself stifling a laugh again, shaking his head to snap himself out of it before saying loudly, “Aren’t you going to let our new step-sister in?”
You look like a bunny entering a wolf’s den, and you stop just past the threshold, allowing the door to be closed behind you.
“I guess you guys know about the cabin situation?” Your first words aren’t something Jeonghan had particularly expected from you-
You’re much more forward than your appearance gives you credit for, and he begins to wonder if his little bunny has teeth. 
“Cabin situation?” Joshua comes to join Jeonghan on the couch, reaching for his book.
“Yeah-” you swallow, “I heard my cabin got given up to two of your friends?”
“Right, that cabin situation,” Jeonghan and Joshua exchange glances, and they leave space for you to continue.
“I was thinking,” you shift awkwardly on your feet, a chunk of snow shifts off your boot and onto the wood floor, “uh- you guys aren’t really going to make me share a cabin with two of your friends, right?” 
“What do you mean?” Joshua cocks his head, and Jeonghan leans back in his seat, enjoying the scene playing out in front of him.
“Just that-” you release a deep sigh. “Guys- I’m going to be honest, I’m really tired- is there no possible way one or even both of your friends could- I don’t know… crash in this cabin with you guys?”-  there’s a beat of silence, Jeonghan and Joshua exchange glances - “like, that’s a pullout couch, right? So- at least one could stay here-”
Joshua opens his mouth to respond, but Jeonghan places a hand on his knee to silence him, taking the lead in these new family negotiations; “You might be able to convince one of them to stay here,” he tells you, “but I doubt you’d be more comfortable alone with a strange man you’ve never met, than you would be having two.”
“I mean…” you look between your new step-siblings, “these guys are your friends, right? It’s not like they’re going to- erm… try anything?”
“You’re right,” Jeonghan nods sympathetically, “let’s go over there and you can see which one you prefer to spend a week alone with.”
You shift again, releasing a groan. “I know we just met- but I’ve gotta say, you’re a bit of an asshole, you know that?”
Jeonghan laughs.
“He’s right though,” Joshua sighs. “As unfortunate as it is that your cabin got given up, there’s no chance both of our friends are going to give up their beds to sleep on a pullout in here with us.” He stands up. “I saw you were struggling with your bag earlier- I’ll carry it for you, we can go to the next cabin over and discuss the situation with Cheol and Mingyu-”
“Thanks, but no thanks,” you open the door, holding your suitcase tightly, “I’m a big girl, I’ll handle this myself.”
The new brothers watch you leave the cabin, and then Joshua heads to the window, eyes following you as you trudge down the path back to the main road again. 
“Is she still struggling?” Jeonghan asks.
Joshua lets out something between a laugh and a sigh, then he nods. “She’s really struggling.”
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3: Thursday - Arrival
“Is that your stomach growling?” Cheol groans, distracted from the Christmas film he’s watching for what must be the third time-
“I’m sorry-” Mingyu whines, hand rubbing his tummy in slow circles, “you know how I get when we go skiing-”
“Then eat more at dinner next time,” the elder man snaps, grabbing the remote to turn the sound up in the hopes it will drown out his friend’s stomach, “and make some ramen or something.”
“I’m too lazy, I can’t get up,” the large man sprawled on the couch groans, his voice switching to something more on the girly side when he says “oppa, make me ramen? We can have Netflix and ramen?”
“Aish-” Seungcheol reaches out to bat his friend’s foot.
Mingyu is the baby of their apartment back home, and all three of the men born in 95 try not to make a habit of indulging him in maknae privileges. In fact, Mingyu often ends up being the one who cooks and cleans, but Seungcheol will never admit that to anyone.
“Stop complaining and watch your movie,” Seungcheol urges, eyes returning to the screen, where Jim Carrey’s Grinch is having a similar meltdown to Mingyu’s.
A knock at the door stuns both men, their heads whipping towards the sound- then Mingyu is jumping off the couch, as if he wasn’t just claiming to be a lazy bum less than a minute ago. 
“Who is it?” Cheol groans, leaning back against the pillows, stretching his tired arms out in front of him. 
He’s never going to get through this movie if there keeps being distractions-
“Shh- it’s a girl-” Mingyu’s whispered response is another shock to Cheol’s system, and he suddenly finds himself sitting up in his seat.
“Well, answer the door!” he whispers back.
Mingyu follows through with the command, and a moment later he’s greeting you with a “Hello?”
“Uh, hi? Are you… Cheol?” 
“No,” Mingyu steps to the side, “he is.”
Seungcheol blinks at you, taking you in.
He’s definitely never met you before, so how is it you know his name- 
How is it you know the name that only his friends use?
“Then that makes you… Mingyu?” 
You’re not even looking at Seungcheol anymore, your eyes have slipped over him and returned to the large man in front of you faster than Cheol can even clock-
“That’s right,” Mingyu nods, then, “wait! You must be the step-sister!”
“That’s me,” you sigh. “The step-sister.”
“Come in,” Mingyu urges you, “and let me take your bag, I bet you’re tired from your flight-”
Seungcheol rolls his eyes, setting the remote down. It’s unlikely he’ll be returning to the movie anytime soon, and he supposes he should be friendly with you- despite his exhaustion from a long day on the slopes.
“Did you drag your suitcase all the way through the snow?” Mingyu asks, blatantly bewildered at your behavior. 
“Uh huh,” you nod, closing the door behind you and reaching down to take off your boots.
“No one helped you?” Mingyu’s tone makes the whole thing seem like blasphemy, and Cheol watches the way he fusses over you, setting your bag at the foot of his bed before rushing to help you take off your jacket-
“No one,” you confirm. “Joshua offered, but- I managed by myself, like always.”
“So you stopped at the other cabin first?” Seungcheol confirms, “Met Hannie and Josh-”
Your eyes meet, and then Seungcheol finds himself looking at your lips-
“Yeah,” you tear your gaze away, turning to Mingyu when you explain, “wanted to talk with them about bed arrangements first-”
“You can have mine,” Mingyu offers, flashing you an earnest smile.
“Really?” your eyes widen, and you look between the two men again. “You’re not uh… too big for it?”
Seungcheol feels like he’s been hit in the chest. 
If you’d had asked your question without looking directly at him, he might have been able to convince himself you weren’t insinuating anything- but it’s clear what you’re saying. It’s clear you’re clocking him as being smaller than his younger friend, clear you’re inadvertantly suggesting that as the shorter man - Cheol - should sleep on the couch.
A month ago, Cheol had suggested the very same thing, thinking you’d be some nice girl he could give his bed to.
But now? 
He wouldn’t give you his bed if your life depended on it. 
“It’s okay,” Mingyu is quick to assure you, “you can have my bed. Here, have a seat, we’re watching a Christmas movie-  did your flight serve you dinner? Are you hungry?”
“Starved,” you sigh, collapsing onto the couch, taking the corner Mingyu had inhabited earlier. 
“I’ll make us some ramen,” Mingyu tells you. “Ramen always goes well with Christmas movies.”
Seungcheol notes the way you smile at Mingyu’s words. 
He feels invisible, and most of all, bitter. He’s not happy about any of this, not the way you’d taken a hit at his pride, nor Mingyu’s new burst of energy and overly friendly demeanor.
Picking up the remote again, Seungcheol hits play, and he hopes nothing else sets him off tonight, or he just might explode.
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4: Friday - morning
Waking up is slow at first, and then it hits you all at once. You sit up, clutching the quilt to cover your body while blinking away the last of your drowsiness, eyes acclimatizing to the soft glow of the room.
Sunlight is coming through the cabin shades, and you realize two things very quickly. First, that you’re alone, and second, that you’re not where you’d fallen asleep last night.
After settling in and eating your ramen, you’d gotten comfortable on the couch. The movie hadn’t truly captured your interest, and you’d begun to doze off with the intention of waking up when the film was complete to move to the bed- 
But you have no recollection of being woken up.
You hadn’t even had any dreams. You’d been so exhausted from a day of traveling that you’d blacked out, and now, you’re left with confusion and body aches.
Someone must have carried you to bed- 
You hope it was Mingyu.
When you look down, you see you’re still dressed in your travel outfit, so the first thing you decide to do is explore the small cabin and find the shower.
Part of you is grateful the men you’re rooming with allowed you to sleep. It makes finding a routine easier. You take your time in the shower, allowing yourself to relax a little, and you consider what your day might look like.
You guess the men are on the slopes, as the skis that had been propped next to the door when you’d arrived are gone, and you decide exercise might be exactly what you need.
Besides, you’re at a ski resort, skiing seems like an obvious choice- although you’re not quite sure how it will work, seeing as you haven’t brought your own equipment-
You begin looking around the cabin for a resort map- and you’re so busy looking in all the hard places you almost miss the glaringly obvious piece of paper resting on the coffee table under a set of keys. 
Your heart lurches in your chest. You pocket the keys and open the paper to find it’s the resort pamphlet you’ve been searching for. 
Along with a map of the mountain, someone has taken the time to circle cabin 7, draw a line to the main hotel, and circled another section, which has been labeled ‘ski rentals’ in handwriting that’s just barely legible. 
There’s no other writing to indicate which man has left this for you, so you decide to assume it’s Mingyu.
Cheol had barely talked to you last night. He’d given off cold vibes; a man with walls built up around him. 
You truly can’t imagine that the quiet, brooding man had stopped to write on a map and leave you keys.
And honestly? You don’t want to imagine it.
It’s much safer to identify one of your roommates as a tall, white knight, and the other as a dark entity you’ll have to suffer through for a week. 
It makes it easier to plan on ignoring Cheol. 
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5: Friday - afternoon
Today is a good day for Seungcheol. 
He’d been worried that your arrival would mean babysitting duty, so when you’d slept in and he’d convinced Gyu to leave you be, he’d been nearly ecstatic. 
He’d clocked you as a non-skier the moment you’d arrived without the correct equipment, and despite his day job as a physical trainer, Cheol is not in the mood to be teaching anyone how to do anything.
No, he’s much happier taking the slopes with his best friend. 
Mingyu isn’t as adept with skis as Cheol is, but he’s good enough for the elder not to worry too much about him. 
After tackling a few of the harder slopes, the two men find themselves on a green run. 
It’s enjoyable to take the hill in an easy manner, crisscrossing down the incline, watching the powder fluff up and take air with each harsh turn-
The day is gorgeous-
And then Cheol spots you, and his mood drops instantly.
You’re a couple hundred feet down the mountain from he and Mingyu, and they both stop for a moment, battling the glare from the sun-
“Is that-”
“Y/n,” Seungcheol confirms with a sigh. “First the thing with her bags, now this- it’s like she’s never been to a ski resort before.”
“Maybe she hasn’t,” Mingyu cocks his head to the side, looking thoughtful for a moment. “We should go help her.”
Seungcheol scoffs. “You really think she wants our help?”
“It never hurts to offer,” the younger, more considerate man points out. “Besides, this is Jeonghan and Joshua’s new step-sister, we’re trying to be nice to her, right?”
With a sigh, Seungcheol agrees, and the two continue down the mountain, catching up to you easily. 
“Hello!” Mingyu calls out to you, in classic extroverted Mingyu fashion. This earns him a smile from you, and you stop your slow slope descent to chat.
“Hi Mingyu,” you say, pushing your hair out of your face and adjusting your hat.
You don’t say hello to Seungcheol, and he doesn’t greet you either.
“How’s your day going so far?” Mingyu asks. “Are you enjoying the fresh air?”
“Yeah- found some skis at the rental and I think I’m getting the hang of it,” you tell them, “wasn’t sure I’d be skiing much this trip but, well, here I am.”
“You slept in,” Seungcheol finds himself stating. “We weren’t sure we’d bump into you today.”
“Right…” you trail off, giving Seungcheol a quick once over before your eyes return to Mingyu, and an easy smile works its way across your face again, “Have you been skiing long? I mean, I get the feeling that I’m the only person on the trip who doesn’t have much experience with all of this- you guys all brought your own skis.”
“Yeah, we’re all big snow sports people,” Mingyu tells you. “Seungcheol was actually almost an olympic level snowboarder-”
“Really?” Now you’re looking at Seungcheol. Truly looking at him. “But… you brought skis?”
“He’d be much too fast on his board,” Mingyu grins. “Skis slow him down, make him level with the rest of us. But, he’s still pretty good at skiing too.”
“Could give you a few pointers if you want,” Seungcheol says, earnestly. 
He’d gotten a good look at what you were doing wrong before they approached you, and a few minor tweaks would have you skiing with the best of them-
“Erm, thanks, but no thanks, I think I’m good learning at my own pace for now.” 
He notes the way you avert your eyes, upper lip curling slightly with disdain. 
He should have never bothered to offer you help. 
Seungcheol takes a deep breath. “You two are probably more compatible for your level, and I want to do some harder runs. I’ll see you around.”
And with that, he leaves you and Mingyu, taking off down the mountain at a speed his friends can only dream of.
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6: Friday - evening
It’s been a good day for Mingyu, and settling in for dinner with his friends is the perfect ending for it. They order half the menu, covering the table in all sorts of foods to try together, and it reminds him of their time in university. 
While Mingyu is younger than his friends, he’d entered their frat before they’d graduated, and the bond he has with his older hyungs is truly one born out of a shared love for food. 
“Try this,” Jeonghan insists, and Mingyu opens his mouth before he even gets a good look at what’s about to be fed to him. “It’s good right?”
Mingyu can only nod happily while munching, hand reaching for his beer.
“Where were you guys today?” Joshua asks, “we missed you on the slopes.”
“Did a couple of the harder ones,” Seungcheol responds while the maknae has his mouth full, “then bumped into your step-sister on the easier hill-”
“Oh?” This grabs both Jeonghan and Joshua’s attention. “She was skiing?”
“Badly,” Cheol leans back in his chair, sipping his beer.
“She wasn’t that bad,” Mingyu insists, swallowing his food so he can defend you. “I did a couple runs with her and she wasn’t that bad, really.”
The brothers exchange a glance that Mingyu can’t read. 
He’s always been jealous of how in tune Jeonghan and Joshua are. As ‘irish twins’ - siblings born within the same year - it’s like they can read each other’s minds, and Mingyu always feels like he’s missing some crucial part of the conversation.
“Did you guys sort out the bed situation?” Joshua asks, looking down at the steak he’s cutting. He gives off an air of nonchalance, but Mingyu can tell that this is a topic both brothers are interested in. 
“I think you mentioned giving up your bed when we talked about it a few months ago,” Jeonghan adds, “isn’t that right, Cheol?”
“That was before I met her.”
The brothers exchange a glance, and a smirk works its way onto Jeonghan’s face. “Looks like Gyu got the short end of the straw, huh?”
“I offered her my bed,” Mingyu insists. 
“But she fell asleep on the couch during our Christmas movie,” Seungcheol says smoothly. “I moved her to his bed, wasn’t going to let him off the hook that easy.”
“My neck is aching,” Mingyu groans, rubbing at it, “but it was worth it. I told her she could have my bed, so she had my bed.”
“He’s so eager to help her out,” Cheol teases, pushing at Mingyu’s shoulder. “When we saw her on the mountain earlier, she refused my help, but was more than happy to ski with him.”
Joshua and Jeonghan exchange a glance that has Mingyu rushing to assure them, “she’s your new step sister- I’m not trying anything, I just want to be friendly-”
“What was that?” Cheol leans closer, “I don’t think I heard you?”
“I said,” Mingyu raises his voice, “she’s their stepsister, and I’m not trying anything!” 
“Perfect, that’s exactly what I thought I heard,” Seungcheol grins, and then he’s looking at something over Mingyu’s shoulder. “Hey Y/N, you should join these three for dinner.”
“Uh…” 
Mingyu turns to find you standing there, and his skin heats with embarrassment. 
He’s pretty sure you’d just heard what he’d loudly said to his friends, and his skin tingles with regret, ears heating-
“Really,” Seungcheol stands, “take my seat, I was just leaving.”
“Where are you headed?” Jeonghan asks, more curious about his friend than his own step-sister.
“The pool.” Cheol grabs the jacket on the back of his chair. “Have some knots in my back, but nothing the hot tub jets can’t fix.”
For the second time today, Mingyu finds himself watching Cheol make a hasty retreat in order to avoid spending time with you. And for the second time today, Mingyu finds himself eagerly attempting to help you fit in, despite his oldest friend’s rejection of you.
“Come eat,” Mingyu urges, patting the newly empty seat next to him. 
“Are you guys sure? I can always eat alone-”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Joshua laughs. “You’re one of us now, come sit.”
Mingyu is glad that your step brothers immediately start asking you questions, and for a little while, everything runs smoothly. 
Every minute he spends with you, he warms up more and more to your presence.
It’s obvious to him that yesterday, when you’d arrived, you’d been out of sorts after hours of traveling. Your temperament has improved drastically, and Mingyu finds himself laughing along with his friends at small jokes you make here and there.
The four of you spend a much longer time in the resort restaurant than Mingyu had expected, and it’s only when Jeonghan begins to yawn that you all decide it’s time to head back to your cabins.
The night is cold, but it’s not snowing, and your small group follows the poles of string lights diligently.
Jeonghan and Joshua pull off one stop earlier than your own, wishing you goodnight before heading into their cabin.
As you and Mingyu continue up the path, Mingyu finds you walking closer to him, and he’s surprised when you say “Thank you.”
“For what?”
“Carrying me to bed last night,” you respond, “and the map you left on the coffee table, the one with the ski rental circled.”
“Oh, uh…” Mingyu swallows thickly, “that actually wasn’t me. I think it’s Cheol who you have to be thanking.”
“Oh…” 
‘Oh’ is right.
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7: Saturday - morning
When you wake up, you’re struck by two things. First, that you’re alone, as you were when you woke up yesterday. And second, that your father is getting married.
Your body aches when you sit up, muscles screaming at you for having the audacity to ski as long as you had with Mingyu, and you decide pretty quick that another attempt at the slopes is off the table.
You remember what Seungcheol had said yesterday, about the pool and the hott ub, and decide maybe he had the right idea about jets and sore muscles.
He can be an ass, but you suppose he uses his brain sometimes.
You change into your swimsuit, and make sure to layer yourself with comfy sweats and your parka, pool bag in hand before you set out to take on the weather. 
For the billionth time since arriving at this God forsaken cabin, you wish you’d gotten a room in the resort itself. It’s snowed over the night, but the path is somewhat cleared. Even so, the trek to the main hotel is difficult, and your muscles are even more tired when you arrive.
The resort is a ski destination, and you cross your fingers that most of its patrons are on the hills and not utilizing the various pools and saunas. 
Your wish comes true, and you’re pleased to see hardly anyone as you pass through the indoor pool to check out the outdoor areas, intent on having a hot tub to yourself-
As you’re walking along the pool deck, clutching your parka tight around your body, you notice someone swimming. 
He’s underwater, slicing through the pool like a professional swimmer. The glare from the overcast sky makes it impossible to get a great look at the athlete and you settle next to the hot tub, hoping to see more when he comes up for air. 
You’ve just taken off your parka and are wading into the hot tub when the swimmer stops at the edge of the pool. He’s in the shallows now, and he’s able to stand up, his back to you.
Droplets of water glisten down his back in the light, steam immediately beginning to lift off of his skin-
His shoulders and back look like they were crafted by the Gods, and the man runs a hand through his hair, shaking it out of his face.
You just wish he would turn to look at you, so you can see who you’re drooling over-
In no time at all, this wish is coming true, only, you wish it hadn’t, because the moment the gorgeous, well-muscled athlete turns to look at you, you’re locking eyes with your least favourite person on the mountain.
Seungcheol is as taken aback as you are for a moment.
He’d been reaching for the rail to pull himself out of the pool, but now, he’s simply frozen.
You’re practically gawking at each other, and you’re the first to break eye contact, clearing your throat and looking away.
You can feel your skin heating, and it’s not just from the hot tub, which you wish you could simply submerge yourself in and never come back up-
In the periphery of your vision, you see Seungcheol getting out of the pool, and it takes every ounce of self-restraint in your entire body not to turn and watch him.
Then, to your surprise, he gives you an excuse to look at him, calling out, “The wedding starts at four, don’t be late.”
Your jaw hits the hottub floor, and you watch Seungcheol practically run away from you.
It’s becoming an all too familiar sight. 
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8: Saturday - afternoon
Sitting in his mother’s hotel room, watching her do the final touches on her wedding look, Joshua is struck with memories of the past.
There’d been many mornings growing up where he’d sat on the closed-lid toilet, watching her brush through her hair, sometimes braiding it, before taking him and Jeonghan to school.
In the quiet of their small apartment bathroom, nothing could come between them, not Jeonghan whining for whatever reason, nor the angry father who’d disappeared from the picture when the boys had turned ten.
To Joshua, the moment feels like peace, or at least, as close to it as he’s ever come.
He can tell, by the way his mom smiles when she looks at herself in the mirror, that she’s truly happy, and it’s all he’s ever wanted for her. 
The moment is fleeting, as Jeonghan enters the room and brings with him a certain level of chaos, the kind of windswept mayhem that follows him everywhere, like a moving storm.
“Booze?” The first word to come out of his mouth.
“In the fridge,” Joshua motions to the small cooler before asking his elder brother, “drinking already?”
“Just spent half an hour running all over and making sure everyone’s doing what they’re supposed to be doing,” Jeonghan sighs, bending down to retrieve a can of beer, cracking it open with nimble fingers.
“You wanted to be the best man,” Joshua points out.
For such a small wedding, consisting of only close family and a few friends, roles hadn’t been a necessity, but Joshua wasn’t aware that scrambling around to make sure people are in place would be necessary either.
“Y/N forgot her shoes at the cabin, so Mingyu ran to get them, but by the time he got there, Seungcheol had apparently realized the heels were needed, so he’d grabbed them- and somehow they’d missed each other in the lobby-” Jeonghan cuts off his own ramblings with a large sip of his drink. 
“Sounds like quite the goose chase,” their mother’s calm voice visibly settles the best man, who takes a seat next to his brother.
“You look amazing,” Jeonghan tells her, as sincere as Joshua’s ever seen him. “Our new step-sister’s dad is a lucky man.”
“Since when did you stop calling him by his name?” Seulki laughs, returning her gaze to the mirror, fixing her veil. “Looks like you’re both getting used to Y/N though, Joshua mentioned that you all had dinner last night. Is she settling in okay?”
“I think so,” Joshua says thoughtfully.
“Mingyu really likes her,” Jeonghan adds.
Joshua nods. “And we do too.”
Their mom gives them a knowing look. “How’s Seungcheol finding his cabinmate? Haven’t you both always said he’s a good judge of character?”
“He’s also a stubborn ass,” Jeonghan grins over the rim of his drink, “so we can’t really trust his opinions on her- besides, any time she’s around, he runs the other way. I doubt they’ve talked much.”
“That’s a shame,” Seulki frowns. “I bumped into her with Mingyu on the slopes yesterday, she seemed really lovely.”
“She is,” Joshua admits. He’d also enjoyed getting to know you last night over food and drinks.
“Well,” Seulki turns to her boys, “let’s just hope Seungcheol warms up to her, but we’ll put that to the side for now, we have a wedding to get to.”
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9: Saturday - evening
The ceremony had gone exactly as planned. 
After the initial goose chase looking for your shoes, there’d only been one or two small details Jeonghan had been forced to attend to. But after it all, his mom had walked down the aisle, vows had been said, and Jeonghan had gained a father figure.
Standing at the alter next to his brother, Jeonghan had watched everything take place with a keen eye.
He’d been pleased to see the three couples invited - his aunt and uncle, and two of your father’s friends with their wives - sitting in the small venue with his roommates. And he’d been even more interested in watching his friends react throughout the service.
Mingyu had gotten teary-eyed the moment Seulki had begun her walk down the aisle, and even Seungcheol had torn his gaze from you for long enough to admire the dress.
When everything was said and done, the small party had moved to a secluded room off the main restaurant to have food, drinks and further celebration. Here, Jeonghan had again noticed Seungcheol’s affinity for having you in his line of sight.
“You know,” Jeonghan says, as he settles into the seat next to his brother, eyes fixed on his muscular friend by the small bar, “for a guy who runs away whenever y/n is around, he spends an awful lot of his time watching our step sister.”
Joshua chuckles, sipping his champagne. “You noticed that too, huh?”
“Hard not to,” Jeonghan grins, following Seungcheol’s gaze to where you’re clinging to Mingyu on the makeshift dance floor. “What do you think about those two?”
“I think Cheol better cut his losses now,” Joshua says, setting his drink down. 
“Really?” Jeonghan cocks his head, considering it all. “We’re only two days into this trip… a lot could happen before the week is done, don’t you think?”
“A lot could happen,” Joshua admits, “especially if someone like you decided to meddle.”
“I never meddle, only… help push things along.”
“In the direction you want it to go.”
“Touche,” Jeonghan lifts his champagne, gently clinking it against his brother’s discarded glass. 
“I think I’m going to go ask y/n to dance,” Joshua says, pushing his chair back and standing.
“Now who’s meddling?” Jeonghan laughs.
“Still only you.”
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10: Sunday - morning
The couch had been uncomfortable on a normal night, so Mingyu supposes it’s his own fault that he wakes up aching after a night of drinking and dancing at the wedding.
Stretching his arms over his head, he tries to ease the tight muscles in his shoulders, but he’s unable to get comfortable again.
He lays there for a few minutes, watching you dance in your cute bridesmaid dress on the back of his eyelids. He’s not sure if it’s you, the dress, or the visual combined, but he knows he’s going to remember last night for many years to come.
When he finally sits up, Mingyu looks towards your bed, and he’s not shocked to find you still sleeping. This is the third day waking up in the same room as you, and Mingyu’s becoming accustomed to the fact that you sleep in longer than he does.
He’s becoming accustomed to your cute, unsuspecting, resting face.
It makes sleeping on the couch worth it, and his sore muscles are almost forgotten- until he has to stand up, and they scream at him again.
Cheol is sitting up in his bed, scrolling through his phone, and he looks up when Mingyu stretches his arms above his head to release his shoulder tension.
‘Did you sleep well?’ Cheol mouths at him.
The two have been scared to even whisper in the mornings - scared to wake you up - and have adopted this silent way of communicating. Mingyu nods quickly, pointing back at his hyung as if to say ‘and you?’
Another quick nod, plus a thumbs up, then Cheol makes the motion of a man shoveling food into his mouth and points to the door.
Mingyu holds up his hand, ‘give me five minutes’ and slowly begins to tiptoe to the bathroom, where he can have some water, fix his hair, and change into better clothes. 
It’s a routine they’ve gotten used to, and for the third day in a row, Mingyu prays that when he exits the bathroom, by some miracle, you’ll be awake and eager to join them in the resort restaurant for breakfast.
Mingyu and Seungcheol - quite predictably - end up weathering the early morning elements without you, and it’s on the snowy path that Mingyu tells Cheol “I think I’m going to skip skiing today.”
“Really?” Seungcheol’s shock is written all over his face.
Mingyu nods. “I feel bad that we’re always ditching y/n- and we mostly go on the slopes she can’t ski on, so… I figured, after breakfast, I'd stay behind at the cabin and wait till she wakes up, then see what she wants to do today.”
There’s a long pause, and then Seungcheol sighs. “I see how it is.”
“Hmm?”
“You also walked her home last night after the dinner. Hannie, Joshie and I stayed up drinking, you usually join, but instead, you walked y/n home.”
“We were both tired,” Mingyu defends himself. “Watched a bit of a movie, then fell asleep.”
“Is that all that happened?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean… part of me wondered if I should have stayed on Jeonghan and Joshua’s couch last night, to give you privacy.”
Mingyu’s heart skips a beat in his chest, and he fumbles with the hood of his parka. “We didn’t- we aren’t-”
“You guys danced a lot last night, then you walked her home… if it’s not like that then… well, people might get the wrong idea.”
“Who’s people?” Mingyu nearly laughs. “It’s just us here- you think anyone really cared last night?”
“I guess not.” There’s a pause, then Seungcheol changes the topic, asking, “What do you think you’ll have for breakfast today?”
It’s then that Mingyu realizes, someone did care last night, and that someone, is Cheol. 
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11: Sunday - afternoon
You’d been a little shocked to find Mingyu reading on the couch when you’d woken up from your long sleep, but when he’d explained to you that he’d stayed behind from skiing with friends to make sure you had a proper buddy for the day, your heart had melted.
After a slow start, the two of you had decided to rent some snow shoes and use the back slope trails, which is how you end up climbing one of the smaller mountains together.
“We’re almost at the top,” Mingyu tells you, pulling out the trail map provided by the resort. You try to catch your breath while he points to a spot on the paper. “I think we’re about here, so just-” he drags his finger up the green line, “this far to the top.”
“Are you sure?” you laugh, grasping onto his arm to pull yourself closer so you can get a good look at the map.
There’s a pause, then he shakes his head, “No. We could also be sort of lost.” 
“Don’t say that-” you grin, pushing at him, “you’ve been mostly using this map alright- I trust you, and your trail-following capabilities.”
“Maybe you shouldn’t though,” Mingyu insists. “Honestly, following maps is definitely Cheol’s thing. One time, we were on a road trip, and we were going down this road for half an hour before we had to pull over and he got to look at the map- we’d missed a turn and it set us back like two hours-”
“It’s easier to miss a highway turn than a trailhead,” you assure him. “Come on, we said we’d climb this small mountain, and then we can take the lift back down and finish our movie from last night at the cabin- just think about our nice, warm cabin-”
“Nice, warm cabin,” Mingyu nods, folding the map back up to put in the pocket of his parka. “Let’s go, we can do this.”
You watch the large, beautiful man pull away from you and continue your trajectory up, and you can’t help but smile, echoing the sentiment, “we can do this.” 
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12: Sunday - evening
Seungcheol had been surprised to find the cabin empty after skiing, and he’d been even more surprised when he went to the restaurant to find you and Mingyu not there either. 
However, he does find Jeonghan, who informs him that he’d seen you and Mingyu getting snow shoes a few hours ago, and Seungcheol’s heart sinks.
There’s a storm coming, and darkness has already begun to settle in across the resort- 
He hopes, for both your sakes, that you’re not on the top of the mountain, lost in the trails, when the worst of the winter weather hits.
After waiting diligently for his meal order to come through, Seungcheol ends up trekking back to your cabin with food and firewood in hand just as the snow begins to get heavier.
The last thing he expects when he enters your lodging, is to find you sitting there with a minty green facemask on, and for a second, he stands in the doorway just staring at you.
You break eye contact first, calling out “Cheol’s back!” and a moment later, Mingyu comes out of the bathroom, mid-facemask application.
“Cheol!” Mingyu beams, rubbing the green goo against his cheek, “you’re back from skiing!”
“I was back earlier-” Seungcheol closes the door behind him, “stopped here for a bit but you guys weren’t around.”
“We just got back from a snowshoe hike like, twenty minutes ago?” Mingyu tells him, looking at you for confirmation. Seungcheol watches the way you nod at Mingyu, and his friend lights up. This time, when he says “twenty minutes ago,” he says it with confidence.
“Well, I brought food and firewood,” Seungcheol sighs, kicking off his snow boots and entering the small space.
“Firewood?” You’re looking at him again, and Seungcheol can’t find it within himself to meet your eyes while you’re green in the face like this, so instead, he sets the food down and moves to the small cast iron fireplace in the corner.
“Did you think this cabin heats itself?” The question comes out much snarkier than he’d intended, and he regrets it as he begins to build the fire.
“No- I mean, I noticed it was cold when we got in twenty minutes ago- but I don’t know, I sort of assumed that maybe hotel staff would bring the wood and keep the embers going-”
Seungcheol scoffs. Of course another good deed of his would go unappreciated. 
“It’s plausible!” you try to insist.
“I never said anything.”
“You scoffed, you went like-” you mimic the throaty annoyed sound he’d made, “you went like that, a scoff- you scoffed at me!”
“Here’s your dinner,” Seungcheol pushes the bag of takeout towards you across the floor, eyes fixed on the fire he’s still building.
“What if I don’t want your food? What if I want to finish with this mask and go grab food for myself?” 
Seungcheol sighs again. “There’s literally a storm coming in- if you go out, you’re going to get windswept away- just eat the food I brought.”
“What if I don’t like the food you brought?” you insist again, and Seungcheol’s getting real tired of your bratty stubbornness. 
“You will, it’s what you’ve been eating for two nights in a row.”
This finally gets you to open the bag he’d brought, and you remove the three takeout items, eying them. “How did you know I like this?”
“Like I said- you’ve eaten it two nights in a row.”
“Why were you watching?”
“Oh my god,” Seungcheol groans, running a hand through his hair. “Just say thank you and eat your fucking food while I make this fire so you don’t freeze to death- why does everything have to be so hard with you?”
There’s a long pause, and he hears the sound of a food container opening. 
He’s thankful you’ve finally shut up and are going to eat.
“Even without the fire- this cabin is well insulated enough that we wouldn’t die,” you say after a moment. “The hotel wouldn’t be able to have a cabin where its renters could just die.”
If he hadn’t just lit the fire, Seungcheol might have considered allowing you to test your theory out of spite.
“You always need to have the last word, don’t you, brat?” He stands up, dusting his hands off on his pants before turning to look at you.
You open your mouth to respond- but quickly shrink under his hard gaze.
A moment later, you pick up the remote, and a movie begins to play.
At least in this, Cheol’s gotten the last laugh. 
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13: Monday - morning
“Fuck-” Jeonghan’s cursing does more to wake Joshua up than the knock at their cabin door had, and the younger irish twin goes to cover his ears while Jeonghan stumbles out of bed.
“Who is it?” Joshua groans, giving in and sitting up, squinting at the door that his brother throws open to reveal their eldest friend.
“Are you two really still sleeping?” Seungcheol pushes into the cabin, throwing his gloves down before gruffly kicking off his boots.
“What time is it?” Jeonghan asks, rubbing at his eyes and groaning before running back to nosedive into his bed.
“Late enough that you should both be awake.”
“Y/n’s not awake,” Jeonghan insists, tucking himself back under the covers, “and I don’t see Mingyu anywhere- why do they get a free pass from your bitching but we don’t?”
“Because they’re not my ski buddies today,” Seungcheol says smoothly. “Seriously, what’s up with you two- and why is it so cold in here?”
They all look towards the castiron fire place, and the emptiness of it gives Joshua a chill that he feels tingling through his entire body.
“We thought we had enough firewood to carry us over from the evening and into the night, so neither of us picked up any dry wood from the hotel yesterday-” Joshua begins to explain.
“Evidently you both ran out,” Cheol concludes, scanning the rest of the small space with his precise, all-knowing, eyes. His gaze lingers on the bottle of fireball on the coffee table. “Instead of running to get more wood, you guys took to drinking, huh?”
“It’s not like we were going to cuddle,” Jeonghan groans.
“So you’re both hung over.”
“Just a little,” Joshua sighs, swinging his legs out of his bed. “Give us half an hour and I can be up.”
“It’s funny,” Cheol says, moving to sit on the couch, “I just had a fight with your step-sister last night about whether we’d freeze to death if we forgot firewood- and at the same time, you guys were over here, resorting to fireball instead of an actual fire-”
“It’s not like we could go out and grab wood once we realized we didn’t have enough,” Jeonghan defends himself. “The storm was really bad.”
“And it’s going to be bad for the next few days,” Seungcheol tells them, “so you better get used to grabbing firewood every evening after dinner.”
Both of his friends groan. “Sure, dad,” Jeonghan buries his head in his pillows. “You know what? If you’re going to be like this, maybe I’ll sleep in and not be your ski buddy today.”  
“Mingyu ditched me yesterday, and now you’re ditching me today-” Seungcheol clicks his tongue, “am I really being that much of a dick this vacation?”
It’s Joshua who responds, pointing out, as thoughtfully as he can; “you have been more of a dick than usual.” 
To which Seungcheol replies, “Yeah, well, you guys have been pissing me off more than usual.” 
Except, Joshua knows it’s not necessarily he and Jeonghan who have been pushing Seungcheol’s buttons this trip- but he keeps that to himself. 
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14: Monday - afternoon
After skipping out on skiing with his friend and brother, Jeonghan had gotten some much-needed rest. Then, around lunchtime, he’d left his cabin in search of food only to bump into you and Mingyu doing the same thing.
As if that wasn’t coincidence enough, when your odd trio had entered the resort restaurant, you’d found Joshua and Seungcheol midway through their own meals.
Jeonghan had insisted you all join together, fully intending to meddle with you and your cabin mates. After all, he’d just gotten some sleep, and his mischievous mind was eager to stir the pot.
To his disappointment, the seating arrangements make poking people’s buttons difficult- with Cheol all but ignoring you from his vantage point as far from you as possible.
Despite the less-than-ideal format of your table, Jeonghan still finds a way to draw everyone into the conversation when he states, “so I heard there was a fight over cabin temperature last night.”
This earns Jeonghan a rough kick under the table from Cheol, as well as a harsh look from you. 
“Who said that?” you ask.
“Cheol did,” Jeonghan smiles through the pain in his shin, and this time, when Cheol goes to kick him, a quick movement of his leg has him narrowly avoiding his friend’s boot. “This morning, when he came to pick of Joshie for skiing.”
“It wasn’t a fight,” you go to insist, but the harsh glare you send Seungcheol’s way has Jeonghan nearly laughing.
“Definitely not a fight,” Mingyu confirms, and Jeonghan almost feels bad for the way he’s sat between you and Seungcheol. A man caught between two stormy personalities ready for a clash.
“If it makes you feel any better,” Jeonghan says, “we ran out of wood last night, and we didn’t die.”
You sigh, leaning back in your chair. “Well, that’s good to know.” 
“Y/n was saying last night,” Mingyu adds, “that she doubted we’d die without wood- hotel regulations and everything-”
“Was Cheol insisting you’d die without a fire?” Joshua’s eyes have widened, and he leans in, elbows on the table next to Jeonghan’s food. “Cheol? Really?” 
“He was just being dramatic,” you say, and Jeonghan watches the way his friend’s ears turn red at your statement.
“Says the girl who was going to go out in the storm instead of eating the food I brought for her.” Seungcheol crosses his arms over his chest, and a muscle feathers in his jaw. He’s glaring at his plate, and a thick tension blankets the table.
Jeonghan loves it.
But then something happens that he couldn’t possibly predict: your parents enter the restaurant, and before he knows it, you’re hopping up to go say hello to Seulki and your father, leaving the men to deal with the unresolved tension.
“Are you trying to start something?” Seungcheol whispers angrily as soon as you’re out of earshot, his angry gaze fixed on Jeonghan.
“Who, me?” Jeonghan touches his chest, pretending to be the most innocent person in the room. “I was just looking for conversation. Besides, we’re the one’s who forgot firewood last night, it’s quite embarrassing for us.”
“You don’t look embarrassed,” Seungcheol notes, sitting back in his chair.
“He has no shame,” Mingyu adds, nodding sympathetically.
“You’re right, I don’t,” Jeonghan’s grin widens, and he looks over Seungcheol’s shoulder to see you leaving the restaurant. “Now that it’s just us, I suppose I should be a good big brother and figure out which one of you intends to fuck my new step-sister.”
Mingyu had been taking a sip of his drink, and now he’s choking, which only adds to Jeonghan’s delight. 
“Jeonghan,” Joshua’s harsh warning bounces off the elder brother, whose smile is becoming something akin to the Cheshire Cat’s.
“Neither of us are going for your stupid step-sister,” Seungcheol growls, thumping Mingyu on the back to aid with the water caught in his lungs.
“Oh, so you’re both in denial?” Jeonghan’s eyes widen. “I’d thought at least Mingyu would fess  up.”
“Fess up to what?” Mingyu says between coughs. “I’m just being nice to her!”
Jeonghan nods. “Sure you are.”
“Why do you all think I want to fuck your stepsister?!” Mingyu whisper screams at his friends, doing a quick look around the restaurant before adding, “you guys are all horrible.”
“Cheol’s been bugging you about this too, huh?” It’s one of the first things Joshua’s really said, and Jeonghan realizes his brother is right. 
“Bet he had a lot to say about the way you danced with our sister at the wedding.”
“Were you all watching that?!” Mingyu’s eyes have widened. 
“It was quite the spectacle,” Jeonghan plays with his glass of water. “Cheol was jealous.”
“What!?” This time, when Seungcheol misses Jeonghan’s shin with his foot, the whole table shakes from impact along the underside of it. “Was not! I didn’t even dance with her- how could I be jealous when I never even danced with your stupid sister-”
“Stop calling her stupid,” Joshua’s harsh tone is a surprise to everyone, and the table goes quiet. “Just because you’re in denial about everything doesn’t mean you get to call our new sister stupid.”
“Someone’s taking their older brother role a little seriously-” Seungcheol lets out a whistle.
“Deflect all you want,” Joshua sighs, “Change the topic and make fun of me, but at the end of the day, you’re only making things harder on yourself… both of you.”
For a moment, both Seungcheol and Mingyu are put on the spot, then Seungcheol insists, “We’re not doing anything.”
“And denial is a river in Egypt,” Joshua sighs, shocking the whole table with a pop culture quote- something that’s very unlike him. “Cheol, you’re done eating, let’s leave these two and get a few more runs in before the storm makes skiing impossible.” 
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15: Monday - evening
Sitting on the floor with your roommates, roasting marshmallows on the fire while the storm rages outside, you find yourself noticing all the small details about them both.
It’s the first night that you’ve actually allowed yourself to take a breath and relax, accepting that, with the extreme weather, there is really nothing else that can be done except to work on enjoying your company.
Mingyu is easy, as you’ve grown accustomed to having him around. You’ve gotten used to his large form, the clumsiness and easy smiles.
Seungcheol, on the other hand, is something you’re newly exploring, sneaking glances at his side profile whenever you think he’s fully distracted in his marshmallow making.
Unlike Mingyu, who thrusts his treat into the fire and watches it burn, Seungcheol is meticulous about his food, preferring a spot where his marshmallow can slowly turn golden near the embers.
He’s got a pretty side profile, and there’s a stubborn set to his jaw when he focuses, eyes fixed on flames that light his face in pretty hues. 
His nose is also quite striking, and along with his strong brow, his face is altogether quite attractive, something you’ve been fighting yourself on since the moment you entered the cabin and he’d been cold to you.
There’s something about the duality of him that has your heart racing whenever he’s around. 
You’re never sure which Cheol you’re going to get.
You’ve had glimpses of his softer side, especially on your first day when he’d carried you to bed and then left you a map- then there’d been the way he brought you your dress shoes after you’d forgotten to pack them and trekked to the hotel in snow boots on the day of the wedding-
It seems as if Seungcheol is the kind of man who likes to do nice things for you when you’re not watching, but after your small altercation last night, wherein you’d realized he’s also been doing fire duty, you’ve made more of an attempt to notice small things.
 Small things like the way he takes the perfect golden marshmallow out of the fire, places it between two chocolate graham crackers, and hands it to you without a word, giving you the best s’more of the night.
He balances his kindness to you by offering Mingyu the s’more after, and you think he must be doing it as if to say ‘you’re not special, I’ll share with everyone’ but you can’t help but think there might be more to it. 
To your surprise, Mingyu is the first of the three of you to get sleepy, and after a quick washup in the bathroom, he’s collapsing onto the couch and falling asleep. 
For the first time since arriving at the cabin, you find yourself truly alone with Seungcheol, no big, human buffer to keep you both in line.
The silence is thick. Even so, in the quiet, Seungcheol gives you wide birth to go wash your face and brush your teeth while he cleans up the few items from your s’mores.
There’s hardly anything to be said, and the two of you find yourselves getting into your own beds in no time at all.
“Turning off the light,” Seungcheol tells you, hand reaching for the lamp chord. 
He pauses, waiting for your curt “okay” before following through with his statement of intent, and the room is captured in darkness.
The wind howls outside, drowning out any sounds of your roommates breathing, and for a little while, you can almost pretend you’re alone. 
Almost. 
In the dark, your mind begins to have all sorts of thoughts, and you surprise yourself when words slip out of you; “I’m sorry for calling you dramatic today.”
The air feels thick and heavy, a few beats of silence passing that almost convince you Seungcheol’s asleep, but then, he responds. “I’m sorry for referring to our disagreement last night as ‘a fight’ when I talked to Jeonghan this morning.” 
“It’s okay,” you say quietly. 
For a short while, you think nothing else is going to be said, but then; “Goodnight y/n.”
You take a breath, wrapping yourself tighter in your blankets. “Goodnight, Cheol.” 
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Wicked little thing - Alastor x Gn!reader NSFW
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warnings: NSFW, MDNI pls thank you,, possessive Alastor, pet names, established relationship, doesn't really have a plot just smut dom!Alastor, sub!reader
okay so this is gonna be NSFW I am aware that Alastor is ace but Id like to say that it is a spectrum and a lot of people who are ace themselves also write NSFW of Al, but in case anything happens I'll be happy to take it down also the outfit is primarily like shorts/miniskirt and a shirt with a boob window
Today was a peaceful day, well at least as peaceful as it could get in hell anyway, Y/n was getting ready in their room in the hotel, they weren't sure of what to wear so they opted for a pretty open outfit since it was hot that day, not thinking one bit about what other people might think, the important thing is that they were comfortable. So they went down to the lobby to get some errands from Charlie for the day, she was hanging out at the bar with Husk and Vaggie talking about god knows what but as soon as she saw Y/n coming in her direction she perked up ready to say hi to them
''Oh hi Y/n!! Good morning!! You came down to get some errands I presume?,,
she said excitedly taking them by the hand to greet them even more, they couldn't help but smile at her excitement
''yeah ahah, hope I'm not interrupting anything tho,,
she shook her head smiling looking back at them with kind of a serious face even tho it was still filled with excitement
''Okay so I need you to do some errands outside in cannibal town, you know how the people helped us and everything id like for you to give this to Rosie! sadly I'm too busy to do it myself I hope Its not a bother,,
''not at all, don't even worry about Charlie I will go there right away,,
they say taking said thing from Charlie's hands and heading out of the Hotel. As they arrived at cannibal town it took them a while to remember where Rosie's emporium was but as soon as they found they sighed in relief. It's not like they didn't like cannibal town, hell Alastor was a cannibal so it wasn't that, it's just that being outside with a bunch of people around made them uneasy.
As they enter the emporium they hear Rosie talking to someone so they walk towards the voices to find Alastor is the one she was talking to, they weren't surprised at all, Rosie was one of Alastor's dear friend so it was usual for them to be talking. They put all their attention towards Rosie not even noticing how Alastor was gripping his staff a little too tight
''Hey Rosie! I came here to give you something Charlie wanted you to have! here!,,
they say giving them the thing from their hands, Rosie was really happy and thanked them profusely also asking them if they wanted a pinky finger or something, but they declined kindly. It was at this point that Alastor got up from his seat, planting a hand on Y/n waist a little roughly
''My dear Rosie, it was a pleasure speaking to you but it seems that me and this little thing have to be going! till next time!,,
and like that shadows engulfed them making them appear in the shared bedroom they had at the hotel. Alastor then with one hand rotates them around roughly, putting one hand under their chin and pulling their head up to look at him while the other one digs in their waist. Y/n was confused at this little aggression that Alastor was displaying, it was not like it at all
''Don't I always tell you to be careful my dear, mh?~ what is going on with this distasteful outfit you are wearing, how many people looked at you,,
Y/n looked him in the eyes understanding what was going on: He was jealous and nonetheless possessive they didn't say anything, wanting Alastor to get even more worked up over how they looked today. Seeing this Alastor pushes them onto the bed and places himself between their legs, one hand digging into their hip while the other one is around their pretty little neck
''not replying now are we, pet?~ Let's see how much you can hold in your words, shall we?..
with that, he roughly took off their pants and slipped out his cock then pushed it all in one thrust, this made Y/n whimper with their mouth closed not wanting to give up on being a brat just yet. Alastor was going rough, hard and fast savouring every thrust, still holding on to their neck, the other hand claws digging deeper in their hip with each thrust
''you belong to me, do you understand that pet?~,,
he says waiting for an answer from them, when he doesn't get one he slaps their ass making them moan out loud, he then gets his face closer to theirs to whisper in their ear
''I want an answer my love~,,
they moan putting both their hands around the hand that Alastor had around their necks, they decide they've been a brat enough, after all they didn't want the radio demon to get even more aggressive
''Yes Alastor,,
he then smirks and kisses them on the neck going back to his pace now a little slower and softer
''Good pet,,
he says now kissing them on the neck and savouring every moan that comes out of their mouth. He then starts going even faster when he starts reaching his climax, his hands both on their hips digging into their skin, and finishing in them with one last hard thrust. He then flops himself on their chest breathing heavily
''Sorry I made you mad Al~,,
they say now in a soft voice, putting their hands in Alastor's hair to stroke at his deer ears, this makes him hum softly
a/n: I LOVE ALASTOR WITH MY ENTIRE BEING!! and him being possessive wowie sign me in!!! hope you guys liked this and remember my requests are now open in case anyone wants to suggest a prompt!!
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all you got to do is sit there and look pretty: loa edition
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DISCLAIMER: this was written before a series of realisations, the main point still stands but the subconscious mind does not exist. it is simply awareness. let go and let god.
one thing i have noticed, even in myself, is that we have this need to keep doing something. i need to keep affirming, i need to keep forcing myself into a state, i need to keep focusing on my thoughts or else it won’t manifest. all these thoughts have a common link, a fear of not manifesting, or rather, the 3D not conforming. 
it’s not our fault. we have been primed to think this way. work this hard and you’ll get (x). this is not the way it’s supposed to be. with the law, we break free. 
i need you to know that it’s okay if you’re consciously not thinking from your desire all the time. it’s okay that you don’t feel okay with entering another state if this one is too traumatic for you. relax and know the you on the outside, does not manifest.
who manifests then?
our inner self; our subconscious mind. our subconscious mind is us, but unlike our conscious selves, it is also the Universal Mind, meaning it knows all, it has all knowledge and power stored inside it. our job is to give the subconscious mind a job. as the conscious mind, we hold the key to decide to let what the subcon should manifest and not. we are the guard, we don’t manifest. 
all we really have to do is be still and let God, and by God i do not mean some external being, i mean our subconscious mind; our true self. letting go and detaching doesn’t mean you will stop caring about what you’re manifesting, it simply means that you know that the subconscious will handle it for you. because the subconscious IS you, it’s a robot that only listens to YOUR command. it cannot be influenced by any other force. 
experience 
for the past few days, when i made the unfavourable circumstances post, i was feeling so incredibly awful. i felt i had no reason to live, because i thought me as the conscious sora, was responsible for changing my life. while that is true to an extent, all i have to do is give an order. i told my subconscious mind that night to fix everything for me because i was tired and the next day, all the things that were causing me distress got solved. the next day i had an even better day, because the subconscious really fixed the things causing me stress. life was peaceful again.
it was then i realised that i have been too attached with doing things right, when all i had to do was sit there and look pretty while my subconscious does the work. 
another success happened just now! my browser froze and i didnt save this post. i panicked for a second then i was like “sora you just wrote a post about your subcon fixing things”; so i told my subcon “hey man fix this pls” and it did! lol browser is back to normal which is how ur seeing this post rn
what if my subconscious doesn’t listen?
anything that happens regarding these things is a direct reflection of you. inner creates outer, not the other way around. so, any failure is not because the technique failed, it’s because you haven’t changed self yet. and what changes self? persistence. you must keep persisting because the subconcious HAS NO CHOICE but to listen to you. if it ‘doesn’t’, DON’T ACCEPT IT. 
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And He said unto them, Which of you shall have a friend, and shall go unto him at midnight, and say unto him, Friend, lend me three loaves; for a friend of mine in his journey is come to me, and I have nothing to set before him? And he from within shall answer and say, Trouble me not; the door is now shut, and my children are with me in bed; I cannot rise and give thee. I say unto you, Though he will not rise and give him, because he is his friend, yet because of his importunity he will rise and give him as many as he needeth. And I say unto you, Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be opened unto you. Luke 11:5-9
in this verse that neville also referenced, we can see that the man did not give up. in fact, importunity means: the act of making intrusions, being unrelenting, consistent. unrelenting, he never took no for an answer. he kept going and going and going until the man decided to give him bread. do not take no for an answer. do not settle. even if the door seems shut, you will ALWAYS be the key to open it; there is no other choice. keep telling your subconscious mind that you are rich, you are beautiful, you are everything and your subconscious mind will have no choice but to reflect that onto the 3D because that is its job.
excerpt from power of awareness:
“THERE ARE three principal characters in this quotation, you and the two friends mentioned.
The first friend is a desired state of consciousness .
The second friend is a desire seeking fulfillment.
Three is the symbol of wholeness, completion.
Loaves symbolize substance.
The shut door symbolizes the senses which separate the seen from the unseen.
Children in bed means ideas that are dormant.
Inability to rise means a desired state of consciousness cannot rise to you, you must rise to it.
Importunity means demanding persistency, a kind of brazen impudence.
Ask, seek, and knock mean assuming the consciousness of already having what you desire.
Thus the scriptures tell you that you must persist in rising to (assuming) the consciousness of your wish already being fulfilled. The promise is definite that if you are shameless in your impudence in assuming that you already have that which your senses deny, it shall be given unto you – your desire shall be attained.”
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social media au: fanboying
pairing: mason mount x driver!fem!reader
summary: a private, but not secret relationship being ruined by the one and only lando norris warnings: swearing. this is also a female reader fic so pls keep that in mind before reading. author note: please ignore any inconsistencies, this is all fake so don't take anything too seriously. I originally starting making this while mason was at chelsea, but then transfer season happened and I had to scrap everything and start over. also if you ever see me reuse any photos in future au's...no you didn't.
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₊˚⊹♡ monaco gp 22 ♡⊹˚₊
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y/n.username monaco you will always be iconic ⭐️
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user i love the y/n and seb duo
user aaahhh everything about y/n in monaco is iconic
landonorris does monaco being iconic have anything to do with your good luck charm being in the paddock this weekend?
↳ user uuuhhh lando is there something you want to share with the class??
↳user do we think he's referring to a man
↳user he better not be, y/n is my wife
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masonmount first time in monaco. thank you @redbullracing
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landonorris hey mate 👋
user what is lando doing here??
↳ user I'm pretty sure he's friends with mason
↳ user yeah there's pictures of them at the McLaren headquarters together
↳ user wow...this is such a random crossover
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user omg did you meet any of the players???
user girl i thought you were a villa supporter. what is this betrayal??!!?
↳ y/n.username don't worry i'm here for business purposes only
user does there happen to be a good luck charm on the field??
₊˚⊹♡ [time jump] barcelona gp 23 ♡⊹˚₊
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masonmount always good luck in barcelona
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redbullracing so glad to have ya this weekend 👏
↳ user mason's biggest flaw is being a red bull fan
user are we not gonna talk about y/n liking this post
↳ user relax she's allowed to like other people's posts
↳ user ikik but mason also used good luck in his caption, and lando did say she had a good luck charm in the paddock last year in monaco
↳ user they could just be friends you know
↳ user he's also friends with lando who is starting front row tomorrow so it could be about that
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y/n.username i was forced to spend the whole flight next to this idiot. please barcelona be good to me.
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lando norris boo tomatoes...you literally wanted to fly together
↳ mason mount i mean she does have a point though
↳ y/n.username thank you 🙏 finally someone with common sense
user guys we got our first mason x y/n interaction...i'm calling it they're dating
↳ user ngl they would be cute together
↳ user them being lando's collective biggest hater is so silly
↳ user couples who hate together, stay together
user why do y'all ship y/n with everyone she talks too, i've had enough
↳ user i know, at this point people think she's dating half of the grid
↳ user it's gets so annoying I don't know how she handles it
f1 drama just posted
Aston Martin driver y/n y/l/n seen with a mystery man after 2023 Barcelona gp. They were seen entering and leaving a driver's after party together following race day. Who do you think this mystery man could be? Could it be a fellow driver or possibly her alleged good luck charm?
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user i'm telling y'all it's charles
↳ user nah nah nah it's definitely mick
↳ user you're all delusional
user i feel like he's not a driver, maybe a footballer?
user @f1drama you guys need to stop posting shit like this and let her date in peace. this is her private life.
↳ user fr respect her privacy
₊˚⊹♡ [time jump] 2023 summer break ♡⊹˚₊
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y/n.username a well deserved break 💐
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sebastianvettel I hope you're having a nice summer holiday
↳ y/n.username awww i am, come back please, we miss you
↳ sebastianvettel we?
↳ y/n.username i*
↳ user seb really exposed her on main
landonorris nice flowers
↳ user what do you know that we don't ??
↳ user no because who the fuck is that... we MUST know
user y/n casually soft launching a relationship this really is silly season
user queen please tell us who that is and if he can fight
user I'd buy her an even bigger bouquet if she'd just give me a chance
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y/n.username my good luck charm 🌟 (@landonorris you better watch you're back)
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landonorris everybody makes mistakes, everybody has those days 🤷‍♂️
↳ landonorris I should not have to witness you two being gross and clingy by myself
↳user NOT THE HANNAH MONTANA LYRICS
↳user honestly landos story was a public service act
masonmount love you my flower 🤍💐
↳ masonmount but let's be real you don't need me as a good luck charm
↳ user stop he's cute and supportive and calls her flower. I need to lie down
↳ user is it a reference to the summer break post?
sebastianvettel congratulations you two from the whole family !!!
↳ y/n.username thank you 🤍
↳ user omg seb is such a dad
↳ user stop they're interactions are always so wholesome
charles_leclerc so this means no more googly eyes at each other across the paddock right?
↳ danielricciardo I don't think that's gonna happen mate
↳ user so basically everyone on the grid knew
↳ user the way they're all complaining about how in love y/n and mason are...my heart is hurting
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masonmount my girlfriend is in fact hotter than you
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↳ y/n.unsername I have never worn a man utd shirt. this is defamation. villa for life.
↳ masonmount you're too cute
↳ y/n.username hehe love you 💕
benchilwell so happy for you (please stop making out in front of me it's traumatising)
user can they let us live pls I can't handle all of these cute ass posts
↳ user some of us are too single for this
↳ user I need to go lie down on a highway
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Is It Really Peace (True Form!Sukuna x F!Reader) (Part 2)
For previous parts refer to masterlist
Words: 6k // minors DNI
Tw: last of Yuji heartbreak for now I swear, Yuji is lowkey manipulative, rejection, losing a friend (temporarily), misunderstandings, miscommunication, kinda fluffy, kinda angsty, arranged marriage au, reader has low self esteem, Kaya tells readers dying is better for her, before Sukuna turned evil, not a lot happens in this part???, based on my happy marriage pls for your soul watch it on Netflix
Teaser: "Why? Why would you do that?" You stand there in the doorway, eyes filled with tears. "That was cruel! And–" you sniff. "If you want me to leave then… you have to send me away… and not hope I will discard you the first chance I get! Why?"
Note: if you know what thing Sukuna said in the manga that I am basing this whole vessel situation on with Yuji I love you so much. The puzzle pieces are not even in the same dimension.
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Growing up in a sorcerer family when you are born without cursed energy is a curse itself. Punishment. A promise of suffering. When your mother was around you hardly noticed. She loved you enough to make you blind to the rejection of everyone else and you guess when she died your father was honorable enough to hold your hand for a fleeting moment. When your step mother entered the picture and when Kaya showed that cursed energy was part of her soul; you became an outsider in the blink of an eye, an error and failure, alien. You were alone in this world of Jujutsu. Until you met Yuji again. You have played before but he was sheltered back then like he was meant for something great, not allowed to fully play with other kids, no scratches could get on him. You were 9 when you called each other best friends. You shared the experience of living in a world that did not want you, being each other's safe place. You always had each other's back in the limited way you could.
"(Y/N)!"
You turn around in utter shock. "Yuji?" He stood there in the soft rays of sunlight, the unruly garden blurring out against his beauty.
He just stands there like an echo in time, face stained with tears yet his eyes are hopeful.
"Let's go," he holds his hand out and you stare at it. "I'll take you home."
Sukuna has taken a whole life from Yuji. It is the right– the honorable thing to do. If you want to leave with him then he won't stand in the way. He wants you to be happy. He will just give up finding a bride. He doubts that after you anyone could ever fill the space in his chest. He thinks back on your smile from earlier and already misses it.
"This is not the time to think about duty!" Yuji says. "Let us go," he grabs your wrist but you don't budge.
"Yuji! Stop," you say and take his hand with both of yours. "Please."
"You are in danger here! We can be together. We will start over–" but then he sees it in your eyes.
"Yuji, we can't just turn our backs on these arrangements. It has to happen properly–"
"Now is not the time to be honorable!" He yells and you flinch. "He is not a good man. I know. I know him. He will destroy you. He only cares for power!"
"That's not the Sukuna I have met," you whisper. "He is kind and he lets me make my own choices–"
"Just trust me on this. I know better. Please… what do you think happens when he finds out you have no cursed energy?" Yuji says coldly, hoping that will do it.
You blink at him, eyes falling to the ground.
"We love each other… don't we?"
You meet his eyes at that and look at him for a long moment. "Love has nothing to do with getting married," you say. "I don't want you to marry Kaya… she won't make you happy, but… I–"
"This is Sukuna's idea! He said if you want to go then we can leave. No repercussions." He points to the house.
Your face slips and you let Yuji pull you along for a few steps until you stop him again. A few weeks ago, you wouldn't have protested. A life with Yuji was all you wanted. All you knew. Yuji's kindness was all you knew. But now you know more, and Sukuna makes you feel different, makes you feel new and makes you feel more. Your heart skips beats and pounds faster. You have never felt that before. Love has nothing to do with getting married but maybe you could love Sukuna in a way you cannot love Yuji.
"You don't love me?" Yuji whispers, shock settling in. It makes no sense. It has always been you and him. The only times you would smile was when he was there.
"Like children love each other, I do," your eyes dart at the ground. "I am so grateful for you. But… I feel like I need to stay… for myself."
Yuji lets go of your hand and his face goes pale and apathetic. "So… I just have to accept marrying Kaya then? That's what you are saying?"
Your heart breaks. This was never about the two of you or that innocent type of love that you share for one another. He is desperate. He is unhappy. And of course he is. Because Kaya will never make him happy, not like you could have, no matter whether love would have been in the picture or not. He knows Kaya will make him bitter.
"Yuji," you reach for him but he pushes you away. "You can annul–"
"No. You will see you've made a mistake," he wipes his tears. "And I'll be there for you then… you'll see. All I ever wanted to do was save you."
"Yuji, please–"
"No! You made your choice. This is goodbye," he doesn't even look at you again and leaves you in the solitude of the garden.
You want to throw up with guilt and shame. Yuji has always been there for you and you are so selfish right now. But saying yes to him wouldn't have been right, you can feel in your gut and in your soul that you need to stay.
Sukuna hears the horse gallop away and he is sure it is the end of it. He feels weak for the first time in so long, like his heart is about to give up, a pain he has never before felt or even imagined. "Uraume, I will meet with the Itadoris and–"
"Why? Why would you do that?" You stand there in the doorway, eyes filled with tears. "That was cruel! And–" you sniff. "If you want me to leave then… you have to send me away… and not hope I will discard you the first chance I get! Why?"
Sukuna is sure he forgot how to breathe. Your tears and your fury, your diverted gaze and shaking fists.
He feels ashamed.
Ashamed that he doesn't have the courage to say something now, that his intentions ended in more pain for you and Yuji once again. He fails over and over again to do the right thing. He was certain you would go. Who was he compared to his Yuji who is full of joy and love?
You don't wait for his reply when it takes a moment too long to come and turn away, retiring to your room.
And then Sukuna doesn't see you for two days. Uraume tries to convince you to leave your room when Sukuna leaves for work but you reject their offer too.
He walks past your room in the mornings and stops but can't find the right words. He stops again at night but still has not come up with the right words. You sit behind the wall and wait for them.
Two days turn into three and he can't take it anymore.
It must be the middle of the night when you hear heavy footsteps outside of your room. They walk down the hallway and up again and then stop at your door.
"My lady, are you awake?" His voice is a rumble.
"Yes."
"May I come in?"
"Yes."
You sit up and cover yourself with the blanket as he walks in and closes the door again behind himself. He sits down next to you, his lower set of arms rests on his thighs as his upper crosses over his exposed chest.
He just sits there for a moment, eyes everywhere but on you. How does he still not know what to say?
"You can start," you clear your throat. "With how you and Yuji know each other, please?"
He finally looks at you. Your cheeks are sore from crying, your eyes tired and swollen. He is sorry. "It is a long story."
"I am not tired."
He nods and takes a deep breath. It is a secret that only he, Uraume and the Itadoris know of but you are trustworthy and hopefully still his wife to be. He has no doubts about sharing this with you.
"When I was born… the oracles foretold that my cursed energy would be too much for my body to handle and too dangerous to exist in the world at all this way. Cursed energy for two in a single body," he balls his upper pair of hands to fists. "I would be the strongest, but at the cost of my sanity and goodness, my very humanity. It was foretold that a perfect vessel would be born that could house half of my cursed energy to prevent this."
"A-and this vessel? Is Yuji?"
"Yes. On his 8th birthday it would have been time for the ceremony. But I couldn't do it," Sukuna's head drops. "He was promised a life of greatness. Of being second to only the strongest, to me, to be by my side… and I–" he lets his head drop lower, sighing in frustration.
"He thinks you did it because you wanted the power for yourself… but you couldn't burden him with it." You whisper, realizing. Sukuna has been treated differently his entire life, he is special now and not just because of his looks. He is one of the only ones who is able to deal with high level curses. He carries too much weight on his shoulders.
Sukuna scoffs. Is he just an open book to you? "I watched him grow up. Just a kid, carefree, not having to worry about curses and all burdens of a sorcerer… I couldn't take that from him because some old hag said it needed to be done! He did not deserve it."
Silence.
He rubs over his face, scratches at his chin. "When he told me that he wanted to marry you… that to him it seems I did it on purpose, asking for your hand, I thought, if it is what you want too, I won't rob him of a life yet again."
You close your eyes feeling the sting ripple through you. It was not fair to Yuji.
"I understand."
Silence again that lasts a moment longer. Everything is so quiet. The house sleeps, the entire forest rests in silence too.
"D-did you want me to leave?" You ask.
You look at your hands, lips forming a forced smile as your eyes fill with tears. And that he doesn't say anything drives the fear into every cell of your body. You don't want to leave him. You have to stay with him. You don't know why but you know it to be true.
"My heart ached when I thought you had left in ways I did not know it could, my dear."
You look up and he is even closer. Your eyes lock together, seeing every spec and swirl even in the dim light.
"Not seeing you these past days, was like torture after we spent such enjoyable time together."
"Sukuna?"
"I wanted to get married for social reasons. That is the way between sorcerer families," he smiles regretfully. He knows it is a lie. He was lonely. "But you charmed me, my lady. It goes beyond an arrangement for me now, beyond anything tangible. I would respect your decision to leave but– it would be a gloomy day."
You don't know what to answer to that and look down. And it is there again, that foreign feeling that you have never experienced before. A tug in your chest and stomach, your skin blazing, breath shortening.
"I wanted to know why you are this way. And I called Yuji here because I knew you were childhood friends," he says. "I wanted to know how your family has treated you because it made no sense. Your rough hands and constant apologies, your clothes. If I had known that, well… I wouldn't have. I was sure Yuji knew about your situation. That was all. I apologize for hurting you, for putting you through–"
You don't know what overcomes you. If it is the safety of the darkness or the tears that have been shed for the past few days lulling your judgement. You want to do it. You want to feel it. You wrap your arms around his neck, pressing your face right into his chest, holding him. "I am sorry to worry– to be such a headache to you."
Sukuna freezes for a moment. It cannot be. This feeling. This sublimity in just an innocent touch. His hand comes to hold your back, squeezing you tighter to himself. If he could, he would absorb you, make you his right here right now. "Do not apologize. You did nothing wrong. You are no headache."
"I–" you shut yourself up.
"Yes?"
"I did not mean to yell."
He chuckles softly and another hand moves to the back of your head. "That was your yelling? Nah uh, we will have to practice that once more."
You scoff and pull away, kneeling before his hunched form and looking at him softly. His hand moves to your face, his finger tenderly catches the tears slipping from your eyes, caressing your cheeks.
"We cannot let Yuji get married to my sister, my lord," you whisper. "It would be worse than hell."
"Then we won't let that happen. I promise," he nods. "(Y/N)?"
You hold your breath hearing your name in his voice. You nod, trying to catch every last twitch of his features.
"Why did you not go with him?"
You gasp softly. You are terrified still. If he learns that you have no cursed energy, no cursed technique, will he abandon you… will he take all your feelings with him and leave you in the cold? Even with what he just said? "I… I just– I feel like I have to stay with you," you tell him.
"Out of duty?"
"No!" You look at him again. "No… I mean– b-because I just feel… it's what you need… and what I need too," your voice trails off becoming nearly silent. You cannot explain it because you can hardly grasp it yourself. It's like a deep urge, born from unexplored feelings you don't know well enough just yet.
He nods. "Is there anything else we should talk about?"
Your body tenses. You felt sick. You should tell him before he finds out but you just can't, not yet. You will suffer the consequences eventually. Just a little longer. You want to be with him just a little longer.
"N-no," you lower your gaze. "Do you…?"
"Not for now. You should rest now, my lady," he smiles softly, watching how you lay down and pull the covers over you.
"Thank you," he breathes softly.
You look at him bewildered, "f-for what?"
He shrugs and similes. His hand strokes over your hair. He doesn't know. Your presence? Your kindness? Just all of you?
"Good night, my lady," he says, his hand stopping, resting there so gently on your skull. It is a pleasant sensation, one that has your already tired self doze off nearly instantly.
"Good night, my lord," you reply and fall asleep.
Sukuna stays. He meant to only for a moment. Just wait until he is sure you are soundly asleep. But you look so peaceful, so beautiful. The moment never truly passes. It drags on and continues. He watches over you with soft eyes, with a longing heart that has already let you in. He would never recover from seeing you leave.
When you wake up you can still feel his presence lingering in the room like a pleasant echo, like he only just left. Your talk from the dead of night rings in your ears, you still have so many questions to ask him.
Instead of Sukuna a little box is placed carefully right next to you. You blink and sit up quickly, nearly feeling dizzy at the speed. You haven't put it there, it isn't yours.
You open the box and hold your breath, no, it rather gets stuck in your throat. Inside is a beautiful hairpiece and a matching silky ribbon. The hairpiece mimics cherry blossoms, bedazzled with soft pink glass ornaments and the ribbon matches in color. A gift? You have never owned something so fancy. You aren't worthy. This could never look pretty enough on you.
You get up and run down the hall to the drawing room where Uraume is serving tea to Sukuna as he flicks through the newspaper.
"Lord Sukuna?" You say and you are out of breath for some reason. You hold the box in your hands like it is a fragile heirloom.
"Do not even start," he groans. "It is a gift. Accept it."
Uraume holds back their amusement and pours you a cup of tea.
"I… I will treasure it for the rest of my life, my lord," you say and meet his eyes. "Thank you so much… I… I have never received a gift before."
His expression softens. He wants to go out immediately and buy you more, give you as many pretty things as you deserve, as you already should possess. "Come sit."
You nod but not before you run back and safely put your new treasure away. You have tea and breakfast together then Sukuna leaves for work. You and Uraume clean up the kitchen together.
They chuckle. "He has been trying to give it to you for weeks."
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"Uraume? I would like to gift Lord Sukuna something back," you tell them. "But I am afraid I don't have the means… or know where to even start."
It's been a few days since you and Sukuna talked and since he made you the gift. Things have been light aside from Yuji still haunting you in the back of your mind but you are sure even that will be better soon. Sukuna said you will figure it out, that he won't have to marry Kaya. And you believe him.
"Oh!" Uraume puts the dishes in the sink and takes your hand, leading you to the room with the books. "You can make him something."
"The dishes–"
"We can do them later."
You nod. "Making something would be good enough?"
"Absolutely. Maybe something the master uses every day?" Uraume suggests. "He will be so flustered," they giggle evilly, like this is a ploy against Sukuna and not for him.
You smile and flick through the magazine that teaches how to make an array of beautiful things. You find the instructions to a braided cord and think. "Uraume, the bag he takes to work that holds his weapons, its string looks worn out. Maybe I can replace it?" You show them.
"That's a wonderful idea, Miss (Y/N)," they nod. "We can go to the city tomorrow to gather all you need for this project."
You nod with a smile. "Thank you. I would be happy–"
You hear the motormobile pull into the yard and your heart skips a beat. It happens every time Sukuna comes home. You truly are happy he has returned. You and Uraume walk to the door and kneel to greet him but upon seeing your fiance you gasp and hold your breath. Sukuna is covered in cuts and blood, bruises and scrapes.
He looks at you with tired, seeing the fear in yours. "I will heal myself, it is not a big deal," he tells you and takes your hands. "Do not concern yourself," he forces a smile and walks past you.
Later, he sits in the drawing room like nothing happened, like you imagined these cuts and bruises. You can't shake it. You grew up around sorcerers your whole life but they never got injured like this. Or maybe you just never saw it. Maybe it is also the fact that you care for Sukuna differently.
"Do you want to go for a walk with me?" Sukuna asks. "Some air will do you well."
"Y-yes," you nod.
You walk outside and the sun is just about to go down. It is peaceful. This life could be peaceful but is it really? You look at Sukuna. The life of a sorcerer can it really be peaceful?
"W-what happened?" You ask.
"A strong curse ambushed. It looked worse than it was. You truly dont–"
"Don't say I don't have to concern myself–" your eyes widen. Why are you getting loud? You have never before even found that voice, the energy or reason to. Why are you talking back to him? You know better.
"Keep going," he encourages and you feel dizzy.
"I… I just– I do worry of course. I care for you," you whisper.
Sukuna smiles, "I couldn't hear you?"
"I care for you," you look at him. "I worry."
He still pretends like he doesn't hear you, holding his hands at his ears and leaning down closer to you.
"I CARE FOR YOU AND I WORRY!" You squeeze your hands to fists and yell at him. He looks pleased, the smile turns into a sly smirk.
His hand comes to rest on your head, "I fight differently knowing you wait for me at home. I used to take on as much work as possible, come home late at night, but now I have a reason to get home. Rest well, I will not let a stupid curse or anything else harm me and prevent me from coming home to you."
You feel that spark again, the current overtaking you and running under your skin, swirling in your chest. You blush and look to the ground. You walk on, not able to stand still. You feel like you're going to come undone, fall apart, bubble over like a pot of rice.
"Heh," he smiles, following right behind you.
"Lord Sukuna? What you told me the other night, does this mean you have not always looked like this?" You ask. You needed to fill the silence with something and you have been wondering the entire time.
"Like a monster?"
You turn to him so quickly. "You are no monster at all, my lord," you touch his face softly, standing on your tiptoes to do so, and he stares at you with a stern look. You pull back immediately, lips trembling with an apology but he takes your hand instead and brings it to his mouth, giving it a soft kiss.
"I had a normal body once," he says. "But as my technique grew stronger, my body adapted too."
"Oh," you nod understandingly.
"I might even turn ugly. Who knows?"
"I doubt you could, my lord," you smile at him timidly.
"So you think I am handsome?" He grins again, teasingly this time. He is in a special mood tonight, mischievous and pushing.
You want to run and hide. Your face gets hot. Your breath shortens. "Y-yes… of course, I d-do," you stammer, your eyes fall to the ground habitually but he gently takes your chin between his fingers and tilts your gaze back up.
"How fortunate I am," he says huskily and a knot forms in your stomach. His gaze is intense.
He looks at you like you're a treasure, someone worthy. It's so unfamiliar and striking, filling a void in you. But you know it is just because he doesn't know.
"Lord Sukuna, do you mind if I leave the house tomorrow?"
His eyebrows twist and he gets down on one knee before you. He is nearly taller still. Seeing him from this angle is unfamiliar, your chin tapped down ever so slightly. You want to touch his hair.
"Is something going on?" He asks, concerned.
"No! I just have an errand to run!" You smile.
"Tomorrow I have something to do, if you can wait until the day after, I can accompany you," Sukuna offers. "I wouldn't like letting you go alone."
"Oh! Not at all. Uraume is coming with me," you clarify and his face softens. "You don't have to bother. It is something small."
"Is that so? Very well then. Of course you can go," he raises up again. "Just come back to me."
"Always, my lord," you smile.
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Sukuna's objective of the day may be unheard of. It depends on who you ask. To him it is righteous.
"You will be careful," he orders.
"Of course," you bow. "You will be too?"
He chuckles. It is ridiculous to tell him that but he is growing fond of it every passing day. He pats your head, "of course. Until later then."
"Goodbye, Lord Sukuna."
He is on a mission. A mission to get some justice for you and to make your engagement official. He has made up his mind. Nothing will come between you now. He never had feelings for a woman before and he is trying to hold back what he feels now too, but when he looks at you it all feels right. It all feels like it is supposed to be this way. He fully intends on making you his wife.
You recollect the time before it got so bad at home. You were allowed to go to the city and the buzz definitely fascinated you. You were allowed to go to school and meet with friends. You went to parks and your mother took you places.
It feels a little like that now, ambling with Uraume through the busy streets. You are on a mission. The gift is a sign of gratitude but an apology as well. You know you will not marry Sukuna. You are not fit to be his wife given your lack of cursed energy, and everything else a lady should possess. But for all the kindness he offers you you want to thank him.
"Have you thought of a color combination, Miss (Y/N)?" Uraume asks.
"I have something in mind but want to see what they offer first," you smile. "I think of red when I think of Lord Sukuna."
He does not want to be civil about it. But he must. Sukuna is already on close catch by the clans for simply being the strongest, he cannot make it worse for himself.
"Lord Sukuna, welcome," your father says.
"Thank you for having me," he bows and does the small talk as he follows inside to sit.
"You are such a busy man, that you take the time to visit me is an honor," your step mother jokes but it isn't funny whatsoever.
"So what brings you here?"
"Your daughter," Sukuna says, watching closely. He wants to tear your father's face off seeing that small grin.
"What has she done?"
They bargained with your life. Sukuna is aware of the rumors about him. This was all just an attempt to kill you without getting their hands dirty? It cannot be.
"Oh, nothing at all. I intend to make the engagement official and marry her as soon as possible," Sukuna says and leans back, nonchalant and collected.
"What?!" They both lose it for a second. "I mean," your father backtracks. "Sure. How wonderful. Then we have a lot to–"
"I find it important that from here on, we make sure the relationship between our family's is settled. In our circle people marry into families to gain status, but I am not willing to give the (L/N) that. I have, however, no issues providing a dowry– well, under conditions."
"Condition? Whatever are you on about?"
"You don't understand? I want that you apologize to (Y/N). I know how you have treated her. What you have done to her and the hell you put her through. If you don't apologize looking her into her eyes, we cut ties right now and you will not see a coin but perhaps my rage instead. Those are my conditions."
"You come into my house to threaten me?" Your father raises an eyebrow.
"It seems I do. So?"
"I need to think about this," he balls his fists.
"I am willing to wait, but I don't have a lot of patience. I find the way out. Good day."
Your father is too stunned. His plan shattered before his eyes.
"Beautiful, Miss (Y/N)," Uraume smiles as you hold up the three bundles of your chosen hues. Red, pink and a gold. "Will you wait here just a second? We ran out of salt."
"I can–"
"No, that is part of my job! Just wait for a moment, please." Uraume humms and is gone down the road already.
You smile and wait. You hope Lord Sukuna won't find you making him something childish or tacky.
You watch the commotion around you and can't help but feel like you have been left behind. You are alone right now. But it is just right now. You cherish every second you are allowed to spend with Sukuna and Uraume. But soon… soon you truly will be alone… when he learns you have no cursed energy. You take a deep breath.
"Well, well, is that my sister I see?"
You feel a coldness take over that has been pushed so far to the back of your mind by the warmth Sukuna gives you, you had almost forgotten it. You look up, your whole body tensing, not choosing fight or flight but to simply freeze. "K-kaya?"
Kaya and Yuji are walking towards you. They are looking beautiful together but Kaya's gaze is twisted with venom while Yuji doesn't even look at you.
"I guess it has been a while, my sweet darling, (Y/N)," she says and all you can do is breath shakily. You want to do something. "Isn't this a treat? Seeing my dear sister alive is a surprise! Maybe even Ryomen Sukuna didn't think you'd make a good meal."
You want to do something. She has no power over you anymore. You don't live in that house anymore and you cannot return, you will not return no matter what happens. You have to say something.
"But seeing you still wearing that shabby kimono… I guess he has kicked you out, abandoned you," she giggles. "That comes to no surprise. You are just so useless. Ryomen Sukuna is like a God amongst men after all, you are dirt."
"T-that– it's not–" Your words don't work, don't manage to leave your constricted larynx.
"It was inevitable, wasn't it? It's great you didn't get eaten, right? I mean…. Is it? You probably wanna die, don't you? Your sad excuse for a life must be so hard. So dreadful. I can't imagine being not good enough for anything… being so utterly useless. If I was you, I'd rather die."
You need to speak up. You need to say something. You are shaking.
"You will let me know if you are ever in need of some money, won't you?" She cooes. "If you'd beg and crawl before me I might be compelled to give you a coin, sister."
You feel an anger surge up. At Yuji. At how he is just standing there and looking away, saying nothing. But maybe it just isn't his duty anymore. Maybe you just aren't friends now. He always stood up for you, got in trouble for it. But after what happened, after your rejection to not only his confession but saving him… you cannot expect him to. You should save yourself. You should… Sukuna would want you to. Yet you just stand there. Not saying anything– not being able to say anything.
"Nothing to say? Just like before. You haven't changed at all."
You feel awful. You feel small. "I… am so… sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry," you whisper to yourself. You are sorry for yourself. You are useless. She is right.
"Miss (Y/N)!" Uraume appears from the sea of people. "Who might that be?" They look at Kaya and just give Yuji a nod.
"I am Kaya (L/N), nice to meet you. I am (Y/N)'s younger sister. You must be a colleague of–"
"Ah, now I know who you are. The spoiled (L/N)," Uraume pretends to remember. "Lady (Y/N) has hardly talked about you but you hear things."
Kaya's face turns red. "W-what? L-lady?!"
"Of course lady. She will marry Lord Sukuna soon," they smile. "Shall we then? Goodbye." Uraume links their arm with yours and pulls your trembling form away. "Are you okay, Miss?"
"Y-yes." You both know it is a lie.
"Yuji! Why didn't you say anything! That servant made fun of me, didn't she?! You should have defended me," Kaya shrieks loud enough for you to hear before the around you people drown it out.
Sukuna is about to leave the estate when he spots Yuji walking alongside a blonde he assumes is your sister. He knows Yuji doesn't want him to acknowledge their connection so he walks past him with no regard whatsoever.
Once he is off the property Sukuna lets out a small breath he was holding all along. He cannot wait to come home to you and hear about your venture to the city. He won't tell you what his business was today, you would likely feel like a burden again, or that worse… like Sukuna was being harsh.
When he arrives you and Uraume greet him at the door, like you always do just today you keep your gaze lowered and your voice is void or anything. His gaze twists in horror. It is like you took five steps back again, being worse than even the first days.
"What happened?" He asks.
"N-nothing, Lord Sukuna. I would like to retire. It was a long day," you bow, not even waiting for his approval of your request. You are stuck in tunnel vision, stalking down the hall and disappearing into your room.
He looks at Uraume who is still kneeling, "I left her alone for a moment to grab salt and she ran into her sister and Master Yuji. It is my fault, Master. Punish me how you see fit."
"It's not your fault," he dismisses them.
Sukuna decides to give you some time before he would talk to you. He hates having dinner alone, he hates to know you won't feel the comfort of the bath tonight, he hates that he can't talk to you. He hates not having you close. He hates knowing you are upset even more. You are precious.
"(Y/N)? Can we talk?" He stands before your room. You don't answer him. "Whatever worries you… I promise you it does not matter. You are right what you need to be. You are enough." He hears the faintest sob and his heart breaks. "Let us see if the cherry tree are blooming tomorrow morning, okay? Goodnight, my dear."
He wouldn't say that if he knew. If he knew you have no cursed energy he would say the same things as Kaya. You hate yourself. You hate that you are this way and you hate even more that you didn't stand up to her.
When you lose Sukuna… you hope you will just die…. Losing him and dying will be the same to you anyway.
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inniejeonginnie · 8 months
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heaven is a place on earth with you - b.c x reader
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summary: chan loved you before he met you. call it fate or manifestation, his mind is set on loving you for as long as you let him—and he hopes to hold you tightly in his arms and his heart forever.
pairing: chan x gn!reader
genre: fluff
wc: ~1000
cw: food, low self-esteem (chan)
i loved writing this way too much yes i am a hopeless romantic yes i do believe in love sue me. anyway pls enjoy <3
Chan started writing about you long before he actually met you.
You have your head on his lap, his knuckles brush your neck with the lightest touch—he just wants to touch you, to comprehend your existence, to reflect how his unfathomable desire to love someone like you became real.
It's way past midnight and neither of you could sleep, choosing to watch something instead. Roman Holiday, Sabrina, War and Peace, and now he can't point exactly where he got lost in thought. Had it happened when Audrey Hepburn's character got a haircut or maybe during a ball? Chan can't think about anything else other than his notebooks, filled with scribbles and scratches of verses he, at the time, thought to be mere idealizations.
He looks back at all those nights before he stumbled upon the small bookstore you always visited, and how his friends used to mock him for writing romance lyrics when he had never fallen in love.
"I'm manifesting," he laughs, deeply hurt by the probability of never experiencing what he writes about.
Endless pages filled with unalloyed want—his want to be understood, admired, seen, and his need to understand, admire, see, and love someone.
Pages dedicated to pouring his affections out about the beauty of somebody's eyes, how they make him smile and how he can see his heart beating inside of them; about this person's smile, and how it makes him a stronger person. These pages describe in detail this person's touch, voice, laugh, how they would feel under Chan's palms, how their tears would dry, how Chan could mess things up and how this person would, eventually, realize they deserve better and leave him.
The day he meets you, you're buying a gift at your favourite bookstore. It's his first time entering that old-fashioned, dusty place, full of snobbish employees, and he wonders if he should leave.
He never thought about what made him walk to the shop that day—"Fate," you giggle as you brush his curls up, begging for him to continue his storytelling.
He's glad he did.
When you turn around and blink at him, he feels something similar to a deja-vu, and the exact words he had formerly written flash in his mind. "Can I help you?", he recalls hearing your voice for the first time and seeing your face stretched out in an awkward smile.
Chan is standing in the middle of the only hallway of that cramped store, and yet he has no will to move, and no intention of letting the walking projection of his written fascination for love walk away. However, his main goal is to not look like a creep. "No, sorry. Just zoned out," and he lets out an even more graceless laugh.
You nod and walk away. Chan's heart walks away hand in hand with you at that very moment. He was never one to believe in love at first sight, but for him, it wasn't at first sight. He had seen you before, he had written and thought about you—"Maybe past lives?" you whisper to him under a heavy blanket, kissing the warm skin of his collarbones, and he shrugs it off. Fate, past lives, love at first sight, or manifestation, call it what you want, he's just glad you're around.
He starts buying a book every other day. Every one of his friends is gifted the most random titles: It starts with Minho and a period piece, and it ends with Hyunjin being gifted a handbook of massage therapy.
He sees you again in the middle of the night browsing through the oldest books he has ever seen, and he bolts to the same shelf. The employees are used to him now, and they're almost courteous when they see Chan trying to approach you, only a few judging glares are thrown in his direction.
He doesn't plan on talking to you, he just needs to know if you're the one he dreamt, wrote, and talked about. No, who he loves. "I've seen you around," you accidentally brush your hand on his when you two reach for the same book, coughing up the words. "I come here a lot."
"Really? It's my favourite place."
Chan nods again. His face is free of makeup and his hair is a mess. He's dressed in his worst pyjamas and yet, you look at him like you find him beautiful. You do. You would be crazy not to. He's gorgeous, and you wonder if you had dreamt about him before. Perhaps when you were little and dreamt about prince charming, he probably looked a lot like Chan.
"I've been around a lot lately. To buy books. Gifts to my friends," he carefully chooses his words, "We saw each other a few days ago, actually."
"I know," you point to one of the workers, "my friend is the owner. She told me about how you would come over every other day and buy the worst books they have in store."
He laughs, dimples fully showing. "Is it weird that I bought all these books because I wanted to see you again and not look like a creep?"
"No. That's why I'm here, too." you maunder and his heart skips a beat. Maybe he wasn't fooling himself with the thought of being loved. Maybe he could be. Maybe he could be dear to someone who talks like they walked out of his most recurrent dream, who looks like a fairytale came true. Possibly his remorse for himself could be lessened if he held your own melancholic love close to him before he fucked everything up.
From that day on, he learned that your touch on his skin felt exactly what he had written about. He learned that your hand on his felt like a cocoon; that your perfume smells like the most addictive love potion, that your normal aroma smells like what love smells like when acquired naturally; that your lips are a sigh of relief and to touch them, either with his fingers or his lips, is to touch a treasured flame.
To feel your words hitting his ears is to feel his words hugging him, the understanding he could only have with himself now extended to you. To feel your tears falling and pooling on his shirt, all provoked by him feels like the worst nightmare he couldn't quite wake up from, let alone write down.
He figures how every inch of your enchantment he had written about before meeting you is amplified in uncountable times, and how his fondness only grows as you trespass the limits of his scribbles. But he also figures out the horror of losing you, even for a bit. The terrifying sight of seeing you cry and mourn a piece of the love you gave to him and wasn't properly accepted or respected, scarred him more profoundly than he could ever fathom.
You yawn and stretch on his lap, clinging closer to him in motion to let him know you need your beauty sleep, as you like to call it. He's not sure what is happening in the movie, but he feels you sliding upwards to hide your face in the crook of his neck and sees your arms snaking around his waist, so he supposes it's something boring—you always do it, use him as a shield to protect you of any potential discontentment, even the slightest discomfort.
"Are you sleepy yet?" you interrogate in your quietest tone, letting out a sigh of relaxation when he starts rubbing your back. "No, not really. I could go to bed, though."
"You'll just stare at me in my sleep."
"Can you blame me for this? If you slept next to someone as pretty as you, you would lose sleep too," pretty sparkly eyes look into yours, forcing the separation of your safe haven, his embrace. "I do sleep next to someone as pretty as me. We're a pretty couple."
He agrees with a chuckle, seeing your eyes already closing, not fighting sleep anymore. Chan notices how he dedicated an entire page to writing about how it must feel to have your heart in your hands, to hold it and not let it go. It's better than anything he could ever imagine—your warmth, the softness of your touch, the rhythm in the way you breathe.
It makes him shine with tenderness, and wither with fear at the same time. Sometimes he does believe he manifested you into his life, into loving him. Or maybe he met you in previous lives and you were the one that got away, back in the 14th century. Either way, he always felt like his time with you is limited. Maybe he manifested you, and now the ending is predestined to be just the way he wrote it, or maybe you two are fated to be apart.
That's the reason why he always holds you tightly, tries to memorize your giggles, kisses every inch of your body with devotion and continues to write about you, to have any reminiscent taste of you when he speaks those words out loud, long after he inevitably destroy everything, and you're gone. "I know this look. This one on your face, yes."
"This is my face," and he overhears a dozed-off grumble as you turn down his attempts to suffer in silence.
He doesn't need to say anything, just the gentle bump of his head on your shoulder is enough for you to understand what is going on. You don't need to say anything, either. Your fingers fiddle with his curls, the wispy hairs on the back of his neck, and his sweatshirt. "Stop sabotaging yourself with these thoughts, Channie. You're so deserving of love, baby. I'm so glad I'm the one to love you this closely."
"Tell me you're not leaving."
"I'm not. Maybe we parted ways in different lives, in your songs or another universe," you squeeze his cheeks, madly adoring just because you can, "but not on this one. I'm very firm on the idea of buying us a house on the beach and collecting broken seashells, maybe living off cheese, jam and bread. Have your friends come over to check on us because they think we're insane. You're not taking my dream away from me."
"Your dream is eating jam and bread every day?"
"You are my dream, Channie," you two laugh after a few seconds, flustered with the sudden cheesiness of the declaration, "but you are! It's tacky but it's true!"
He never argues back and instead contemplates if it would be selfish of him to marry you—to have you by his side forever.
Chan falls asleep first that night while you read one of the books you bought back when you were still trying to get his attention in the bookstore. His silky arms and the scattered beauty marks on them are almost hypnotic to you, and you can't help but laugh.
One day you will tell Chan all about the pretty guy you had written about some years previous to meeting him—the one with curly hair, short height and deep dimples. The same one that now slept with you in his arms, and the same one that smiled so brightly when you called him "Channie."
Unbeknownst to him, you took a step further and wrote about a nice and cozy house on the beach and how Chan, the guy that called you "pretty" with so much sympathy, would respond when you called him husband.
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iddybiddysquish · 1 year
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Just Keep Swimming - Siren!Todoroki x Reader
Part 1.5
Fandom: My Hero Academia
Gender: AFAB
Warnings: Oral (fem receiving), fingering, marking, Siren anatomy, arousal venom, biting, two dicks, oviposition - not good with terminology to let me know if I've missed anything!
Notes: Feedback is welcomed and I hope you have a good time reading! This is quite self indulgent and my first time writing smut so be gentle with me pls <3 Reader has a Siren quirk. Not beta read, we die like men.
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A side effect of being surrounded by marine life was that I didn't have to be near people. I could just swim and survive on the land - using my quirk, of course. Without it I'd drown and rot, but that was a small detail. 
Quirk: siren
Allows the individual to breathe underwater, hold their breath for long periods of time, shapeshift into a fish hybrid and to take on mermaid-like properties. The user can also sing to lure people and other creatures to them, having a brainwashing effect. The user is also able to communicate with sea life, manipulate water and the weather. 
So that's what I was doing. I went to my local beach and just dived in after finding a cove to store my stuff. After all, just because I was immune to the pressure and the cold of the water didn't mean I wouldn't be freezing and damp when I came out. 
As soon as I entered the water I felt my body relax. My skin gained a shimmering hue as my skin adapted and scales formed across my legs as they turned into two tails and a tail sprouted from my coccyx. My feet slowly grew fins as my fingers grew webbing, claws and fangs protruding from my body sharply. 
I could have a mermaid tail if I wanted to. Much like how I could have more webbing and fins across my arms and legs, but I didn't see the point. It was a more painful process for little reward. 
As per usual I took my deep sea camera with me to snap pictures here and there. Every now and then I'd spot a fish or a beautiful bit of reef to take pictures of. It was very peaceful. 
However I was brought out of the moment as I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand on edge as I surveyed the scene. I was being watched, for sure, but by who I couldn't see. It's not like there were any divers nearby, so it had to be a predator. But, again, there was nothing of the sort around. 
I huffed to myself before going back to taking pictures. However I kept my guard up and kept sneaking glances around as I did. 
Todoroki was fed up. Another argument with his father led to him storming out with angry clicks sounding behind him. He could only take so much from the man who seemed to demand respect without giving it to others. 
So he left. The safety of his pod was behind him as he reached shallower ocean to try and get away for a bit. He just needed some time to process everything. 
Todoroki's father wanted him to get a mate, and he wasn't waiting for it to happen naturally. So he interfered with his social life, again, to the point that it was preventing him from searching for his mate at all. Not that his father cared - he just needed Todoroki to find someone and settle down, whether they were truly his mate or not. 
Todoroki wasn't like that. He couldn't just settle down with just anyone. It needed to be someone he cared about. Someone who could be a companion - a friend. Not just a lover to populate the dwindling numbers of Sirens. 
That was when he caught sights of you. 
Darting out of sight he hid behind a deep rooted part of the reef as he eyed you with curiosity. Your strong tail and slim, delicate leg-like tails practically fluttered around you as you put a weird looking box to your face before pressing a button. 
Todoroki looked at you like you were crazy. He wasn't sure what the device you held was, but he wanted to know. 
It was then he took in your appearance further. You had (H/L), (H/C) flowing around you. You had claws, much like him as well as little fins and webbing around your ears, hands and along your body. But that was where the similarities ended. 
He'd never seen a creature like you before. Even when he'd come out here before, there was nothing remotely similar. Hell, him and his pod looked more similar to you than anything he'd seen before, and yet the differences were vast. 
So he couldn't help his curiosity as he dared to get closer. 
'Just another look…' he told himself as he inched closer, carefully hiding behind the reef again, waiting for you to move. 
He continued to stalk you as you got deeper into the ocean and this lasted a while. It got to the point that any light that permeated the waters had gone - but that didn't deter you. It's not like you couldn't see in the dark, much like Todoroki. 
Todoroki noted that down in his mental checklist of similarities, watching as you discarded the camera across your chest. From there you began to swim, getting deeper and deeper. 
Todoroki wondered briefly where you slept. It was getting late and he knew he'd be in for a bollocking if he didn't turn up soon - but he wanted to wait this out to find out where you were going to go. 
So he did - and it paid off.
Eventually you realised how late it was when you checked your watch. Concluding you'd had your fun, you spun around and swiftly made your way back to the cave that held your belongings in it. 
Todoroki followed slowly, keeping his distance. He didn't want you to spot him just yet but when you entered the cave he found himself peeking his head up to get a good look. 
To his horror he saw your tail recede and your fins thin out until they were able to be dusted off your body. All your scales vanished leaving a (S/C) hue to your body. 
He quickly vanished once you began to get changed, feeling the heat rush to his cheeks. Still, whilst he laid in his bed he thought of you. 
'A human…?' played around in his mind like a reel. 
He'd seen humans. But never ones like that. They always had diving gear on - weird masks and large tanks on their backs so they could breathe. 
They certainly never had fins and scales.
Eventually Todoroki fell asleep. But his mind never stopped thinking of you. He concluded to himself that he was going to see you again. 
He promised it to himself. And Todoroki didn't have to wait long. 
It was the day after the next. I stretched as I removed my clothes, carefully placing them in my bag before putting my bag in the dry part of the cove I'd found. From there I jumped into the pool at the back of the cove and swam towards the ocean with my trusty camera. 
I was determined to get some more pictures of interesting marine life for my niece. She loved the camera so much last time, so I made a promise to find more for her to enjoy the next time I see her. 
I was not disappointed as I neared the reef I was at the other day. But this time I planned to go further, having more of the day to explore.
It wasn't long into swimming that I felt that eerie sensation of being watched again. But this time, when I looked, I spotted a shimmering colour of red and white darting away from my vision. 
Snapping my gaze towards it, I saw nothing but a seaweed garden. That was, until I neared. 
I caught the movements of a mixture of red and white scales belonging to a huge tail. It has nothing on my tails in size comparison. But when I reached out to touch it, suddenly it jumped back and away. 
I gave chase, following the creature with curiosity. However, with his superior tail, I was struggling. So I did the only thing I could think of. 
"Hey, wait!" I clicked loudly in his direction. 
That caught his attention, causing him to stop sharply and turn back with surprise. I grinned when I realised it worked and waved at him. 
The man was a mermaid. A real mermaid. And I couldn't believe my chances. 
Todoroki hesitantly waved back as I squealed to myself much to his confusion. He didn't mind having my attention, but found it slightly confusing as he moved some of his hair out of his face. 
It was then I greedily took in his appearance. Red and white split hair, pale skin and sharp features. He was downright handsome, even as a fish-man. 
"Uh, hi!" I beamed, clicks emanating my excitement effortlessly. Todoroki hesitantly replied back, but replied back he did. 
I was dying inside. 
I dared to, slowly, swim forward. Todoroki didn't move, but his hackles were still noticeably raised. So I was careful in my approach as I looked up at him. 
"Are you a mermaid?" I begged curiously. Todoroki frowned at this before shaking his head. 
"Siren." He responded curtly, "Are you a human?" I nodded. 
"Yep! I don't look like it at the moment because of my quirk." I shrugged. Todoroki looked at me, puzzled, earning my explanation, "It's like a superpower people evolved to have. Mine is called Siren, funnily enough. It's what allows me to come down here and talk to you!"
Todoroki was baffled. Sure he'd seen the odd human once or twice, but they'd never had any kind of special powers. At least, not to the eye. That being said, he hadn't seen humans for a while and the memories were hazy at best. They could've had two heads and he wouldn't remember it. Humans never bothered his pod so he never bothered with them. It just didn't matter to him. 
His eyes drifted across my body curiously. When he reached out I tried my best not to flinch at his touch, letting him trace my scales around my arms and shoulders. When his hand reached up my neck and towards my face I felt my cheeks flush at the intimate contact. 
He was gentle in his pursuit. And I found myself tracing his light fins across his arms and reciprocating his light touches, doing my own investigations. 
Todoroki has lovely fins across his arms, back and tail. They emanated the same colour scheme as his tail - reds and whites, though the way they shimmered gave him a milky tone. His skin was pale and glowing with the same sort of hue as my own. 
Intrigued, I analysed his face as he analysed my own. Todoroki had one grey eye and one turquoise. His brows were matching his hair and he had next to no colour to his skin, although it was freckled with pale, moonstone-like scales. I moved my hands to trace his ears ever so delicately, awed by the thin fins that existed in place of ears. 
"You're beautiful." He commented as he traced my chin. I immediately baulked, pink rising to my cheeks - something he noticed quickly and traced with a clawed finger, curiously, "Why are you pink?"
"Uhh…" I squeaked, "We do that when we're embarrassed."
"Why are you embarrassed?" I shook my head. 
"It doesn't matter…" I muttered as he gazed into my eyes. I wasn't sure if he didn't get social cues or if he meant this to be as intimate as it was, so I cut him some slack and looked away, cheeks still flushed as he watched me. 
"What's your name?" I begged curiously. Todoroki hummed for a moment before responding. 
"Todoroki Shoto."
"Nice to meet you. I'm (L/N) (F/N)." I greeted, holding out my hand. When he looked at it, perplexed, I giggled and took the initiative to grab his hand and shake it. He returned the gesture once he caught on, but found it confusing nonetheless. 
‘Is this something humans do when they meet one another?’
Todoroki's face moved back to the box on my body and poked it, making me giggle. 
"Do you wanna take photos with me?"
"What's that?"
"Photos are renditions of things. Look." I beamed, showing him the screen, "I took a picture of the coral and now I have a small version of the image in the camera."
"Ca-me-ra?" He repeated with a foreign tongue. I nodded. 
"That's what it's called." I beamed, "Do you want to try?"
Todoroki watched as I removed the device from my body before passing it to him. He held it awkwardly, trying his best not to break it as I showed him how to work it. 
"Does it hurt?" He begged hesitantly. I shook my head. 
"No, not at all!" He nodded before pointing the camera as he looked through the lens. 
To my surprise, his first picture he wanted to take was of me, so I posed for the camera. When he took the picture he immediately looked to see the image across the screen with awe. I giggled at this before offering to take his picture. 
"Okay." He smiled, passing the device back to me. Immediately he gave a peace sign and a bright smile full of sharp teeth. It was a beautiful, though uneasy, sight. 
"Done!" I beamed, passing the device back to him so he could take a look. 
I realised quickly that Todoroki likely never had seen himself before as he traced the camera. I smiled as I watched him mimic the motion on his own face as he beamed down at the device. 
I couldn't get over his excitement and wondered more about him. Does he speak English? What did he know about humans? Are there more of him?
"Do you have family?" I begged curiously as he eyed the different pictures I'd taken whilst being here. He looked up at me for a moment before looking back down at the camera. 
"Yeah. We call them pods." He mumbled, "They don't know I'm here."
"Why are you here? It must be far out from your home?" He nodded. 
"Came here to get away." He admitted, looking to the side, "To be alone."
"Were you here two days ago as well by any chance?" He nodded. 
"I saw you with this." He waved his hand, "But was worried about approaching." I nodded. 
"Understandable."
"What is your pod like?" He begged, giving me back the camera. I paused at that, thinking for a moment before responding as I discarded the camera back to my body. 
"They're fairly understanding." I mused, "We're quite similar. Each of us all have quirks related to the sea or water. So we spend a lot of time near the beach or lakes. 
"I don't live with them anymore so I see them less than usual."
"You don't live with them?" He begged, surprised. I shook my head. 
"Once you turn 18 you're legally an adult. You might live with them for a bit but generally people move out to their own place. My brother has his own pod now that he has a baby. 
"Is it not the same for you?"
"We live in pods together. Never split up." He shook his head.
"How old are you?" I begged curiously. He tilted his head at me before answering. 
"24." I nodded before telling him my age. He nodded slightly.
"Do you like your family?" He begged, swimming around me. I followed him with my gaze as he circled me and giggled at his enthusiasm. 
"I love my family. We're very close, all of us despite the distance." I hummed, watching as he paused his pursuit to look closely at my tail.
"I'm not very close with my family." He admitted carefully as he rounded back to meet me face to face, making me jump at the proximity, "My father is overbearing." 
"I'm sorry to hear that." 
"He's determined for me to mate with a random female to continue to genepool." I frowned at this. 
"That sounds awful. Do you mate for life?" He nodded, making me deflate, "That sounds incredibly oppressive." He nodded. I leaned back onto my back and looked up at him as I thought over the next question carefully. However he beat me to it. 
"Do you have a mate?" I shook my head. 
"No." I hummed, kicking my tails slightly to keep afloat, "In my world we don't have mates per se. We have partners that we marry."
"Marry?" He begged slowly. I nodded. 
"It's a societally recognised partnership. Like a mate but with legal standing."
"That sounds nice." I nodded. 
"Marriage is very serious. But it's also very special, in my eyes anyway. It's like the end goal of a relationship for humans."
"Do you mate for life?" I hesitated at the question for a moment. 
"We're supposed to but it's not very common." I scratched my head, "The rate of people annulling marriage is over 50 percent."
"That's rather high." He mused. 
"Yeah it's not good. But everyone is looking for 'the one'. It just doesn't end up being the person they choose to marry."
"How do you annul a marriage?" He begged, confused, "Is it not like mating for life?" I shook my head.
"It's a commitment, but you have the choice to leave. However it's difficult and a long, arduous process." 
Todoroki and I continued to chat aimlessly into the night. I learnt that he could speak English and that his family contained his three siblings and two parents, but that they had a wider society that they lived in with other Sirens. He even gave me a sample of his singing voice, which was exactly as alluring as one would expect from a Siren, so it only lasted for a few seconds to prevent me from falling under his spell. 
It took me a while to realise how late it had gotten given how dark it was down here to begin with. So I took him back to the cove where my things were which was when he admitted he had followed me here the other day. 
I didn't mind. Todoroki was just being cautious and that was understandable. I'd have been the same in his position. 
"Will I see you again?" I begged as I dried myself and put my dress on over my swimsuit. Todoroki smiled at me. 
"I hope so." He admitted, "When are you next visiting?"
"Tomorrow?" I offered, earning a nod. 
"I'll be here." I grinned, beaming down at him, who was still floating in the water as I put my shoes on. 
"It's a date!"
Todoroki flushed at that insinuation. However I was already leaving and waving his way before he could comment on it. So he left with butterflies in his stomach and his mind reeling. 
Todoroki knew little about human customs, but he did know about them. Dating was the next level of courtship when you show interest in a mate in his world. Did you think of him like that? They had only met today, officially. Was it all too soon?
He wasn't sure but he couldn't deny the feeling she made him feel. She listened to him and offered advice. She seemed to care about his wellbeing and his family life which was more than he could say about any of the females that his father had forced him to interact with. 
He wasn't sure what his father would think of this. It wasn't unusual for Sirens to fall for humans, but his father was rather persnickety and wanted a brood from him. She could give that, but it would mean leaving his pod and taking on legs and living on land with her, most likely. 
So he waited with baited breath. He couldn't sleep from excitement so he was up at the crack of dawn and swimming away from his pod. He wasn't sure how long he waited, but it was long enough. 
"Shoto~!" I sang as soon as I entered the cove and spotted him, "How are you?" I begged as he sat on the ledge. He turned and smiled, small chirps sounding from his throat at the sight of me. 
"Well. How about you?"
"Good!" I beamed before removing my clothes - an act that Todoroki thought was rather intimate for humans. 
Sure, he'd seen humans in swimsuits before. That's par for the course by the seaside. However, he'd also seen humans mating practises. So he knew that something important was under those swimsuits. 
His cock twitched at the thought. 
"Ready to go?" He nodded before diving in, watching as I jumped in with a cannonball. 
I giggled as I felt my body change. Todoroki watched with awe as my legs changed to tails and fins and my tail grew out. He couldn't help himself as he came close and traced the outline of my skin as it turned into scales. 
I squeaked in surprise at the contact, but didn't move away. He watched as my skin turned that beautiful, reflective hue and felt around my body gently. He was careful and deliberate in his movements as they lowered towards my tails. 
I couldn't help but do the same back, tracing the large scales that met his tail. I watched him closely as he seemed to relax at the contact. 
"May I see your tail?" Todoroki's eyes widened at that, though I didn't notice as I traced his scales by his hip bone. However it soon turned into a smirk as he nodded, which I took as encouraging.
What I didn't realise was the intimacy of such a request. I was solidifying my interest in the Siren without even realising it, and Todoroki was feeling more unsure about how much I knew about their customs. But he wasn't deterred. 
I dived down, slowly gliding my fingers across the luscious scales of his tail, going right down to the fins at the bottom and back up. I couldn't help my greedy pursuit, knowing I may never get this chance again. 
When my hand traced along his hip bone again, he grabbed my hand gently and pulled me to him. I blinked but followed as he guided me up before he placed his hand along mine. 
Todoroki's hand was much bigger than mine. His fingers were slender and long, his webbing even longer. His pads were more ragged from years of use for hunting and fishing whilst mine in his mind were soft and delicate. 
"Follow me."
Todoroki pulled me to him and I wrapped my arms around his neck as he propelled us forward, his arm around my waist tightly. He was significantly faster than I was so I let him drag me to wherever he wanted to take me as I took in the sights. 
We went in the opposite direction to where we had originally met and went deeper than I was anticipating. I knew that by the time we were finished it would be dark before I could get back to the cavern. But I didn't mind. 
Eventually we came to a cave system. Todoroki told me to close my eyes and that he would guide me, which I did with a few squeaks when I nearly smacked into a wall like the idiot I am. However it wasn't long before he told me I could open them again. And when I did I was in awe. 
Inside the cave system was one particular cavern that was illuminated by all kinds of sea life and algae. It was sloped so that there was some out of water area that was covered in soft moss and plant life. Lining the natural grooves in the wall was some kind of shiny stone or jewel that made up most of the cave. 
It was beautiful. Breathtaking, even. 
"Shoto this is amazing…!" I awed, earning a small smile. 
"You like it?" I nodded feverishly.
"I love it!" I beamed turning back to him and hugging him, "You really know the best places to visit, huh? I need to take some pictures of this place!"
Todoroki watched as I rushed off to start taking pictures with an amused smile. He felt proud - the courtship was going well. All he needed to do now was find an appropriate gift for me to accept and I will be his mate. 
'Mate…' he hummed. He liked the sound of it, smiling fondly in my direction as I took pictures of the passing fish with glee. 
Todoroki had in mind what he planned to give me. He just needed to find the right one. He knew that pearls were valuable to humans, for whatever reason. So he was going to go hunting to find the biggest before the next meeting.
"Shoto, look!" I cheered, catching his attention. He swam over, curious to see a male seahorse giving birth as I took pictures of the miraculous moment, "I've never seen this in person!"
Shoto raised a brow. He hadn't expected to see that either and was watching with intrigue at the sight. 
'Is that what it'll be like?' he pondered with fear at how the seahorse was shooting out young like cannonballs over and over until, eventually, the pouch the younglings were in was empty. 
Todoroki didn't like the idea of being the one to carry the young but then he paused that thought, thinking about how nice it would be to feel the baby close. However, he looked over at me and paused his thoughts again. 
'She's human.' he noted, 'She won't have an egg duct, will she?'
Todoroki realised that he knew very little about female anatomy. Sirens had stopped interacting with humans decades ago, way before he was even born. There was a time where humans were prey - for sex, food or both. 
So he had little understanding of what sex organs I would have other than a uterus. It was simple, in his mind. However, I wasn't like a regular human, he concluded. So it was possible I had other sex organs he didn't know about. 
It made him anxious, but he was sure he could figure it out. 
From there the tiny seahorses dispersed and left towards safer areas - all the while I was taking photographs. 
"Did you know this was here?" I begged curiously. Todoroki shook his head. 
"No." He admitted, "It's quite the sight."
"I don't think I'll be shooting children out like that." I deadpanned, dryly, earning a chuckle.
"I would hope not." He admitted before looking my way and deciding to be bold, "How do humans reproduce?"
I froze at that question. How the hell was I supposed to explain that? Did he mean how we do the vertical tango or did he mean how we actually have babies?
My head was reeling and I decided to air on the side of caution. 
"Men have penises and women have uteruses." I started, slowly, "Men produce sperm and women have eggs. Once fertilised the woman keeps the baby in her uterus until they reach maturity, whereby she then gives birth.
"How does it work with you guys?"
"The same." He admitted before adding, "Although men and women have both eggs and sperm and can have children outside of the womb, with or without sex." I blinked, intrigued. 
"How does that work?"
"With difficulty." He noted, taking a seat down on the ground casually. I followed him, folding my legs under me, "You have to watch the eggs constantly for 9 months, making sure to keep oxygen flow constant."
"Like an octopus?" He nodded. 
"Exactly."
"Sounds troublesome." I noted, earning another nod. I paused, "Doesn't that mean there's a chance of asexual reproduction?" He nodded. 
"It's common." He noted, "But only with choice."
"That's cool."
"We often choose one of the partners to keep the young."
"You can choose?" He nodded. 
"Much like that seahorse, men have brood sacs for gestation."
I was stumped. I hadn't expected such a difference between us. Although, that being said, it's not like I couldn't experience it - my quirk is Siren, after all. It's entirely based on the creatures, so it's possible I experience the same phenomena. 
All in all I didn't know. 
Regardless it was getting dark and I knew I needed to leave soon, sadly. Todoroki picked up on this disappointment quickly. 
"You could stay." He suggested. I blinked, looking over at him with surprise. 
"Aren't you going back to your pod?" I fretted, "Won't they be worried about you?" He shook his head. 
"I said I was going away on a trip for a few days. My friends are covering me." He admitted casually, making me nod. 
'I mean he's not wrong…'
"Do you want me to stay?" 
"Yes." He answered quickly and unashamedly. I felt my body flush at his strong gaze and smiled. 
"Okay."
One night turned into two and then three. Todoroki and I got to know one another more, learning about each other's lives. He promised he'd take me to the society he lived in some time soon and I promised to do the same for him when he informed me that he could shapeshift. 
I was excited. However, when I woke up the next morning I found myself panicking. 
Todoroki was gone. 
"Sho?" I begged, hairs on the back of my neck standing on end as I searched the cove for any signs of his familiar red and white colouring. 
Nada. 
"Shoto?" I tried louder, jumping into the water to look around. When I saw I was alone, bar the mirage of fish, I started to panic. 
This was the first time Todoroki had been away from me whilst I was awake. Sure he'd gone out to get food for us both, but I usually tagged along. 
This was unusual. 
Anxious clicking sounded from me as I tried to figure out what to do. 
'Stay calm…'
I went back to the dry area and played with my hair as I contemplated what to do. I thought back to the night before to see if there was anything to indicate where he was going but failed to identify anything. 
I felt alone and scared. So as a self soothing mechanism I began to sing to myself. 
Todoroki came back to a humm reverberating around the cave and immediately panicked that another Siren had found me. However, he was overcome with relief when his head popped up into the dry area and he saw me combing my hair and singing to myself. 
"You sound beautiful."
I screamed, not expecting any words as Todoroki successfully scared the shit out of me. That made him jump as I jumped back before I sighed with relief. 
"You scared me, Sho!" I pouted, turning towards him. 
"Sorry, Love." He apologised with a wry smile as I glared at him. 
'She was anxious for me.' Todoroki trilled, 'She missed me.'
"Where were you?" I begged, coming forward slightly as Todoroki jumped up and onto the dry area effortlessly, pulling fish and oysters up with him. He gave a small smile. 
"Breakfast." He chirped, passing me a fish. I took it, gratefully before tucking in, grateful that my stomach was capable of digesting raw fish and bones. So I crunched on the fish greedily as Todoroki watched me with an amused smile. I frowned at him. 
"What?"
"Hungry?" I stuck my tongue out at him, earning a chuckle. 
"It's tasty. What fish is this?" I begged curiously as I used my claw to remove pieces of bone and fish flesh from my sharpened teeth. 
"Pollack." he noted, discarding the carcass back into the water for the smaller fish to eat. I hummed. 
"I like pollack apparently." I mused, chucking the carcass back into the water as Todoroki had done. He offered me more, which I took greedily before they met the same fate. 
Todoroki’s tail slapped against the ground as he ate. It didn’t take much to realise that he was anxious, but what about I wasn’t sure. However it wouldn’t be long before he scooted over and held an oyster on his lap, making me frown.
“What’s that?” Todoroki smiled.
“It’s for you.” I blinked up at him, confused as he passed the animal to me.
“To… eat?” I begged, “I’m quite full. I’d have eaten less if I’d known.” Todoroki chuckled at this and shook his head.
“No. Open it.”
I shrugged and did as requested. Much to my surprise there was a huge, orange melo melo pearl in the middle of several smaller oyster and mollock ones. The only one that was a perfect sphere was the large one in the centre. If I put my index finger and thumb together it would just about cover the size of the pearl. I gaped in shock at the beauty of the items before turning to Todoroki.
“Was this why you were gone for so long?” he nodded.
“It needed to be perfect.” he smiled.
“Oh, Sho…!” I chirped, pulling him into a tight hug and kissing him on the cheek. 
Todoroki was elated. Not only had you accepted his gift, but you kissed him. This was ideal.
“What did you want to do today?” I begged leaning back. However I noticed the loving look that Todoroki was giving me and smiled, “You okay there, Sho?”
“Yes. And I have an idea.” he nodded, “Follow me.” he beamed, jumping into the water. I placed the oyster down where it’d be safe before jumping into the water and transforming. Todoroki waited for me and watched as I transformed with the same fascination he had the first time around.
This time, he wanted to satiate his curiosity as he came over and got close to me.
He felt along my leg-tails gently before moving to my main tail with curiosity. He left no area untouched as he glided his pads across my body, squeezing when he reached my ass, making me gasp. 
I clenched my thighs in response but thought little of it; it's not like he knows what he's doing is a turn on. It's not like he realises the significance of that area… right?
Well he didn't, until he smelt the arousal that began to pool. 
With a smirk, Todoroki leaned his back against my own before palming my ass and giving it a gentle squeeze.
“Sho-”
Smack!
I yelped in surprise as Todoroki slapped my ass before pulling me back close to him by the hip.
“Shoto!” I flushed as he chuckled into my ear.
“What is it, Love?” he begged innocently. I wiggled, causing my ass to brush up against his crotch and forcing a moan out of him. I ignored it and turned around in his grasp, bringing us face to face. He had a gentle dusting on his cheeks.
“That’s my ass you just slapped.” I pouted up at him. Todoroki smirked down at me.
“Yes.” he nodded, “I noticed.”
I wasn’t sure what to say to that. So I did the only thing I could think of. 
I slapped his ass back.
Todoroki immediately yelped, making me laugh.
“Exactly!”
The next thing I knew Todoroki was wrestling with me and I ended up on the bed of the cave, laughing and shrieking as he tickled my sensitive sides mercilessly.
"S-Shoto!" I giggled, "S-stop! You w-win!"
"What was that, Love?" He begged, mockingly, "You want me to tickle you harder?"
"N-no!" I wheezed as he upped his cruel pursuit, “S-sho…!” 
“Sounds like you’re having fun.” he smirked, as I flailed, trying to get away from him. It wasn’t working well. However he eventually halted his attack when I stopped trying to speak as I laughed.
“Better?” he dared to beg with a smile, as though he hadn’t been the cause. I shoved him roughly with a smirk.
“No thanks to you!” I whined, earning a small chuckle.
Silence fell over us as Todoroki stared down at me with a fond gaze, making me tilt my head at him. He seemed to be in thought, looking down at my tail.
“Can I see your legs?” he begged after a while, making me tilt my head again.
“What, like my human legs?” I begged, earning a nod. I shrugged and motioned for him to follow me as I led us back to the cove that was out of the water. 
Jumping up I let my tails recede as my body turned back to normal. Todoroki with a sheer curiosity and focus so strong you’d think he was studying me, gently grasped my legs, fingers trailing as the scales vanished and soft, plump skin replaced them. Only when all the fins had vanished did he start to examine the limbs themselves, starting with my feet.
Rough fingers padded over my toes with a gentleness I wasn’t aware he had before they eventually played with my ankle, following the movement the joint made. From there he traced up my calves and did the same motions with my knee joint. His fingers continued to trail higher and higher until they reached my thighs.
It felt incredibly intimate, having the man’s hands all over my legs. The way his scales caught on the little hairs on my skin felt oddly nice.
“Have you seen legs before?” I begged, earning a shake of the head.
“No, not up close. Always been curious.” he murmured, focus completely on the task at hand, tracing his hands up my thighs and gripping them. 
I felt myself flush at the contact, not expecting him to grab and gently claw at my skin. 
I’d be lying to say it wasn’t a turn on and unbeknownst to me, Todoroki could smell it. He’d caught a whiff of it when I was in the water being touched by him earlier, but his sense of smell was even better and adapted to the air, which meant the smell came off me in waves that pleased him and had him churring. It was a noise I didn’t recognise, but I could tell it was good even if I was unaware of the cause.
When his hands dared to go higher, towards the sweet, sumptuous scent, however, I squealed and flinched away, causing him to jump back.
“What?” he yelled back, “Did I hurt you?” he begged, worried. However I paused, cheeks a deep red as I pulled my legs to me. I slowly uncurled and shook my head, not looking at him in the eye as I attempted to process how to explain it to him.
“That’s…” I bit my lip, “That’s where my reproductive organs are.”
Todoroki slowly came back close, relaxing at the explanation, even chuckling gently at my reaction. However, to my surprise he slotted himself between my legs and gripped at my thighs again as he stabilised himself.
“Can I see?” he begged curiously, tilting his head to the side. 
I blinked up at him, feeling my cheeks heat up all over again.
‘I really shouldn’t…’ I clenched, ‘He’s a Siren. This is wrong, right?’
“You know,” Todoroki began with a small smirk, “only my mate is supposed to look and touch my tail.” 
“Really?” I begged, surprised, earning a nod. 
‘I shouldn’t…’ I bit my lip as I thought about it a bit longer. Todoroki, at my uncertainty nuzzled my face and neck, trilling when I nuzzled back, ‘Ah fuck it. I like him.’
I carefully cupped his cheek before kissing him on the nose. Todoroki, though surprised, only trilled more as he leaned in for something more.
I moaned into the kiss as he pulled me into him, one hand going to the back of my head and the other to my hip. I immediately lost my own in his hair as I made out with him, his saliva tasting of the sea and fish, which was strangely pleasant on my tongue.
I felt him groan into the kiss when my hips pressed against him, his hand on my hip encouraging me to grind on him. My own thighs clenched around him as I did, especially when something pressed back, eliciting a moan from both of us.
‘Is that his…?’
I didn’t have much time to find out as Todoroki pulled back and yanked at my bikini shorts. I giggled a bit at his eagerness before leaning back, letting him remove them. I eyed him from my prone position as his nostrils flared and fingers traced along my thighs and up towards my groin. His gaze was entirely engulfed by my nether regions as he gently felt along my slit, settling on my clit when I jumped at the contact, padding his thumb in small circles as I began to moan.
“Shoto…” I groaned as he lent forward, eyes watching me closely as he gave a tentative lick, which made me gasp out. Smirking at this, his gaze never left mine as he replaced his thumb with his mouth, sucking at my clit greedily and taking in the taste with his tongue, letting out a guttural groan.
My gummy, aching cunt clenched around his tongue each time he entered me before he settled back on my clit. Bringing his fingers up he teased my entrance before plunging them in, curling them to reach that nice spongy area that had me seeing stars.
“S-Shoto!” I howled, “I-I’m close…!”
At my words, Todoroki sped up his ministrations, trilling when I finally came on his tongue. He slurped at my pussy with vigour until he was satisfied he’d tasted every last drop. Removing his fingers he gently licked at his coated claws before pulling himself to me, climbing on top and making me squeak as he chuckled.
“You taste beautiful, Love.” he purred, nipping at my neck gently as I tangled my hands in his hair again.
“S-Shoto.” I hummed, pulling him in for a kiss as he ground down into my core, forcing more moans from me.
Todoroki went back to my neck, nipping and sucking, leaving little cuts and bruises in his wake. I didn’t mind as I nuzzled and kissed the side of his neck lovingly. However when he bit down on my neck I yelped.
“Sho-!”
“It’s okay, Love.” he purred, licking at the wound as I felt his venom hit me, making me feel dazed for a moment before I suddenly felt like my nerves were heightened. Every nip, lick, kiss and suck felt stronger than I’d expected, eliciting many moans from me as he worked down my body before pulling at my bikini top with a snarl when he couldn’t untie the knot. 
Sitting up slightly I pulled it over me and discarded it and Todoroki immediately jumped back on me, mouthing at my nipple whilst playing with the other between his fingers. I began to pant at the sensation as he continued to grind into me, catching my clit on his scales.
“Ahh…!” I whined when I felt something catch at my entrance, “Sho…!”
Todoroki grunted at the sensation as his dick moved and wiggled slightly to gather slick, making me realise it was prehensile. However, I felt confused at feeling two separate objects. 
When I looked down I realised he has a hemipenis or a clasper.
‘So it’s prehensile and there’s two of them?’ I baulked, ‘Is this why he bit me? So I wouldn’t feel any pain?’
I wasn’t entirely sure, but I didn’t have time or the mentality to ask as he slowly slipped inside of me, the bulbous heads slipping in against my slick with ease. I gasped, breathing out an airy moan as his cocks wiggled their way into me, filling me up to the brim and pushing against my cervix.
Todoroki held his breath as he took in the sensation of my warm, gummy walls around him, surprised by the warmth that radiated from the moist cavern. He was sure that this was true bliss as he dared to sheath himself in, down to the hilt before letting out a small grunt. Pulling back gently, he thrusted himself in, watching as my breasts bounced and I gasped out, pink flushing my cheeks.
It really was a sight to behold in his eyes. His mate all flustered and choking back moans as he bounced me on his cock, wet slapping reverberating off the cave walls.
“S-Shoto!” I squealed as he hit my g-spot, “T-There!”
As if on a mission, Todoroki aimed his cocks directly for that lovely spongy area, hitting it at a rapid pace as he sped up. I was surely seeing stars as I choked out more moans and groans.
Todoroki, as he pulled back and slammed into me again, pulled my legs over his shoulders and put me in a mating press, reaching slightly further in me than he was before. He groaned, the new position squeezing him in tightly. When he looked down he could just about see himself pushing against my insides from the outside of my stomach.
Putting his hand there, he pressed slightly, causing me to gasp.
“You feel that, Love?” he panted, “That’s me in there. Pushing against you.”
I nodded, fervently, uttering his name as I began to get close, pussy fluttering around him and milking him for all it’s worth.
“P-please, Shoto!” I begged, “I-I’m so close!”
“Cum for me, Love…!” he demanded, before he latched onto my shoulder and continued to mark me, muttering for me to cum for him in my ears. And before long I was, calling out his name loudly.
“Shoto!” I howled, cunt clenching around him. He grunted, snarling as the tightness made his hips stutter. Basking in the new sensation, he continued to pound into me through my orgasm before he bit down on my neck again, cumming deeply as something pushed against and through my cervix, making me whine.
“S-Shoto…?” I begged, confused as I began to feel full. However Todoroki churred and trilled at my neck, rubbing my belly lovingly.
“Just my eggs, Love.” he nuzzled as my belly began to swell with his first spray, “Eggs and sperm. Our younglings.”
I didn’t fully process his words as I grew tired, a side effect of his venom I guessed. But I didn’t mind as I nuzzled him back. Only did he exit when he felt his egg sac fully deplete and immediately he pulled me to him and snuggled with me on the moss bed below us. 
“Get some rest.” he whispered, “You’ll need it.” I frowned gently.
“Why?” I muttered, snuggling close to him. Todoroki chuckled.
“Don’t think I’m done with you.” he teased, nipping at my ear and making me giggle.
I didn’t mind the idea of round two with the Siren and fell into a blissful sleep with him guarding me the entire time.
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night-daily · 5 months
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Baking together | Sanji x fem! reader
summary: unable to keep sleeping, you found yourself on the Going Merry's kitchen but someone is already there.
warnings: none.
characters: sanji opla.
a/n: i, of course, didn't write all the steps nor ingredients but let's pretend that's how you do a chocolate cake pls
“Ugh, it's so early...” You sit on your hammock rubbing your eyes, this is the fourth time in the week that you suddenly wake up and can't go back to sleep anymore. Frustrated, you change your clothes, ready to start your day. Maybe isn't that bad to wake up early, you have more time to train but you can't do it with an empty stomach, right?
As much as you'd like to eat a full breakfast, you can't, you don't know how to cook, every time you've tried cooking it ends in disaster and you know someone would be very upset if something happens to the his kitchen, so maybe a few strawberries would do it for now.
You walk to the kitchen, not missing how quiet the ship is, you stop in track for a few seconds, closing your eyes and breathing deeply, enjoying the silence, that is one of the reasons you love it the sea, was always so peaceful. Well, only when there weren't pirates chasing you, of course. Opening your eyes, you make your way to the kitchen, entering and going straight to look for strawberries, where Sanji hides them? Yeah, he hides them from you, because you ate them a lot and he says you'll end up turning into one.
“Where are you little strawberries? Yell if you want to be eat it” You whisper, scanning the boxes on the floor, but nothing.
You hear something behind you, are you going crazy? It is actually a strawberry trying to get your atten—
“What are you doing up at six in the morning?” His voice startles you, making you jump on your place. “I might ask you the same thing” Standing up, you turn yourself to look at him, your heart is still racing, you don't know if is because he startled you or because his mere presence makes you nervous every time he's around.
Sanji narrows his eyes to you, “I'm going to bake a cake for dessert for later, what about you?” “Well, I couldn't sleep anymore” you shrug, “Can I join you?” You ask with a pout on your lips and he can't say to you, not when you look so adorable and for a selfish reason, he'll have you all alone for him, even for a few hours but that's enough for him, for his heart.
“Okay, you can help” “Oh, thanks, you won't regret it, Chef!” The nickname doesn't go unnoticed by Sanji, he feels his cheeks burn a little. Only you can make him blush like a teenage boy. “Let's wash our hands first” He says, moving quickly so you won't see his face.
You two wash your hands, him first and while you're drying your hands, he's preparing all the ingredients you'll need to bake a chocolate cake with strawberries on top. “What are we making? I mean, what kind of cake?” You stand beside him, watching curious about the ingredients trying to figure out by yourself. “Hey, this is my favorite flavor of cake” I know, he thinks. “And we will put strawberries on top!?” He feels like you caught him in the act, he nods shyly, “That's why I have been trying to hide the strawberries from you this last month, you told us this was the cake your mom baked for when you were feeling down, and since she died, well, I just thought, maybe it'll cheer you up a little, I-I don't know, maybe it's not a good idea, I—” You can't help but hug him tighter as you can, you thought no one paid attention to you that time, all of you were drinking and quite drunk, but he did, he always does when it comes to you. You murmur a thank you, close to his ear.
Clearing his throat, you separate your body from his, “Should we start cooking, sweetheart?” Now it's his turn to make you blush but this time, he can see you and he loves what he sees.
You two start with the recipe, You voicing the instructions to Sanji. In a bowl, he's mixing sugar, cocoa, flour, and salt, adding eggs, vanilla, and milk, isn't new to you watch him in his element, but being alone with him while he's cooking, it's just another level. You stopped saying the instructions, too distracted staring at him. He lifts his eyes from the bowl, wondering why you stopped, he catches you staring but you don't notice until you feel something soft on your face, what the heck. Your hand comes to your face, Sanji's trying to suffocate his laugh, you wipe your face with your hand and it comes white, oh, that's how you wanna play, huh?
You grab some flour and throw it at his face, taking him by surprise. You're laughing so hard, that it echoes through the kitchen walls, he's dazzled by your laughter, the sound fills his heart, and he wants to make you laugh, all the time. But in this moment, he's decided to get his revenge even if he started, you feel the flour in your face, again, before you can see it. With a mischievous smile on your face, you're ready to throw him back some flour, but before you can stretch all your hand, he grabs your wrist, gently but firmly. Pulling you closer to him. Your faces are inches away. “We should never waste ingredients, Mon Chéri” You're not breathing anymore, you're lost in his beautiful eyes. Somehow you managed to nod your head and he let you go, even if he didn't want to.
He pour the batter into the prepared pan and puts it in the oven.
“Now what?” Your voice cracks a little, still recovering from your moment before. “Now we're gonna make the chocolate ganache while the cake bakes for 35 minutes” And you're excited again, this used to be your favorite part when your mom baked, she always let you lick the spoon at the end. “Ready, sous chef?” “More than ready, chef” Your smile matches his.
Sanji is trying to follow the exact recipe but you keep trying to add some personal touches, like adding chocolate chips more than you actually need, “It's a chocolate cake, Sanji, it's supposed to taste like chocolate” you roll your eyes at him. “What if you check the cake mean while I try to take some chocolate chips off, that way we don't die of sugar poisoning” “Fine” you click your tongue, heading to the oven. You open the oven, feeling the heat, “How do I know if is ready?” “Insert a wooden pick in the center, if it comes out clean, then is ready”
I don't wanna look for wooden picks, what if—
Almost as if he was reading your thoughts, he yelled at the same time as you.
“Fuck!” “That's hot, don't touch it with your finger!” He drops the spoon on the ground rushing towards you, “Did you burn your finger? it hurts?” His darting eyes told you everything, he's worried about you. “I'm okay, it was just a second, I barely touched it, don't worry” You tried to ease his worry but it wasn't working. “Let's wet your finger with a little cold water” You let him drag you to the sink. “I think we should go back to you doing the baking and me doing the eating” Finally a smile cracks on his face, “By the way, you have chocolate on your cheek” Sanji tries to get it but misses, this is your chance and you don't plan to waste it, “Did I say cheek? I mean lips” You put your arms around his neck, and he leans over you while looking at your lips as you do, you lift your eyes to his, asking for permission, and he nods, crashing his lips with yours, and it definitely tastes sweeter than chocolate.
“Mon amour, I— ” He mumbles, still kissing you before a new voice cuts him off. “Hey, don't you smell smoke?” You both pull away abruptly with wide eyes, “FUCK!”
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skyeslittlecorner · 22 days
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I feel like we didn't get enough moments with that beautiful king in chapter 5 (why PB >:(((()
Can you pls do a short story about MC who has been kidnapped (again) when they try to find a place to sleep to Leviathan's office where he demands them to sleep *in his coffin* (so he could keep an eye on them).
Okay I can only think that much. Hope you ok with this request 🥹 Luv u and your works 🫶 Have a great day!!!
Thanks for lovely words! AND I AGREE. I know that the plot needs to move forward, but my heart wants to stay longer. We only got to know Levi for a moment and quite superficially because he mostly talked to others. PAY ATTENTION TO US. Just no nooses, please. We'll play with the ropes later, maybe dinner first.
This turned out to be a bit long. Hope you'll like it!
Words: ~900
Kidnapped to sleep | Leviathan
Peace, just a little bit of peace. That's all you asked for. After a long, tiring day, you didn't even have time to sit down properly in your room for a moment. Just when you approached bed, a knocking sound came from inside the room instead of from outside.
“You knock before entering!” You huffed.
Foras appeared at your side without a hush.
"Sorry, but…"
“What’s going on again? And quickly, if you can.” You cut his words in half. Headache and tiredness make you thorny. All you wanted was to collapse like a log and fall asleep. Didn't even care anymore whether he tried to kill you or not, you had survived so many threats and potential murder attempts today that one here or there wouldn't make any difference. You almost softened when you saw the remorse written all over the dreamy devil's face.
“His Majesty wants to see you.”
Yeah, almost. 
“Tell him to stick his desires in… ugh.”
There was no point arguing. The quicker you deal with them, the better. You were about to leave when Foras grabbed your waist, and you felt your insides churning again. That bastard… you can walk on your own! No need to teleport!
The palace was even quieter and darker, but when Foras left you in his king's office, you didn't feel as overwhelmed as the first time. It reminded you of Prince Charming's room. Leviathan, as beautiful as he was mysterious, was leaning over the documents. You stood on your tiptoes to look at them.
"What are you doing? It's not your business."
“You called me here yourself.”
You won't let him push you around. Not only was it dangerous, it also hurt your pride. He ignored you and went back to work, so you sat down on the chair across him, not knowing for what he needed you, and started thinking. Just out of boredom. It wasn't the wisest decision you could have made in such a state. 
With such a beautiful creature by your side, it was hard to think of anything other than punishing him for the way he treated you. If only he could be beaten with a whip again. Choke. Oppress. Hear the gasps and moans as he runs out of breath. Milk would flow from these beautiful horns, and you would make him drink it himself...
"What are you staring at?"
Not only did he dare to be so beautiful in front of you, but he also disturbed your fantasies. The audacity.
"Beautiful."
A smile appeared on his lips and you clutched your mouth. This shouldn't have been let slip! Apparently, it only made him feel better, because he told you that you’re going to sleep together. Oh yes. It's time to put all these plans into action!
Reality hit you as soon as you sat down on the soft mattress in his coffin. How was it so comfortable here? It reminded you of a water bed with a cover on top like a canopy. Leviathan probably already thought you were a freak, so you had nothing to lose. You could have use him, abused him. But the soft material acted like a magnet. Silk is like flypaper. You were so tired... you closed your eyes just for a second, and suddenly felt the warmth next to you. A hot, masculine fragrance. And a strong arm that hung around your waist.
“I thought you hated me?”
“I do not like you. Just like everyone else.”
It was so comfortable. So… safe? You definitely needed some rest.
“So you also sleep cuddled up to your nobles like stuffed animals? Like now?”
He nuzzled his nose into your hair, not really bothered by your taunts.
“Silence. I have to keep an eye on you all the time. I can't let you endanger anyone.”
It occurred to you that for now you are only a danger to yourself, because you want to abuse the most dangerous king of hell you have ever met.
If only you had a whip at hand... wrapped in the darkness of the coffin and Levi's arm, the tiredness of the day came flooding back to you. You closed your eyes. Just for a second.
Two seconds later you were sound asleep, tucking your knee between the devil's legs. He grabbed the back of your neck and tightened his fingers.
“What are you thinking?”
You didn't think anything at that moment. Just purred in delight. Feeling the warm, broad chest, you clung to it unconsciously. No wonder you sought safety. That coffin almost devour you last time. What was strange was that you were looking for support in the arms of a man who was the reason for your anxiety, but who would care? He also didn't behave like a terrible tyrant, not now.
He ran his fingers through your hair. They were soft and fragrant, flowing between his fingers like a waterfall. You didn't see him, so he could afford it. So defenseless, hugging him, you no longer looked like a threat. If it weren't for his experience, he would almost be fooled by you. He promised himself he wouldn't fall into your trap, and despite his own promises, he wrapped his arms around you. Some devils can lie, and he was just trying to lie to himself.
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iamasaddie · 5 months
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Never Have I Ever read a Librarian! Marcus P fic. 🥰 I’m not really a Marcus P kinda girl, more of a Dave York (iykyk) girl BUT as someone who works at a library, Marcus P would be the best guy to get lost in the book shelves with 🤭😏
Hi, birdie <3 This is actually such a sweet idea! I haven't seen fics like this either! At first, I was just gonna send this ask out sending writers that see this your idea for a fic. But then I thought about it and something hit me, so here's my take on librarian!Marcus Pike. I gave it my own twist, but I hope you can still enjoy it <3
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paring: Marcus Pike x f!Reader rating: explicit (18+ minors DNI) word count: 2.1k~ summary: He wants to be in love again. He's just not really sure how. a/n: This was written on a whim. Thank you to the amazing anon for planting the thought of librarian Marcus in my head <3 Not beta-ed, all mistakes are my own so pls don't plagiarize them. warnings: pining, Marcus Pike is shy and horny, male masturbation; no use of y/n MY MASTERLIST
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Marcus loved the quiet. 
He loved the whisper of turning pages and scribbling pens being the only noise in the spacious library he worked at. A humdrum nine-to-five that most people tried to escape became his salvation. He felt calm, at peace, a feeling that wasn’t prominent in his life before.
When he came here over two years ago just to help his old friend out, with his heart ripped to shreds and falling apart, the walls of this place held it together. And then you and your gentle smiles as you checked out books put bandaids all over it, so it started healing.
Marcus first saw you a year ago, by that time he was already comfortably moving along the labyrinths of the abode of books, knowing every section almost by heart. He still remembered your tiny manicured fingers nervously tapping the reception table as he looked through the computer base for the availability of Giorgio Vasari’s "Lives of the Artists". Before you, art section was one he never frequented for two reasons: first, he didn’t need the reminder of the past that he tried to separate from his present; and second, he knew pretty much every book there by heart. 
As his eyes bore into the screen, looking for the right title, with his peripheral vision he saw you burning a hole in the side of his face. Marcus couldn’t help but chuckle, it was a while since a beautiful woman had been interested in him. Or since he noticed. You hurried to stray your gaze away, and his smile became bigger, now showing his teeth. You saw him noticing you and got flustered, that only meant that you staring was intentional. Marcus confirmed that the book you needed was available, but since it was a rare edition you couldn’t leave with it. The library was surprisingly empty for the first month of autumn, but at least you wouldn’t have any problems with staying and doing your research there. You nodded, agreeing with him. The place was quite cozy, you thought that to yourself the moment you entered from the windy autumn street.
"Let me show you to the art section, it’s pretty difficult to navigate these corridors the first time you’re here." Marcus left the librarian desk he had been occupying for the last year and motioned his hand to the right direction.
"Only the first?" You raised your eyebrows and smiled. Damn, you were beautiful in your flared jeans and a big white t-shirt with a warm-looking sweater on top. Your hair in a messy bun, either it was messy because of the wind or because you wanted it to be. Anyway, you looked fantastic like that, so Marcus smiled back automatically.
"Well, the first fifty."
You laughed, and he stumbled at the sound. Marcus felt his cheeks burn with pride, he forgot how pleasant it was to make a pretty girl laugh.
It was over a year ago, and still he remembered that beautiful sound you let out. One of the beautiful moments you shared that he kept sealed in his mind. Even though all your interactions were friendly, and sometimes borderline flirtatious, something always stopped Pike, and he got used to seeing you leaving with a nod and a tight-lipped smile, now almost never lifting your eyes up to meet his as you sat studying behind one of the many similar wooden tables. 
He cursed himself, cursed his cowardice and the fact that he got panic attacks any time he tried to tell you a compliment. He hated that he became tongue-tied whenever you asked his opinion on one of the books you checked out. And when his brain was swarming with knowledge, the influences the author had, or the way the work was transcending the time it was written in; his mouth only said ‘it’s a good book’ or worse ‘it’s not bad’. He wanted to punch himself, but that would mean lifting his arms that were numb and limp on both sides of his body.
Today was not an exception, unfortunately. Marcus was sitting behind his desk, pristine, clean and occupied only by his work computer and a book he had been reading during the quiet times. You came over less than half an hour ago, saying your usual hello and asking about yet another book on art. You’d almost read them all, and Marcus was frantically thinking what would happen when you check out the last book from the art section, a place in the library that no one else went to. He told you where to find a copy of "Janson’s History of Art" and you nodded, going in the right direction without needing his help anymore. You didn't look up at him when you took your usual place near the window and placed the book on the table.
Marcus sighed, looking as you brows furrowed when you read something and started rewriting it in your notebook. Art section was your place. Yours and his. It was special, at least for him. He had walked you there exactly forty nine times. Not because you couldn’t remember where to go, no, you were confident in your stride the third time; but because it became a sort of a joke between the two of you. Sometimes you’d just come over and ask him to show you where the art section was, telling him that it was only your 21st, 33rd, 45th time in the library and you didn’t have the opportunity to learn all the right turns yet. He laughed, but always walked you there. Sometimes you were silent, sometimes you’d ask him silly questions (‘What is the rarest book here?’ 'First edition of Oscar Wilde's "The Happy Prince and Other Tales" with the author's inscription.’; ‘What is the worst thing a person did in the library?’ ‘Tried to rip a page out of the first edition of Oscar Wilde's "The Happy Prince and Other Tales"’; ‘Did you stop them?’ ‘Kind of.’; ‘Is the horror section haunted?’ ‘Yes.’). You hadn’t asked him to walk you to the art section for a month now. Marcus even wanted to suggest it himself, but his tongue felt too heavy and big for his mouth whenever he tried.
So he was left with watching. Just like dozens of times before. As he quietly observed from a distance, Marcus couldn't help but lose himself in the beauty of your presence amidst the mundane decorations of his workplace.He thought that he knew you face better than his own by now. The structure of your cheekbones, the curve of your lip, the depth of your cupid’s bow. He could close his eyes and draw you in his sleep. You were engrossed in the book when another wave of hot air from the AC above you tousled your hair. Winter this year was abnormally cold, so to keep the building warm Marcus had to turn up the temperature on the AC pretty high. Maybe he overdid it today. He saw you wiping a lonely droplet of sweat running from your temple. Yes, he definitely overdid it today.
He reached to stand up and go to the temperature controller when you started tugging up your usual bulky green sweater, and dropped back into his chair as the material of your sweater and t-shirt stuck together, so you almost took both items off. Marcus choked on his saliva seeing so much of you that he never saw before. Sure, you wore knee-length shorts and oversized t-shirts during summer, sometimes you even put on a dress when it was too hot for anything else, but this was different. The swell of your naked stomach, the almost-not-there lacy edge of your black bra, fuck, it felt so intimate. 
Marcus squeezed his thighs under the table, his cock getting hard with every thought his brain provides. Fuck, it was really not a time or a place for a boner, but you looked so… He pinched the bridge of his nose, shutting his eyes and trying to relax, but instead of that he saw images of your naked skin over and over again, followed by fake scenarios where he ripped the shirt off you, kissing your willing body with his greedy mouth. Marcus could almost feel the softness of your skin under his palms, and he bit his lower lip at the phantom feeling, trying to suppress a moan.
He didn’t notice how his legs brought him to the secluded area of the art section, his hands hysterically pulling out his stiff cock from the confines of his pants, while his mind completely shut off. 
It was almost primal, the incandescent feeling inside him that made him spit in the palm of his hand before wrapping it around his shaft.
"Fuck," his whisper was quiet, even though it was unlikely that anyone could hear him anyway. There were less than eight patrons when he left the main hall, all of them engrossed in their literature of choice, and he still had an hour before he had to close.
His spit-slicked hand tightened around his cock as he moved it up and down, circling the weeping head every time. Goddamn, he was sick. Fucked up. Getting hard after seeing the stomach of the girl he had been swooning over for almost a year. What in the teenage hormones was this bullshit? 
Your skin, the swelling of your stomach, the tiny dip of your belly button. Fuck, he wanted to dip his tongue in the little canyon of your body and hear you suffocating on giggles.
Up, down, up, down.
He looked down, watching his hand methodically moving around his fat cock. As he got closer to his orgasm, the veins that led from the base to the tip of his cock became more pronounced, the head getting darker with every stroke. "God-fucking-dammit, baby," he dropped his head back, punching a wall but barely noticing any pain as he got succumbed by his pleasure. "So fucking gorgeous. Mine. Mine. Only mine."
If anyone heard Marcus, they’d consider him a psycho, his hoarse whisper feverishly calling someone his when he was the only one in the room. He didn’t give a single fuck. In his little fantasy, right now, you were his. Only for him to touch, only for him to love. He tripped over the edge, as his mind flooded by the memory when you first laughed at his joke, and he came all over his fist moaning your name as quietly as possible, as four thick ropes of cum painted his skin pearly white.
Marcus didn’t hear the footsteps, orgasm claiming every sense in his body until he heard a quiet ‘oh’, the voice too familiar to mistake its’ owner.
"Fuck, fuck, oh God, sorry, this is not what you think it is." His eyes went wide at the sight of you. You were pressing your copy of "Janson’s History of Art" to your chest, face curious and almost… amused? He pulled his boxers up, trying not to wince when the thick rubber band scratched the sensitive skin of his spent cock.
"Isn’t it?" You raised your eyebrows at Marcus, and he remembered that he was still standing in front of you with his pants fully undone and his boxers stained with the cum he wiped on them in a hurry. 
"No." He shook his head frantically, tugging on the zipper and trying to quickly zip it up when the hem of his shirt stuck in it and he cursed, almost tearing it out.
"So you weren’t just masturbating thinking of me, and the fact that you moaned my name as you came was just a coincidence?"
'How long had you been standing there?' Marcus thought. He heard your steps closing in on him, but didn’t dare to raise his eyes to see the disgust on your face. Instead, he continued fighting with the zipper.
"Yes," he nodded, and then immediately shook his head. "No. Look, I can explain." Marcus searched his brain for the right answer, for something that could fix all of this mess, but coming up empty. His sigh was deep, almost hurting his lungs as he gave up. "Okay, I maybe can’t explain, I’m just… Sorry."
"I’m not." 
He snapped his head up so fast that the sides of his vision went black for half of a second. "What?"  
You were close. Very close. If you reached your arm out you could help him with a zipper he abandoned in stupor.
"I was planning to come over at the last moment tomorrow and ask you to walk me here," you stepped even closer, placing your hand on his chest and feeling the rapid fire of Marcus’ heartbeat. "You know, for our last time."
He just nodded, the blood pumping in his ears made it almost impossible to understand what you were saying, so he just stared at your lips, unconsciously licking his.
"And then," both your hands circled his neck, burrowing in the slightly damp hair at his nape, "I was going to blow you right against the rare editions shelf."
"Wha..—" 
Marcus wasn’t able to finish when your lips crushed into his, tasting each other for the first time. Suddenly, he wasn’t so tongue-tied anymore.
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~ Death of Peace of Mind ~ 11: silence
Simon 'Ghost' Riley x fem!reader
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a/n: hello, yes i like to hurt my feelings, and yes I had lot of fun writing this one, reblogs are really appreciated and pls let me know what you think, this chapter is kinda important to me
CW/TW: mentions of death, loss, trauma, violence, assault, angst, hurt, use of y/n and petnames (difference in the petnames is intended)
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"I dinnea ever again will hit the gym with yer two.", Johnny whined while pearls of sweat ran down his forehead. "Nobody asked ya to be here.", Ghost said, maybe a bit sarcastic, but still a serious tone hidden in between. You only chuckled while catching your breath. You had a chat with one of the other Sergeants a day back and he recommended a good work out, but you needed at least three persons for it to be efficient. To give yourself a challenge, you didn't hesitate to ask Simon and then Johnny. "Well, bonnie here did.", he smiled – a knowing smile - aimed at Ghost. They started a full-on argument about it but you didn't listen. Only caught fragments of burgers, tanks, and tea. You didn't pay much attention; your glance was pinned onto the screen of your phone. Price had called you, at least three times and a message was left, that you should see him in his office as soon as possible. "Gotta go. Cap wants to see me.", you stuffed the phone back into the pocket before waving your goodbye. "Dinnea forget about dinner tonight!", Johnny yelled after you, what earned him a simple thumbs up by you before running around the corner.
"Dinner?", Simon didn't want to ask, he really didn’t but sometimes his mouth was faster than his mind. Something that happened rarely, but even more when it comes to you. He had sworn to stop that. Invading your privacy like he did with the dog tag of your dead friend. If there would be something he needed to know, you would tell him. You trusted him. He trusted you. Still, he hated the feeling in his guts as Johnny asked you about dinner. Just like he hated the feeling boiling up in him when Johnny sat next to you instead of himself. "Yer ken, just some mates havin' dinner together.", Johnny wore one of the most mischievous grins he could. He didn't look at him, but he felt how Simon stared daggers at him. What Simon didn’t get to hear, that the dinner was supposed to be the whole team, but Johnny kept that part to himself. The reaction from his Lieutenant made it worthy, until he heard the harsh tone from him again. "Another round, Sergeant." - "Oh, c'mon."
Just as you wanted to knock at the door, of Price's office, it already swung open, and Kyle investigated your face. "Brought ya someone.", he stated while moving to the side and gifted you a quick but honest smile before you entered the office. "You wanted to see me, sir?", your voice serious but soft. You walked over to the desk where Price was seated. "I might need your help to find a solution for all that mess.", he said while pointing to the chair and you sat down, looking at your captain with anticipation. Price explained the whole situation and that there was one person that could gather intel to lead the whole operation forward. The problem was, this person was announced MIA like two months ago, but there was a little hint to find him. Laswell worked the last weeks to find his trace. He should’ve been held hostage for the whole time in an old chem factory taken by Russian terrorists. Biggest problem about it; another military organization is already trying to get rid of the occupier. That way the 141 couldn't just head out. Especially when the deployed team and yours were known to be not getting along quite well. You couldn't just walk in and get your man out of there and act like nothing happened. Price found out who led the operation on location, and that was your entry.
You knew him, way too well. "You’re asking me to reach out to request a favour?" - "Unfortunately, I think it's our best shot at the moment." You stayed silent, eyes trailing to your hands folded in your lap. "Look, I know it's a lot to ask for. But we don't want them to help us, just to lay down their work for a day that we can go in and out. Maybe it can even help them..." You stayed silent. "It isn't an order, you know." Your silence made Price feel uneasy. But you were so entangled with your own thoughts that you couldn't bring yourself to speak.
It's been over a year now, a year of distance between the two of you and now you should approach him like nothing happened. That was almost impossible. You couldn't just call him. You couldn’t reach out to him, like you did nothing wrong to him. You simply couldn't, "Gonna take care of it.", and you did. Your work brain took over.
It took you some time to achieve what was requested and to your fortune you had achieved it without calling him directly. He was on the front line anyways. That way you found yourself surrounded by Soap, Gaz and Ghost on the way to the border from Uzbekistan. Price wasn't there, he had to take care of another problem, Laswell and he needed to solve before your return. Wearing the black mask, eyes closed you listened to your surroundings. Gaz' and Soap's talk, the steady and deep breathing from Ghost who sat next to you again. It gave you a familiar grounded comfort before leaving the vehicle to go after your target.
You needed to operate with a huge level of fineness. Pulling as less as possible attention while freeing your man. That's why you decided to split up. Ghost and you should march first, you were the most quiet and the best of the team to act in the shadows. Gaz and Soap built the rearguard to take cover of you from higher levels. Everything seemed to go right to plan. Within an hour you found your man and was able to free him. Ghost steadied him and you watched his six while making your way back to the exit.
That was the turning point, from now on the mission just went south. Gaz couldn't keep you covered because he needed to cover his partner. Both got literally overrun by enemies. Just when you lost Gaz over the comms, you got distracted as Ghost lost grip of the hostage. That's how you caught a bullet in your shoulder. Nothing to worry too much about it, but the pain was ringing through your body. You kept pushing it down. Kyle and Johnny were long gone, and you switched channels at your comms really quick before you pushed further forward. Just then you caught a familiar face. It was a face printed on a photo Price showed you weeks ago when you had to eliminate two men. This image in front of you instantly made you stop in your tracks. "Impossible.", you breathed out nearly inaudible when Ghost stopped to look after you. His voice was harsh. "Sergeant?" But before you could answer him, a huge trembling of those old and rusty metal floors caught your attention more. "Keep moving.", Ghost now yelled at you, and you did. Running to the point where you entered the factory. The metallic bridge you had to run over did collapsed into itself before you reached the other side and dragged you down. Ghost tried to catch a fracture of your tactic vest, but you were already gone. Somewhere levels below your actual exit point.
You could muffle the impact of the harsh ground a bit, still you groaned in pain. "Sergeant, you broken?", you heard Ghost's voice over the comms. It sounded as serious and stern as always. The hole in your shoulder made it so much more difficult to breathe right now. You needed to steady yourself. "Skadi, status?!", his voice got more demanding or even desperate. You couldn't tell. He was already on his way down, as you didn't answer him. You took a few deep breaths before pushing the button on your communication device. "Steady. Need another way out. I guess."
He instantly stopped his movement. Ghost didn't realize he held his breath until you spoke, that's why he let out a deep exhale of relief. "Let's see if I can help.", he answered and that earned him a quite chuckle form you. "Take our man outside, Lieutenant, rendezvous at evac. I'll be there." - "Don't do something stupid, Sergeant." You didn't answer him, but you felt a harsh pain piercing through your chest. Not caused through the fall, no, caused of his choosing of words. Words you heard all so often. You pushed yourself up, grip tight around your rifle while searching for another way out of that factory.
Ghost brought the hostage to the evac point before reaching out to you again. You weren't here. "Sergeant, location?" Soap was already seated in the jeep, Gaz just arriving. His comms were destroyed, Soap had dust and sticky liquids all over his gear. But after all they still looked alright. Soap wanted to ask about you, but suddenly another quake brought their attention back to the factory. "Status, now!!", Simon yelled in the comms. The men could witness an explosion going off in the upper levels of the factory. Johnny reached out to his comms after you didn't answer. "C'mon bonnie. Where are yer?" Still no answer. Ghost could feel his stomach turn. He could feel how the grip around the little device at his vest tightened. Soap and Gaz already talked nine tin to a dozen, but none of their words met his ears. "Stay here!", he hissed out a order before running towards the factory. Soap and Gaz didn't even try to protest, they knew Ghost had already chosen. He couldn't afford to bring them right into the danger zone. It was enough to endure that you were out there. He couldn't afford to lose you. He couldn't live with the knowledge that he could have changed something. And he could, so he would. He wasn’t the helpless little boy from Manchester anymore. He could protect what he held dear to him now.
His feet dragged him faster than ever to the place your ways parted. His eyes scanning for a hint of your figure. His comms switched to the private channel he had with you. "Skadi?!" His voice was so broken, he could feel how a rope laced around his throat. "Skadi, please." He ran through the building, finding bodies laying everywhere around, always scared to look if it might be yours. But they were all too tall for your figure. A figure that shouldn't have to endure all that like he had to. He heard a distant exchange of fire. Then a crack in his comms and immediately stopped in his track. "Skadi??", his breath was uneven, his chest lifting heavy. "Backup's here.", an unfamiliar raspy voice echoed through his head. Backup? They never called for backup, but that would explain the gunshots he heard from afar. He didn't give it another thought before continuing his search for you. He only had one goal, finding you, alive and bringing you back. Back home, not to this shitty apartment in Birmingham you told Simon about. No, he would make sure that you feel at home wherever you wanted and deep down he hoped it would be besides him.
"y/n, please tell me your location.", his voice was desperate. This silence killed him. He never hated silence, especially not when you were next to him. Your sheer presence providing him a feeling of safety. But this damn radio silence, not knowing what happened to you, or if you were injured. His mind already flashing him with images of a blood-stained body. An image that joined the row of images in his head. A deep groan left his throat, no, he wouldn't let this happen. You were not supposed to take a place with them. You're supposed to stay at his side. In that moment he wished that you were back at the patio. Watching as the sun lowers itself, painting the sky red and orange. In this comforting silence sharing those disgusting fags of yours. He hated them to be honest, but the small smile on your lips when he took one of them made it worthy. "Please, just anything."
That's when his eyes found something familiar. The little blue box he found some time ago on that same patio. At a time when he had never thought he would need you. But he did. He was on the right track. His eyes instinctively scanning for other hints when he finally heard your voice. Without hesitation and with a tight grip around the rifle he ran after the echo your scream was coming from. Hold on a little while longer, he thought to himself.
As soon as he rounded the corner he froze. A vicious frame burned itself inside his brain. A tall statue was holding you up in the air. A gloved hand around your throat, while the other pushed a knife into the side of your abdomen. Your hands clung sloppy on the arm of the man in front of you. The last attempt to keep the air flowing in your system. Your mask was crooked, making it even harder to breath. The tactic vest long gone from your body, ripped down leaving you only in your bodice, already soaked in the carmine liquid. Simon saw red. His mind was completely empty, only one thought was running through. You.
His temporarily paralyses lead to a huge mistake, something he would regret so often in his life. In those little seconds where he stood frozen, taking the scenery in front of him in, your opposite took notice of his appearance. Those seconds did decide about life or death of both of you. Before Ghost could draw his rifle and take him out, the man spun around, turning you with him. Your back pressed against his front. Leaving your throat, so you could finally breath a bit more. He held you close to his chest, using you as a shield as he drew his own gun and pressing the cold barrel against the side of your head. "Gun down, we don't want to destroy that pretty face, do we?!", he yelled over with a Russian accent, and it made Ghost's jaw clench. He was the reason you were in this situation. His emotions blinding him and now he wasn't able to make it up to you. But he had to. No matter what it takes, he would take care of you and bring you home. "Did I speak unclear?!", the man yelled again while pressing the cold metal even further into your skull. Your eyes were squeezed shut. You could barely make out the silhouette in front of you.
To your fortune he left the knife inside, that gave you a bit of a chance to not completely bleed out right here. Everything felt numb and sore at the same time. You could feel your eyes rolling back in your head. But you forced them back, using the last bit of adrenaline to look back onto Ghost and shaking your head. Only the slightest. Only to signaling him that it was okay. You knew they were safe. He should leave. Your eyes closed again. You knew you did all you could. Ghost slowly put the rifle down. Lifting his hands in defense. "Let her go and we'll leave.", he demanded but the man only laughed. Simon's hands were trembling. The anger inside of him as high as the anxiety. He couldn't afford to lose you. He didn't want to add your images to those of his family. He carefully took a step forward, what immediately earned him a shot in the air. A warning shot. He froze again. He only once felt so helpless before. But this situation was too new for him. He felt like drowning. He wanted to hold you, carrying you out of here back to your bed. You were so close to him and still, he couldn't reach you. What would Price say? What would Johnny say? What would Kyle say? It didn’t matter because he would rather die right here than seeing you all riddled up.
The next moment felt unreal to everyone in this room. Especially for the Russian. Before Simon even realized what happened, he saw both of you going down to the ground. He didn't need another signal, started sprinting towards you. Completely ignoring his own safety. You only felt another painful impact, before a darkness washed over your sight. Another crackle in his comms and there was this unfamiliar voice again. "The motherfucker is down!", but Simon didn't care about that guy. He only cared about you. He was already on his way. Your figure laying on the floor. Within seconds he was by your side, pulling you in his lap. Immediately ripping of the mask off your face to give you the chance to breathe properly before he checked your pulse. "Lieu....t..." your voice was raspy, and low, barely audible. "'m here. 'm here. Just stay with me, that's an order. Ya hear me.", he pressed you close to his chest, your head steadied in the crook of his neck. "Yer...yer not gettin’ ...rid of me that easily.", you breathed out exhausted, your accent thicker than usual. Every breath sent a piercing pain through your chest. Simon chuckled in relief, then there was another crack in the comms. A low laugh could be heard. You could hear it as well, as your head was close to Ghost's earpiece. You opened your heavy eyelids. "Always having your back, mein Engel." [my angel], the voice came again through the comms, sweeter and softer than before while your head fell back, even further into your Lieutenant and a smile appeared on your lips. "Get her out of here big boy.", a quick switch to the deeper demanding voice, "I'll cover you." Ghost nearly ignored him, he only had ears for your little pants, especially as you closed your eyes again. He shuffled you around and cupped your face. Making sure not to cause any more pain than anyhow.
"Eyes open, Sergeant. Look at me, Skadi.", he plead. "C'mon.", you could hear him, but it sounded so distant. "We need ya out of here. But ya need to open those pretty eyes f' me first.", you were sure you were already gone. His voice sounded so soft and the number of words. He never talked so much before. God, you wished he did. "y/n please, look at me." You slowly forced your eyes open, and they found his. Those dark eyes looking down at you, filled with worry but at the same time with determination and a hint of adoration. The way he looked at you changed since your first days with him, and a weak smile formed again on your lips, your face relaxed. If that would be the way you'd die, you'd be fine with it. Looking in his eyes, dying in his arms, listening to his heartbeat. Is that what Randy thought in his last moments? It felt peaceful.
"That's it, luv. Keep them open f' me." He didn't care about the choosing of his words, he didn't care about his heart nearly leaving his chest, he only cared getting you out of here. He pulled out the box you lost earlier. "Here, hold on. Randy will be pissed if ya’d lose it.", he pushed the box into your hands, and you clung to it with the rest of strength that was left in your body. Your eyelids weighted tons, but your tried to keep them focused on the little box in your hand and Simon's voice helped to keep your head clear. This beautiful melody in your ears, a melody that symbolized safety. Ghost pushed the button on his comms again "MacTavish, move the fuckin jeep over here.", he ordered before lifting you up as careful as possible. "Just hold on a little while longer."
He carried you through the mess of factory. Ignoring everything around him. His focused laid onto you, onto your chest that's still moving and on your eyes. He started searching for the jeep as soon as the beams of sunlight brushed over his eyes. "Don't leave me, ya hear me."
Johnny pulled over and Kyle helped to move you into it. Simon kept you in his lap, against his chest. His huge hands found your cheeks, tilting your head into his direction. "Not falling asleep on me this time, alright.", he said calm. Kyle held onto the weak body of the hostage while he yelled at Johnny as the jeep went through the thick vegetation, already taking care of medevac. Simon ignored them. He whispered sweet nothings and praises into your direction. Trying to suppress the panic in his voice. It only got worse when you slowly closed your eyes again. "No, no, no. Ya have to stay awake. Keep listin' to me. I know ya able to.", his voice was so broken. There were so many more things he wanted to say to you, so many things he wanted to show you. He needed more time. "y/n, please. Stay with me.", he bended over, bringing his masked head to yours. "Don't leave me.", his forehead pressed against yours, while keeping your body steady against his own. Johnny and Kyle still yelling at each other, while Soap drove like a madman.
"Simon...", your voice was weak, just a whisper but he heard you and nearly melted when you approached him. " 'm here, love." He moved his head away from yours to look at you. Your eyes were still closed, but your lips were moving. "Johnny told me...ya good with jokes. Think I need something... something to laugh.", you breathed out while still clinging to the box in your hand. Your voice was filled with pain; every word that left your lips hurt and still you were able to soften the tone. Simon let out a nearly inaudible chuckle. He wanted to scold you, tell you to spare your strength. Tell you so much more than a sloppy joke, but he didn't. " Why did the coffee call the police?”, he paused for a moment, his eyes never leaving yours.  “It got mugged.", his voice was so calm and soft. You did sink further into him while a weak chuckle left your lips. "That's...", you weren't able to complete the sentence anymore as you fell into a darkness. The grip around the box loosening. "No, nooo!!!", Simon's voice trembled, there were cracks in it. The silence was an old friend of him, but this friend pushed a knife right through his heart.
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myuminji · 9 months
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I don't have much to ramble about but having 4 reincarnation aus on the go is so real, trimax -> tristamp reincarnation au drives me insane on the daily. begging to hear about the other reincarnation aus pretty pls
(also your art is so charming and lovely!! I love your comics hehe)
UOHOHOHO I SEE WE THINK ALIKE ANON 🤝 reincarnation AU ALWAYS drives me insane too!!! Trigun especially is giving me too much power for me not to waste em yknow?😩😩
(heads up: there's LOTS of rambles, and they're all VW-centric)
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Timeloop/Reincarnation AU where Vash reverses the time every time he fails to save Wolfwood, despite having the guilt of knowing Wolfwood will have to go through everything again had Vash chosen to loop the timeline again...
Shouldn't he let him finally get his peace? Isn't it cruel to make him suffer yet again through this horrid nightmare?
(Have you ever imagined if his "I can see it in his eyes" or "all I see is a man forcing himself to play the devil while his heart cries out" is because Vash knows he's actually not like that? That the man he knows has been kind, kind to him. But will also fear what will happen to him if he pushes his belief upon Wolfwood... Would he rather see the Wolfwood he'd known from his past? Or would he let him kill; a cold murderer, befitting of his title as 'The Punisher' in favour of his survival? But could you still call him the same Wolfwood he's known from before? Should he even try to reverse the time again? Hadn't he suffered enough?)
Reincarnation AU trimax VW but focusing on reincarnated! Wolfwood instead, chasing after Vash at every cycle of his life so he can protect, and ultimately, save him from his misery.
(He fails, quite a lot of times. But Vash doesn't need to know how many times.)
Everything was all white. And before he knew it, it was dark. Wolfwood wakes up again in a different place than he used to live in. But more than that, a different body (It was confusing at first, but he's quick to connect the dots when he finds a familiar face he could not mistake for others, now in a wanted poster, spanning across the walls of the buildings: "Vash The Stampede" it says. Wolfwood remembers: it was the man who greets him every time he enters the shop; him donning an apron as he serves other customers and he in his working outfit, back from a job he can remember no longer...)
Star-crossed Lovers where Wolfwood eventually realised he only dies because he tries tp save Vash. He could've lived a long, normal life, even stop his loop! But he didn't. Wolfwood who'd rather live short lives and die countless times just to save him... and the closest he's been with him relationship-wise is where his death is mourned the most...
(whether he thinks it's shit or not, Wolfwood still doesn't know. But had he known it'd be the last time he sees him, he'd have at least pulled him into a kiss. Say sweetheart, how about a thank you kiss?)
Reincarnation AU (trimax->tristamp) but this time both of them have bits of recollections of the past they never told each other they know.
Vash being more deadset on stopping Nai and now EOM as his main objectives, passively avoiding visiting orphanages at all costs in his travels,
Wolfwood as a kid who knew what will become of him when he's selected by the EOM but still joins and persists through his experiments with the thought "This could help the spikey his memories seem so keen on remembering" or an "I could only meet him this way, protect him this way"
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Imagine the panic that settles when the timeline doesn't line up with their previous life, "what do you mean I met the gang before the July incident, and who is this old man??" Wolfwood
Eriks going missing for 2 years as written, thinking he should really, really avoid Wolfwood for good before he gets dragged any deeper, maybe he should run away from everything this time?
And Wolfwood desperately searching for him for the whole 2 years, even though he knows he'll find him again, fearing how he gets closer to the time because "what if something is different this time and I can't meet him?" or "What if I'm not supposed to be by his side this time?"
The last one is the one I talked on prev post! Reincarnation AU (trimax->tristamp) but it's only Wolfwood who remembers, and it's mostly a "trying to move on but failing miserably because you can never say no to your (reincarnated) partner"
Wolfwood reminiscing how similar yet so different this life is... thinks how "the ticket to the future is blank, and it led me back to you"
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