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johnsamericano · 3 years

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23 days of NCT masterlist.

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warnings: Jaemin not knowing what an erection is 😭, fluff, fluff, fluff and angst, not proofread forgive me 😞

“There she is.” Doyoung pointed out, looking directly at you, gracefully walking down the hall. “Her name is y/n, she’s 12.”

“How long will I have to stay with her?” Jaemin stared at you with curiosity.

“If everything goes right, until her soul is ready to abandon her body.”

“What do you mean if everything goes right?”

“There have been some angels who have given into this world’s temptations.” He shut his eyelids, his frown growing deeper as he spoke. “You shall never give into them, Jaemin. I heard loosing your wings causes a great pain, physical and mental.”

“Is there anything else I should know?”

“Never reveal your true identity to her.” His hand gripped Jaemin’s shoulder. “You’ll be able to observe her in your real form, but she’ll never be able to see you, unless you allow her to.” Jaemin nodded, mentally taking notes of all the rules he had to follow. “If you wish to communicate something directly to her, you can disguise yourself as one of her relatives.”

“I have one more question.” Doyoung patiently waited for him to keep talking. “Aren’t guardian angels assigned to humans when they’re born?”

Doyoung remained silent, deciding wether to tell him or not the truth.

“Her former guardian angel fell in love with her.” Jaemin’s eyes went wide, how could an angel fall for a human? “He tried to show himself before her, but we stopped him on time.” Doyoung sighed, a glint of sadness in his voice as he resumed the story. “Unfortunately, he was vanished from heaven. The pain of losing his wings was greater than his love for y/n, greater than his will to live apparently.”

“Well that’s sad.” He pursed his lips. “I promise to do a good job protecting her.”

“I’m sure you will, Jaemin. You’re a good angel.”

“Jaemin, watch out!” His string of thoughts was cut off by your hand around his wrist, tugging on it aggressively to stop him from running into a bike. “Pay attention while walking, you could’ve gotten hurt.”

“Worried about me?” He smiled at your concerned features.

“Shut up before I kick your ass.” Despite your sometimes aggressive behavior, Jaemin knew you were a softie. How could he not know when he literally spent every moment with you, even if you were not aware of his presence sometimes. “Will you come help me unpack after classes?” Your fingers suddenly laced with his, a habit he’d discovered a few months into your friendship and never failed to make his heart race.

“Sure.”

You didn’t expect him to appear at your front door with a bunch of house supplies.

“What’s all this?” You helped him get everything inside your messy apartment. “This is really too much, but thank you.” You pulled him into a hug, your palms stroking his back tenderly.

Jaemin wanted to push you away, he wanted to stop his heartbeat from increasing, but you were intoxicating. It was useless to deny he felt something for you, but as long as nor you or another angel knew, everything would be fine.

“Are you wearing something under your shirt?” You frowned, feeling something shift below your palms.

Jaemin pulled away, internally scolding his wings for trying to show themselves.

“Let’s unpack.” You didn’t mention the topic again, but he knew you weren’t gonna forget about it.

He helped you move some furniture, hang up a few posters and fold your clothes to fit them inside your new closet.

“Wait!” You tried snatching the box of your underwear out of his hands, but it was already too late. He held your red, lacy thong right in front of his face, examining it before realizing what it was.

“Sorry.” His face was flushed as he put the piece of clothing back into the box, a bulge growing inside his jeans. He didn’t seem to notice, or maybe he didn’t care. Truth to be told, he’d never experienced pleasure, therefore, he wasn’t aware of the reaction your thong had provoked in his weak human body.

You didn’t make a comment on it, deciding not to humiliate him. After an hour of folding clothes, you decided to take a break, ordering some takeout food and letting Jaemin pick a movie to watch.

“It’s getting late, you should stay over.” You picked up the remains of your food and saved them in the fridge for later. “You can take the bed, I’ll take the couch.”

“Why don’t we sleep together?” The words slipped past his lips before his brain could register. “I-I mean-”

“It’s okay, as long as you don’t kick me I think we’ll be fine.” You smiled so naturally at him, as if your heart wasn’t rapidly drumming against your rib cage. “I have a few of my brother’s shirts, you can grab one of those.”

He tried calming himself down inside the bathroom. It was the first time he’d sleep with you in flesh and bone, not like he usually did, in his true form with his wings around your body, keeping you warm.

He was expecting for you to crawl into his arms like you usually did in your sleep, but you didn’t even bother to spare him a glance, too concentrated on your phone. A burning feeling started growing inside his chest, definitely not something an angel should feel. He snatched your phone away.

“Hey!” You tried getting it back, accidentally hugging him on the process. “Give it back.” Your nose was almost touching his.

His deep, brown orbs stared into yours, his pupils growing slightly bigger at the sight of your.

“Jaemin...” You whispered, his erratic breath fanning against your cheeks.

None of you moved, afraid to do something you’d later regret. But his lips looked so tempting, so kissable, you couldn’t resist leaning in, your lips almost brushing before you spoke.

“Is this okay?” You were so painfully close. He knew the right thing was to push you away, but how could he when you were looking at him with pleading eyes? Those eyes that made him want to lay the entire word at your feet.

“Yes.” He was the one to pull your face closer to his, bringing his hand to the back of your head to hold you in place, just like the main characters of the corny movies you loved did.

He wanted to cry right there, the thing he’d been fantasizing about all those years was finally happening. For a moment, he stopped thinking about his wings, stopped worrying about the fact that he’d probably be punished for his sinful actions.

“Your lips are so soft.” He whispered, cupping your cheeks with delicacy pulling away only to leave random pecks on your lips, enjoying the warmth of them. “Like small, pink clouds.”

You giggled at the comparison.

“I like you, Jaemin.”

“I like you too, y/n. So much.” He wanted to say ‘I love you’ but he figured out it might be a bit to early for you.

He continued savoring your lips, pecking them as if he was trying to memorize every little texture of your plump skin. Your hands went to his sensitive back, unknowingly caressing the spot were his wings were hidden.

It all happened too fast, his large wings ripping through the borrowed shirts and showing themselves to you. The look on your face was of pure shock, your arms falling limp to your sides as Jaemin’s stomach stirred with fear.

“Y/n...” He called you at least five times, your eyes fixated on the silky, white feathers.

It was all too much to process. Was he pranking you? No, fake wings wouldn’t move the way his did.

“Say something, please.” You noticed how his wings fell slightly, as if mimicking his emotions.

Drops of salty tears falling into your cheeks awakened you from your trance, your best friend crying on top of you as his hands held your face dearly.

“How?” Was the only thing you could pronounce, your mind still trying to work through the situation.

“I know this looks bad, but I swear, I never meant to deceive you. I wanted to protect you from afar, but I couldn’t resist meeting you. You’re the brightest human I’ve ever seen, and I don’t deserve to be with you. I am a liar, a cheater who used his powers to get into your life.” He began rambling, your mind slowly connecting the dots until you finally had an idea of what he was.

“An angel?” You asked, voicing your inner doubts.

“I don’t deserve to be your guardian...” He ignored your previous question, tucking his face in your neck.

His wings timidly pressed against his back, moving the slightest as your fingers danced over them, mesmerized at the soft texture.

“I feel like I’m dreaming.” Your voice didn’t sound angry, in fact, he could almost see your smile as you spoke. “Aren’t you going to get in trouble for this?” Your hands forced his face up, making him face You. “I don’t want you to get in trouble, Nana.”

“They might’ve found by now, but it doesn’t matter anymore. I am willing to lose my wings as a punishment for those amazing moments I’ve spent by your side.”

He was about to incorporate, about to leave you and never come back, but the sudden crash of your lips against his had him frozen at the spot.

“I don’t want you to get in trouble...” You whispered against his lips. “But neither do I want you to leave me. I'm a selfish human that wants her angel to give up everything for her, I'm sorry.”

He smiled, euphoric at the words he'd only heard in his wildest dreams.

“Then I guess I'll have to oblige.”

Jaemin spent the night curled up with his loved human, wings protecting her from any danger while Doyoung watched everything with confusion. He knew it was the right thing to punish the young angel for his sinful actions, but there was nothing sinful at the unfolding scene. If anything, it was the purest thing he'd seen from his vast years on earth.

“Good luck, Jaemin.” The black-haired left unnoticed, letting his friend fulfill his duties as your guardian angel until the last breath of life left your body.

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honeycobie · 4 years

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My Aurora

badboy!Sunwoo x reader, fluff, slight angst

a/n: this is a continuation of ps. i like you! if you have not read it, please do read it first as it will be confusing to read this one first. lots of people have requested me to do a part two to it and i gladly have! I recommend listening to your eyes tell by bts as you read this or break my heart again by finneas. as always, i hope you enjoy this one and stay safe 💓 please don’t be afraid to give feedback!

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Your hands were clammy, slick with sweat as they shook slightly, your fingers slipping against the screen as you tried to type out a message. Your mind was racing, a jumbled mess of thoughts as you recall his letter. It was intimate yet playful, just like Sunwoo. At the very thought of his name, a smile appears of its own accord and you slap your face lightly, trying to knock some sense into yourself.

Dragging a hand through your hair, you sigh, gazing at the screen of your phone. You sifted through your brain, attempting to organize yourself but only to give up a second later. You slumped against the wall, agonizing over sending a simple text. You inhale deeply to steel yourself before your fingers rapidly dance over the screen, typing out a straightforward “I got your letter”.

Contemplating, you hesitate, hovering over the send button. For the first time, you found yourself placing the phone down, mulling over a decision that you would’ve already made in a blink of an eye. Worrying your bottom lip between your teeth, you listened to your heart and sent it. Right after, you leaped away from it as if it was a poisonous spider, poised to attack. From a distance, you eyed your phone, waiting for any hint of a notification.

Sighing, you turned away and busied yourself with tackling the clean laundry that had piled up on your chair. Halfway through placing the last shirt into the drawer, your phone buzzes and you jump, startled. You carefully cradle the phone in your hands before unlocking it, your breath hitching when you realize you have a new message from Sunwoo.

You click on it, face illuminated by the glow as you read. The sentence sinks in and you laugh, your heart feeling lighter than it had been since you had last seen him.

“So you lost the bet? ;)”

It was so...him. To care about a bet that no longer held any importance, thrown away in a dark corner, unforgotten. Yet Sunwoo was able to revive it and you smiled at the familiarity of his competitiveness, finally breaking the gigantic iron wall that stood before you and him, built by you to protect your heart. Your response did not have your usual retort, instead, it acknowledged that you did indeed lose the bet.

However, Sunwoo’s response had held a certain weight to it, suggesting more feeling behind just arrogantly caring about winning or losing. It was his own way of clarifying things and you could practically feel his need to know if you reciprocate his feelings or not. You had given Sunwoo the answer he desperately needed to know and he now knew what you felt.

You flopped onto your bed, phone falling from your grasp to safely land on the soft duvet. You close your eyes for a second, your limbs sprawled. A weight seemed to have lifted off of your shoulders and you smiled dreamily. Lulled by the tranquility of the house, you feel yourself giving in to the tantalizing pull of slumber, a yawn escaping as you snuggle into the warmth of your sheets, blindly patting around to grasp at your duvet, pulling it over yourself.

Your eyes shoot open when the doorbell rings, echoing pleasantly throughout the house. Groaning, you sit up, patting down your messy hair and straightening your crumpled clothes.

As the doorbell rings again, paired with insistent knocking, you bolt downstairs, nearly wiping out on the floor. Regaining your balance, you throw open the door, ready to chastise the person for practically abusing the doorbell. Words die in your throat as you stare at him, a familiar smirk on his face, warm umber eyes drifting down your figure to fixate on your slippers, pink and fluffy, with an adorable bunny face.

“Nice bunny slippers.” Sunwoo remarks, suppressing the urge to laugh, lips twitching as he bites back a grin.

Your cheeks burn in embarrassment, suddenly painfully aware of your disheveled hair and mismatched pajamas. “They’re comfortable.” you manage, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.

“Are you going to let me in?” he asks, amused.

“No.”

Sunwoo arches an eyebrow at your response, watching as you wedge yourself in the door, seeming to contemplate before slipping out, closing the door with a soft click.

You sit on the porch, and Sunwoo follows your actions. Silence ensues, and you shift uncomfortably before glancing subtly at him. Sunwoo, as always, was infuriatingly handsome, with a perfect side profile and you swore that nature loved him, the way the sun’s rays were kissing his skin.

“So...what are we?” you break the silence, but regret it when he turns to face you, and you almost drown in the captivating depths of his eyes.

“What do you mean?” Sunwoo asks, tilting his head in an endearing way, reminding you of a puppy.

“Are we an official thing now?” you venture bashfully, unable to meet his eyes.

“Yes, you’re my lover. Is that what you wanted to hear?” he chuckles, and you flush, reaching over to swat at him, which he easily dodges.

Lover....you savour the word, running through your mind like a broken record, over and over. So magical, it made your heart palpitate and your palms sweat.

When you don’t speak, Sunwoo eyes you mischievously, before reaching over to press his lips against yours. Your breath hitches as you make a surprised sound before melting into the kiss. You can feel Sunwoo’s lips curve into a smile but before he can pull away, you cradle his head, pulling him impossibly closer.

Parting, he smirks at you. “Didn’t know you were so bold, (Y/n).” he says, in sing-song as he pinches your cheeks.

“Shut up.” you mutter, and you were sure your face was as red as a beet.

“I’m not surprised you lost the bet, I mean, look at me.” Sunwoo continues, boasting and you glare at him.

“I will literally kill you in your sleep.”

“Woah, no need to get so aggressive.” he laughs, lifting his hands in a placating manner. You stick your tongue out at him before hugging your knees to your chest. Once again, silence falls upon you, but it’s comfortable and you get used to Sunwoo’s presence next to you.

When he starts humming to a familiar song, you join in, and even though the old lady next door is giving you a dirty look, her hands on her hips, you start singing and dancing with Sunwoo in the street. You can’t help but laugh loudly as he twirls you around.

You almost forgot how elated you had felt with Sunwoo but now, as the sun shines down on you as you frolic around with him, you remember.

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“Baby.”

His voice rouses you from dreamland and you lift your head drowsily, struggling to blink away the sleep that still clung to your eyelashes. You had somehow managed to fall asleep during the Studio Ghibli movie marathon that you and Sunwoo had planned a week prior. Your eyes focused on his face before drifting to the screen before you, the familiar sight of Howl’s Moving Castle greeting you, awakening vague childhood memories.

Sunwoo smiled, drinking in the sight of you, clad in a hoodie and pyjama pants, your hair messy yet still so adorable it makes his heart clench. He gently brushes the strands that fall into your eyes, his delicate touch almost lulling you back to sleep, your eyelids fluttering close.When he draws his hand away, you open your eyes, already missing the warmth of his hand.

“Put your hand out,” Sunwoo ordered, rummaging in his bag, which sat at his feet. Confused, you heed his order, placing your hand out, palm up.

He places the box in your hand and you peer at it, interest piqued even with sleep muddying your thoughts. The box was covered with a layer of black velvet and you knew that it had to hold some kind of jewelry. Curious, you opened it and you inhaled sharply. A delicate gold bracelet sat within it and you were mesmerized by the way it seemed to beckon to you, gleaming underneath the light emitted from the movie still playing on the screen, now forgotten, nothing but background noise.

Sunwoo picked it up and you caught sight of the single dainty charm that dangled from the chain. Incredulous, you held it between your fingers, noting the details that were carved into it. The charm itself was so thin and intricate that if you applied too much force, you feared that it would snap.

He grinned, reading your features attentively. “Do you like it? I specifically designed it myself.”

“You don’t have to buy-” you began, only interrupted by his finger pressing against your mouth to silence you. Sunwoo shakes his head, mischief evident in his eyes as he moves to fasten it around your wrist, his fingers deft as he nimbly connects the clasp. “Just accept it.”

You tried to object again but he glared at you, causing the words to die in your throat. Clearing your throat, you changed the subject to not incur his wrath. “Why did you pick the sun?” you ask, accepting the gift, twisting your wrist back and forth to watch it shimmer, admiring it with awe-filled eyes.

“The answer is simple. Since I’m known as the sun, it’s my way of claiming you and letting others know that you’re mine.” Sunwoo grins cockily, crossing his arms in satisfaction as he leans back, reclining on the couch.

You open your mouth, searching for words before opting to smack him twice on the head with the nearest pillow.

“Ow! What was that for?” he protests, rubbing his forehead.

“You always amaze me, Sunwoo.” you sigh in exasperation, rubbing your temples as you hug the pillow to your chest.

“Must be because I’m so handsome.” he replied, wiggling his eyebrows as he winked at you, practically shoving his face in yours to prove his attractiveness.

Wisely, you shove his face away, training your eyes on the screen instead. Sunwoo whines, shaking your shoulders so intensely, you momentarily considered strangling him.

“Shut up and watch the movie.” you grumble, throwing popcorn at him.

“Yes ma’am.”

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You sigh, zipping up your bag as you end another tutor session with Sunwoo. Now that you were dating, both of your mothers had begged for you to continue tutoring. You couldn’t blame them, though, as he still needed help. The sessions continued, dragging for more than the planned week and they were more distractions as he would continuously pepper your face and neck with kisses, despite your requests, no, demands for him to cease.

One or two of his friends would often tag along for fun — Haknyeon and Eric being the most frequent — and would always leave complaining that Sunwoo was absolutely infatuated with you, disgusted with how he would stare at you with the most loving gaze. To quote, they called him the “real-life heart eyes emoji”.

“Hey, I gotta go to the restroom real quick,” you mentioned, nudging Sunwoo with your arm.

Sunwoo glanced up from his task of organizing the sheaf of paper, “Alright,” he gave you a peck on the cheek before focusing on his task. You smiled to yourself. Sunwoo looked cute, nose scrunching as he tried to order the sheets by date.

You hummed to yourself as you stepped out of the study room, starting down the hallway. You were in a rather cheerful mood today, even able to suppress the urge to yell at Sunwoo for once again, succumbing to distractions.

Finishing, you step out of the stall to wash your hands. Just as you’re lathering the soap to thoroughly scrub between your fingers, you feel a presence next to you. Glancing up, you notice a girl next to you and you offer a friendly smile in greeting. She smiles back, easygoing and you had to physically force yourself from staring at her for too long. She was gorgeous, no doubt a girl that had boys practically tripping over their own feet to chase after her. Actually, you erased that thought as you flushed at her kind smile.

You couldn’t stop the envy that rushed through your veins. She was a natural beauty, not even a hint of makeup to enhance her features. With flawless skin, doe eyes and lips like rosebuds, she was the exact definition of what society thought beauty was. You brush off the envy as easily as shrugging off a coat. You would get nothing for envying others and it felt ridiculous anyway, admiring others’ features when the personality and the heart were what meant most.

Turning off the tap, you slip your hands under the dryer, watching as it automatically switches on, a warm gust of air blasting to dry the droplets of water that still clung to your fingers and palms. Just as you were about to walk out, a voice catches your attention.

“Wait, can I talk to you?” the girl asks politely, eyes crinkling in a rather charming fashion.

You nod, tensing slightly as you wondered what she might have been scheming. You couldn’t help it, it was in your nature to be suspicious and keep your guards up, even if the opposite person had been nothing but kind.

“I saw your bracelet and I was wondering where you got it.” she continued, her shining eyes fixated on the delicate gold bracelet that was clasped on your wrist. You blinked, almost laughing at yourself for even doubting whether the girl had sinister intentions.

“Ah, I’m not sure. This was a gift and I think it’s a personal design,” you replied, hand instinctively going to fiddle with it, the cool metal familiar underneath your fingers.

“Could I try it on?” she questioned, and you were taken aback by her blunt question. Not many strangers approached others to try on accessories and you were certainly not going to do so. “It’s alright if you don’t want to. I understand,” she laughed airily, noticing that you had recoiled slightly, taking a step away from her.

You chewed on the inside of your cheek, indecisive. It was weird to let her, someone you didn’t even know, try it on but she seemed so earnest and you didn’t want to turn her away. Deciding on the latter, you nodded before unclasping the bracelet and handing it to her carefully.

You watch her as the girl gingerly handles it, placing it on her wrist before locking the clasp in place. She lifts her hand, admiring it as the gold glimmers underneath the fluorescent lights of the bathroom. Uncomfortable, you shift before you open your mouth, intent on asking for it back.

Before you can even speak, your phone rings. Lifting it to your ear, you wince when Sunwoo’s voice blares right in your ear. “Where the hell are you? What’s taking so long?”

Even though his words are rough, you can tell that there’s concern hidden beneath it, masked by his feigned irritation. “I just got caught up, sorry.” you apologized sheepishly, realizing that fifteen minutes had already passed.

“Hurry back. We’re taking the bus today, remember? It leaves at four.” You could practically envision Sunwoo’s face, dragging his hand down his face exasperatedly, a sigh escaping his lips. Your eyes widen when you catch sight of the time. There was only three minutes until the bus arrived. Even worse, the bus stop was a distance away from the library, so you and Sunwoo would have to dash to it in order to catch the bus.

Swiftly, you hang up on him, darting out the restroom into the hall, not even sparing the other girl a glance. You forgot something important, dangling on her wrist, gold like the afternoon sunshine drifting into the space, winking mockingly underneath the light.

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Your face brightens the moment you see Sunwoo standing in the park where you had planned to meet. Even before you reach him, you can tell something’s wrong, a brooding and dark look clouding his features. You slow your pace, watching as his head snaps up, gaze locking with yours when he hears your footsteps. You’re positive something is wrong by the way he doesn’t even offer a smile in your direction. Sunwoo’s eyes aren’t dancing with amusement and mischief like they usually are, instead they’re dull and lifeless.

“What’s wrong?” you inquire, hoping to shake him out of his detached state. At the sound of your voice, his eyes slide down to your wrist and his eyes flare with anger, sudden, like a lit match, flames threatening to overwhelm and destroy anything in its path.

“Where’s the bracelet?” he rasps, voice low. Although his features are nonchalant and coldly indifferent, you can tell that he’s furious by the way his jaw clenches, the muscles twitching. Your hand goes to your wrist, fingers wrapping around nothing but your own skin. Eyes widening, you curse inwardly as the image of the bracelet, clasped on the girl’s wrist, flashes in your mind, almost as if taunting your terrible memory.

Before you can even answer, Sunwoo beats you to it. “Why’d you give it to her? If you didn’t like it, you could’ve just told me. You didn’t have to give it away.” Behind the passive mask that he’s constructed, you see hurt flash across his features abruptly, like lightning striking through dark thunder clouds before it’s gone, just as quickly as it appears.

“And you gave it to her, out of all people.” Sunwoo continued, stringing his fingers through his hair in frustration, the action familiar as you had seen him do it many times. You were forgotten as he paced around in tight circles, like a caged panther.

“What do you mean, her?” You found the courage to speak up, only to regret it as his dark gaze settled on you, causing you to shrink away automatically, feeling so insignificant next to his presence.

“She is my ex.” Sunwoo reveals, shoulders hunched. You fall silent, digesting the new information. You didn’t understand why he was so quick to assume, when you hadn’t even explained your side of the story.

You steel yourself, determined to stay calm and talk things out. “Listen, it’s not like I hated the bracelet and gave it away to her. She was curious about it so I let her try it on and I forgot to ask for it back because we were going to miss the bus if we didn’t hurry.”

“Of course you would say that.” he laughed and you flinched at the anger, no, contempt that tainted his voice, poisoning the atmosphere with its negativity.

“What do you mean?” you countered, a frown marring your brow. “Are you saying that I’m lying?” You couldn’t disguise the brewing anger, like dark, vicious tones of black completely conquering the pure white of calm and placidness.

Sunwoo scoffs, the dismissive sound making you bristle. “Who knows, maybe you are.”

Your irritation prevails over your rationality as you scowl. “You know what? Screw you.” Weren’t relationships all about trust and honesty? You detested the way suspicion and doubt completely ruled over your relationship, erasing all the euphoric and jovial memories that once existed.

You stormed away, not even bothering to spare a glance in Sunwoo’s direction. If this was how things would play out, your past self had been wise to stay away from him.

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“So, did you guys break up?” your friend asks curiously, nibbling on her blueberry muffin.

You shrug, the straw of your beverage hanging out of your lips. “I’m not sure,” you admit, “we got into an argument and I just left.”

As your friend proceeds to barrage you with questions, you let your focus wander,, from the hanging plants to the dark maplewood floors of the cozy cafe, the murmur of conversations indecipherable, like you were underwater.

A bell chimes, alerting you of a new customer. Your eyes trail to the entrance, and you stiffen when you realize it’s Sunwoo, talking animatedly to someone next to him. You kick your friend’s shin lightly, grabbing her attention as you nod discreetly towards the entrance. Eyes widening, she turns slightly, observing as Sunwoo takes a seat, inconveniently close to your escape route.

You slide down in your seat, shaking your head. You could either wait for Sunwoo and his companion to leave or somehow sneak out without him noticing. Gnawing on your straw, you gesture to the nearest waiter, who slips over to you, a bright smile on his face. Hurriedly, you pay for the food, fingers drumming impatiently on the table before practically dragging your friend out the seat, protesting weakly.

Daring a glance, you lift your eyebrows when you notice that Sunwoo’s companion is his ex. It wasn’t the first time you had seen him with her after your argument. He was almost always with her on campus and you always shook your head scornfully when you caught sight of them together, again. At this point, you felt only numbness, like nothing affected you anymore. This just told you that it was time to forget Sunwoo and move on.

Just as you thought you had successfully gotten to the door without being noticed, you hear his voice call out to you. Gritting your teeth, you turn around, pasting on a fake smile.

“I’m not in the mood to talk.” you state plainly. Sunwoo stammers, for once, dumbfounded as he tries to find the words to placate you and convince you to stay.

“Go back to your girlfriend.” you add, gesturing to the girl, who remained sitting, pretending to scroll through her phone, concern apparent on her face. “Guess I was just a summer fling, huh? A rebound for you to use?”

At that, Sunwoo flinches, hurt flooding his features.

You turn to leave, and this time, he doesn’t stop you.

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Chattering with your friend, you pass through the entrance, smiling brightly as you greet the others at the party. Already, you can see some people passed out on the ground, cheeks ruddy from alcohol. The music is loud, the floor vibrating with the bass beat and you can feel it reverberating in your ribcage.

Your friend had offered to cheer you up by inviting you to one of her mutual’s weekly parties after witnessing your encounter with Sunwoo. You had initially declined, but after serious consideration, you had decided that it would be an effective way to loosen up and relax.

“Hey, Sunwoo isn’t here, right?” you lower your voice as you address your friend, scanning your surroundings keenly for any sight of the male.

“He might be. The host is good friends with him.” she answers, eyeing you.

Immediately, your expression and mood sours but you take a deep breath, determined to not let Sunwoo ruin your night. Your friend pats your shoulder sympathetically before pushing you into the dancing crowd. You squirm as you collide with sweaty bodies, barely avoiding a flailing arm, which threatened to gouge out your eyes. Magenta, violet and cyan lights flash wildly in the otherwise dim room, seeming to heighten the crowd’s emotions as they cheer loudly. You avert your eyes from the glare, trying to adjust to the drastic change.

“Have fun!” your friend yells over the music, before also disappearing into the throng. You grimace, trying to push your way out of the crowd before sighing, running a hand through your hair in exasperation. You seemed to be at the heart of the group, everyone moving to the rhythm of the music. People shout over the music, trying to communicate to each other and your head momentarily spins as you slowly adapt to the chaos.

Glancing around, you don’t notice your friend anywhere but your tense shoulders start to gradually relax, body automatically swaying to the beat as you sing along to the song, feeling more carefree and untroubled compared to the previous days.

Perhaps it was a good idea to attend this party.

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As you talk to a friend, a hand grasps your arm, dragging you away. Twisting, you catch sight of Sunwoo’s face, set in a glower. You struggle against him, but he doesn’t let go until he finds a quiet corner, away from the party and its consuming music.

“What do you want?” you seethe, rubbing at your arm, where it was sore from his bruising grip.

“I want to talk about us,” Sunwoo states simply. For some reason, the word ‘us’ causes your blood to boil and you inhale deeply, trying to refrain yourself from lashing out. The last thing you wanted was to create a scene at a party, where you were supposed to have fun and dance away your worries.

“We have nothing to talk about.” you refute, forcing yourself to keep a polite tone.

“What happened to our relationship? Didn’t we promise to always talk things out?” Sunwoo continues, and you wonder if the desperation in his voice is an illusion, a trick so he can take advantage of you again. His voice is gradually rising in volume, and you can also feel your annoyance progressively getting out of control.

“You told me I could trust you, right? What happened to that?” you demand, practically piercing daggers with your glare.

Sunwoo returns your gaze with an equal amount of resentment. “Ask yourself that,” he accused, “why did you think I used you as a rebound to get back together with my ex?”

“I don’t know, maybe it’s the way you act on campus or the way you initiate physical affection with her so easily?” you retort, envy evident. You hated jealousy; the way it easily destroyed foundations of stable relationships, but it felt….almost relieving to let your emotions out.

Sunwoo is silent, but his heated stare betrays his hostility, provoked by the way you simply dismissed his explanation. He almost chuckles, wondering if this was how you felt. Huffing, you turn to leave, but he pulls you back, your back crashing into his chest, arms settling around your waist.

You close your eyes, moving to peel his hands off, ordering your body to move, but it betrays you, and you stay in Sunwoo’s embrace, his breath stirring your hair into motion.

“Tell me….who is she to you?” you whisper, slumping in defeat.

“She’s nothing more than a friend. She’s going through something right now so she really needed comfort.” he replies softly, moving to gently place a kiss on your neck, goosebumps appearing on your skin.

“Oh.” you say, your voice tiny as guilt sweeps over you. You start to apologize, but Sunwoo hushes you, twirling you around to face him.

He lifts his hand, uncurling his fingers to reveal a familiar gold bracelet sitting in it. It dangles from his fingers and you gaze at it, the metal shimmering, as if it was dancing along to the distant bass of the music. His eyes present many questions as he stares at you, offering you the bracelet. Do you still love me? Will you accept me again?

Quietly, you stretch out your hand, and his eyes; they light up with hope so innocent and bright, it hurts your heart. Sunwoo fastens the bracelet back to its rightful place, almost frantically, like if he didn’t hurry, you would change your mind.

Awkward silence settles over you as you and Sunwoo stare at each other, uncertainty swimming in his eyes as he fidgets. Laughter bubbles out of your throat when he unexpectedly sweeps you into his embrace, lifting you in the air, almost crushing you with his strength but you don’t complain, a smile stretching across your face, tears brimming in your eyes.

Words weren’t needed.

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You lean against Sunwoo’s side, gaze fixed on the stunning view of the horizon, the sun lighting everything with a fiery glow. A place that was once only Sunwoo’s safe haven but now he unlocked the gates to welcome you. It had felt like only yesterday when he had introduced you to this place, hidden away from the harsh and demanding reality that criticized and judged everywhere you went and it felt like a shield, coddling you from the cruelty of it all and pushing you into a dream, where everything had an answer and you were free from the stress and worries that seem to mercilessly pursue you, no matter what winding paths you took to avoid it.

You close your eyes, letting your head fall on Sunwoo’s shoulder. A chuckle rumbles through his chest and you feel him pick your hand up, laying a chaste kiss on it before intertwining his fingers with yours. Your heart picks up its rhythm at his display of affection but you keep your eyes closed, ears pricked as you listen to the melodic chirping of birds stationed somewhere within the dense forest.

A question worms its way into your mind and you squirm slightly, trying to ignore it. No doubt Sunwoo would tease you if you said it out loud. It makes its way down, seeding itself into your heart. Tempted to ask, you open your mouth before closing it just as rapidly.

You feel Sunwoo shift beside you before gently moving you to lie in his lap, his hands moving to tangle themselves into your hair, twirling the strands. Your eyes fly open and you’re overcome with a wave of determination, to spit the question out before you regret it. Now seemed to be the time, everything at peace, the birds settling amongst the trees, their chirps seeming to quiet, dying down.

“Sunwoo…” you begin, calling his name softly and you cringe inwardly at how loving your voice sounds. Never in a thousand years would you ever imagine yourself in this position, his dark eyes reflecting the sunshine, rendering them the warmest shade of chocolate, bringing out the golden specks that surrounded the irises. You, allowing this boy who you’d only thought as an annoyance to caress your face, to capture your lips with his and to own your heart.

He lets out a hum in response, eyes flicking from the horizon to meet yours and you resist the urge to permit yourself to drown in them. “If you were to describe me as something, what would I be?” you continue, bracing yourself.

You expected Sunwoo to reply with something similar to “trash” in a joking tone, so adorably dorky that you couldn’t even bother to be angry at him, knowing that your anger would be short-lived, dissipating like water meeting heat, the mist of evaporation curling through the air. A part of you hoped that he didn’t answer with that, or something overused, like “my world”. It was used in cliche movies, used to the point that when you heard a boy say it to his girlfriend you had the desire to rip out your hair in frustration when she’d blush as if it was something world-changing.

Sunwoo continues to run his hand through your hair, lips pursed as he considers. Your gaze doesn’t stray from his face, observing his features as they shift through different emotions. “You’d be an….aurora.”

You sit up, pleasantly shocked. You had not thought that he would actually consider and reply to your question seriously. Shifting to face him, you quickly scanned his face for any sign of teasing or jest but you found none. Sunwoo was oddly solemn, gazing back at you intensely, his hand moving to hold yours. “Why?” you breathe, your voice hushed, as if you were to raise your voice, this moment would end and Sunwoo would vanish, taking all the colour of the world with him.

Sunwoo breaks the eye contact, drifting off to collect his thoughts before he gives you a timid smile. “Because...you’re like a gift to me, ethereal and breathtaking. I don’t know when you’ll disappear and if you’ll move on to someone else and brighten their days with your presence. So I’ll cherish the moments we have together. You could say I’m the dark sky and you...are the aurora, dancing with me and stabilizing me, providing me with an escape. You’ve taught me so much, opening my eyes to finding the radiance in even the littlest things. Everything is washed anew when you're by my side and it seems so much more vibrant and colourful, just like how an aurora brings colour and life to the sky when it appears.”

Your face heats up at his words, your heart hammering against your ribs, so loud you feared that Sunwoo would be able to hear it. You were unable to tear your gaze away from his, his eyes clear, allowing you to see the sincerity in their dark pools. There were so many emotions present, swimming in his eyes that they threatened to drown you.

Overwhelmed by emotion, you couldn’t find the words to express how much he meant to you as well. You just sat there, warmed by his words. You clung to that feeling, knowing that it would mean so much more to you when you looked back whether you were still dating Sunwoo or not.

As if sensing your inability to form words to describe the turmoil going in your head, he slips an arm around your shoulder, applying enough strength so your head fell naturally into the crook of his neck. You let out a sigh, hand instinctively gripping onto his shirt, the feeling of his toned chest beneath the thin fabric spanning underneath your fingertips.

Suddenly, Sunwoo pulls you so you’re settled in his lap, a startled squeal leaving your lips. Facing him, you bury your face into his neck, arms slipping around his neck casually. Although you would have been uncomfortable with such a show of physical affection, he seemed to be an exception and you found the warmth radiating off his arms familiar and secure, placing you at ease.

You listen to the steady rhythm of his heart before turning your head, your cheek now pressed against his chest so you could continue enjoying the breathtaking view of the city, so high above that it was unbothered, the air still and tranquil as sunlight caused the windows of skyscrapers faraway to glitter and your eyes roamed the city, mapping and memorizing the place where you’ve grown up and had so many memorable moments, ones that were filled with joy, sorrow and rage.

Sunwoo’s arms tighten ever so slightly before he dips to press a kiss to the crown of your head. “My aurora.” he murmurs, and you can hear the hint of possessiveness and love in his voice, his breath stirring your hair into motion and a chill runs down your spine when you feel his eyelashes flutter against your neck as Sunwoo dips his head to graze his lips against your neck.

You wouldn’t trade anything in the world for this, to watch the sunset with your lover at your side.

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sserpente · 5 years

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A/N: Request from @ultimatedeviant. Here’s some sexy vampire action. 😉

Words: 2813 Warnings: mentions of domestic violence, alcohol consumption, smut

Fucker. You hated him. Perhaps you always had. Perhaps your hatred for him had been so intense you had mistaken it for love. How could you be so stupid? Of course he would cheat on you. For months on end, your now ex-boyfriend had neglected you—he rarely bothered to show up at your place after work, he never took you out on dates anymore and then when you finally met, he was usually moody and grumpy, leading to one-minute-sex which left you all but unsatisfied. The next morning, he expected breakfast and coffee to be ready for him and then he left, sometimes even without kissing you goodbye.

The worst, however, had been his anger and aggressive behaviour. He had only hit you once, yet it had been enough for you to wake up and realise you were trapped in an abusive relationship. You were upset. Upset with yourself and upset with your stupid ex. Now there were two options. You could either crawl into bed with a bar of chocolate and gummy bears, watching cheesy romance movies and cry surrounded by a dozen used tissues or you could say fuck you and go out to have a drink.

It was Monday night—none of your friends were willing to spend the evening in a dimly lit club but that wouldn’t stop you. You felt confident when you entered shortly after 11pm and headed straight to the bar to buy a pint. The first out of many… you had already asked a cab company to come pick you up at two just to be safe.

Inside the club, it was as loud as usual. The bass was humming in your chest, your ears ringing. The best part of this club was its music and especially on a Monday night, it wasn’t as intensely crowded as it was on the weekends—it was the perfect time to get drunk and pity yourself.

Adam glanced up from his flask when he spotted the young girl approaching the bar right next to him, his blue gaze, hidden by dark sunglasses, instantly wandering down to your bare neck. He could practically sense the delicious vein pumping right under your skin.

Hissing quietly, he forced his eyes back up. You had ordered a pint—and he liked your voice, he decided. Mutely, he watched you pay and bring the glass to your lips to empty almost all of it in one go. Shit. Easy.

He had never seen a girl drink like that. You were either incredibly stupid or incredibly desperate. Either way, whatever it was, as he studied your profile and body, he could not take his eyes off you even though he knew it would best to forget about it. He knew how this would end. If he took you home for some fun, he would bite you—and if he bit you, he would have to kill or turn you to make sure you did not spill his little secret.

Oh yes… a really bad idea. He would watch you for a while, fantasise and leave it at that. It was why he did not fail to notice that you tensed up when you spotted a blonde man in the crowd whose distorted expression darkened when he found you at the bar.

You were about to move away, away from him too without even knowing he was more interested in you than in the music in the club.

“(Y/N)… come on, we need to talk.”

“No. You need to fuck off, Jared.” Adam heard you snap. (Y/N). So that was your name. It suited you. Who was that and why was he bothering you? He could sense the violence radiating off of this guy and he figured quickly that it had to be your ex-boyfriend—which would also explain why you drank so much. The break-up must have happened very recently. This guy wanted you back. Or something else. Adam growled, unable to comprehend why he would even consider helping you.

“Jared, no!”

Mine, a carnal voice whispered in his head. She is mine.

Adam rose from his seat when Jared wrapped his hand around your arm to yank you towards him, making him growl yet again. The urge to protect you was boiling within him, almost as if an invisible force was pulling him to you. It might have been the animal inside of him that wanted him to own you but he was not going to let Jared take you away from him. Bloody zombies…

“I believe the lady said no, Jared.” He snarled threateningly. The human turned his head to him so fast any other man would have felt intimidated. He was aggressive—and without a doubt he had hit you before. Adam longed to rip his throat out there and then.

“Who the fuck are you, mind your own business!”

The vampire blinked, relieved that his blue eyes were hidden by the dark sunglasses which luckily failed to reveal his slowly darkening irises until he was ready to pounce and attack.

“Let go of her.”

Much to his surprise, he did—only, however, to instead approach him. Men around them turned away in a desperate attempt not to witness the imminent club brawl. Yet when Jared lunged out, the moment his fist was to connect with Adam’s face, he caught it in mid-air seemingly without any effort at all and held it so tightly Jared’s fingers began to crack. If he squeezed any harder, he would break his hand—and he was sure that he was very well aware of that—aware enough to realise he would not stand a chance against him.

He heard you gasp despite the loud music, noticing your shocked and at the very same time impressed expression out of the corner of his eye.

“Okay, let go, fuck, let go! That’s not worth it, fuck…” Jared cursed and turned back to you when Adam released his hand and he shook it with a whine. “I really hope he’ll fuck you better than I did. This is not over yet.”

You let out a relieved breath when he shot you one last, angry glare and then elbowed his way through the crowd—away from you.

“Thank you.” You said genuinely. Whoever he was, he had probably just saved you a lot of pain and violence; even if the fact he was wearing sunglasses and gloves inside freaked you out just a tiny little bit.

The stranger nodded calmly, sitting back down. “Can I buy you another drink?” What was he doing? For Fuck’s sake…

“Look… I’m really grateful for your help but...” You stopped yourself. He was seriously hot. And if there was one thing that would bother Jared’s giant ego the most, it would be you actually fucking someone else. “Actually… yes. I would love that. Thank you. I’m (Y/N), by the way.”

“Adam.” Adam. Adam, the mysterious stranger. You liked that and somehow… somehow he fascinated you. Those sunglasses, the gloves… the black hair and his smooth voice… it almost felt like he was hypnotising you. Had that been that… exciting tingling, making the hairs on your neck stand when you had ordered your first drink? That awkward feeling of being watched? You swallowed thickly.

It took you ten whole minutes to tell him all about your boyfriend—the beer making you talkative and, despite his sunglasses, you did not fail to notice that he seemed to be fixed on your neck. Did he have a thing for that? Your neck was your most sensitive area… your heart skipped a beat when you imagined his thin and soft lips plastering feather-light kisses on your skin, making you sigh… aroused, you clenched your legs.

“How did he know you would be here then?” Adam asked just then. He himself had not ordered a drink—instead, he kept sipping from that silver flask he had brought.

“It’s my favourite club. One of my friends must have told him. They don’t know we broke up yet.”

“I see.”

For a moment, silence spread between you—he wouldn’t exactly say much about himself. You merely knew he was a musician and that he lived not far from here. You appeared to like the same kind of music, apart from that he remained utterly mysterious.

“Would you like to dance with me?” You asked, hoping to break that scrutinising gaze he seemed to be meeting you with.

“No. I don’t dance.”

“Oh…”

“Let me take you home.”

You frowned. “What?”

“Let me take you home. My car is parked on the other side of the street.”

“You drank.” You stated, pointing at his flask.

“Not alcohol.” Your frown deepened.

“W-why don’t we call a taxi? Pick up your car tomorrow…”

But Adam knew you wouldn’t make it home and he wasn’t going to fuck you in front of the taxi driver… let alone drink your blood.

“I promise you it’ll be safe.” Filthy liar. You’re pushing her right into the arms of the next monster. But there was another voice, too. Mine, it said. Mine. He wanted you so much it hurt—and he could already feel his fangs pressing against his gums painfully.

Next thing you knew he had already pushed you on the backseat of his car, his mouth coming crashing down on yours. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close as he climbed inside himself and shut the door. A silent click indicated he had locked it so you would be undisturbed.

Fighting for dominance he quickly was rewarded with, Adam’s tongue slipped between your lips, deepening the kiss. Eagerly, he devoured your body, his hands exploring your breasts and curves with bare palms, the gloves long abandoned. It only took him five minutes to undress you enough for him to feast his eyes on you—dark with lust and hunger when he took off his sunglasses.

“Adam, please…” Wriggling underneath him, right against that growing and impressive bulge in his black trousers, you reached for a condom in your bag—a pathetic reminder from your ex-boyfriend as he had loved quickies in public—and handed it to him. Adam took it without a word. Only reluctantly did he break the kiss to rip it open with his teeth all the while fumbling around with the buttons of his trousers to free his aching member. You gasped when you watched him roll the condom over, automatically spreading your legs further. You had never thought a cock beautiful before and yet… his was. Leaking precum already, you were both more than ready to forget reality for a bit.

Your nails dug into his shoulders when he bent down to bury his face in your neck, his tip pressing against your entrance which gave in with little resistance. Moaning in unison, he sheathed himself inside you to the hilt, your cunt moulding around him as if you had been made for one another.

Adam wasted no time. Gentleness was not what this was about anyway. You were tipsy and you needed a distraction, someone who would fuck you better than Jared. So why was your heart beating so fast when you looked into his dark eyes? You loved them… like you could gape right into his soul.

You held your breath when he started moving inside you, retreating almost entirely only to plunge back into you, fucking you senseless. His name spilled from your lips repeatedly—his fierce movements making your breasts bounce rhythmically along with his hips.

With every single thrust, he lured you closer and closer to an earth-shattering orgasm and fuck, the idea of making sex pleasurable for you too had never even struck Jared—your fingers did the job long after he had fallen asleep but Adam… Adam knew exactly how to pamper you with his cock.

“Mine…” He growled but you were too caught up in your own bliss than to realise the gravity of this one word. It only took a couple more thrusts for you to shatter into millions of tiny pieces underneath him, screaming his name as you came undone and let pleasure consume you whole. Your walls contracted around him repeatedly, milking him for all he was worth and making him groan. Adam stilled—it almost seemed like he was trying to climb right inside of you as he too climaxed, twitching and pulsing inside of you. In this very moment, it was a shame he was wearing a condom.

“I’m sorry…” He suddenly whispered, his hot breath ghosting over your neck.

“What are you… talking about?”

He did not need to answer. His response was a sharp pain as he bit you, two long fangs burying itself in your delicate skin. Squealing, you attempted to pull away when he began to suck the blood from the wound, moaning hungrily against you.

Fuck… fuck, fuck, fuck! Was he a freak after all? What kind of man bit and licked up your blood after sex? But then again… what kind of man had fangs in the first place? Panicking, you flung your arms about, desperate to push him away—because what scared even more was that you were beginning to enjoy it.

“Adam… Adam, please, stop!”

You did not know why he listened or why he stopped himself from drinking you dry there and then. A red trickle of blood ran down the corner of his mouth when he retreated, his pale face both scary and fascinating in the dark.

“Oh my God… that’s… that’s why you decided to help me! Why you offered me to buy a drink! God… I would have been fine with being a one night stand… I mean… that’s what I had in mind. But you’re… you’re even worse than him! As if this day wasn’t bad enough already… a fucking vampire…”

“(Y/N)…” He murmured. It was an eerie mixture of both threatening and soothing.

“I’m leaving right now.” The words spilled from your mouth before you had even considered their meaning. Frantically and uncaring about your nakedness, you reached for the door handle in a desperate attempt to get out of that damn car but as you should have expected, it would not budge.

“Let me out, let me go!”

“You know I can’t let you leave anymore.”

What scared you the most was that it wasn’t the fact he was a vampire—it was the fact he had used your vulnerability to have you for supper like a bloody goat. And by the looks on his face, he was surprised about that too.

“I won’t tell anyone. Adam… don’t kill me. Please. Just let me go.” Perhaps it was the alcohol that made you this reckless and calm both at the very same time. Vampire. You should be screaming, crying, begging… why didn’t you? When you looked into his which were now, suddenly, returning to its seemingly natural colour—a beautiful blue—what you felt for the man who had just gifted you an amazing orgasm was anything but disgust. You… liked him. He had saved you. God, you were desperate.

“I won’t kill you.”

He wasn’t lying. Adam tilted his head. Of course he would not kill you. Yes, it’s what he had predicted would have to happen in case he did decide to feast on you and yet… mine. He wanted so much more. He wanted you. All of you… not just your blood. Fuck, what would Eve think about that? Him being this crazy about a bloody zombie? He had not thought about harbouring romantic feelings for another woman for years… not since she had died and now, here you were… a helpless mortal woman in his clutches, to do with as he pleased.

An incredible rush of adrenaline and power rushed through him when he realised you belonged to him now. He wanted you to stay. Only he had no idea how he would accomplish that now that he had abused your trust.

He never thought he would be grateful for your violent ex-boyfriend to show up again with two of his friends just then, exiting the club and looking around as if looking for someone. You.

Nervously, your gaze wandered over to them, suspicion and fear spreading in your guts. Fuck… what was worse? Being with a vampire whom you had incredible sex with… or facing your ex-boyfriend yet again? The latter you dreaded. Indecisively, you glanced back at Adam.

“I can drive you home.”

Fuck it. You were going to jump out of the frying pan into the fire. Nodding and wiping your neck with your bare hand. When you drew back, you fingers were covered in blood. “Thank you.”

You didn’t need to know just yet he had no intentions to leave you once you had arrived. He was a predator, after all.

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canyonmoonlily · 5 years

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Elderberry Wine | Elton John

It was always something.

Y/N could never enjoy herself for long. Between rapid fire texts from her (recovering) alcoholic mother and a splitting headache from all the crying she’d done reading them—the happiness she’d felt onstage with her band an hour ago had completely dissipated.

She stumbled her way back into the bar, her bandmates on opposite ends of the dimly lit room. It was not far from where they’d filmed a performance on the Jimmy Fallon show in New York City. A small, hole in the wall place filled with other celebrities. None who paid any mind to the now puffy-eyed girl reentering—except for the Scotsman who’d been sneaking glances at her all night.

Richard was promoting Marvel’s newest batch of superhero movies, the Eternals— a movie he’d been working for the better half of the year on. An interview with Fallon gave him the perfect opportunity to both visit one of his favorite cities and do his job. He was vaguely familiar with the small upstart of a band, The Strangers. He’d never really paid too much attention to the shifting music industry. He liked what he liked and that was that, he had no interest in trends.

When the three girls stepped out onto the stage he’d just finished his interview with Jimmy. He intended to make his way back to his dressing room—get an early start for the next morning but the opening notes of their song caught his ear. One of the three was sat at the piano, a little blonde with a dazzling smile and a pixie-like air. Another taller brunette began singing and moving around the stage, so much so that he didn’t notice the third woman until she opened her mouth.

Dancing around in a little blue sundress on stage, the girl delivered the notes with the ease and grace of a seasoned performer, though she seemed rather young. Richard was in awe of her voice, the brightness of her big, blue eyes—and painfully aware of the little smirk playing on her full lips. The little sundress did nothing to hide the curves of her hips and exposed enough of her breasts to have any man looking for the nearest restroom. Her eyes met his from time to time throughout their set, he had to fight back grinning at her like an idiot. There was something so joyful about the little upstart of a band’s performance, a contagious energy. With her thick, waist length curls and big doe eyes Richard was certainly smitten. Maybe fate had let him land this interview for more than just a visit to New York City.

Y/N had been oblivious to Richard’s presence and his searing glances all night. The lights on Jimmy’s stage had been far too bright for her to see any of the audience or techies side stage. She could certainly hear them though. Now, however, she was consumed with troubling thoughts prompted by her mother, once again, blowing up on her. After about 20 minutes of fighting back tears outside, she had opted to just shut her phone off altogether—no use in feeding into her mother’s vicious mind games and manipulation. I’m 22 now, I gotta grow up and learn to live without her validation at some point, she grumbled internally.

She stomped over to the bar, ordering a little strawberry drink despite the voice in the back of her head warning her not to drown her sorrows in booze. Y/N was living out her wildest dreams with two of her best friends. She had no reason to still feel so alone.

Richard watched her enter the bar, drained of the energy he’d seen on stage. After shooting Taron a quick text of his location, Richard approached her with as much confidence as he could muster.

“You were amazing onstage, tonight,” came a raspy, Scottish accent to Y/N’s right. The dimly lit room combined with his deep rasp giving her goosebumps.

“Oh! Uh, thanks,” she turned smiling to—Richard Madden? Y/N had seen most of his work, but he was about 30x more beautiful in person. It was like seeing Robb Stark come back to life, the alcohol in her system and his closeness making her heart rate speed up. He returned her smile tenfold, his dimples and bright blue eyes dizzying.

“Uh—your, your voice,” Richard stuttered, losing himself in the moment, “it’s gorgeous. Couldn’t believe something so powerful came out of someone your size.” His awkward little chuckle was contagious, Y/N humming along.

“What? I don’t seem every powerful to you?” she deadpanned suddenly. Her blue eyes narrowed but Richard immediately caught on.

“Well, most of the five feet tall women I’ve encountered, even those with enormous, muscular physiques such as yours,” y/n chuckled at this, “don’t have vocal chords that powerful. You, ma’am, are a rare gem.”

Despite the playfulness of his comments, y/n had to suppress a blush. She wanted to pull him closer, his shoulders rather broad in person, his full lips screaming to meet her own. Had she not been drinking on an empty stomach she might have been alarmed at her sudden sexual thoughts. She opened her mouth to respond when his phone began ringing loudly. He glanced at the name, eyebrows furrowing.

“Hold on, i have to take this. My friend is terrible with directions,” he started before Y/N cut him off with a soft reassurance that she’d wait, in exchange for a drink. He beamed at her, a jovial glint in his blue eyes before making his way to the exit.

Y/n turned back in her seat, smiling like an idiot to herself. She was unsure whether it was the alcohol or Richard that to had this strange effect on her, turning her into a smiley, giggle-y mess. Probably his eyes, she thought. Or the accent.

Y/N continued sipping on her drink, looking around the bar for her bandmates, finding them in a booth over in the corner. She flipped Miranda off, the pixie like blonde sticking her tongue out before chugging another shot and immediately gagging. Y/N snorted, amateur.

All was well in the world until she felt a hand pulling on her from the left, a man’s breath in her ear.

“Hey, doll,” slurred what sounded like a drunk college frat boy in her ear. She yanked her arm from his grip and pushed him away, snarling.

“Back the fuck up, buddy. Not interested.” Y/N’s eyes and voice holding a venemous tone as she looked the assailant in the eyes. A shaggy looking blonde who was clearly out of his mind drunk.

He pouted. “Oh come on, baby. Lighten up a little.”

“You’ve got about 5 seconds before I start yelling.”

��Oh really?” The man drunkenly smirked, “didn’t peg you as a screamer.” He moved impossible closer, she could smell the vodka sodas on his breath and had to bite back the vomit.

“Okay. Nope. Not doing this.” She hopped down from the barstool, only getting a step in before he put his arms on either side of her, caging her against it.

“A little game of Cat and Mouse. I like it, baby.” He giggles. Stupid, entitled fucker.

“Woah—mind your personal space, mate,” came the angelic Scottish accent of her savior. Y/N hadn’t noticed him approaching. The drunk creep dropped his arms and turned to face Richard.

“You’re here with this pretty boy?” He slurred angrily, his head nodding in Richard’s direction. Sensing the aggressive undertones Richard stepped in between the two.

“Yes. She is.” Y/N didn’t say a word, enjoying her view from behind Richard—his jaw clenching, eyes narrowing. He glared at the drunk for a few seconds before turning away and back toward Y/N.

She smiled and let out a shy thanks.

“You know what? fuck you, slut!” was the last thing y/n heard from the creep before being soaked in wine. She hadn’t even noticed he’d been holding a drink and now, she was wearing it. Richard’s fist immediately connected with the bastard’s jaw. An audible crunch sounded and everyone around them stopped and gawked. Y/N just froze until she felt Richard’s hands around her waist, urging her towards the exit.

“Come on, let’s get ye out of here,” he murmured softly in her ear. She just nodded, stumbling out of the bar with him, leaving the injured drunk and the judgmental eyes of the other bar-goers.

The cool September air nipped at her skin and nearly froze her soaked form to the bone. Wearing a sundress at the start of fall in New York City? Y/N wasn’t sure if she’d made a brave or just plain stupid choice in attire.

After calling his driver, Richard shrugs off his denim jacket and wraps it around her shoulders, the wine had drenched the poor girl beside him. She looked up at him gratefully, a small smile playing upon her lips despite her condition.

“You didn’t have to do that,” she says quietly.

“Well I don’t want you to catch your death out here,” he smiled, eyes twinkling. His hair was styled up and he was almost clean shaven, a rare look for the Brit. Y/N couldn’t help her lingering stare, admiring the all black clothing he’d worn beneath the denim jacket. This man, this beautiful man she’d only just met had knocked the shit out of some guy over her.

“I was talking about what you did to that guy in the bar. You didn’t have to punch him,” she started, then smiled, “But I’m glad you did.”

“I didn’t scare you, did I?” Richard chuckled, reaching for her hand before he could stop himself.

She accepted it without hesitation, allowing his hand to envelop her much smaller one.

“I grew up with 4 younger brothers, I can’t tell you how many times we first fought,” Y/N snorts at the memories. “I think the last time we came to blows I was 16 and it was Christmas Eve.”

Richard laughs at the thought of her in a fight, she definitely didn’t look like type.

His driver pulls up in an all black Sudan, Richard opening the door to let Y/N in. She smiles gratefully and climbs in, telling the driver her address. Richard notices she sits in the center seat, hoping it’s because she wanted to be close to him. He couldn’t help the dull ache of longing in his chest every time a smile lit up her pretty face.

“Richard! Oh my god your hand,” Y/N gasps when she sees the bloodied flesh of his right hand after buckling himself in. That guy must’ve had a steel plate in his face.

“Oh,” Richard laughed as he looked down at it. He’d been so focused on Y/N he hadn’t felt the dull throb of his bloodied knuckles. Y/N grabbed the hand gently with her own, her eyebrows pushed together in concern.

As they arrived at her apartment building, she insisted Richard come inside to let her take care of his hand—not that he would’ve refused had she given him the chance to.

.....

“Okay, this is probably going to hurt,” she warned him as she grabbed the rubbing alcohol from beneath her sink. “But I’ve got something that should help with the pain.” A mischievous smile spread across her face as she pulled a bottle of Elderberry Wine from the fridge.

“Oh now it’s a party,” Richard laughed as Y/N poured each of them a glass. Though his laugh was cut short as she doused his first in the antiseptic.

“I’m so sorry, you’re probably going to hate me by the time we finish,” y/n winced as he groaned in pain, stopping to take a swig of the wine. “It’s going to be a long night.”

...

Even sat upon the counter in your kitchen, Richard towered over you. Both of you were beyond drunk at this point, though you weren’t sure if it was the alcohol or the heat of his body so close to yours that had your skin on fire. He was standing in between your legs, his head nuzzled in your neck as he wheezed through his laughter. You can’t even remember what you were both laughing about at this point.

Suddenly he stops, realizing he’d invaded your personal space and pulled back. You want to stop him but your thoughts are such a jumbled up mess that you can’t think of how to.

“You still have wine all over,” his brows furrowed, blue eyes flashing in concern and something else? His pointer finger grazing the skin along your chest that now seemed to be stained with the pervert at the bar’s wine. “It might stain.”

“It’s no matter, not like anyone will be seeing me naked anytime soon,” you shrugged nonchalantly. This caused Richards breath to hitch and your cheeks to burn at the admission.

“And...and why is that?”

“Uh,” a nervous chuckle leaves your throat, “not many people want to see me naked I guess.” You can’t meet his eyes anymore.

“Bold of you to assume I haven’t been fantasizing about seeing what’s beneath that little dress of yours since you stepped onto Jimmy’s stage tonight,” he slurred without a second thought.

“Richard!” You gasp, but suddenly filled with confidence.

“What? I was just being hone—“

“Kiss me.”

The man doesn’t need to be told twice, his lips meet yours with an unbridled passion. All you can feel is bliss and his hands desperately pulling you closer.

okay so the next part will contain some dom!richard smut. let me know if you’re enjoying it so far and if you want me to continue. I’m very new to writing and still learning. I have lots of exciting things planned for this au though. Thanks for reading!

#richard madden #richard madden x reader #richard madden au #rocketman #rockstar!y/n #richard madden x y/n #smut #richard madden smut #taron egerton

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darklesmylove · 5 years

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snowed in | jurdan

on valentine’s day, cardan and jude get snowed in together

modern au? they live in the mortal world but cardan’s still fae *shrugs*

anyways, happy valentines day! :)

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"Get the fuck out Cardan, I swear to god," I snapped, shoving his drunk, limp body away from me as hard as I possibly could.

"You really want me to drive home drunk, Jude? That's heartless, even for you," he smirked, though he did manage to stagger to his feet, bracing himself against the side of the couch for support. The Valentine's Day party I had somehow been roped into hosting by Vivi and Taryn had long since ended, now only an obnoxiously drunk Cardan remained, though I couldn't possibly fathom why. Somehow he had taken it upon himself to make my hosting as difficult as humanly possible all fucking night, bumping into me and spilling drinks and doing every possible annoying thing he could probably think of to make my life even more difficult then it already was.

"Leave, Cardan," I pressed two fingers to my temple, the headache throbbing at my skull non coincidentally directly connected to the sound of his voice.

"Suit yourself, my company is delightful, even for mortal bitches like you," he lofted, grabbing one of the unopened bottles of vodka from the granite kitchen countertop before proceeding to stumble down the hallway towards the front door, swaying heavily on his feet.

Good lord, he was not driving in his condition.

"I'm calling you a cab!" I yelled, grumbling obscenities under my breath as I yanked my phone from my pocket. Despite my words, he seemingly decided it was a good idea to throw the door open anyways.

A gasp parted my lips as an immediate blast of icy wind blustered down the hall, the dim porch lights revealing that it had begun to heavily snow since I had last looked outside, the yard already blanketed with sparkling white.

"Cardan, get back here," I ordered, which he pointedly defied by taking a heavily staggered step forward onto the porch. Shoving my phone back into my pocket, I practically sprinted to his side, grasping onto his arm and yanking him back into the house before slamming the door.

"I thought you wanted me to leave." His grin was wicked and spiteful and god damn infuriating.

"You'll kill yourself if you drive drunk in this weather," I grumbled, releasing him and stalking back down the hallway. He followed close behind, making sure to pull at the ends of my hair in purposefully obnoxious fashion.

"Jude Duarte cares about me, how sweet," he snarked, proceeding to tear the seal off of the liquor bottle he had grasped in his long, elegant fingers, twisting it open and guzzling down the contents as if it were water.

My hand pressed to my forehead in horrified realization. I was going to have to endure entertaining Cardan for a whole fucking night.

There was a significant chance I would be walking out into that blizzard myself by the end of it.

"Not wanting to be responsible for your death is nowhere near the equivalent of me caring about you, Cardan Greenbriar," I finally retorted in irritation, shoving past him and resuming the painfully slow process of cleaning up the kitchen from the mess of the party. My eyes narrowed instinctually as I watched him amble lazily across the room before ceremoniously collapsing down onto the living room couch, turning on the tv while humming a nameless tune to himself. The soda can in my hand crumpled as my fingers clenched into a tight fist.

How did he get under my skin so easily by merely existing?

The trash bag soon became stuffed full with napkins and cups and plates and other various things, the plastic begging to rip as I hefted it over my shoulder, dragging it towards the back door. "Looks heavy," Cardan commented from his spot on the couch, a smirk clear in the tone of his words. I ignored him, my teeth gritting as I lugged it the last few feet before setting it by the door. There was no way I was going out in that mess of a blizzard tonight; it would just have to wait until morning. Rubbing my hands together in the empty movement of dusting invisible germs off, I made my way back down the hall, emerging into the living room.

Cardan hadn't moved, his eyes now holding a slightly glazed look as he gazed at television screen, clutching the half empty vodka bottle into his chest. A split second of hesitation wound through my limbs. It would be heavenly to sit down and watch some guilty pleasure tv seeing as I wasn't quite tired enough for bed and I had been hosting all day, but there was also no way in hell I wanted to voluntarily spend more time in close proximity to Cardan.

My lip curled in exasperation. I wasn't going to let him chase me out of my own living room.

Stalking over to the couch, I threw myself down rather aggressively onto the worn leather, snatching the remote from his lap.

"Excuse you," he scoffed, making a wild grab to try and steal it back. I jabbed my elbow into his chest, knocking him back against the couch.

"That hurt," he glared.

A wickedly bitter laugh fell from my lips. "Oops."

I thumbed over the remote's buttons, finding a movie that looked vaguely familiar before putting it on and tossing the remote to the side. With that, I leaned back against the cushions, arms tightly crossed over my chest as the two of us watched in tense silence.

Tense, but blissful. And it only managed to last a few brief moments before Cardan began to run his stupid, stupid mouth once again.

"This is boring, change it back," he groused, swatting at my hand as I snatched the remote back up before he could.

"My house, Cardan dear," I reminded him with venomous sweetness, instantly regretting even the sarcastic use of a pet name when his eyes immediately lit up with a malicious glint.

"Oh now I see, how could I have been so blind? You forced me to stay so you could have a romantic Valentine's Day date. Why didn't you just ask, Jude?" My teeth bared, my skin itching with a quick spark of anger.

"You think way too highly of yourself, your head will surely explode if your ego gets any bigger."

He took another long drink of vodka as a mockingly contemplative look graced his elegant features. "You know what I think? I think that you're afraid of me, Jude. That's an accomplishment enough to inflate my ego all on its own." I had to resist the urge to strangle him.

"I'm not afraid of you," I snapped. A soft voice of disagreement chimed in the back of my mind, though I quickly stomped it to death with an invisible boot before it could formulate into an actualized traitorous thought. Cardan grinned widely, dazzlingly white teeth on full display.

"Prove it then," he challenged, all spite and malice, "Kiss me, Jude. Show me you're not afraid."

My heart stuttered.

"You-you're insane," I sputtered, unable to maintain any semblance of composure at his proposition. He arched a brow, taking one last drink from his bottle and emptying it without hesitation. It slid from his fingertips, hitting the carpeted floor with a soft thump.

Then he was leaning forward, alcohol infused breath washing over me as he hissed.

"Coward."

The word struck a chord I didn't even know was there. My hands shot out, grasping the material of his half unbuttoned dress shirt before yanking him forward. A flicker of surprise flashed in his coal black eyes.

"I thought I was a disgusting mortal, kissing me would be repulsive, wouldn't it," I sneered. Something like a shudder passed through his body.

We were too close. I could feel the heat of his skin, the brush of his stilted breathing.

"Yes," he replied.

Then his lips were on mine.

My body immediately fell back against the couch, the kiss feverish and angry and lustful and dizzyingly wanting with desire. He tasted of the strong, bitter taste of alcohol, though much more intoxicating was the smell of him, sandalwood and pine needles and something else I couldn't quite place. My thoughts were too jumbled to make sense of anything, not the way my mouth reciprocated his with unbridled hunger, the way moans formed on my lips as his body moved against mine, or the way my hips lifted to meet his.

"Jude," he rasped, my name a reverent prayer on his lips as I grasped at the back of his neck, pulling him closer and closer still. His tongue slid over my lower lip, entering my mouth and consuming me with the taste of him, drowning me in it until it was everything around me, the only thing. My fingers wound through the soft strands of his hair, roughly twisting and pulling with need, heat simmering across the surface of my skin. He grazed my bottom lip with his teeth in retaliation as his hand trailed down my waist, latching onto my thigh and pulling it upwards to straddle his torso.

His arousal was painfully obvious, a notion that made my cheeks flush and heat pool in my lower stomach.

My exhale was shaky at best as he broke the kiss, his head dipping as his lips sealed to the curve of my neck, tugging and licking and nipping at my skin. I could do nothing but gasp, my pathetic attempts at stifling the obscene moans parting my mouth embarrassingly unsuccessful. My back arched, my head tilting to give him better access, wanting more, wanting everything. Pleasure washed over me like warm water, spreading throughout every inch of me and enveloping me with its inescapable caress. I had never felt anything like this, insatiable need and pure, unadulterated desire and longing.

And it was directed towards Cardan.

A mixture of horror and dread yanked my movements to a halt as finally, I became aware of exactly what I was doing.

"Get off, get off of me!" I frantically gasped, bracing my hands against his lean shoulders and shoving him backwards. He startled, pulling away with a jerk, our eyes meeting. His pupils were blown wide with want, his hair disheveled and his lips slightly swollen, chest heaving and clothes in disarray. I didn't doubt that I looked the same way. "You're drunk, and I'm- I'm just exhausted, this is not what- this is not happening," I stuttered, my thoughts a tangled mess that I couldn't seem to sort out for the life of me.

He shook his head, one hand lifting from its position braced against the couch to run his fingertips down my cheek. A trill of excitement and fear sent goosebumps racing down my arms.

"Stop," I uttered softly.

"I don't want to," he denied rather mildly, gaze flickering between my eyes and lips.

"You hate me," I toned, pausing before adding a faint, "And I hate you." His tail curled against my leg, gently running down the length of my thigh.

"I hate that I can't stop thinking about you," he mumbled, his body flush against mine as his head tilted down, eyes half closed as his lips grazed the corner of my mouth. My breath hitched. "I hate that I try to hate you and I can't." His lips chased mine as I turned my head to the side, desperate to avoid being consumed by him once again.

This was madness.

"You're drunk," I reiterated in soft insistence.

"Drunk words are sober thoughts."

My body stilled. Could he actually mean what he was saying?

I shook my head slightly.

"Fine, Cardan. But I'm still not having sex with you." For the first time in our exchange, my words were firmly confident.

He hummed in agreement, a faraway, intoxicated look glazed in his eyes. "I know that. You have too much self respect. Balekin always said no one would ever want me."

My mouth opened, then closed, at a loss for words at the sudden shift of his words. His head hung forward as he broke eye contact with me, a soft tremor traveling through his body. "Cardan," I murmured, confusion and indecision grasping at my chest.

He bullied me at every turn, insulted me to no end, ridiculed me with malice, and here I was, underneath him and feeling pity for the person that made my life a living hell.

"I hate myself, I hate that the way I treat you, I hate that I want you, I hate... I hate everything." His words were raw, painful.

Impulsiveness pushed away rational thought as my hand grasped for his shirt, pulling his lips back against my own in something like consolation. The kiss was soft this time, chaste. When I broke away, gazing into his eyes glimmering with a yawning chasm of self loathing, a significantly large part of my brain wondered if I had somehow gotten drunk without realizing it. I was comforting Cardan Greenbriar with kisses. The thought brought me back to reality with a harsh, painful slap.

"I'm not going to sit here and act like I don't resent you for everything you've done to me," I sharply spoke, making his expression fall even further.

A sigh emptied from my lungs. "But I will lay here with you. Just for tonight, Cardan."

His lips quirked into a miserable half smile. "You are too good for me Jude Duarte."

He paused, considering for a moment. "Feel free to use that against me later."

A mournful laugh formed on my lips. He sunk down against the cushions, cradling me in his arms and pulling me close in a frighteningly natural manner. The heat of his body, the heady scent of him, the flex of hard muscle underneath his half unbuttoned shirt, it was all almost too much. His tail wound around my wrist, face falling to rest in the crook of my neck.

Slowly, my body relaxed of its tension, my labored breaths calming.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Jude," he murmured drunkenly, his hand finding mine, our fingers lacing together.

I let out an exhale of something like amusement. "Good night, Cardan."

Gradually, as my eyes fluttered shut and unconsciousness blanketed my mind with a soft hush, one resounding thought lingered.

Maybe I didn't hate Cardan Greenbriar after all.

#happy valentines day my jurdan loving babes #hope you enjoyed #tcp #the cruel prince #twk #the wicked king #cardan greenbriar #jude duarte #jurdan #jardan #cardan x jude #jude x cardan #jurdan fan fiction #tfota #the folk of the air #darklesmylove #darklesmylove writing

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letmeringabell · 5 years

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Legends Never Die - Chapter 3

I debated about posting this until I wrote Chapter 4 so that I could just post 2 chapters at once, because this chapter is just fluff to advance the plot. But I promised myself I would stay consistent in trying to post weekly. This time, I was more relaxed in writing this, and I don’t know if it shows. Anyway, I hope you enjoy reading this and if you have any Mortal Kombat fanfics to recommend, please do.

Link on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/20806688/chapters/49668056

The nights in Outworld are no different from Earthrealm; The night sky is just as pitch black, and stretches as far as her eyes can see, the sounds of the nightlife; the music and laughter are a pleasant blur in the distance. But what amazes her are the stars – They are abundant in their numbers, and shine just as brightly. Her pace slows down into a leisurely lilt, her steps are light against the earthy pavement, and her head is up high to gaze at the stars.

Even when the days are long, and seem like they have no end, even when there is no semblance of certainty in her life, seeing the stars always makes her dream.

“You’re late,” a stern voice greets her from the backyard, less than impressed.

“I know, I know. I got caught up with work, and lost track of time, won’t happen again,” She apologizes earnestly, but she can already tell that Cassie and Jacqui are rolling their eyes at her. Both of them know that it won’t be her last rodeo in tardiness, Vanessa’s dedication to her work is boundless and she pursues it with great zeal and enthusiasm. She is one of the best medics in her field, but as a timekeeper, she is as useless as a fish is to the sky.

Vanessa plops herself in the seat beside Cassie’s with a tired huff, expecting a midnight snack of Hot Chocolate and biscuits. Oddly enough, she is greeted by the sight Grilled Beef, Pasta, Pizza accompanied by sides of Caesar Salad and Garlic Bread. She looks over at Cassie and Jacqui confused—Were they having someone over tonight?

“Is there a special occasion that I forgot about?” She had nervously inquired, eyes darting over from Cassie to Jacqui repeatedly. Both of them look at each other expectedly, but neither of them wanted to give her an answer. There’s something fishy in the air; What were they hiding, and why?

Darkness swarms her vision, the feeling of warm hands rest on her eyes. Oh Lord, I’ve gone blind, is the first thought that came to mind, but the warmth felt familiar, and almost recognizable, that it brings a knowing smile to her face.

“Takeda! You’re here!” She jumps and engulfs him in a tight hug, “When did you reach Outworld?”

“I’ve been here since like, 2 hours ago. I personally wanted to see you earlier, but uh, I got occupied,” He ends his sentence with an awkward pause, and everyone is made painfully aware of the implied distraction. Everyone sighs in exasperation at the lovers’ antics, before taking their seats at the table. The night begins with the passing of plates, and the taking of food; Cassie and Jacqui already have their hands on the pizza, Takeda slices a few thin layers of grilled beef for himself, and Kenshi is carefully forking the pasta onto his plate.

Takeda starts the conversation, “So, what have you been up to, Van? I didn’t get to see you before you left.”

“Are you sure you weren’t ‘occupied’ with other things?” She teases light-heartedly, earning a graceful choke from Jacqui, “Before I left, I was training the new recruits. Now, I’m just nose-deep in my research.”

“What are you researching on this time?” Cassie asks, fishing another slice of pizza for herself.

“The herbs and flowers of Outworld, mostly their medicinal properties. I feel like I’m slowly turning into a witch from a Disney movie, a little eye of newt here, and a virgin’s tear there, and poof! The stuff blows up in my face, and I’m left black, blue or purple.”

“But doesn’t the Palace have a library and a book with that information? It would save you the time, and embarrassment.”

“I’ve got a few, but they’re at least centuries old, and as far as old wives tales go, they’re pretty outdated. So, I decided to update it myself.”

“You sure that’s the only thing you’ve been doing?” Jacqui slides in slyly, the suggestive undertones aren’t missed by anyone, because all of their heads are turning, directing their full attention towards her. Vanessa feels her face heat up under the scrutiny, as she tries to nonchalantly fork noodles into her mouth so that she wouldn’t have to speak but Cassie is having none of it, because the blonde is jabbing her sides persistently.

“Come on, Van. Who is it this time? Is it one of the doctors? Or, is it one of the guards at the gate? He’s pretty cute too.”

“Actually, it’s the Big Bad Wolf himself, Erron Black.”

Cassie scoffs, the snark comes in full blast, “Really? Him? You can’t be serious, Van! YOU! CAN! DO! BET-TER!”

“It’s nothing like that, Cass, Jacqui,” She punctuates, shooting a pointed look towards her smug friend, “I was just stitching him up, nothing more, nothing less.”

“Yeah, yeah. I saw what went down. Both of you were making bedroom eyes at each other, bet if I didn’t walk in, y’all would’ve made out,” Jacqui sings and jumps on Takeda’s lap, making faces and loud, exaggerated kissing noises to emphasize her point.

“What is he like?” This time, Kenshi enters the conversation as a way to distract from the couple’s obvious PDA.

“He is… Intense,” She answers honestly, the afternoon’s stunt refreshes itself in her head without permission.

The way he had caged her in between him and her chair, leaning forward so she had nowhere else to look at, but him. She would’ve been lying if she said that she didn’t feel something; The electric tension had upset the calm in her room, the expectation and anticipation of sinful acts escalating between them left her heart aflutter, the small voice of indecision whispering in the back of her head. She was almost certain that he would’ve leaned in, so she could’ve justified kicking him in the nuts.

But he didn’t – He waited. At the time, she thought that he had been messing around with her for shits and giggles. However, in retrospect, she realized that he was leaving the choice in her hands. Whatever his reasons were, are unknown to her and she could hardly bring up the energy to care.

Although, what did he think of her, when she decided not to do anything?

“Every time, we touch, I get this feeling-“

“CAN IT, JACQUI!” Vanessa howls as she shoves garlic bread aggressively into the black girl’s mouth, effectively shutting her up and making everyone around the table laugh at Jacqui’s muffled yelps.

“I have a small request to ask of Special Forces.”

That morning had startled Cassie -- The coffee in Outworld is really strong. However, seeing Jade wait in her office accompanied by the silent gunslinger, it what surprises her the most. The tall Osh-tekk nor the warrior princess are anywhere in sight, (and despite their scuffle two weeks before) Cassie begrudgingly acknowledges Erron’s presence under the guise of professionalism.

“There has been another outbreak in one of the nearby villages. Kotal and Kitana are already there, but I want your medic to help with their investigation and nurse the villagers back to health.”

“What happened to your doctors?”

Jade huffs, slightly miffed, “They have tried, but they were unsuccessful. Kotal suspects that there might be elements of foul-play, Kitana and I think it’s just his nerves. Whatever it is, we need you to be down there.”

The commander is silent, her eyes downcast in pensive thought. Kotal already has Special Forces under high alert – There had been two teams designated for search and patrol, with both teams rotating between night and day. The day squad has just been dispatched, while the night squad had just returned for the day. It would be possible to send a team for the excursion, since Jade has asked help for that afternoon alone. On the other hand, everyone’s worn out, and even soldiers cannot run on willpower alone.

If she sent a team out now, and something untoward were to happen, all of them wouldn’t stand a chance.

“I can send out a team, on two conditions.”

“Name it.”

“One, give my soldiers 3 hours of rest before sending them out there. Two, convince Kotal to reduce the amount of patrols he wants to send out.”

“Deal. I will talk to Kotal about relaxing the patrols for a while,” Jade agrees before excusing herself out of the Commander’s office with the Cowboy trailing after her.

“You’ll be joining Special Forces today as well, Erron. Have everyone ready in 3 hours.”

“Is there really a point to this?” Erron asks, and Jade catches the irritation and slight frustration in his voice.

“I assure you, the Special Forces are-“

“I’m talking about the whole damn fiasco, Jade. It’s a waste of time.”

He tells her frankly. Sure, Kotal wants to maintain the peace between the realms and reaching out to the Special Forces had been the first step. But, Outworld is self-sufficient; All of them were natural survivors, born and bred. It has always been their way of life, and no amount of cozying up to other realms will change that because at the end of the day, it’s every man for himself. Self-interest outweighs the need for balance and prosperity almost all the time, and he’s willing to bet that the Special Forces wouldn’t hesitate to stab them in the back if there was an opportunity to.

So yes, to further emphasize his point, it’s bullshit. No amount of money or gold, will ever change his mind.

Jade doesn’t rebuff him nor does she fully agree with his confession, and her reply is anything but neutral, “Kotal and Kitana don’t share your skepticism, but I understand the concern. However, if Kotal demands it, do we really have the choice to say no?”

Knock Knock

“Miss Vanessa?” He calls out to her, and enters her room. Normally, his Southern manners would prevent him from entering without consent, but Missy Elliot over here is 10 minutes behind for the designated assembly call-time, and if he didn’t call her out now, her tardiness would delay their departure.

Instead of a panicked, wide-awake doctor, he is greeted by the sight of her sleeping form, and her expression makes him chuckle to himself. The furrowed brows, the downturned lips and the tensed jaw – Whatever she’s cooking up in her dreams, she looks ready to pick a fight with anyone in her sleep. He takes a seat on the chair beside her table, and picks up one of the sheets of paper to read, curious to know what’s been her cup of tea lately.

(And maybe, he would let her sleep for another five minutes.)

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#Mortal kombat 11 #Mk11 #mortal kombat fanfiction #erron black #erron black x F!OC #cassie cage #jacqui briggs #takahashi kenshi #jade #takeda takahashi

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